Chapter 8
"You look chipper this morning," Ashley said as Laura came into the kitchen. "A good night's sleep does wonders for a girl."
"I slept all day and all night," Laura replied.
"Not all night," Ashley laughed.
Laura blushed furiously. "Listen, I didn't mean to spy on you. I'm sorry."
"We're not," Ashley said. "We both enjoyed it so much more with you watching."
Laura had never heard of such a thing, and the idea that somebody would like to be watched in such an intimate act flabbergasted her. She was wearing Ashley's thin robe again, and she saw David looking her up and down overtly and blushed again.
Ashley winked at David, then said to Laura, "Would you like ham and eggs or ham and waffles?"
Laura looked at David and said shyly, "May I have both? I've never eaten a waffle."
"Don't look at me," David laughed. "Ashley is the cook this morning.'
"You don't have to watch your weight, like I do," Ashley said.
"Your weight doesn't bother me," David said. "I like to look at you. So do other men."
Laura got a cup of coffee and sat down. "It doesn't bother you if other guys look at your wife?"
David shook his head. "Why should it?"
"Well," Laura said, "the guys back home got real pissed if another guy looked at their girls."
"They were insecure, dear," Ashley said. "David knows that I love him, and wouldn't do anything that might upset or hurt him. Did you have a steady guy back home?"
"Daddy wouldn't let me date," Laura replied. "I don't think the guys wanted to date me anyway. I'm pretty plain, and guys want to date pretty girls," she looked at David and blushed, "or girls who put out."
"I think you're very pretty," David said. "Whether or not you put out is a choice you have to make."
"Honey, I've never met a woman who didn't look plain without make-up," Ashley said. "There might be some, but I've never met them. I wouldn't expect a man to give me a second look without make-up, except maybe to scream in fright. I don't take my make-up off at night until I know whether or not David wants to fool around."
"I don't know how to use make-up," Laura mumbled. She didn't know how to take Ashley's openness about sex. She'd never been able to discuss much of anything with her mother, and certainly not sex.
"If you want," Ashley said, "I'll teach you. The malls are open today. Would you like to go shopping with me?"
"I'd love to. I've never been inside a mall."
"My, you have led a sheltered life," David said.
"Deprived is more like it," Ashley laughed. "A girl who has never been shopping in a mall doesn't really know what life is all about."
"I don't have any money," Laura said, "but I can tag along and watch you shop."
David looked at Ashley and arched one eyebrow, and she nodded imperceptibly.
"Well," David said, "you two enjoy yourselves."
"Oh," Laura said, "you aren't going with us?"
"Not on your life," David said with a chuckle. "I'm going to prop my feet up and watch some baseball on the tube. I'll be here when you get back."
"Shopping isn't a guy thing," Ashley said. "You get dressed while I clear the table, then I'll show you how to prowl a mall."
"What should I wear?"
"Doesn't matter, dear," Ashley replied. Whatever she wore, she would come home in something altogether different anyway.
On the way to the mall, Laura said, "You're so beautiful, Ashley, and you dress so well."
"You ought to have seen me a few years ago," Ashley said. "I was an inhibited frump until David took me under his wing. Thank God he did, and I listened to him."
"What does that mean, an inhibited frump?"
"A frump is a dowdy, unattractive girl, and inhibited means I didn't know how to let go and enjoy myself." Ashley grinned and shook her head. "The first time David made love to me, I was a real doofus. I knew where things went, but I didn't know how they went there. I banged him with my knees and poked him with my elbows so much, I wouldn't have blamed him if he had given up on me. But he hung in there and taught me everything, how to kiss and move and suck him and like being sucked. The first time he went down on me, I thought I would die of embarrassment." She giggled and gave Laura a big wink. "Now, I want him to go down on me all the time."
"Last night, I could tell you really liked it," Laura said shyly. "That's why I forgot my manners and watched you."
"I'm glad you did, dear. You can watch anytime you want. It's a good way to learn, certainly a lot better than trying to figure it out by reading books or looking at pictures, and hands-on experience is a lot more fun."
Laura wanted to learn, but the thought of doing so scared her. The conversation didn't make her uncomfortable, but she didn't know enough to participate, so she changed the subject. "How did you learn to dress and use make-up so well?"
"David taught me. He took me shopping and bought the things he wanted me to wear, from the skin out, and sent me to an expensive cosmetician to learn what make-up to buy and how to use it."
"That didn't bother you, having a guy just take over your life and order you to do things?"
"He didn't take over my life, honey. I wanted a mentor, somebody to help me and guide me. He was just what I was looking for, so I gave myself to him willingly, mentally and physically, and I've never regretted it for a moment. David loves me and helps me when I ask, and otherwise lets me be me. I couldn't ask for a better mate."
"Do you love him?"
"Completely, dear," Ashley replied, "and I would do anything for him."
"I wonder if I'll ever find the right guy for me."
"With a lot of hard looking and a little luck, you just might," Ashley said. "If you find a guy like David, you'll be extra lucky. I think you ought to look for one who won't try to tie you down."
"Doesn't that happen anyway when you get married, or even go steady with a guy?"
"Not necessarily, dear. David doesn't try to tie me down. After he unshackled my libido, I found out that I like a little variety now and then, and he's more than happy to help me find it."
"What do you mean, variety?"
"Sex with other people, dear. Oh, don't look so shocked. Lots of people swing. Do you know what that means?"
"I think so, but I've never met anybody who did it. Is that why you like to be watched?"
"No, it's the other way around. When we first started swinging, I found out that I like to be watched. I'm an exhibitionist. Lots of girls are."
"I know what an exhibitionist is," Laura laughed. "A lot of the guys I went to school with were showoffs."
"Yeah, that's what I am," Ashley agreed, "a showoff, and I love it."
"What's it like to be a swinger?"
"A lot of fun. If a girl really-likes sex, there isn't a guy alive who can give her more than she can handle. A girl, on the other hand, can give a guy a lot more than he can handle. Two or three will go into one a lot more often than one will go into two or three." Ashley grinned. "Sexual math, dear. Been around since the beginning. Are you afraid of guys?"
"I don't know. Daddy kept such a tight rein on me, and the guys knew it, so they didn't give me a second look. Anyway, like I said, they like to date pretty girls."
"Well, you're a pretty girl. You just need to bring it out so guys can't miss it."
"I don't know how," Laura said bleakly. "I do," Ashley said.
They checked out several stores before Ashley found what she was looking for. "Here we go," she said. "Help me pick out some outfits you like."
"I really don't know what you like," Laura said. "Today is the first time I've seen you dressed up."
"I mean for you, dear," Ashley said.
"Oh, Ashley, you can't buy things for me!"
"I can if I want to," Ashley replied firmly. "Now, get busy and find something. Short skirts, to show off your gorgeous legs. Soft blouses, which you'll wear without a bra and let your lovely tits jiggle when you walk. And definitely no pantyhose. Garter belt and hose."
"Are you trying to turn me into a sex siren?"
"Right on," Ashley laughed. "You can pretend that you're Cinderella and that I'm your Fairy Godmother. I'll wave my magic wand, which is really my charge card, and turn you into a lovely princess. Well, don't just stand there, girl, help me pick out something you like!"
They picked out several outfits, then they went to the dressing room, and Ashley sat on a little stool in the corner. "I feel like Little Miss Muffet, sitting on this thing," she giggled.
Eager to try on her new clothes, Laura nearly broke her buttons getting undressed. "You look more like Xena, the Warrior Princess," she said.
"Well, you did watch TV some of the time."
"Most of the time," Laura said glumly. "That was about all Daddy let me do."
Ashley felt a familiar stirring in her loins as she watched Laura try on the different outfits. "Mmmmmm, you're such a beautiful young woman," she said. She nearly said that David was going to love fucking her, but caught herself just in time. "You have the figure of a young goddess."
"Stop, or you'll make me feel self-conscious. You saw me naked yesterday morning. What's different now?"
"Yesterday morning, you hadn't watched David fuck me," Ashley said quietly.
Laura blushed furiously. "Oh," she breathed.
"Does my language shock you?"
"No, it's what happened last night. I can't get over how cool you are about it and how easily you talk about it."
"Just trying to make you feel comfortable, dear. Your breasts are so firm and high, and your nipples are so pretty."
"They aren't nearly as big as yours," Laura said.
Ashley laughed softly. "We can't all be built like dairy cows, dear. David-likes your breasts. He isn't hung up on a particular size. He says that beauty is beauty, and shape and texture count as much as size." She stared openly at Laura's crotch. "He-likes your bush, too, and the way your lips peek through."
Laura blushed again, something she seemed to be doing a lot lately. "Talking to an older girl this way is going to take some getting used to," she said softly. She cocked her head to the side and looked puzzled. "When did he.. .oh, yeah, last night he could see between my legs, couldn't he?"
"Yes, he could see your pretty pussy," Ashley said, laying it right out in the open, hoping to break down the barriers in Laura's mind. "We both could. Which of those outfits do you like?"
"All of them," Laura said with a big grin. "I look so much different in them." She paused and the grin faded quickly. "But I can't let you buy them."
"Then you'll have to break my hand so I can't sign the charge slip. Come on, let's find some sexy lingerie to go with them."
"Oh, Ashley, you're going to spoil me."
"I sure hope so!"
"How can I ever repay you? Even if I get a job right away, I know I'll make barely enough to live on."
"We'll talk about that later," Ashley said. "I have a couple ideas."
They went to the lingerie department and picked out garter belts, hose, bras, panties, and teddies.
"Wear sexy lingerie," Ashley said, "and you'll feel sexy. When you feel sexy, it shows, and guys will pick up the signal immediately."
"I'm already beginning to feel sexy," Laura giggled.
"That's what I want to hear."
They gathered up their selections and headed back to the dressing room. Laura fumbled with the garter belt, so Ashley helped her attach it to the stockings. In the process, she touched Laura's thighs and had to fight a potent urge to do a lot more than touch the smooth skin.
Ashley wasn't sure who shuddered more when Laura pulled the thong panties up her shapely thighs and, innocently enough, pulled it too far and embedded the silky crotch between the long lips of her pussy. She enjoyed watching Laura slide a finger into her slit to retrieve the material from her warm, moist depths.
Ashley's hands shook visibly as she helped Laura put on a half-bra. She couldn't help herself, she simply had to touch her comely tits. She enjoyed the satiny texture of the firm mounds, and spent a little extra time making sure the fit was good and by the time she was finished, Laura's nipples were hard and erect, pointing out so invitingly.
"Are you nervous, Ashley?" Laura had begun to grasp what was going on and batted her eyes coyly. She sounded a lot more confident than she was. Actually, she was afraid Ashley was going to do something she wasn't sure she wanted a girl to do to her.
They looked deep into each other's eyes, and Ashley wondered if she dared kiss the girl's nipples, maybe even lick her pussy, right then and there. No, she had to wait and let David watch the first time she went down on the girl. Until that moment, she hadn't been sure when she would introduce Laura to the delights of lesbian love. Now, she knew-within a few minutes after they got home.
"We'd better go," Ashley said in a quivering voice.
"Right," Laura breathed, her voice as jittery as Ashley's. "I'm going to wear this outfit so people won't think I'm some dowdy little urchin you picked up on the street," she teased.
"Well, you have a better command of English than I thought."
"What else was there to do but study?"
"Take off the bra," Ashley said.
Laura removed the silk blouse and bra, then put the blouse back on. She turned and admired herself in the mirror. "Mmmmmm, this material feels so nice against my bare skin."
"Just wait until you walk and it rubs against your nipples."
"They're already getting hard," Laura giggled.
"We'll have lunch and gab. David will probably fix hot dogs and pretend that he's at the ball park."