Blackmailing the Queen

Chapter 10 – The Pitch and The Squeeze

It took over week for Ann to get Mattie interested in her. Mattie had heard, of course, that Ann was hanging around with me, and like most of her ex-friends was giving the former Queen of the school the cold shoulder. But Ann was not so easily deterred, and made a point of walking by Mattie in the shower after phys ed class, and giving her long friendly looks in class.

We figured that if Mattie had been interested in Ann at some point, enough attention paid to her should rekindle things. If not, well then this would probably not work. But we had nothing to lose.

It was Mattie who approached Ann on a tuesday morning, right after another `hot' shower in the girl's locker room. While Ann would not relate their conversation verbatim ("Girl talk, you wouldn't be interested") she made it clear that Mattie seemed as hot for her as ever.

– More – [C]ontinue, [S]top, [N]onStop: n We'd decided not to bring Mattie to our little apartment. It was better if that remained our secret place, especially since we did not know how she would react to what we had planned. Instead, we decided to use Ann's own bedroom in the main house, which would work perfectly since Ann's parents were to leave the city that weekend and Ann's older sister was away at college.

It was to be a study session and a sleep over. Mattie would bring her books over, but the real agenda was to have some fun, to resurrect their flagging friendship. Ann's agenda, of course, was to get Mattie into bed with her, and eventually to get me in there too.

Ann was quite skeptical about this last part ("Mattie is more of a princess than I use to be, love"), so I formed a little plan of my own, which Ann found delightful. I would hide in the closet, which had french doors and could be left open a crack very easily, and would take photos of the two girls together, as I had done with Ann and Bill. If Mattie refused the menage a trois, we could use the same sort of threat I'd used on Ann to get her to cooperate.

I was suprised that Ann was willing, even enthusiastic about the photo idea; after all, the photos of her and Bill had to hold some bad memories. But she was absolutuly giggling at the idea, saying that "what was good for catching one prissy little bitch ought to work well on another."

They planned to meet on a Saturday afternoon, around 3:00pm, and for Mattie to stay that night. I'd never even been in the main house, let alone Ann's room, and I wanted to break-in her bed that morning, before the party with Mattie began. She was extremely willing, so we spent the hours between 10:00am and noon joyously fondling and humping in her flowery bed. I only let myself come once, though, as I wanted to save my strength for the evening.

What a room! Everything in it looked extremely expensive, from the frilly canopy bed to the textured wallpaper to the solid oak, antique furniture. The carpeting was rich, lush wool, which made the room whisper quiet. Except for the sounds we made, of course.

Ann had finished a particularly vigorous cocksucking session, my come now dribbling out the sides of her grinning mouth and dripping onto her tits, when the princess phone (naturally) next to her bed rang. Since I was in an impish mood I began tongueing her snatch while she tried to talk on the phone.

"Um, he-hello," she said, then grinned and tried to push my head away,

"Oh, hi Mattie." She said the name with emphasis, as if to tell me this was too important and I should stop; I sucked her harder. "Um, no, no I'm fine, uh, I just ran upstairs and, uhhhhh, I'm a little out of br-breath. Sure, you can come… come early. When? F-Fine, see you at one then…"

She hung up and then playfully slapped the top of my head. "Oh, you crud! If, uh, if, uh, if she th-thought you w-were here she, mmmmmmmmmm, oh fuck it… go, baby, go…" She pressed my head into her cunt and started to come again.

We only had an hour, and Ann wanted to make sure the room was sufficiently aired out (and her pussy was dry) before Mattie got there, so we stopped and cleaned up.

Mattie arrived right on time, Ann rushing downstairs to let her in. I was amused and excited to see Ann so eager for this. I found myself a reasonably comfortable position in the closet, readied my camera, and left the door open a crack. Soon thereafter I heard them coming up the stairs.

Not much happened in the first few hours.

The closet idea had sounded fine, but in practice it was a pain. Four o'clock that afternoon found me rather cramped and trying to remain silent while the girls sat and did homework. Ann had tried on several occasions to get the conversation into the sexual arena, but Mattie was pretty worried about her economics class and was hard to distract. She had not come dressed to play either, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.

Ann looked like a cute little babydoll in her frilly robe, and I knew from recent personal experience that she wore nothing underneath.

Finally, Ann did what my mind had been screaming for her to do for the last hour – she loosened her robe so that Mattie could get a glimpse of her tits if she tried to. Ann leaned forward on the bed, obstensively to make a note from her schoolbook, but her tits almost spilled out and Mattie could not help but see.

"Gee, Ann, you're about to lose your robe," Mattie said. Mattie had a voice that was almost indistinguishable from Susan Saint James, though she looked nothing like her. Now there was a slight tension in that voice – at least I thought there was.

"Well, we've seen it all in PE, haven't we? Frankly, I'm a little warm in this anyway – I think I put on a T shirt…"

She walked to the closet, dropping her robe. I jumped for a second when I relalized that she planned to open the door, but had to notice that Mattie was staring at her naked body as she walked by. Ann was right, Mattie's interest in her was definitly still alive and definitely sexual.

Ann threw the closet door open and stood before me, naked, her body blocking the view that Mattie would otherwise have had of me crouching among the shoes and boxes. She smiled down at me and winked, then ran her tongue over her lips and flashed me a look of pure lust. My dick became hard, of course, which made me very uncomfortable. She smiled again, as if that was her little prank on me.

She drew out a knee-length T-shirt, black with a white cat face on it, and closed the door (not quite all the way, of course). Still nude, she walked to the center of the room and held the T-shirt up to her chest.

"Isn't this great? I had it made at that place near Sherman's. The gal hand painted it and everything…" Ann lifted it to slip it over her head, then feigned a little trouble untangling the material – all to give Mattie plenty of time to look.

Mattie stared on appreciatively. Her lips formed a silent little pucker at Ann's exposed pussy and tits. I was looking at Mattie, and was realizing just how lovely a girl she was. She had very looks very much like Ann Margaret, though she was a bit more busty and her hair was a deeper shade of red. Like most guys, I had really only noticed her large breasts before, which were hard to overlook, but as she was dressed in a shapeless sweatshirt and posed in profile, from my vantage point, I had an opportunity to really see her face. I hoped all the more that this evening went as Ann and I had planned.

"Much better," Ann said. "Gee, I hope you brought something else to wear. It can get warm in the evening, especially upstairs in this house."

"No," Mattie said, still staring, "I'm afraid this is it. I guess I'll just have to sweat."

"Heavan's no," Ann exclaimed, stepping back to the closet, "I'm sure I have something you can wear…"

As Ann opened the closet, again hiding me with her body and again flashing me one of her famous boner-producing looks, I heard Mattie behind her: "Well, we're not exactly the same size, Ann, you know."

"Up top," Ann said, sliding the hangers one by one. "But I'll find something. You're going to die in that."

Ann winked at me again and I had to stifle a laugh at what she had chosen. It was a neglige that would leave little to the imagination on Ann, let alone buxom Mattie. I bit my hand to keep silent.

"Here, Ann said, turning and closing the closet partway again, "this will look fantastic on you."

Mattie took the hanger. "This is way too small. I'll pop out the top if I don't ruin it."

"It'll be fine," Ann said. When Mattie made no move to put it on she sighed. "Mattie, give it a try. Don't be so prissy."

"Prissy? Shit…" Mattie pulled her sweatshirt over her head in one motion, revealing a quite simple white cotton bra underneath. Her breasts, 36's at least and perhaps more, were held fast by the bra, which was probably the only kind she could get to fit her. She unsnapped her jeans and slid them off, almost looking me right in the eye for a moment, then stood there, magnificent in her white underwear, arranging the neglige and preparing to pull it on.

Ann sighed again. "That's not exactly meant to be worn with underwear, you know."

Mattie stopped and looked Ann right in the eye for a moment. "What are you up to, Ann? Trying to get my clothes off?"

"I see what you're got every day in gym. Why would I be trying to do that now?" Ann's face was calm and assured. "Maybe I make you uncomfortable? I never did before."

Without another word, Mattie reached around and unsnapped her bra with one hand. The elastic of the brastrap twanged and the bra flew away from her chest, reveling a truly impressive set of tits. Jugs that large usually sag to some degree, but Mattie's hung just enough to give you a sense of their mass. They were full, proud, and ripe, and her youth made them firm. Her nipples were small, especially for those breasts, and they sat high, almost like cherries on a sunday. Freckles lightly dotted the tops of both breasts. I was in awe.

Next came her panties. She stepped out of them without bending much, just dropped the panties and lifted one foot, reaching back to snag the panties with her right hand, her eyes never leaving Ann's. Her pussy hair was so fine as to be virtually nonexistant. More freckles dotted the tops of her thighs, stopping abruptly at the pantyline. Her skin was milky white. She was magnificent, like an amazon, her long red hair in a cloud around her head. She really looked every bit the playboy playmate – large, firm breasts, slim waist, round, tight ass, long shapely legs. Her skin was smooth and fair – and with that red hair and her intensely youthfull looks she was like a buxon Irish serving girl. She seemed to stand there for hours, motionless, though I'm sure it was just a moment or two before she spoke.

"OK, Ann. Was this what you wanted?"

Ann smiled that warm you're-my-friend smile and Mattie smiled back in the same way, like a secret handshake. "I thought you were going to try on the camisole."

"You know it won't fit." Again, that smile.

"Hmmm. I guess not. Well, we could swap…" and with that she pulled the T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Both women now stood naked, and Ann took a step toward Mattie, her hand extended, holding the T-shirt.

Then I made a mistake. I clicked off a shot. The room, silent as the grave with all that wool carpet insulating it against outside sound, fairly echoed with the click of the shutter. All of a sudden Mattie grabbed the T-shirt and held it up to her chest.

"What was that!" she said, turning around.

"What was what?" Ann asked, touching her shoulder and trying to sound calm.

"I heard a clicking sound. God, it sounded like a camera." Mattie stepped to the window and peeked around the curtains.

"Oh, that," Ann said, and here she impressed me with the deftness of her lie. "That's my dad's burgaler alarm system. There are little switches everywhere and sometimes they make noise. It wakes you up at night until you get use to it. It's kind of spooky sometimes.

Here…" She stepped to the stereo, flashing me an exasperated look, and turned the radio on to a smooth-sounding, jazzy station. "This is how I drown it out when I'm home alone…"

Mattie had turned back from the window, and was watching Ann's lovely lithe body as she bent to the stereo. When Ann turned to face her, their eyes locked again and there was another heavy moment of silence, with just the music to fill the space. Mattie still held the T-shirt in from of her, but Ann stood completely naked, and seemed quite comfortable.

"Ann," Mattie began, "I get the feeling that something is going on here, but I don't understand."

"Don't you?" Ann's voice was suddenly serious, and sultry. "I wonder.

You remember the time we watched those porny movies in the garage?"

"Sure," Mattie said, dropping her eyes. "The guy with the big dong and that girl who looked like a drug addict."

"No, the other one," Ann said, crossing to sit on the bed. She had not told me about any other film. This was interesting.

"Um, yeah. We didn't watch all of that one. Susie got grossed out."

"But you wanted to watch it."

"No, I…"

"C'mon Mattie. We've known each other for a long time. When I showed that movie of the two women making love I already knew what was on it."

Mattie looked up, suprised.

"Don't you think I'd watched them before? And since?"

"I didn't think about that. So you knew…"

"I knew it was a lesbian film. I knew it would turn you on – no, don't say anything." Ann leaned over and touched Mattie on the arm, a light, loving touch that made Mattie wince. "It turned me on too."

"I like boys, Ann," Mattie said quietly, her eyes full of tears.

"So do I. But I like you too. I like you a lot." Ann stood and put her hands on Mattie's shoulders, then let then slide down to her breasts. With the music playing I could now take as many shots as I liked with no fear off being heard. I clicked off two almost immediately. I had nearly come unaided when Ann touched Mattie's breasts; I definitely wanted this moment preserved in pictures.

Mattie's face was turned away, but she dropped the T-shirt and brought her hands up to Ann's breasts and began to stroke them. Ann pulled her toward the bed, gently, and Mattie did not resist.

Women make love slowly. I'd never seen it before, and I was fascinated by the smoothness, the grace with which the breasts, the legs the necks, the arms, the tummies slide and intermingle. They spent the longest time just kissing, just licking nipples and stroking thighs. I was struck by how different these two girls were; both beautiful, but in totally different ways. Ann was like a fashion model: long limbed, slim, with high cheek bones and gracefull hands. Mattie was like a centerfold: large, full breasts, hourglass figure, soft, full lips, and a perpetually sexy look. After what seemed like an hour, Mattie was completely enraptured by Ann and I think Ann was fulfilling a fanstasy all her own. Ann finally lowered her head to Mattie's pussy, parting her legs ahead of time to give me a good look at her pretty cunt, and for a moment Mattie seemed about to stop everything. She put a hand on Ann's shoulder.

"No… No, you don't have to do that." Mattie smiled and brushed some stray hairs, and perhaps a few tears, from her eyes. "This has made me so happy, Ann, really, but I can't ask you to… to…"

"To thuck your widdow puthy?" Ann said, in babytalk.

They both giggled like little girls.

"God, Ann, you don't pull any punches," Mattie said, blushing.

"Why should I? We're loving each other, and you want me to suck it, and I want to suck it. So why not?"

"You mean it? You really want to?" Mattie's face looked hopeful and incredulous.

Ann answered by lowering her face to Mattie's snatch. I could not see what Ann was doing, since the back of her head was to me, but from the look of ecstasy on Mattie's face as she writhed and moaned it must have been the right stuff. Again, Ann took her time, her head describing slow, sensous circles. Then, suddenly, she picked up the pace sharply, and began to literally fuck Mattie's pussy with her face. Her hands were also doing something in there, I assumed she was fingering her, and Mattie's breasts began to heave mightily as her orgasm approached.

Ann usually flushed red in her chest and face when she was close to coming, but Mattie did the just opposite, her face becoming slightly paler just before she began to come.

And come she did. We were fortunate there was no one in the house.

Mattie really wailed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Annie, Annie, oh, sweet… Doooooooooooooo it!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mattie cried, her back arching, thrusting her big tits into the air. She had grabbed onto Ann's hair and was grinding her face into her pussy. Then she subsided, and quickly pulled Ann up into a tight hug, Mattie sobbing tears of complete joy.

"Oh, Ann. Sis, that was incredible. Oh, thank you, thank you…"

Sis? Interesting. I'd been clicking off shots all along, of course. I checked my camera. I was out of film.