Chapter 11
by 
Grayice
Does Isabella change her wardrobe?
First, We Confess
A/N I took note of all the wonderful suggestions from Last Chapter. But as I started writing linking material, I realized ya'll were moving at a faster pace than me. I decided to break the linking material into several parts for better flow. The alternative would have been close to 20 pages without a proper suggestion. When we get to the bikini scene(s), I will enter the suggestions.
Isabella took a moment to formulate her voice. It didn’t help that Jenny’s sensuous perfume infiltrated Isabella’s thoughts. After clearing her mind, Isabella softly admitted, “I don’t want to be some easy lay. I made a promise to my Dad that I’d preserve myself for marriage, just like a good Catholic girl. I don’t want to send mixed signals and hurt anyone. Not only that, but I came here to get my teaching degree.”
Jenny pulled Isabella into a sisterly hug. Isabella reciprocated and felt her face redden as Jenny’s large boobs pushed into her own more modest bust. Breaking the hug, Jenny cupped Isabella’s face and told her, “Isabella. This is the 21rst century. Only stupid perverts think that women choose their apparel to seduce them. And those chauvinist pigs pay me to let them jerk off!”
“So, what do I do? I don’t have enough money to shop for more swimwear. And I’m afraid of what you’ll say about my undies,” Isabella looked to Jenny for advice.
“I got you covered, little sis!” Jenny squeaked. “Tell me your size, and we’ll have James pick them up from the studio.”
“W-why would he have women’s swimwear?” Isabella wrinkled her nose in confusion.
“Because we make porn!” Jenny sighed when Isabella gave her a shrug of bewilderment. She explained, “Guy’s expect models to wear new clothes every scene.”
Isabella blushed so hard it physically hurt, and Jenny placed her left hand over her mouth, trying and failing to contain the body-shaking laugh. All Isabella could manage was a sharp, almost imperceptible, “Oh!”
DC-70
D100 + 6= 90
Critical Success
After the two had regained their senses, Isabella whispered, “Tell James, I am 32-24-33. And if you have something pink, I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course!” Jenny whipped out her phone and sent a text off to James. When she looked up, Isabella was still staring at her.
“There’s one more thing I’d like to discuss… It feels weird to say out loud, could you please come closer?” Isabella begged, her big blue doe eye’s staring into Jenny in the eye. Powerless to resist in the moment, Jenny leaned forward, and the two got close enough to kiss before Isabella whispered, “I-I know you wear revealing outfits, but I-I’ve only heard of women-scaping.”
Turning her head to whisper back, Jenny smiled and Isabella could feel her breath upon her inner ear. Pausing for effect, Jenny cooed, “Baby, let me guide you. Come take my hand, and I’ll show you an entire dimension.”
Isabella's Libido has increased by +1
As a reminder, here is the poll to vote for Isabella's pubic hair-style: