Katherine

Helen was so excited to have her friend so close. That said, she was also keen to work on her new friendship with Katherine or Kat as she preferred to be called. Like Maisy, Kat was as far from Helen as could be imagined. From the straight blonde hair to the inflated lips or clearly fake bust and not to mention the dress sense. She was always either showing ample amounts of skin or was wearing something so tight that nothing was left to the imagination.

She was the most looked down on in the circle of wives. Perhaps because she so obviously represented what a lot of them were. They were objects of desire that looked good on their wealthy husband’s arms and had very little substance to them beyond that which they manufactured for themselves in the form of community events or showy charity work. Kat was at least honest and seemingly very happy in her position. What drew Helen to her was her unrelenting positivity and genuine niceness. Helen was also too naive to think badly of Kat and assumed her dress sense and aesthetic were just eccentricities.

Helen knocked on the front door and a blonde vision in white crop top and tight leather skirt answered and swept Helen into a hug, large, firm breasts making it hard to breathe. “Helen, so good to see you.” Kat let her go and looked her up and down, holding her at arm’s length. “You look as cute as ever. Honestly, with your hair and skin, I could just dress you up like a dolly and drink tea with you all day. Come in, we can sit out in the garden by the pool. Are you enjoying your pool?”

“Yes, it’s great.”

“Isn’t it though. I always wanted one but Max was ****. I changed his mind and now I think he had begrudgingly accepted it, and he does love to watch me swim.” Maximilian was Kats considerably older husband. Kat was about Helen’s age and Maxamillian was in his sixties. They had been married for seven years and to listen to Kat speak, were very much in love.

Kat swept her through the very glamorously decorated house and out of large patio doors to the pool area. Kat spoke nearly constantly. It was one of the things that Helen liked about her. Being a bit shy, it made getting to know Kat easier.

“Do you want a drink? I have some Prosecco I need an excuse to open,” Kat asked.

“I’m driving so I’d better not. I’m not really into wine anyway. I’m afraid I have a rather childish pallet when it comes to ****.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the car. Get a taxi later. I know, I have just the cocktail for you. It’s so sweet you will want to skip dessert for weeks.”

Helen was going to protest but she had already disappeared only to come back a few minutes later with a pitcher of something bright green. “I used to drink these all the time when I was younger but I have to be a bit more careful about my figure as I’m getting older. I have to keep looking my best for Maxy,” said Kat as she patted her perfectly flat belly.

Helen took a sip. She could taste the **** but she loved the flavour. “You have a beautiful figure. How do you stay so slim yet so feminine?”

“Oh, you are the sweetest thing for saying so. Honestly, it’s a lot of work but I like working out so at least I can indulge in things like this occasionally,” Kat said before taking a big sip of her drink. “Mmm, yummy. It’s been ages since I had these. I have a gym in the house and I work out every day. My butt and thighs are all hard work. The rest I got some professional help for.”

Helen was confused. “What do you mean by professional help?”

“My lips and my boobies of course.”

“You mean they aren’t real? Do they stick on or something?”

“No silly. They’re implants.”

Helen was amazed. She didn’t know that was a thing. “So there is something inside your breasts?”

Kat got up and moved her chair close to Helen and sat back down facing her. Without warning, she lifted her top. She hadn’t been wearing a bra and the two round orbs were right in front of Helen. The reddish areola was taught against the firm flesh and the prominent nipples had bars through them just like Maisy’s but these were just silver.

Helen was flustered but she didn’t want to seem rude so she made polite conversation. “Oh, my friend has her nipples pierced too. She has just moved nearby.”

“Really,” said Kat, talking as if nothing strange was happening. “You must introduce me to her. If she likes piercings then we have something in common. Does she have any tattoos?”

“No, but I believe she was saving up for one.”

“Then I definitely need to meet her. She should check out my guy.” Kat began lifting her skirt to show off an ornate tattoo that she had going from her hip to her upper thigh. Helen hadn’t noticed it before but the bottom would have often been visible under the hem of the short skirts she wore.

Helen then noticed something else “You’re not wearing any underwear,” she said, trying to mask the alarm in her voice.

Kat giggled as she put her skirt back in position. “Not when I’m wearing a skirt long enough to hide it. It makes me feel naughty and I like it.”

“Do you like feeling naughty?”

Kat squirmed playfully, her bare breasts waving around and drawing Helen’s attention back to them. “Yea, I love feeling like a bad girl. Max likes it too. We have fun with it.”

“I struggle with feeling like I’m being wicked. I wish I didn’t. I’m working on it though,” said Helen sadly.

“Honey, that’s awful. Feeling wicked should be a little treat like a sugary cocktail although I probably indulge in feeling wicked more than sugar. I like sugar, I love feeling naughty.” Kat suddenly looked down at her bare breasts “Oh yea, I was showing you my titties.” She hutched forward and took Helen’s hand and pressed it on the side of her breast. “Can you feel where the implant is?”

Fascination over took Helen’s other feelings.”Yes, I can feel it. Why did you get these?”

“To have bigger boobs of course,” said Kat, holding her arms in the air like she was on a rollercoaster. “I was an ‘A’ cup when I met Maxy. I wanted bigger boobs and he wanted to buy them for me. It was a match made in heaven and it started my modelling career.”

“You were a model? What was it for, clothing catalogues?”

“Yes, something like that. You’ve finished your drink, let me top you up.” Kat poured more green liquid into Helen’s glass.

The two women sat and gossiped for a while about some of their mutual acquaintances and soon the second cocktail became a third “You must give me the recipe for this drink, it’s really good,” slurred Helen.

Kat got a cheeky look on her face. “Do you want me to help you with your naughtiness problem?”

“Would you? I’ll take any help I can get. I know Mike is **** for me to relax a bit and I’m trying but it’s not easy for me.”

“We do these things for our husband’s don’t we?”

“To husbands,” toasted Helen and Kat joined in enthusiastically. What were you saying?”

“Hm? Oh yes. Like any fear, I think you have to face it head-on.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing,” said Helen, slumping down in her chair and looking like a sulky child.

“Has it been working?”

“A bit. I suppose.” She sat back up. “My friend told me I should play with myself more.”

“That’s always good advice.”

“But like, specifically when I feel naughty. It helps me forget about the bad feelings.”

“I see. That kind of makes sense. But what about if you are out in public? Do you just start doing it right there and then.”

Helen slumped down again “I wish. I have to wait and do it later. I’d have done it several times by now.” She suddenly clamped her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Kat burst out laughing and in her drunken state Helen couldn’t help but find it infectious. As the laughter faded the guilt crept in. “There, now I feel like I’ve been bad and I feel awful again.”

“No, sweetie,” consoled Kat. She reached out and took Helen’s hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We were having fun and even if you did shock me, it wouldn’t matter. I’d get over it and if I didn’t then I should go get fucked and I wouldn’t be worth wasting your time on.

Helen started to feel better. There was truth in what Kat was saying even if it was easy to understand but hard to do. “Thanks, that helps.”

Kat smiled, showing her perfect, bright white teeth behind her glossy lips. “Now,” she said to get the conversation back to lighter things “When exactly did you start to feel naughty with me?”

Helen slurped her drink, “When you showed me your breasts of course. They are really big and pretty. I felt bad for liking them.”

Kat flipped her top up, “These titties?” she giggled. “That’s actually really sweet. I love my titties too. I’m glad you thought they were pretty.”

Helen was looking at the two globes that stuck out from Kat’s well-toned body. She felt naughty but the guilt hadn’t hit yet. The **** was having quite the impact on her and she felt daring enough to add, “And then I saw up your skirt and I thought it was sexy and…”

“And what?” said Kat, getting a little excited.

“And, I wanted to touch myself.”

“That is so hot.”

“Eh?”

“I’ve got this beautiful woman confessing a girl crush to me. Can I confess something to you?”

Helen leaned forward “What?”

“I kind of want to touch myself now too. Should I? I feel all wicked myself now so maybe I should touch myself like you do.”

“Uh, sure. I guess that’s okay.” The **** was making Helen’s head fuzzy. She didn’t want to be rude and that, in her addled state made her feel like it would be bad to say no. It was her house after all.

Without hesitation, Kat wriggled her skirt up and opened her legs. For the second time Helen found herself looking at another woman’s most intimate area. She couldn’t look away. She wanted to see it. Kat’s crotch was flawless. There was no sign of any sort of blemish and the skin was perfectly smooth. Her perfectly shaped labia was tidily tucked between two slightly puffy lips. Helen was fascinated. “Wow, it’s so pretty. It looks so smooth.” She would never normally have spoken so frankly but the alcoh9ol had loosened her lips.

Kat giggled. “Thank you. You are so sweet. And it is really smooth. Come here.” Kat beckoned to Helen and Helen moved her chair closer. She wasn’t really thinking anymore. She was running on autopilot Kat took Helen’s hand and, without warning put Helen’s fingers on her smooth mound of venus. “See. I had all my hair removed and now it feels so lovely. Maxy loves it and I never have to shave it anymore.”

In a trance Helen ran her fingers over the perfect, soft flesh. Without even being aware she was doing it, curiosity made her fingers investigate lower. Still, not a trace of stubble or a single hair. It was so interesting to touch another woman’s slit and she stroked the outside of Kat’s vagina. Suddenly she touched something warm and wet. It’s so slippery and nice, she thought in her drunken daze. She liked touching it.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” said Kat.

Kat’s voice suddenly made Helen self-conscious and she snatched her hand away but wished she didn’t have to. “Sorry,” she stammered. “It was just so fascinating. I got lost in it.”

“Aww, does that mean we are done?” Kat slipped her fingers between her legs and have her pussy a firm stroke. “You had really soft hands. I was kind of getting into it.” She closed her legs and squeezed her thighs together before pulling her skirt back down. She looked at Helen with a smile. “I bet you are feeling naughty now. Don’t mind me if you want to touch yours.”

Helen was flustered. I, no, I can’t. At least, not here. Maybe when I’m on my own,” she confessed, her face flushing a deep red. She squeezed her own thighs together as she craved stimulation. “I should probably go.”

Kat squeezed Helen’s hand. “No, don’t go just yet. Anyway, it might take Mike a while to get here if you have his car. He’ll have to get a cab. Why don’t you call him and ask him to get you in a bit? I want to talk more.”

It was genuinely lovely to have someone so eager to spend time with her that Helen agreed and asked Mike to collect her in an hour. She had been worried that he might have been cross but he seemed rather pleased, maybe even amused at her slurred words.

For a while, they gossipped as Kat dished a lot of dirt on the other couples in the area. It seemed that most of the wives suspected their husbands of being unfaithful and it seemed that several of the wives showed a similar disregard for their marital vows. Helen asked Kat if she or Maximus had ever done that.

Kat thought for a moment “Not really,” she answered, which Helen thought was an odd choice of wording. “I’d never do anything to hut Maxy and he wouldn’t hurt me, but we do have some fun sometimes.” Helen was about to delve further into this but Kat suddenly spoke up. It looked like whatever she had said had given her an idea. “Ooh. You know you are doing your pushing the limits thing?” Helen didn’t have time to respond before Kat went on. “Well, you know I’m not wearing any panties? So why don’t you do the same?”

“Go out not wearing underwear?” The idea was shocking.

“No silly, I mean take them off now so when your lovely hubby picks you up, you will know you aren’t wearing any. It’s not like anyone will see under that long skirt of yours but you’ll know.”

The panic and guilt for how wicked she felt for getting aroused by that idea were dulled by the **** in her system. She wished she could run away and play with herself to make it feel better but she couldn’t. She looked at Kat’s playful and expectant grin and in a moment of Madness she said “Okay.”

“Slip them off now and I’ll hide them for you. That way you can’t change your mind.” Seeing that Helen was looking around she added “There’s nobody here today except us. Go on, you can do it,” she encouraged.

Helen, like she was tearing off a plaster, slipped her hands under the long material of her skirt and shipped her white cotton panties off and gave them to Kat.

Kat held them up “Wow,” she said. “My gran wears sexier panties than these. I don’t think hers would be quite so wet though.”

“Katherine,” Helen pleaded through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” Kat said, giggling as she scrunched them up and hid them in the small purse she had on the table. She poured the last of the cocktail into Helen’s glass. “You probably need this,” she said, pushing the glass towards her.