Tasty Treats

"For Whitney? Absolutely!" the twenty-four-year-old agreed, sounding thrilled to help her hostess and new, younger friend from last month. "What do you have in mind?"

Brandy admitted to being unsure about the lingerie selection. “What do you get a spoiled princess who has it all? I thought playing queen of the jungle could be fun?”

Sean breathed deeply, watching Skye’s light-brown eyes light up at the leopard-print bra and panties. The buxom brunette moved over to take the items from his aunt. Rubbing her fingers over the material, she grinned.

“Wow, I didn’t see these. Where are they?” Skye asked, leading Fawn to gesture toward the area. “These would be so cool for a shoot when it warms up, like in the spring.”

Sean gulped solidly, watching as the brunette held the bra up to her sweater-covered breasts. His creative mind immediately conjured an image of Skye running around the forest in the leopard-print undergarments.

Brandy noticed and inquired about the items already in the waitress/model’s hands, especially the bridal lingerie.

“A photoshoot, huh? I doubt Whitney is ready to wear that, even for her savior. However, I bet somebody wouldn’t mind playing photographer,” the athletic blonde teased, nudging her nephew with an elbow.

“Maybe you should try one on. It might be the one chance you ever get,” Fawn remarked about the bridal lingerie.

“Shut it, Fawnie!” Brandy snapped.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. Sean did work as the photographer at the hot springs for Whitney and me,” Skye revealed, biting her lip at the memory. “We sorta got in trouble with a ranger for its steaminess.”

“Did you now?” Brandy responded, cracking an impressed smile at her nephew and Fawn, the latter of whom rolled her eyes.

“It wasn’t a big deal. The guy has it out for Whitney’s dad,” Sean protested, downplaying the potential scandal.

“Yep, that sounds like Harv,” Brandy chuckled. “I’m actually surprised that he didn’t swoop in and claim a sexy lil thang like you.”

Skye actually blushed at the idea, while Fawn pointed out that it contradicted Tinny’s amateur ramblings about the cabin trip.

“Don’t ruin my hopes of finally getting him as a big brother. Maybe you should’ve made a play for Harvey, instead of whatever wicked games you’re playing with Ian Thirlby.”

“I’m not playing anything with him! We’re just friends, nothing more,” Fawn insisted once again about the town’s tragic, in-demand dream man.

Almost as if another thought suddenly occurred, Brandy spun around to face her lifelong friend. “Just for that, we’re going to use an actual model for advice. Do you mind? My stuffy librarian friend has a hot date tonight, and I’m desperate to marry her off.”

“Are you? Then, who would be available to constantly put up with your bullshit?” Fawn challenged, gaining a nod from Sean.

“I’m not much of a model yet, but I’ll gladly help,” Skye offered, sizing up the bespectacled blonde.

“Fuck yeah!” Brandy celebrated, fist-bumping the other young woman.

A whirlwind followed. Brandy took the items that Skye intended to buy, throwing them into Sean’s hands so that the two women could fly around the store. With Fawn checking on the stockings selection, the other two women debated the merits of multiple outfits. While Skye didn’t outright dismiss the same apron-style panties for Whitney like Fawn did, she murmured about another great piece for a photoshoot. What really caught Brandy’s attention was a slip-up by the buxom brunette about Whitney liking to roleplay.

“Jesus, kid. How lucky did you get saving that one? I bet Ramsey wouldn’t be even a fraction of the fun if you’d saved her,” Brandy remarked, leading her nephew to tell her to lay off his ex-crush.

As Skye tried to recall some of the items she'd seen in Whitney's closet at the cabin, Brandy fired off suggestions for nearly every item they passed. Most were options for Whitney, but occasionally, she called across the store to ask Fawn what she thought about wearing this or that. Almost impervious to her BFF's attempts to publicly embarrass her, Fawn apologized more to Vittoria, who Brandy had brushed aside now that she had Skye's help.

Although the leggy blonde slyly checked the tag first, Brandy caused Sean’s jaw to drop when she offered to buy Skye the leopard-print bikini. Often broke herself, she’d picked up the careful way the server selected items for her amateur modeling in the expensive shop.

I need to ask Mom or Grandma what this job is. I hope Brandy isn’t going to get in trouble for it.

“Nah, Sean’s going to want easy access to her tonight,” Brandy said, responding to the bodysuit that Skye held up.

Recalling her nephew’s reaction to several of the first items that they’d browsed. Brandy returned to pick up the chiffon-and-lace flyaway cami set. Although she still didn’t know that her sister had been waiting at the front door in a baby blue one for her baby boy, Brandy skipped the pink version this time, asking Sean what he thought of the deep red one. Based on his reaction, she threw it in the possible pile.

“This one, definitely this one,” Skye declared, selecting a dainty, delicate sheer lace plunge babydoll in black.

Noticing the tiny, thin-strap tie in back, Brandy warned her nephew to control himself if they bought that one. “Don’t ruin your mother’s hard-earned money by ripping that shit off Whitney, no matter how hot that might be.”

Fawn's scolding caught her best friend’s attention. Flipping her attitude, Brandy smooth-talked Vittoria into helping convince the librarian to try on the rose-colored garter set; this time adding in a matching bra. Despite her refusals, Vittoria and one of her employees hustled Fawn over to the fitting rooms.

Satisfied with her scheming, the thirty-year-old returned to the selection of plunge, lace babydolls. After Skye selected black for the teen bombshell, Brandy opted for a light blue for herself, while muttering about Bridget's approval over buying this for her younger sister.

Having rolled with most of the selections, occasionally groaning or covering his groin at the images they conjured, Sean nearly fell over when his aunt and the sexy model agreed wholeheartedly on one last item to try on. A classic strapless black corset with front-clasp buttons and lattice-back ties, it practically screamed Whitney’s bossy, controlling demeanor. Overwhelmed by the vision of the buxom blonde poured into that outfit, Sean fled over to a chair next to the changing rooms.

Brandy and Skye followed shortly. With Vittoria hovering around to help Fawn, his aunt whispered to the hunched-over Sean to stay put for now. He didn’t like the wink that accompanied the whisper. Instead, he watched Skye saunter into the larger room at the far end, while his aunt barged into Fawn’s changing room to elicit a scream before Brandy backed out, laughing.

Energized by the seemingly endless options for tonight, Sean’s restless legs attempted to burn off the charge he felt. Hopefully, Mom knows what she’s doing. Whitney better…what am I thinking? Mom and Whitney are like two peas in a pod. For all I know, they confer about what lingerie or outfits to wear when tormenting me. Whoa! I wonder if they’ve planned any matching outfits for the future? Kinda like their impromptu Mrs. Claus thing on New Year’s.

A familiar cackle snapped Sean from his arousing daydream.

Looking up, he spotted Fawn walking past Brandy’s fitting room while Vittoria gushed about the librarian’s date being a lucky man tonight with that purchase.

“It’s not a date,” Fawn insisted yet again.

“You’re right!” Brandy yelled. “It’s now your escort job for tonight!”

"Amazingly, such a graceful woman like Bridget has a sister like hers," Vittoria commented, stopping near Sean's seat.

“Have you met Beverly, the oldest sister?” Fawn asked. “Bridget is somewhat of a balance, at least in public.”

With Fawn standing above him, Sean’s phone buzzed with an incoming message from his aunt. He tapped it, then dropped the phone to the floor in shock. Being ever helpful, Fawn automatically reached down to pick it up for him. Then, she saw the picture.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Dee!”

“Never! It’s burned into his brain now!”

“It better not be,” Fawn admonished, deleting the picture of her clad only in the rose-colored bra, panties, and garter belt. “Delete that from your brain, too.”

Nodding, Sean couldn’t help but wonder what the rear view had been while the librarian walked away, heading over to purchase her new undergarments. A buzz sounded again. The deleted photo reappeared, along with a second picture, showing a rushed, partial image of the rear view that Sean had wondered about.

“Yo, girl, you ready?”

“I am,” Skye replied, through the opening above the changing rooms.

One door opened, allowing Brandy to peek her head out. An older woman exited a fitting room and shot the blonde a dirty look.

“Of all the nerve,” the woman mumbled, passing Sean.

“Psst, psst, come on, kid. The coast is clear,” Brandy hissed, gesturing for Sean to come back.

Sighing and concerned about his aunt’s antics, Sean reluctantly got up. Slowly walking down the narrow hallway, he heard Brandy hiss at Skye to open up. The door facing directly down the hallway opened slightly.

“Well? Get in there and see,” Brandy ordered.

“Um, Skye, is it okay if I come in?” Sean asked hesitantly, standing outside the cracked door.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Brandy cried, shoving her nephew inside.

Falling into the fitting room, Sean gasped at seeing the sexy social media model barely covered in that red chiffon-and-lace flyaway cami set. Rivaling Whitney and Bridget in breast size, Skye filled out the skimpy top admirably. Just like his mother, when she met him in the baby blue version, the brunette’s impressive tits strained the thin tie that kept the two halves connected.

“Damn, girl!” Brandy exclaimed.

Sensing the suggested finger-twirl from his side, Sean watched as Skye spun around, putting on display that firm, curvy ass that he remembered fondly from the hot springs. Having spanked his mom in a similar outfit not long ago, the teen fought the urge to issue a firm slap. He might have if his aunt hadn’t joined him inside the changing room.

Wait, Aunt Brandy was…”Brannnndeee!”

“That’s me!” the mischievous blonde responded, throwing her arms out in a fashion that had Skye laughing.

However, Sean wasn’t laughing as he stared in disbelief at his hot aunt—yes, hot. Despite knowing she was attractive over the years, Sean had maintained a block in his head, despite his illicit activities with his own mother. Now, that block crumbled as he took in his aunt’s body.

Brandy wore the delicate, dainty, plunge lacy babydoll that she’d selected. The light blue mesh material did little to obscure her pointy nipples, something that she hadn’t accounted for or realized. The similar material of the panties didn’t help Sean’s condition one bit.

“Y–You…Y-You…n-nak–almost…naked,” Sean stammered.

“Almost naked? Please, like your mother doesn’t dress like this around the house,” Brandy scoffed. “I know my sister. She loves her sexy underwear. Hell, I got the talk at thirteen about a woman feeling sexy all the time with the proper underwear. Shit, Mom about had a stroke when she heard that.”

“I knew I liked your mom,” Skye said, smiling at Sean. “She didn’t mind one bit when Whitney had me relieve your side effect.”

“Wait, what?” Brandy began to ask, then noticed the bulge in his pants. Next, she realized just how transparent her baby doll was. “Whoops! Sorry, Seanie!”

Sean nearly came in his pants when Brandy turned to leave the changing room. The g-string panties in back basically showcased every inch of her tight, toned ass. Engrossed in the sight, he didn’t even hear Skye’s reaction and jealousy of that six-years-older tush.

“Try on the next one, girl,” Brandy called over her shoulder before shutting her changing room door.

“Get. It’s better to see the total package at once,” Skye ordered, pushing Sean outside again. Only this time, he stood awkwardly outside the fitting room door, in a daze from the dual sights.

Sean had no idea how long he stood there. It was long enough for his aunt to change back into her street clothes and exit the changing room to chuckle at his zombie-like trance. Then, after telling Brandy to wait another minute, Skye announced she was ready.

This time, Sean’s legs buckled, barely staying up thanks to his aunt’s help.

In front of him stood a sex goddess.

Skye wore that classic strapless, black corset. Looking like something out of a film or comic book to Sean, the brunette’s big tits threatened to escape over the top, as she had the front clasp buttons closed as far as they could go. Another unseen finger twirl brought the lattice back ties into view, along with a pair of panties that Skye’s smooth, curvy ass swallowed.

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!" Brandy announced in her best game-show-host voice.

“We do?” the breathtaking brunette asked, spinning around again to bite her lip sexily, shuddering at the look of enraptured desire on Sean’s face.

“No doubt. Whitney is gonna be filthy in that, just like Bee would want for her boy. Not that I blame him. You leave a tasty-looking impression.”

---

“I can’t eat another bit,” Amberly announced, pushing over half of the cinnamon roll coffee cake away.

“That’s your fault for choosing it, Ambs,” Lacey scolded. “Coffee, yuck.”

“I think it looks yummy,” Yumi commented, finishing off the very last of her lemon blueberry breakfast cake.

“Please, you of all people should know that coffee cake isn’t made from coffee,” the sassy blonde pointed out.

“Absolutely! Coffee cake is cinnamon-flavored brown sugar! Doesn’t everyone know that?” Yumi challenged, sighing at her full stomach.

“Apparently, not.”

“Oh, zip it, Fairhead,” Lacey shot back.

“I’ll unzip it, and you’ll like it, Dulcinea,” Amberly responded, sticking out her cake-coated tongue.

While Lacey squealed in disgust, Yumi announced that she wanted a nickname for love, too.

“You need to earn it, sweetie,” Lacey said, seeking to keep Yumi from getting upset.

“Yep, totally and not at all like badges at summer camp. You have to succeed in X amount of matchmakings first,” the visiting girl announced.

“Really? How many? I can do it!” Yumi shrieked, while also eyeing up that coffee cake.

“Just finish it, Yums,” Lacey said.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. My tummy is so full,” the treat-lover insisted after two orders of s’more pancakes and the lemon blueberry breakfast cake. Still, the raven-haired teen cocked her head to the side while admiring the leftover treat. “Besides, I’m sure that Ambs might have second thoughts soon.”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“At least take it as leftovers,” Lacey said, talking to Yumi, not the girl who ordered the breakfast dessert. “Trust me. My mom already has big dinner plans for Amberly’s visit.”

“Well, I don't know. Maybe a bit or two for now,” Yumi said, her hand already inching the plate toward her.

Lacey shot her old matchmaking bestie a knowing grin. Yumi could be predictable without Caterina around to hassle her.

“Okay, let’s get back to this blog about Nosy Nectar. What’s it called again?” the buttery blonde queried.

“Sussing with Serinda and Sanna,” Lacey said again.

“And this is Finn’s cousins acting as if Nosy Nectar is like a soap opera or reality show?”

“It’s a mix. Just search for the name. It’s adorable,” Lacey declared.

For the next ten minutes, Amberly scanned the blog entries while Yumi slowly ate the coffee cake. Seeing her fellow cheerleader’s face, Lacey regretted telling her to eat more. The coming sugar rush isn’t going to make her family happy with me. And I hope she’s not sick tomorrow for cheer practice.

‘Oh. My. Gawd! This is hilarious!” Amberly squealed, kicking her legs out under the table. “These girls so have you guys pegged. Cat’s sinister scheme to pop Roxie’s virginity, only to be constantly undercut by the power of sweetness.”

Yumi didn’t catch the nod in her direction about that power.

“Katie, the teenager already working on her fifth remarriage, Bean. They also so have Yelena, Fletcher, Austin, and Margo down pat. Fuck! Oh, sorry, sweetie. I mean, crap, I can’t wait to show this to the squad. How did I not know about this? I knew those two followed Nosy Nectar religiously, but this is a whole ‘nother level.”

“I mean, I knew they had a blog, and mentioned it to you when they last visited, but not to this level. I think they kept it mostly quiet around here out of embarrassment or fear that we would be mad,” Lacey speculated.

“The evilest queen bee in all the lands combined? I’m fricking dying! Damn, Whitney must hate it,” Amberly stated, entering a giggle fit that ended up contagious to Yumi for an unknown reason to her.

“Yeah, I’m not sure Whit really understands what Serinda and Sanna talk about on there. As for its reach, the blog has expanded since New Year's. The twins and their friend now follow it from Hawaii, adding comments and occasional commentary. The girls did need fill-in hosts during their groundings,” Lacey explained. “Jules and Eppie lent a hand from Rattle Ridge, but it’s the Babybees who have helped a lot. I suspect the expanded focus on Katie is via Kizzy sending them gossip.”

“Oh, hell! I’m so going to start reading this. There is some great material for us to use at our next game versus Honey Hollow.”

“Hey, absolutely not, turnskirt!” Lacey screeched, immediately regretting the term as Yumi’s eyes began to glisten. “I wasn’t talking about you, sweetie.”

“Don’t worry. You can always join our squad.”

“I can?!”

“It’s a three-and-a-half-hour drive. Don’t get any ideas,” Lacey warned Yumi while glaring at the other half of Strattington.

“Don’t give me that look, cupcake. Do Finn’s little cousins know about Rammy’s vendetta against Nosy Nectar?”

“Oh…no,” Lacey gasped, only now realizing the potential trouble brewing.

“What’s happening?” Yumi questioned, pausing with her fork in front of her mouth.

“N-Nothing. Everything is fine! Yep, it’s fine,” the petite redhead insisted before hissing at the other girl. “Don’t make things worse.”

“Nope. I’m so using this evil queen stuff against Whitney. She deserves it,” Amberly chuckled. “Also, Cat’s new etiquette classes should be brought up.”

“Watch it, matchbreaker. The Toone Twins proved on New Year’s that they can strike anywhere. Don’t expand Blackbridge into a warzone,” Lacey warned. “And wait until you find your name and life commented on in past years.”

“Is that so, Sweet, Yet Clueless?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to the Banks about that description,” Lacey admitted, frowning about her nickname in the last months of dating Austin.

“Hmm, that reminds me. Why is Tarver called Sir Sean?”

“Because he’s a knight with a shining sword!” Yumi supplied. “Or was that a long lance? I can’t keep all the Babybees’ nicknames for him straight. Only I know it’s because he rescued Whitney from the two-faced Owen, the Fake Knight.”

“I know the reason for that nickname, as much as it sounds lame,” the once-destined Honey Hollow co-captain stated. “No, I’m curious as to why Finn’s cousins don’t refer to Sean as Captain Clue. Surely, they know about him.”

Lacey’s demeanor changed, and she glared at her absent friend. Meanwhile, Yumi’s face scrunched up, trying to recall where she’d heard that name before.

“Haven’t you ever seen that adorable teddy bear, holding a cupcake, in Lace’s bedroom?”

“He’s the cutest!”

“Yes, he is, and that’s Captain Clue. Sean’s gift once to a heartbroken Lacey,” Amberly recounted.

“Was that his wedding gift?” Yumi asked.

“No, it was not,” Lacey growled. “Come on, we need to leave. If we’re late, I’ll never hear the end of it from our contact.”

“Right, we’re off to meet Xenia Onatopp,” Yumi recalled, thrilled to join the secret planning meeting.

Insisting on paying the bill, Lacey got up to track down their waitress.

“Why is she mad?”

“Because Lace is in denial about her feelings for her true love,” Amberly explained. “Until then, I’ll need your help in finding her temporary love. Interested?”

“Yes!” Yumi shouted. However, she recalled her friend’s prior warning about that very thing.

“Don’t worry. She won’t be mad once she’s happy,” the matchmaker reassured. “Now, we just need to set her up with the most obvious guy. You do know who that is, right?”

Yumi nodded several times before shaking her head.

“I had ‘s'mores pancakes on my mind. It can make me goofy and forgetful,” the treat-obsessed girl admitted.

“I already mentioned him, Yums. Jesse Yegge has been crushing on our little frosting-covered cupcake for years. Why else would he throw a cupcake at Austin’s face yesterday?”

Her mind blown, Yumi stayed relatively quiet–for her–on the way to Amberly’s car in the parking lot. Since she didn’t trust Lacey’s driving, the buttery blonde insisted on using her car. Although it shouldn’t have taken long to get to their next stop, an accident made them a few minutes late, much to Lacey’s consternation. Before they even fully exited the vehicle, a voice called out from a doorway.

“You’re three minutes late, Stratton,” Bianca Zuccaro declared.

---

“Good. Sooo fucking good,” Sean moaned, leaning his back against the dressing room wall. “Thank you sooo much.”

Despite having had this same wondrous mouth on his cock before, the teen still felt like he’d entered another dream. Even harder to believe, this spectacular cocksucking performance came about in large part because of his wild aunt. Brandy had been the one to whisper a suggestion into Skye’s ear.

The suggestion? Changing one final time.

That’s how Sean found himself entering the fitting room a third time to find the busty brunette waiting for him while dressed as a beautiful bride on the night of her wedding.

Dressed in white lace, the outfit she'd bought for her next personal modeling shoot featured an embroidered push-up bra, garter belt, and stockings, all in a gossamer-like material. Besides the usual pieces, Skye wore long gloves of the same white lace and a short veil that fell to her shoulders and covered her face.

“How do you want me to pose, Mr. Director?” Skye asked as Brandy shut the door from the outside, while Fawn scolded her.

Stunned, Sean didn’t know how to respond.

“Direct her, Seanie!” Brandy yelled down the hallway while Fawn dragged her away for a lecture about being a good aunt.

“Don’t you want me, sir?” Skye pouted, lowering herself to her knees while practically begging for his attention.

Reminded of her Jekyll-and-Hyde sex personality, the teen snapped out of his daze with a broad grin. Watching Skye flip that switch from sweet to sex kitten drove Sean wild. Snapping his fingers, he gestured for her to rise. Thanks, slightly to Whitney and mostly to his mother, Sean displayed his new ability to roleplay, which he'd learned over the past month.

“What a naughty bride you are. Sneaking away from the reception to seduce your young usher. Shouldn’t you be ashamed? You’ve barely been married for three hours,” Sean declared, slipping into a role.

Skye gasped, shivering at the scenario the teen had crafted in seconds. Gliding forward, she palmed the bugle in his pants.

“I’m such a naughty, slutty bride,” the brunette breathed huskily. “I’m about to cheat on my new husband. I’m going to consummate my marriage not with him, but with the boy I used to babysit. Only a slut would do that. Your slut, Sean.”

Sean’s loud groan echoed through the changing rooms. Skye had no idea what button she’d just pressed. With her brown hair and big tits, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her as Keira, his next-door neighbor and actual childhood babysitter.

“Damn right you're a slutty bride. I’m going to need proof, too. Pose for me,” Sean barked, wondering if he’d made Skye cum a tiny bit from the way she shuddered.

Once a model, always a model. Skye beamed as the teen pulled out his phone to start taking pictures. The buxom brunette posed with her hands in her veil, thrusting her big tits out. She bent over, revealing the cavernous cleavage her D-cups created. She even moved in close to sink to her knees while running her hands lasciviously over his tent, all of which Sean captured. Whitney is going to love these. Fuck, Mom will be so proud.

"Stand up, turn around, and give me your sluttiest look," Sean ordered, fully invested in playing her director/photographer. “Oh, fuck me.”

The teen’s loud response to Skye turning around carried to everyone nearby. That included Brandy and Fawn outside by the chairs and the two women somewhat trapped in their fitting rooms, listening to the action. Not only did the busty brunette flip around to give Sean her sluttiest look, but she also ran the gamut of seductive facial expressions she used in model shoots.

The combination of Skye’s sultry come-hither expression and the satin bow at the center top of her asscrack sent Sean surging forward. This time, he couldn’t resist slapping those smooth, mouthwatering asscheeks. Three on each side echoed like gunshots in the series of small rooms, with Skye’s glorious giggles adding to the playful mood.

“Spread your legs, bend forward,” Sean said, breathing in her ear.

“I can’t believe you,” Fawn hissed, as Skye’s moans reached their ears.

“Shit, I can’t believe the kid. Even after knowing he bagged a Diamond, I still didn’t think he had it in him. Fuck, did you see the way this vixen looked at him, at my nephew? Talk about finally finding out which kid takes after my sister. Peyton’s got nothing on her brother,” Brandy commented, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You’d never been a proper aunt, but this is beyond the pale for even you,” the librarian lectured. “They’re about to get caught.”

“No, they’re…Sorry, the rooms are all full,” Brandy said, stopping a woman from entering the fitting area. The woman didn’t look like the type who would enjoy the audio show. “I believe there are more changing rooms in the back.”

“There aren’t more changing rooms,” Fawn pointed out, once the woman left.

“It’s going to take her several minutes to figure that out. I don’t work here; I didn’t know,” Brandy declared. Then, straining to hear, she asked if Fawn thought they’d started fucking.

“I don’t know or care!”

Inside the fitting room, Sean and Skye hadn’t progressed to fucking, Instead, he’d inserted two digits for the finger-banging that they heard the signs of. Additionally, a redhead two rooms over might have joined the pair on her bench, with her legs spread. A blonde closer to the entrance squeezed her thighs together.

A wet squishing sound reached the redhead, not the blonde. The latter did hear Skye’s constant moans and groans, along with Sean’s scoldings over the slutty bride cheating with a barely legal usher from her wedding. Both women listened with rapt attention to the dangerous, thrilling threats from the teen about knocking up his old babysitter. None of the three women cared or reacted when Sean slipped up by calling Skye by Keira’s name once.

“Shit,” Fawn mumbled under her breath as an athletically toned twenty-eight-year-old with long, pitch-black hair made a beeline for the fitting rooms.

“I know her, don’t I? Ah, Shayla’s classes,” Brandy recalled.

The constant visitor to her hometown wasn’t wrong, as Ivory Thorne took yoga and pilates classes religiously at Sashay Studio. As the wife of the current Honey Hollow High head football coach, Ivory’s green eyes, medium-to-large breasts, a firm ass, and friendly, playful personality made her a favorite with male students. It also meant she knew Fawn quite well.

“Morning, Fawn. Is this the line?”

“Not exactly. It’s complicated,” the school librarian waffled.

“Wait, I know you from Studio Bangs, don’t I?” Brandy realized, leading to a conversation about Ivory’s job as a hairstylist.

Working as a team, the pair of BFFs managed to stall Ivory for nearly five minutes until Skye howled from a major orgasm. The dark-haired tease glanced around the store before grinning at the two blondes.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Kinda,” Fawn said, fidgeting.

"We're friends with one of the participants, and we're keeping people out who wouldn't understand. If you don't mind the show, go right on in and try out your items. It's all for the same reason, right?" Brandy challenged.

“Right,” Ivory said with a playful wink before sauntering down the hall.

“Not bad,” Brandy commented, watching as the raven-haired woman selected the open room next to Sean and Skye.

“There are rumors about her faithfulness,” Fawn disclosed.

“I’ve met her jagoff husband, so I don’t blame her,” Brandy stated.

“Funny, how you didn’t mention it was your nephew,” the dirty blonde noted.

“Well, duh, that would be awkward.”

“Our lunch is about to be very awkward,” Fawn pointed out.

“Right. We should probably switch to takeout. Pizza?” Brandy asked. “Should we order now, or wait a few more minutes?”

“Depends how much Sean takes after your sister, doesn’t it?”

Back in the fitting room, Skye had switched to a blowjob, leading Sean to moan how great it felt.

Skye plopped his cock out of her mouth for a moment.

“Don’t you remember? I said that heroes deserve rewards, and you called me the award hostess.”

“Fuck. I’d never forget anything about you,” Sean proclaimed, meaning it as he pulled the veil off to run his hand through her brown locks. “I didn’t think I would, but I like your hair even better this way.”

“Maybe you can highlight it in white someday,” the naughty model hinted.

“Tonight at Whitney’s?” Sean asked hopefully.

“Sorry. Gotta work a shift tonight. Saturdays are big date nights at Goforth’s,” the waitress/hostess explained. Then, a small, impish smile curved Skye's beautiful, full lips ever so slightly. “I better get my cream dessert early.”

"It’s a good thing that you love this baker’s cream already,” Sean declared, a bit smugly for him, not that Skye minded, still loving the occasional awe-struck expression he gave her.

“I do, and so does Whitney. I wonder who else licked it off their fingers since my last time,” Skye said, flashing him one of her dirtiest, sluttiest smiles before inhaling his cock again.

Placing her hands around his legs, the brunette’s Hyde-side went to town. Filling her mouth full, she didn’t stop until Sean’s teen cock hit the back of her throat. With her hand developing a continuous jerking back and forth, she sucked up and down the long shaft, capturing the head at the end to twirl her tongue around. Pulling off momentarily, a rhythmic pattern emerged. The beautiful fake-bride bobbed her head up and down, filling and refilling her mouth with Sean’s teenage cock.

"Mmmmmmph!" Skye moaned around the mouthful as her tongue lashed and her cheeks sank as she sucked harder while bobbing her head up and down. Not to be forgotten, her hand corkscrewed firmly around the thick base with each suck and bob.

"Fuck!" Sean yelled, throwing his head back against the changing room wall with a loud thud that startled Mrs. Thorne. “Fuck, you're so good at sucking cock!"

"Mmmph…Whitney says the same about my eating her pussy,” Skye purred, shocking Ivory in the next stall, as she wondered if the woman meant Whitney Diamond. “It’s been a month. We should plan another trip to the cabin soon.”

Sean didn’t argue with that suggestion. All he could muster were groans, as he struggled to keep his head from continually banging back against the wall. It didn’t help that Skye went full-slut on his cock, bobbing up and down rapidly, which sent her hair flying side to side as she slurped hungrily with all her heart and might.

Sensing the teen to be close, Skye danced her tongue around the thick head one last time before swallowing him whole again. With her breathing increasing through her nose, she sped up her movements, leaving her head a blur from moving from bobbing to practically slamming up and down on that big cock she loved. Simultaneously, she slipped two fingers between her legs to bring herself off at the same time.

“Sooo…fuuuck…hot…shit!” Sean panted. While loving the cocksucking, he wished that she didn’t have to work tonight. The urge, desire, and need to finally sink his cock inside her velvety pussy had reached almost a breaking point. And the teen knew without a doubt that Skye’s pussy would feel velvety.

"I…Need…To…Swallow…Sorry," Skye panted. Unspoken was that she hadn't even bought the bridal lingerie yet, and she still needed it clean for her photoshoot. Slipping her mind was that she'd already cum in the panties and leaked down the stockings. Brandy would soon help hide that issue while also switching the outfit for a cleaner one.

“I’ll…ugh..paint…shit…titty…face…next…wedding…YES!”

“You know, I think you’re right. He should become a writer. Big imagination in him,” Brandy commented, as Fawn tried to block out the sound of Sean erupting.

Both women looked up as the door to the nearest occupied fitting room swung open. A frazzled blonde in her mid-twenties whom neither recognized stumbled out.

“I need to get home to my boyfriend fast,” the blonde panted, struggling to walk past Brandy and Fawn.

“Okay, kid, time to wrap it up!” Brandy yelled as the woman she’d turned away before came storming back over with an employee in tow.