Touch Me, Tease Me

After hearing Whitney's loud curse, Bridget opened the door in time to see the blonde heatedly rushing away from the bedroom.

"Whitney, what's wrong?"

Barely slowing down, Whitney spun around partly to exclaim one word before resuming. "That!"

The older woman turned to peer over the railing and saw Newt and Cheyenne dancing awkwardly. What's the big deal with that? Curious about the teenager's reaction, Bridget started to follow her to the stairs until she glanced down and remembered she only wore a bra and panties. Halting, she turned to head back to her room. I'm sure it's not a big deal, and I'll find out why later.

"What's happening?" asked JoJo as her best friend's mother returned, closing the door behind her.

"I think Whitney's mad that Newt's dancing with Cheyenne. She saw them and is rushing down there," Bridget relayed.

"Newt's dancing? And with a girl?! Wow! I hope somebody takes a picture," JoJo giggled.

"Hopefully, Whitney returns with those dresses soon."

"She's been really nice letting me try on her dresses, but I should probably stick with the one I brought." Seeing Bridget shake her head in displeasure at the idea, JoJo hedged her decision. "I guess I could maybe wear that light blue one."

"What's wrong with this one? You look gorgeous in it," Bridget stated, moving to stand behind the young brunette. She gently turned the teenager to view herself again in the mirror. The yellow dress perfectly suited her hair and skin tone while emphasizing the generous curves that genetics blessed her with and soccer honed.

JoJo appraised her reflection once again. Mrs. Tarver's words rang in her head as a tingling feeling spread across her body. Do I really look gorgeous? I...I do look like a woman--no, I look like a lady. Would people laugh at me in this?

"I don't know. It does look nice, but this dress is for more beautiful, confident people like Whitney," JoJo said, nodding as she once again convinced herself that she wasn't worthy of it.

"Nonsense!" Bridget stated strongly. "I won't stand to hear you put yourself down like that. JoJo, you are a beautiful young woman. One with the potential to be sexy as hell with a little more confidence or swagger."

Giggles answered Bridget's statement, dismaying her. JoJo couldn't take herself seriously as a desirable young woman. Watching as the tipsy teenager swayed back and forth from her giggle fit, Bridget's frustrations reached a boiling point.

"Honestly, tell me why you don't think you're hot?"

"I'm just not."

Raising her hands to scoop up the long, brown locks of hair, Bridget raised the handfuls of hair to the top of JoJo's head.

"Imagine how you'll look with your hair styled while wearing this dress."

"But I'm not getting my hair done."

"Oh, sweetie, you'll be getting your hair done. We'll get one of our beauticians to squeeze you in, or I'll give you my appointment," Bridget firmly stated. "So picture how you'll look when the new JoJo makes her grand entrance in the ballroom of the Witzler Hotel. Standing at the top of the grand staircase, heads will turn to admire the stunning brunette. Who's that? They will ask. Imagine their surprise and how they'll kick themselves for not making a move on the newest it-girl at school, the one that everyone will want to ask out."

Mesmerized by the scene Mrs. Tarver painted, JoJo stared at herself in the mirror. The thought of being admired both excited and scared her. Bridget watched the range of emotions flash across the teen's face and pressed on.

"As their eyes lock in on you, they will start at the bottom, focusing on the athletic, toned leg you'll tease them with," Bridget conjectured, leaning down to run her hand down the slit, revealing a little more leg. "Leg men will continue to stare at the tools that make you a star on the soccer field, but others will move their eyes up to your hips and thin waist. Plenty of men of all ages will imagine what it will feel like to grip this area as they make love to an incredible beauty. Men that prefer asses will pray that you turn around before descending the stairs."

This imaginary scene felt almost real to JoJo as Mrs. Tarver's hands gripped her hips. Several faces of potential lovers popped in the teen's head. Boys from school were the majority of the images, but a teacher or two, along with a few other adults from her nightly fantasies, seemed almost plausible at the moment.

"There's no doubt that nearly every man's eyes will focus on these," Bridget promised, raising her hands to the side of JoJo, near her breasts. "You'll be surprised at how many women will also be staring at these gifts. Some with jealousy, some with desire."

Upset at first that everyone would end up still staring at her breasts, JoJo snapped out of her daydream, only to meet Bridget's eyes in surprise at her mention of women admiring her boobs.

"Yes, Jo, many women will wonder how they look and feel. And it won't be because they know you're an athlete and assume you're a lesbian. These will be women that are mainly content with men, but like a little dalliance with a sexy woman every once in a while."

Still partly troubled by how many people in the past assumed she might only be into girls because of her athletic skills and shyness around boys, JoJo believed the words coming from a woman she respected and admired. Maybe she's right. That would explain how girls like Whitney and Lana can be fine with touching, kissing, and perhaps more with other girls yet date men.

"The final arrow into their hearts from Cupid's bow will be when they see the divine face of an angel. That's the moment I know you will treasure, JoJo. The moment when your great ass matters less, your healthy bust matters less, all because your face will enchant them. How does that sound?"

Heart beating like she was in the middle of a crucial soccer game, JoJo met Mrs. Tarver's gaze. Nodding at first, Bridget again watched as doubt slid back into the teen's mind. Progress doesn't all come in one night. But I think tonight was a start.

"It's okay to still be nervous. How about you think some more about this dress, alright? You don't have to decide now or even tomorrow. It fits you like a glove, so no last-minute alterations are needed." Seeing JoJo nod her head slightly gave Bridget a sliver of hope. "Good. Now, let's get this dress off and hung up."

While JoJo dipped her head, pulling the small looped strap that kept the dress up over her head, Bridget moved her hands to the teen's lower back. With the open back showing off a considerable amount of skin, only a short amount of fabric needed to be unzipped. Taking the tiny zipper, the older blonde slowly pulled down. Showing off at first more of JoJo's flawless skin, then her firm, curvy ass in cream-colored panties, Bridget admired the view as the zipper came to an end about two-thirds down the teen's butt. The day Jo realizes she's hot, she's going to be dangerous to other girls.

Standing back up, Bridget took the top of the dress from the girl's hands that clutched it. Slowly lowering both the dress and herself, she gently tugged to pull the tight sections down over the teen's lower body. Finally reaching the ground, she ordered JoJo to stand on one foot, then the other, before pulling the dress away. Grabbing the hanger, Bridget carefully hung the dress on it before turning her attention to the brunette.

JoJo still stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Maybe she was drunk or perhaps lost in thought as she saw the skimpy, sexy underwear she wore. Bridget's eyes roamed over the girl's smooth skin and curves. Taking in the cream strapless bra and panties adorned with lace designs, the married woman suddenly laughed at the realization that popped into her head.

"I'm pretty sure that's bridal lingerie you have on, JoJo," Bridget stated, shaking her head in amusement. At the same time, the teen looked back in the mirror at her in confusion. "I think our little Whitney likes to role-play in the bedroom. Not that I'm surprised after seeing that Christmas outfit in her closet yesterday, but still, I wouldn't have expected her to be into playing a newlywed."

"People actually do that in real life? I mean not just in..." JoJo trailed off, blushing in embarrassment.

"Porn? Does innocent little JoJo like to watch porn?" Bridget inquired in a teasing voice as JoJo squirmed in embarrassment at her revelation. "Nothing to be ashamed of in watching it, honey. And, yes, people do role-play in real life. It can be pretty fun and sexy."

"H-have you?"

"Back when I was your age, I loved to do it here and there. It's been a long time since I had the opportunity," Bridget recalled wistfully, getting a curious look from the teenager. "Leo--Mr. Tarver never cared for it. His seriousness carries over into the bedroom too."

"Oh," JoJo mumbled. Hearing her best friend's mother hint at the sex she shared with her husband caused the teen to feel awkward yet curious. She couldn't imagine having this conversation with her mother, or that her mother would ever be into dressing up as someone else to have sex. Finding the courage, likely from the wine she drank heavily, JoJo blurted out a question, "What did you dress up as?"

"The usual things, I guess. Naughty schoolgirl, babysitter, lifeguard, nurse, you know, stuff that was easy to find the right outfit for. Back then, the internet was still pretty new, so you couldn't order anything you want like you can now. Honey Hollow is still a small enough city that if you walk into a costume shop outside of Halloween to buy something sexy, people will talk. It's probably getting back to your mom or older sister. Imagine having that conversation with your mom at your age or younger."

"That would be awful," JoJo remarked, cringing as both women started to laugh.

"Still, I don't think our Whitney gives a damn about people knowing what she buys. I thought I was confident at that age, but I think she might even have me beat. By just a tiny bit," Bridget joked as she held her two fingers apart a couple of centimeters. "I could be wild too."

"I wonder if Whitney's boyfriend is the guy she's marrying or if she imagines someone else in his place when she wears this?" JoJo remarked, looking down at the bridal bra.

"My, my, JoJo. I didn't know you could have such wicked thoughts," Bridget said, slapping one of the girl's shoulders. "Oh, Whitney is totally imagining some guy other than the one she's toying with; she's got that vibe. Us cheer captains are extra naughty girls."

"Really?"

"Sure thing. Part of the whole fun in being a cheerleader is the exhibitionism. Knowing all the boys and plenty of the dads in the stands are getting hard watching you shaking your tits and ass gets us girls going. There's a lot of masturbating, or wives and girlfriends getting fucked, after the games to fantasies of the cheer squad. And the captains revel in this, planning performances just to get people turned on. That's a little secret of ours, so don't go tattling."

"I won't," JoJo promised in awe. It was strange yet cool to have Sean's mom talking like this to her.

"You know, I was just thinking the other day that it's a shame you never joined the squad. You would have made for a great cheerleader."

"Me? No way!"

"At first, I thought it could be a way to help you be more confident, but more and more on this trip, I've realized you are a confident young woman in many ways. You show confidence and leadership when playing soccer."

"But that's different. People are watching me play a game, not watching my body."

"Oh, but I think deep down you want them to watch your body. It took me a little longer to see it since you're the little girl next door, but Whitney sees it," Bridget nodded knowingly.

"Sees what?"

"That there's a sexual side ready to burst out of you. That's why I think you would've been a great cheerleader; it would have sped up the emergence of that JoJo itching to come out."

As JoJo started to protest that she wasn't sexy like the current cheerleaders, Bridget reached down, unhooked the strapless bra, and let go. JoJo's protestations ceased at once as the bra fell to the ground with her large breasts bouncing free.

"Mrs. Tarver?" JoJo asked, her face showing utter bafflement.

Bridget brought her hands back up to the brunette's shoulder, softly caressing the smooth skin. "If you do decide to wear the yellow dress, you won't be able to wear a bra with its open back."

"I'm naked!"

"Hush, dear. No covering up either," Bridget instructed, moving her hands down the girl's shoulders to her upper arms. "Now, look forward, Jo. Look at that girl--no, that woman-- and tell me she's not sexy."

"I-I guess."

"No, don't guess. You might be self-conscious of having big boobs, but no more. They are wonderful. You need to accept them as a gift, not a curse. Learn to embrace them as I did at a much younger age. Enchant men these will," Bridget said as her hands reached down to cup them softly. "So firm and perky."

A soft moan escaped JoJo's lips as Bridget squeezed her breasts. Her mind swirled in confusion. Oh, my gawd! Mrs. Tarver is feeling me up. No one has ever touched my naked breasts. Oh my! Another groan, louder this time, erupted from JoJo's mouth as her nipples were slightly brushed.

"See, having big tits like we have can bring loads of pleasure. These two glorious globes shaking under a cheer top would have rivaled your classmates. Maybe a different girl could have been co-captain."

Suddenly, JoJo's mind flashed images of Caterina Quill being replaced by herself as the sexy, slutty co-captain at Honey Hollow High. She pictured herself having boys gush over her in the locker rooms, wild tales of JoJo as the blowjob queen of the school — a wild yet well-liked girl by her peers. JoJo felt shivers down her spine at this version of herself. Wait, those aren't shivers but fingers.

Lost in her burgeoning lust and desire to educate JoJo, Bridget's hands trailed down the teen's back as she lowered to her knees. Her fingers came into contact with the top of the bridal panties, slowly peeling them down. Biting her lip as an ass sculpted by years of athletics was bared, Bridget reflected on all the enjoyment JoJo lost out on. Such a waste. This is an ass built to be shown off, built to be used for fun. Sean should have been worshipping this ass, at least one if not two years ago. He should have made her his before any other man had a chance.

Peeling the cream-colored garment down, Bridget noticed the sizeable damp spot. Easily connecting the dots, she looked up to see JoJo's pussy glistening with excitement. Well, well, well, it looks like she's enjoyed modeling for us. I knew there was a little minx yearning to emerge.

Lifting one foot slightly, then the other, Bridget tossed the bottoms to the side. Reaching back up to JoJo's hips, she turned the girl next door around to face her. Met by a beautiful well-trimmed pussy, with just a tiny strip of light brown hair. Licking her lips, Bridget looked back up at JoJo's face.

"Oh, Mrs. Tarver..." JoJo mewled, goosebumps covering her body.

The teenager stared at the woman she considered a second mom, nearly overcome by emotions. Fear coursed her veins at her naked body being exposed. That clashed with an overwhelming feeling of lust, far more than the passion she felt during her nightly masturbation sessions under her bed covers.

"Oh my gawd," JoJo whispered as she saw Bridget's hand move toward her pussy. Her body shivered in pleasure as her best friend's mother lightly brushed a finger along her wet slit.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" Bridget inquired, holding a single, wet finger in between her face and JoJo's body.

"Yes," mouthed the teen, her words hardly making a sound.

Pleasantly surprised at the answer, Bridget winked at her son's bestie. "But I haven't."

The moan that came from JoJo as she watched Mrs. Tarver suck her finger coated in the teen's juices shook the teen's whole body. Pulling the finger out with a slight popping sound, Bridget purred. "Delicious."

Slowly rising off her knees, the older blonde slid her hand inside her own soaked panties. Pulling out a finger, she held it out in front of JoJo's face.

"Have you ever tasted another girl?"

Bridget's question never received an answer as JoJo leaned forward to take the older woman's finger into her mouth. Sucking the juices off, the teen then swirled the taste around her mouth. Deciding it to be different from her own taste but still good, JoJo opened her mouth again.

"Mrs. Tarver, have you ever had sex with another girl?"

"Watch it, or we'll fall over the railing," Clive told his wife. Trying to open the door to their room was proving difficult with his wife dry humping his side, her hand in his unbuttoned pants, slowly stroking his cock.

With the door finally opened, the married couple practically tumbled into the room, Rachel plopping down on her ass, laughing. Clive moved to shut the door, glancing back down to the first floor in time to see Whitney looking back up as he closed the door. Turning around, he shook his head at the sight of his wife on her butt, laughing.

"Geez, Rachel, what's gotten into you tonight? You're getting a little wild."

"Aw, you gonna have me arrested, Mr. District Attorney," his wife replied in a mocking tone of voice, accompanied with a pout. "You gonna press charges on me, or press something else."

"Maybe I should ask Harvey if he has any handcuffs."

"Ooh, we haven't done that in years. You think he has any?" Rachel asked, perking up.

"I was joking, honey."

Clive watched as his wife fell forward onto her hands and knees. Crawling over to him, Rachel shot him a sultry look. "I wasn't; I wanna have fun. Different kinds of fun. Like the old days."

"We're not so young anymore," Clive responded as she pulled his pants down to his ankles.

"We sure as shit ain't old either." Yanking down hard, Rachel was met with Clive's rigid cock flinging upward out of his boxer briefs. "There's my little crimebuster!"

"Little?"

"You're my big crimebuster, that makes Lil' Clive my Lil' Crimebuster. Even if he's not so little," Rachel informed him, moments before she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Nearly falling over from the pleasure of his wife's tongue, Clive threw a hand back to brace himself on the door. Jesus, there must be something in the water up here. She's been extra horny so far on this trip.

"I think Lil' Buster here liked that. But he has been naughty today, coming out to show my friends and our daughter's friends how big he is," Rachel said, shaking her finger at Clive's dick.

"Me? You're the one that was about to shove Peyton's hand down my pants! You know how wrong that is, right?"

Unbuttoning her blouse, Rachel looked up at her husband. "Very wrong. But that's what makes it hot."

"Damn, I need to keep you off the wine and away from Gabby for a few months. This isn't you."

"It used to be. We had so much fun when we first got together." Flinging her blouse across the room, she started unbuttoning her jeans.

"But we grew up. That's what people do, especially people in positions like us," Clive reminded her. "You know the problems we could be in with we did something like we used to do, and it got out."

Jumping up with a burst of energy, Rachel glared at her husband. "What we do in our bedroom is no one else's business! You got that?"

"Okay, but we can't have a threesome with our daughter's best friend. Imagine the shit that would break out the next morning. Not only from Lana but if Leonard or Bridget found out," Clive tried to reason with his intoxicated wife. I just need to keep her up here until she sobers up.

"Fine." The busty redhead walked over to the bed, stripped off her panties, and climbed on all fours onto the bed. "Then if we can't have a threesome, get over here and fuck the shit out of me."

Rather than answer with words, Clive let his Lil' Crimebuster do the talking as he slid his cock into the wet pussy.

"Oh, Mr. Stratton, your cock feels so big! I've been an awful friend, making out with Lana's father."

"Wha-what are you doing?" Clive asked in confusion.

"Duh, isn't it obvious? If you won't let Peyton join us, then I'll be Peyton."

"No, we aren't doing that. It's still wrong," Clive insisted, holding still inside his wife's pussy.

"Dammit, Clive! It's a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. Now fuck me, or fuck Pey!"

Still unsure if this was appropriate, Clive didn't move. Instead, Rachel moved herself back and forth on his dick.

"I've seen you staring at me, Mr. Stratton. When I laid out in my little bikini to suntan in your backyard. I know you're more a tit man, but I like to tease you with my perfect ass. Do you like my ass, Mr. Stratton?"

"Jesus, Rachel. I can't do this...it's just wrong."

"Fine, I'm being a horrible wife and mother. Now punish me, pound some justice into my pussy. Do it, Clive!"

Deciding he could work with that, Clive began sawing his cock in and out of his beautiful wife's pussy. As her moans sounded out, letting him know he was doing a good job, Clive slapped Rachel's ass hard.

"Oh, fuck! That hurt," she said, turning her head around to look at him. "You like delivering justice, don't you? Maybe Peyton was the wrong choice."

"What you mean?" Clive questioned, slamming into his wife hard, earning a squeal back.

"Maybe I should be the one you want to punish the most. Maybe I should be Lana."