I gazed at the picture, dumbfounded, my forehead furrowed
as I tried to figure out what it was she was trying to achieve by this stuff. I
shook my head slowly in disgust.
"Woooowww," Jordan laughed.
"Ooooo! It's sick," I said.
"No, it's art."
"Because it's Madonna it's art?" I snorted.
"Well, it's a nice looking dog, anyway."
"She probably would fuck a dog," I grumbled.
"You're just jealous."
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"
"Because she's rich and famous and blonde..."
"She's bleached, not blonde."
"And because she can screw anyone she wants to and
get away with it."
"She's a slut."
"Yeah, but everyone still respects her. She probably
could fuck a dog and still have people like her."
"Don't be nauseating."
"Ever think about it," she teased, leaning
forward. "Woof, woof. Some girls get off on doggy cock."
"Jordan! Don't be disgusting!"
"Well, at least a dog wouldn't go and tell everyone
how you moaned and groaned and begged for more."
I nodded and shrugged, then flipped to the next page.
"Bondage," Jordan said. "She's big on
bondage."
"She's weird," I said.
"Come on, Erin. Don't tell me you the idea of posing
naked for all kinds of sexy pictures doesn't turn you on."
"Yeah, well, I mean, I'd never do it, but, it is
kind of hot. My pictures wouldn't be as sick and weird, though."
"They're not sick and weird. She's expressing her
sexuality."
I snorted in amusement.
We were sitting up in my bed going through Madonna's sex
book, which Jordan picked up at a used book sale. She was spending the night at
my place, and if my parents ever saw this book it would be the last time.
Jordan was a bit wild – okay, sometimes a lot wild. But
she was a great friend. She always stuck up for me and stood by me, and I
trusted her completely. We told each other our deepest secrets, and went just
about everywhere together.
"I should pose for Playboy," she said.
"Like they'd have you," I taunted.
"Hey, they'd love to have me. I'm a lot better
looking than her."
"Who isn't?"
"I've got the body of a playmate."
"A playmate reject," I sneered.
She tossed the sheet back and got to her knees, then
reached down and gripped her nightshirt cross handed, jerked it up her body,
and tossed it off in one motion. Then she knelt there right beside me, arching
her back and running her fingers through her hair as she tried to look
seductive.
"Go away," I snorted, trying to shove her back.
"Look, aren't I sexy?" she leered, pushing one
of her breasts at me.
"Get away, you dyke," I laughed, shoving on her
belly so she fell back. "Anyway, I have a way better body than you."
"Ha!"
"Ha! You know I do."
"You're a skinny little twerp. You just have big
tits."
"I have a great body," I said, my face turning
just a bit red as I scowled at her.
Jordan was so cool, you see, and she had a terrific body,
an athlete's body, tall and strong, with long, gorgeous legs, a tight butt, and
nice sized breasts.
I, on the other hand, was a shrimp, a twerp, a midget,
barely five feet tall, and, well, maybe a bit skinny, in places. I had short
legs, and my ass maybe wasn't as round as hers, kind of boyish, maybe, and
maybe my breasts were a bit big but...
Well, no point lying to myself. My breasts were way too
big for my body. Maybe if I had a body like Jordan, nearly six feet tall, with
decent sized shoulders, maybe they wouldn't look so out of place. But I was
short, thin, and had a narrow body, so on me they looked huge.
They really aren't. They're just thirty-six D's, and they
are fairly firm and round. The nipples are small, but when they get erect they
stick out embarrassingly long, practically a full inch. The areolas are about
the size of quarters, and are nicely pink.
The rest of me is kind of skinny, though. At least I
think so. My waist is tiny, just twenty inches, for example.
I do have gorgeous hair, and a really pretty face. My
hair is bright, chestnut, with traces of red. It's straight, but very thick,
and falls over my shoulders like silk. I keep it long, till almost halfway down
my back, and part it in the middle, but with lots of bangs over my forehead.
I have a small, round face, with bright green eyes, a
small, snub nose, and a small mouth, but with nice, sensuous lips. I love my
lips. I have great teeth too.
Now Jordan, by contrast is your typical Miss America. She
has a curvy, hourglass figure that I would kill for, especially as it comes
with all that height.
She has curly blonde hair, that's just shy of shoulder
length, big, liquid blue eyes, a straight, aristocratic nose, and a firm chin
that gives her a look of certainty and self-confidence.
I didn't have any of that look, the self-confidence, I
mean, which was just as well since it'd be phoney. I don't stick up for myself
like she does. Maybe I have a thing about being short, I don't know.
"Put your nightie on," I said. "I'm gonna
go and get a drink."
"Don't wake up your mother."
"God, no. That's all we need is her coming in to
check on us yet again."
"Past your bedtime, dearies," Jordan said in a
creaky old voice. “You’re still only ten years old.”
I laughed. “She’ll see me as ten until I’m fifty.”
“Yeah, well, you’re in fucking college. She ought to get a
clue.”
"Fucking college? That’s probably where Madonna
went," I snorted, opening the door and going downstairs.
I got a drink, then went back upstairs. I found Jordan by
the TV, fooling with the VCR. She'd brought over a tape of GHOST, and I'd borrowed
the VCR for the evening from downstairs. We'd already watched it, though, so I
wondered what she was doing.
"Got another movie," she grinned.
"Isn't it a bit late to start another movie?" I
asked, putting my drink on the night stand and climbing into bed again.
"We'll fast forward through the boring parts."
"Who's in it? What's it called?"
She didn't answer, just looked mysterious as she pushed
the tape in, then ran around and jumped into bed beside me. She fast forwarded
through the opening credits so fast I could hardly read a thing, and even once
the movie started she kept fast forwarding.
"What are you doing?" I sighed.
"Wait," she said.
On the screen a couple were kissing and Jordan let up on
the fast forward button with a grin. I watched the guy sliding his hand up and
down the girl's breasts, then slowly undoing her blouse.
"Jordan, you didn't!"
"It's one of my boyfriend's X-rated movies," he
said, wagging her tongue at me.
We turned and watched as the guy stripped the woman totally
naked, and she started undoing his pants. She pulled them down and took out his
cock, then slid to her knees in front of the sofa and began licking up and down
the shaft.
I watched with considerable interest as she tongued his
cockhead, then sucked it into her mouth and began bobbing her lips up and down
on his stiffening prick.
"God! Look how big it is!" I sighed.
"Wait till she deep throats it."
"You're kidding!"
We watched as his cock got rock hard, and her lips slid
up and down the top part as she squeezed the bottom with her hand. Then she
took her hand away and her mouth slid right down his cock all the way to the
bottom.