The C is for Clitoris

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As Bree approached her 25th birthday, she looked towards it as just another day. Another day of being a “loner” as she’d been labeled, though in truth it was a self-imposed sentence. She was certainly attractive enough, not a beauty queen no, but certainly considered cute under any circumstances. Bree wore her long dishwater blonde hair in a ponytail most of the time, and though some considered her a tomboy, as she was certainly athletic, Bree was definitely all woman. Her breasts were on the large side, though not overly so. Like twin small-sized g****fruits that she was in fact rather proud of, few in fact had ever seen them, male or female.

Bree was a loner for one simple reason. It had been a hardship for her most of her adult life, and one in which she had not reconciled herself to, both ashamed as well as embarrassed that she should be cursed with such an abnormality as she considered it. Bree had an enormous sized clit.

It wasn’t just ‘big’ or bigger than average in comparison, it truly was enormous. Like any young girl, she’d explored that curiosity with others growing up, learning through simple look-see, that she was certainly different. By the time she had reached puberty, been to see a doctor for normal womanly exams, she had seen and learned through that experience, and certainly by the doctor’s startled expression that she wasn’t normal, far from it. Bree’s clit was the size of a thumb from the knuckle up whenever she became aroused.

And Bree was aroused a lot. Because the other curse she had to learn to deal with as well, was the fact that it was extremely sensitive too. She’d had to learn to be very careful. Even walking after a certain fashion could cause stimulation, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Her doctor had told her ‘it’ as he’d so delicately referred to her clit, could be surgically repaired, altered. But he’d also warned her, in doing so, she was apt to lose all sensitivity, no guarantees that the nerve endings wouldn’t be permanently damaged. Bree might have to learn and accept she would not be capable of a clitoral climax, but at least she would look ‘normal’.

She’d thought about that. For a day. But then came to the conclusion that she couldn’t accept that, wouldn’t accept that, and therefore would simply have to learn to deal with her peculiar abnormality. One thing Bree enjoyed doing, was climaxing, though she’d go to her grave before ever admitting that to anyone. Never admitting that she masturbated daily, sometimes twice if she was particularly aroused, which occurred frequently as she practiced running track. Therefore, she was resigned to her situation, even if it meant never being with anyone because of it.

Which is what she had already discovered earlier on. Bree had managed to hold on to her virginity until she was eighteen, or rather, that had been the plan anyway. She had met Dan, popular in school, a real jock. And being a bit of one herself, they had taking a liking to one another, running early in the morning side by side before school, as they were both members of the track team. As she’d hoped, anticipated, they had grown closer, eventually dating and took advantage of his parents being gone for the weekend to further explore the possibilities.

All had gone well in the beginning. Infatuated with her breasts, which Dan had paid a great deal of attention to, had aroused Bree to fever pitch. Touching his prick, a man’s prick, for the first time another first for her, as well as a very exciting one. Bree allowed her guard down, trusting in this man-boy, who seemed attentive and appreciative towards her needs as much as his own. Until he had screwed up enough courage to slip his hand down between her legs, toying with her there briefly before snatching his hand back, switching on the end-table light, sitting there with a freaked out look upon his face. She still remembered the stinging words he had spoken to her even now.

“What the fuck are you? One of those hermaphrodites or something?”

She’d never even heard that word before, had no idea of its meaning. But the way he looked at her, and the way he’d even spoken the word assured her it had been less than complimentary. Bree had gathered herself without saying so much as a single word, fleeing from his home, and walking the two miles back to her own place. She had run crying up the stairs, remaining there for the better part of the next two days until her mother threatened to take her into see another doctor as she was becoming worried that Bree was even more sick than she had claimed to be.

The real reason of course, and what was confirmed upon her return to school, was that “Dan the Man” as his friends called him, had already circulated the news that Bree had a penis, instead of a pussy. He’d never gotten close enough to discover otherwise, automatically assuming that ‘she’ was really a ‘he’ with tits.

It took a long time for Bree to come to terms with that experience, realizing only after a great deal of soul-searching, that “Dan the Man” had been, probably was a virgin himself by all accounts. That, and struggling with his own male-prowess, ‘bragging rites’ which had obviously not come to fruition, caused him to lash out at her in some effort to reclaim his own manliness.

Bree never returned to school after that, already enough credits to graduate, which she did, but without going through the ceremony with everyone else. Thus, Bree had become the true ‘loner’ she now was. Staying away from most everyone, too afraid to allow herself to really get close to anyone again, male or female, and contenting herself with self-pleasures, which is how she truly lost her virginity with the aid of a non-judgmental vibrator.

It had been another three years before she’d allowed herself to become close with anyone. Finally, she’d met another young woman whom she befriended. A bit “frumpy” perhaps as some might use the term, but Alice was real, down to earth, and had enough self-doubts about herself. Allowing a friendship to develop with her seemed safe, especially as they worked together, and it was nice to finally have someone to go to lunch with, or the occasional movie together. And though she certainly didn’t confide in Alice as normal girlfriends might, neither did Alice seem so inclined to do either, which was just fine with her too.

Like Bree, Alice usually rode the bus into work, though on many occasions, her older brother Jack usually brought her, or picked her up, dependant upon his own work schedule. Whenever he had, Alice had always offered to give Bree a lift home as well, something she had always declined, however politely without giving reason.

And the reason was, she found Jack very attractive. Knew he wasn’t seeing anyone (at the moment anyway) according to Alice who spoke of her brother fondly, and the hard times that the two of them had been through losing both their parents early on in a tragic traffic accident. Bree knew they shared an apartment together, had been invited over there as well, also declining. Until finally Alice had verbally pinned her to the matt about her being “unsociable” if not out-right rude to Jack, who had made several attempts himself to talk to her whenever the opportunity rose.

Fearing that she might actually lose her one true friend, she’d invited Alice over to her place one weekend, where she finally confided in her, confessing all…and even more surprisingly, agreeing to show Alice exactly what she’d found courage enough to tell her, after much coaxing and assurance of course on Alice’s behalf.

Alice had her own private demon’s to deal with as Bree quickly learned. Her left breast being considerably larger than her right, though certainly correctable through surgery, she had neither the insurance to cover it, nor the funds to do so, though she had been putting a little away every payday just for that very reason.

“So you see? We both have our little imperfections if you want to call them that,” Alice had stated. “Though to be honest with you Bree, I think I’d rather have your problem than mine. You see…I’m not sure I’ve even had an orgasm yet. I mean I’ve, well…you know, touched myself plenty of times. And it sort of feels nice, but that’s about all it ever feels like.”

They had spent a goodly portion of the evening drinking wine, eating lots and lots of chocolate, having, as neither one of them had really ever had before, their first pajama party, even if it was only the two of them. After the laughter and giggling had died away, is when things had gotten serious, when the conversation had led to Alice’s questioning of Bree, why she didn’t like Jack’s attention towards her, especially as he’d mentioned to his sister that he did in fact like Bree, wondering if she might in fact go out with him some time. If it hadn’t been for the wine, and the fact Bree felt more comfortable with Alice than she ever had with anyone, she might not have confessed all to her, let alone allowed Alice to eventually convince her to show her just exactly what it was she was talking about.

“What do you mean it’s really big?” she’d asked. “I mean, not that I really know what is or isn’t. For all I know, mine’s big in comparison to everyone else’s. The only thing I do know for sure, is that my tits are two different sizes completely. Obviously that isn’t something you’ve had to deal with the way that I have.”

They had laughed, albeit a little uncomfortably, with Alice first showing Bree her lop-sided boobs.

“Ok, I showed you mine, your turn to show me yours!” Alice had challenged.

“Just promise you won’t laugh ok?”

“Did you laugh when you saw my breasts?” Alice countered.


“Well then, I won’t laugh at your ‘enormous’ clit as you called it either,” Alice assured her. Then adding, “at least not at first.”

Alice’s candor and joking behavior had put Bree at ease. Feeling her face still burning with embarrassment along with shyness, she finally lowered her pajama bottoms, and after a few moments hesitation, her panties as well. As promised, Alice didn’t laugh. But as she sat looking at her friend, she couldn’t help but smile, then glancing up into the worried expression of her friends face, she grinned, wickedly.

“It’s almost like a little penis isn’t it?”

If her face had been red before, it was now scarlet. She reached down beginning to hike her panties back up when Alice leaned over grabbing hold of her hand, stopping her.

“No, please don’t,” she said in a near whisper. “I didn’t mean anything by that, and you of all people should know that Bree. I really am fascinated, and curious. I want to look at it closer, if you’d let me,” she asked.

Slightly stunned at hearing her friend’s comment, Bree acquiesced to her request, leaving her panties bunched around one ankle as she actually lifted one knee, more fully exposing herself.

“Damn Bree, ok…you win. It really is big!”

One again Bree nearly closed her legs together, and would have done so had Alice not suddenly, and quite unexpectedly reached out with her index finger, placing it directly, carefully, upon the swollen exposed shaft.

“Fuck!” Bree lurched, nearly coming up off the bed entirely.

“Sorry,” Alice had said almost immediately removing her hand. Then she looked up into her friends face. “I didn’t mean to startle you Bree, I just wanted to see what it felt like.”

Bree allowed her legs to remain open, watching as Alice once again leaned over towards her, her finger again stretching out in curious exploration. She had never had any inclination towards a member of her own sex beyond the every-day normal curiosities. She didn’t see Alice’s advance as any attempt on her part to seduce her, but as Alice’s fingered lingered, stroking her sensitive clit, she again flinched, allowing herself to moan audibly as the surprised pleasure seized her, catching her by surprise.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed once again, causing Alice to actually giggle. Bree had never said the word ‘fuck’ before, not out loud anyway, and now she had already said it twice.

“Is it supposed to be that sensitive?” Alice questioned, now strolling two fingers in a loose, let vice-like grip along the sensitive shaft.

Bree could barely manage a response, beginning to shake, her eyes suddenly glued shut as the exquisite torture of her clitoris continued. “Ye…ye…yes!” she finally managed to state. “Always, oh fuck…always has been, but never…oh fuck, but never quite like this!” she exclaimed suddenly setting new records for the number of times she’d said the word ‘fuck’ let alone thought saying it.

“Want me to stop?” Alice asked her.

If given any real time to consider it, she might have said yes. But as Alice began to stroke Bree’s clit up and down with the tips of her fingers, all resolve, all and any inhibitions flew right out the window.

“No!” she said simply. “No…”

Bree knew that a few more precious moments of this heavenly torture would cause her to climax. And at the moment, as delicious as this felt, even IF Alice was her best friend, and another woman at that, all she wanted was for the pleasure to continue, followed by what she knew was going to be one rip-roaring orgasm.

She wasn’t prepared, certainly didn’t expect it, as Alice replaced her soft stroking fingers with the loving caress of her lips. So awash in a sea of ecstasy as it was, what Alice then did, didn’t fully register for several moments, until the sweetness suddenly enveloped her, surrounded her, and became her. She couldn’t have pulled away, or stopped her friend from what she was now doing if she’d wanted to. Which, she didn’t.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed louder than she ever had before. “I’m cumming!”

Bree thrashed wildly upon the bed, her hands automatically reaching up to pull, pinch and stretch her equally aroused nipples as she came. Alice continuing to suck her, lips nibbling, tongue lashing with a rapidity unlike anything she had ever felt before. Bree came, then came again, then came again. Over and over she climaxed, one orgasm becoming another, then yet another until she had lost count, lost track, though not purposely keeping score, or even trying too. Eventually they became just one long drawn out climax until she simply wasn’t any more.

She didn’t know how long she had been lying there. It couldn’t have been that long, she knew that. But she had in fact blacked out, at least momentarily. Alice still lay between her legs, her lips no longer urgently sucking or nipping at her sex. But planting rows of soft caressing kisses along the folds of her flesh, gentle tongue-licks that plucked the moist dew from the petals of her exposed flower.

Bree finally managed to lean up on her elbows, vulnerable, slightly embarrassed, but comfortable enough to continue to sit as she was without making any effort to dislodge Alice away from her. Before she realized what she said, or even how it might sound having said it, she did.

“Alice? Are you gay?”

Alice planted one tiny soft kiss on the very tip of Bree’s clit before looking upwards into her friends face. Even then, the tingle of that kiss lingered as Bree shuddered in response.

“I’ve never even thought of being with another woman before, until now,” she said pausing. Turning shy now, sitting up, as she faced away from her friend, feeling more than a bit vulnerable herself, as well as suddenly self-conscious.


“Yeah?” she responded without turning.

“I liked it,” Bree spoke in a near whisper. “I liked it…a lot! And no, I’m not gay either!” she laughed. “But damn, makes me wonder!”

Her comment eased the sudden tension between them, with Alice finally turning back looking towards her.

“Really? You did?”

“Fuck yes!” Bree answered, suddenly liking the sound of that particular word. “I have to ask you though, where the hell did you learn to do that anyway?”

Once again Alice blushed. “I’m not sure you’d want to hear it,” she said seriously.

“Tell me,” Bree said gathering her knees against her breasts, wrapping her arms around herself although very much aware her sex was no doubt winking at Alice as she caught her glancing briefly down in that general direction before lifting her head to face her.

“It’s a long story, but I’ll give you the short version,” she began. “I knew with lop-sided boobs, being fat…”

“You’re NOT fat!” Bree interrupted.

Alice smiled, continuing, “that I would have to make myself popular one way or the other. And since I knew I wasn’t attractive either,”

“You are too!” Bree said interrupting her again.

Alice didn’t smile this time however, ignoring the comment going on, “I figured that if I was to ever get to go to any of the dances, or attend any of the parties, that I’d have to do something, something special, and be good at it. And I knew pretty much what it would take for me to do that.” Alice swallowed, pausing. Obviously she was having difficulty telling Bree all this. Though Bree remained silent herself now, knowing how hard this was for her friend, and pretty much aware of where all this was headed.

“Well the short version is, lets just say, I give a mean blowjob.” Once again she paused, looking up towards Bree for any sign of shock, disgust, revulsion. Instead, Bree released her arms, which had been locked around her knees, reaching over towards Alice, drawing her to her.

“Go on,” she gently coaxed holding her friend. “Before long, I had a reputation, although not the best kind as I look back on it now. But back then, I was suddenly popular, very popular. And as long as the guys where getting what they wanted, I was happy, as I was invited out on several dates,” Alice said emphasizing the word, giving it a whole new meaning. “Occasionally, I’d actually see the same guy more than once. But usually, that was it. I was being passed around by word of mouth, so I had a lot of guys calling me, but it was really rare that I ever heard from any of them more than once.”

Bree didn’t know how to respond, she knew how difficult this was for Alice to sit here telling her.

“You know what my nick-name was?” she asked rhetorically. “Alice the Phallus,” she admitted almost apologetically, explaining, “Because I loved sucking cock so much, and really was good at doing it too!” she half boasted. “Now it’s been so long since I’ve even seen a guys dick, I’m not sure I’d even know what to do with it if I did!”

That made Bree laugh. “Well honey, you and me both.” Which is when Bree told her story about her one and only encounter with a man’s cock.

“You serious? You’ve never done, or been with a guy since then?”

“Nope, never have. And probably never will either!” she said semi-seriously.

“So technically, you’re still a virgin then.”

“Technically speaking yes. Never had one inside me. “Don’t even know what that would feel like. A little like my vibrator I guess, oh hell Alice…I don’t know. How about you?”

Alice confessed that though she had indeed had intercourse with a boy before, it had only been twice, and both with the same guy, so she wasn’t sure if that counted for one time, or two really.

They talked for a while afterwards, eventually becoming even more comfortable with one another, not to mention closer. In time, Bree felt giddy from the consumption of more wine perhaps, but also because she honestly wanted to return the favor to her friend.



“Would you let me see if I can make you cum?”

“You don’t have to do that Bree. I didn’t do what I did just so you’d feel obligated to return the favor.”

“I know that. I want to. I really do.”


“Yes, really.”

It took a while. A long while. But eventually, Alice came. Bree was patient with her, periodically even stopping to ask Alice if she liked how she was doing it, or if she should be doing anything differently. Occasionally Alice told her things to do, but for the most part, simply panted as pleasures she’d never known with such intensity before, swam through her, rocked her, and had her floating in a sea of ecstasy unlike any before.

When she came, she was shocked, surprised, and immediately burst out crying. At first Bree wondered if she’d inadvertently hurt her or something. But when she saw the tears of joy, and the beaming smile upon her face, then she knew, Alice had discovered a whole new wonderland.


They had grown very close after that. Even closer than before. But it wasn’t a sexual relationship, it had been a moment of shared tenderness and need yes. But that’s all it was, all it ever would be. For the most part they had gone back to living their every day normal lives much as they had been. Though they did tend to call one another more frequently, along with spending time going out or watching a romantic movie on the TV at Bree’s place. Eventually however, Alice once again brought up the issue of her brother Jack, and she did so in such a way that Bree knew she’d have no choice but to honor her friend’s request. That, or risk rejection of Alice in rejecting getting to know Alice’s brother a little better.

“You’re not spending your birthday alone!” Alice informed her with conviction. “And…you’re coming over to our place to celebrate it! Nothing fancy, so don’t worry. I’m baking you a cake yes, but figured we’d just order in some pizza, pop in a movie, and relax. Honestly Bree, you really will like Jack if you give him just half a chance!”

Bree had eventually given in, though she stood nervously at the door as it opened. She’d expected Alice to greet her, standing there uncertainly as Jack opened the door waving her in.

“Hi Bree!” he said excitedly. “And by the way, Happy Birthday!”

She smiled, blushing as she stepped past him into their cozy little apartment. “Thank you,” was all she offered, looking worriedly around for Alice who didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby.

“Alice will be back any moment, she said she needed to get something else from the store. I offered to go get it for her, but she said she wanted it to be a surprise and didn’t trust me to get the right stuff or something like that. So anyway, she should be back any minute, told me to make sure I told you to come in and make yourself at home. So Bree, make yourself at home!” he stood grinning.

Bree turned her head, feeling her face beginning to change color. Admittedly, she really was attracted to him, but she didn’t trust herself, or her feelings. And worse, she didn’t want to become involved with someone that might react to her abnormality in the same way that ‘Dan-the-man’ had done either.

“Would you care for something to drink?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine thanks,” she said finally taking a seat about as far away from where Jack was now sitting as it was possible for her to do.

Nervously they both sat, waiting. Bree even briefly considered coming up with some sort of excuse to leave, deciding against doing that however as she knew that in doing so, she would hurt her friends feelings, something she had no intention of ever doing if she could help it. To her relief, Alice arrived a short time later carrying a gift-wrapped package under her arm.

“Happy Birthday Bree!” she grinned handing Bree the package. “It’s from Jack and I!” she stated turning towards her brother. “Go ahead, open it!”

“Before cake? And Happy Birthday and all that stuff?” Jack laughed.

“No singing,” Bree pleaded. “Please.”

“Well, then open up your present, then we’ll have us a piece of cake, no singing,” Alice promised.

Eagerly, Alice waited as Bree began to delicately remove the gift-wrap. “Just tear it off!” Alice blurted in exasperation. Bree laughed, as did Jack. And she did so, taking a moment to stare at the box.

“You told me you’d been considering getting a tattoo. Well, these are temporary tattoos. But they look real. You can make your own designs, or use one of the patterns, but it will give you a chance to see what one might look like, or where it would look the best!’

“Well thank you, you guys,” she added nodding towards Jack. “That’s really nice, but admittedly, I’m not a very good artist, and even with some of these patterns, not sure it would look all that well. And besides, the one I’ve been considering I want to put on my back,” she stopped suddenly blushing for no real good reason.

“Not to worry!” Alice interjected. “That’s why I got it! You know what Jack does for a living? He’s a commercial artist, and a damn good one too! I thought it might be fun to do a few of these tonight on your birthday, I’ve been wanting to get one myself, so thought this might be a hoot to try it out!”

Bree himmed and hawed over the suggestion, but Alice wasn’t having any of it.

“Cake first, then some wine, then we’ll see about doing some tattoo’s!” she said excitedly.

Bree was still hesitant, but decided to go along with Alice’s suggestion. She didn’t want to hurt her friends feelings for one thing, but for another, she was curious to see how one of the butterfly patterns might actually look like on her shoulder.

“You go first,” Bree told her. “Let me see how it turns out on you.”

“Ok,” Alice accepted, then to Bree’s surprise, reached down pulling her tank top up and over her head. With Jack still sitting there, Bree shot a quick glance in his direction, but he’d made no indication that he was uncomfortable, or that this wasn’t all that unexpected either.

“Alice!” Bree stated blinking her eyes.

Alice laughed. “Not like Jack hasn’t seen me in my bra before,” she told her. “Nor my miss-shaped boobies either. But where I’ve always wanted one is right here,” she said pulling the left side of her bra down from her “good boob” as she called it. Revealing most of it save for the actual nipple itself, though part of her areola sat peeking from beneath the material like a sun just about to set.

“This one!” Alice said handing her brother one of the patterns.

“Don’t need it,” he told her. “I can do that free-hand, and make it look even better,” he assured her.

At first Bree was a little uncomfortable, slightly embarrassed as she watched Jack oft times leaning his hand against his sister’s breast as he drew the design on her, then colored it in.

“How’s that sis?” he’d asked when he was finished. “Way cool!” she exclaimed, and even Bree had to admit it looked good, actually looked real.

“Ok k**do, your turn!” Alice prompted.

“I’ll just do one on my arm,” Bree offered.

“Oh come on Bree,” Alice coaxed. “You said you wanted to see what one looked like on the back of your shoulder, so come on…let Jack put one on for you there.”

The bra she was wearing certainly wasn’t a revealing one, her bikini showing more flesh that her bra did. Even so, she felt a tiny bit uncomfortable even as she removed her tee shirt, still folding it over her head and neck without removing it. Alice laughed.


Bree didn’t respond to her however, content to sit as she was as Jack began to draw the intricate looking design upon her back. It took quite a while as Jack was a bit of a perfectionist, and wanted it to look as good, if not better than the real thing.

As he did, they continued to chat, loosening up somewhat, with the help of several glasses of wine. Except for a small piece of cake, Bree hadn’t eaten anything, and though the “warnings” seemed to be going off inside her head, she continued to take small sips of wine feeling a little light-headed and giddy as the time wore on. Eventually Jack finished and they spent time admiring his work.

“I really like that!” Bree admitted, and she did. Liking the way it looked on her shoulder as she stood in front of the mirror, not realizing she’d removed her tee shirt so that she stood there in her bra looking back over her shoulder in the mirror to see the design. Jack stood in front of her, his reflection appreciative as well, but not at his own work so much, but at the obvious fullness of Bree’s semi-exposed breasts.

Jack noted her sudden discomfort and turned away heading back into the sitting room. “Ok you two, now it’s my turn!” he told them.

As the evening wore on, they found themselves really enjoying the turns each one took as more and more tattoo’s appeared, with Alice going so far as to strip down to her panties, revealing her lop-sided breasts entirely as Jack then showed his real true talent, taking some water-based paints that he had, turning each into the face of a puppy-dog, and the more miss-shappen breast into that of a cute, but much smaller cat. By then Bree had gotten used to the goings-on, marveling at Jack’s true talent and work, though funny as it was to look at, you really couldn’t tell that Alice’s breasts were actually exposed, so reformed were they now into something else entirely.

“Ok Bree, let Jack do you now!” Alice suggested.

Bree felt her face explode with color. “Oh fuck, I don’t know about that,” she stammered, not even realizing she’d cursed until Alice pointed it out to her.

“That’s really becoming one of your favorite words isn’t it?” she teased. “Come on Bree, we’re having fun here. Don’t spoil it. And I promise, if Jack does so much as to give you a naughty look, I’ll box his ears for him and he knows that I’ll do it too!”

Bolstering her courage, with the help of several glasses of wine, Bree found herself removing her bra, though she continued to rest her folded arms across her breasts for several long moments as Jack rummaged through his paints until he’d finally located all the various colors he intended on using.

“Ah Bree? I think you have to lower your arms now,” Alice finally stated as Jack sat patiently waiting. Eventually she did. What she didn’t dare reveal, finding it even hard to admit to herself, was the feel of the brush upon her breasts as Jack began to paint, the slow sensual strokes as he began to cover her breasts, the brush itself teasing her nipples almost sensually, erotically. Over time, he had transformed them into a beautiful set of emerald green eyes as he broadened his work out even more until her entire chest had become those of a Bengal Tiger, beautiful to look at, eerily three dimensional. And though she felt covered now, even though still fully exposed, her nipples tingled hungrily, sending signals of desire, lust and need down to her anxiously waiting clit.

Exhausted after such a long evening, even Bree knew it was too late for her to even attempt to go home. And Jack was in no condition to drive her there after having consumed so much of the wine as well. They collapsed together in a heap upon the floor, Alice passing out pillows and several quilts to wrap up in. Feeling good for the first time in years, Bree allowed the safeness and security of being sandwiched between the two of them, Alice on one side near spooning her as she slept, and Jack lying upon his back, Bree’s pillow nestling comfortably in the firm crook of his arm. Content, she soon drifted off to sleep. And in her sleep, Bree began to dream.

In her dream, she saw Jack, lying pretty much as he had been as they’d all laid down, falling asleep together. But somehow Bree knew that she very much wanted to kiss him, and being a dream and all, that it would be perfectly ok, as she could do so without reservation without worry. Though she also decided that as much as she loved her very dear friend, she really didn’t want to be kissing her brother with her there and so close by. So being a dream, she woke Alice, asking her if she wouldn’t mind leaving the two of them alone together, surprised on hearing Alice’s knowing giggle as she stood wrapping herself partially in one of the comforters, then padding softly down the hallway towards her bedroom. Now finally alone, Bree turned back towards Jack, slithering up against him, the feel of her bare breasts pressing against his chest, one again the tiny electrical charges of desire igniting the flame so long smoldering between her legs.

She kissed him, softly, feeling the press of her lips upon his, surprised when he responded in kind, kissing her back. The dream seemed so real, “almost too real” she thought to herself, but found herself enjoying their kiss, embracing it, yearning for more. And being the dream that it was, Bree decided to indulge her fantasy.

Taking one of Jack’s hands, she placed it gingerly upon her breast, coaxing his movements, though at first he seemed to caress her with some measure of uncertainty, until the rapidity of her breathing convinced him that she was indeed enjoying this super-sensitive heavenly touch.

Aroused now, as she floated through higher and higher levels of desire, she traced the fingers of her hand down towards the hem of his briefs which she remembered seeing as he’d removed all but for them prior to slipping beneath one of the comforters. Suddenly, she felt his hand upon hers, stopping her advance.

“Bree? Before you go any further,” he began. “As much as I would enjoy this, you need to know something, I’m not exactly well endowed. I don’t want to disappoint you, just so you know.”

His words seemed as though in a dream, “but were they”? She wondered. Bree allowed her hand to continue moving, seeking him out. And as she did, as her hands finally touched his aroused flesh, she realized it wasn’t a dream. The fugue she had found herself in partially due to the wine, but due by in large to her subconscious need and desire to be held, touched and loved by a man. The barriers of doubt, inhibition, fear, all came tumbling down in one fell swoop as she gathered his small erect organ, palming it, covering it completely within the tiny grasp of her hand.

“I told you,” he said worriedly as she caressed his small but rigidly hard member.

“I think we’ll both have one or two surprises,” she told him, kissing him once again as she took his hand, slipping it down between her legs where he began to explore her, discovering her secret, moaning as he did, caressing it, loving it as tenderly as she had ever done for her self. Bree moaned with the same lustful desire, fondling, toying and teasing the nearly same sized organ as she herself had. They lay together sharing similar techniques of pleasuring passions, finally rolling head to toe, side by side, engulfing one another in total, sucking kissing and licking one another towards orgasmic bliss.

Long afterwards as they once again lay side by side, still holding, still caressing marveling at the irony and twist of fate that had brought them together, Bree moved up to mount him, his erection barely entering the folds of her flesh, but it was enough. His prick small as it was, a perfect match, a perfect tool for the hard shaft of joy that rose to meet him, pressing there together as they began to fuck slowly, sensually together.

“Sometimes, size really doesn’t matter,” she purred into the crook of his neck. “Now, fuck me. Fuck my clit! Fuck my big giant clit!”

Jack smiled breathing heavily into her ear as they moved harmoniously together. “Oh baby, where’ve you been all my life anyway?”

“Waiting for you Jack, just waiting for you.”
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