Butterflies

  It was Mikey's turn to stare wide-eyed, "You sure?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, princess... I owe whatever you say I do. I'll strip for your sister and toss myself off, if that's what you want." It was an old joke, but it meant the world to me, because it signified absolute commitment from him. He rose from the bed and hugged me to him, "Jess... you know I adore you, don't you?"

  "You think I'd ever even contemplate something like this if I didn't?" It was a truth that I hadn't even realised existed up until that point – and maybe that's what caused all of this to happen, rather than the wine.

  "Angel, I hope so, because I would do anything for you anyway. This is just... you gotta know that it's only because I know you're so beautiful, so sexy, so wonderful... I guess I just want to share a tiny bit of that knowledge... But only... only ever if you're totally sure..."

  "You'll get your tiny bit, buster, and you're only gonna get that because I'm totally sure. About you, that is." My mind was on automatic – I was too flustered and excited for anything else – but I meant it with all my heart. Still do. "One thing. This don't go too far, okay?"

  "Oh, princess, of course. This is already farther than I ever dreamed possible." He lifted his hands to the top of the dress and eased it higher, "But you've no idea how hard that was, given that Luke will be here any-"

  The door knocker made us both jump.

  I recovered first (somehow) and pushed at Mikey. "Go on, go answer it. And before you ask, yes, I'm sure!" Oh, I was. Even if I did wobble just slightly when Lucas walked into the front room and didn't bother to hide his delight at my choice of attire.

  "Wow, Jessica with a J, nice dress!" Lucas turned to Mikey, "Luckiest dog in the pound, aren't you?"

  "You got that right, Luke."

  I laughed, nervousness tinkling along the edges of my voice, "Thanks, I think, Lucas."

  "Well I'm serious, doll," Lucas gave Mikey a quizzical look and evidently got some sort of permission from my man, "You're looking ddg."

  "Assuming that means drop dead gorgeous, I'm flattered."

  Mikey took my hand, the trembling of his fingers sending electricity coursing down my belly, "He does, and he's right." His other hand settled on my back and inched just a fraction lower, his palm pushing my dress down that fraction.

  I turned and gave him a wide-eyed smile which I hoped conveyed both acceptance and a quiet warning that enough was enough. "Well, guys, thanks for the compliments, and just for that I'll pour us some drinks. Beer you two?"

  On receiving their eager nods and even eager looks, I somehow managed to pluck a couple of cans from the fridge and poured them. I left Mikey to hand them out and gave him the most nervous smile of my life. "I left my wine under the table, breathing, I think. Can anyone see it?"

  Mikey took a silent, deep breath, the look on his face a picture of amazement which he hastily rearranged to be a half-assed attempt at innocence. "The table here?"

  Lucas bent and pointed to the left-hand edge, "It's down there, Jess."

  "Oh, so it is!" With my heart pounding loud enough for the neighbours to hear, I walked along the side of the table and turned back to face the two guys, Mikey looking shell-shocked, and Lucas just watching, albeit attentively. I bent forward and plucked the bottle from where I had placed it while Mikey was getting dressed. The top of the dress moved slightly, my breasts almost freed by the movement, and I was genuinely wondering what would happen when I straightened – my mind racing as I realised just how much I must have been displaying to Mikey's friend.

  I stood up straight, my movement cautious as the dress settled across the tops of my breasts, slipping low enough to worry me but not so far as to panic me. The sense of potential panic dissipated at the sight of Mikey's eyes, virtually bulging from their sockets. An entirely new sensation swamped me when my eyes flickered lower and an obvious bulge presented itself for my approval. A sideways glance to where Lucas was sporting a similar protuberance that was being unsuccessfully hidden, had my heart racing.

  "I... um..." Mikey swallowed audibly, "That is... did you drop the cork?"

  I smiled, somehow keeping a vestige of control, "No, it's on the table." It was a statement, but there was a hint of querulous questioning, not exactly requesting permission, or anything so obvious, but more an unasked ‘is this getting out of hand already?’. It was just as well we'd been together a few years because Mikey got the message.

  "Oh, so it is, princess. Oh well, um... let me know if you drop it later and... you know?"

  I nodded, and turned a bright – albeit fragile – smile towards Lucas, painfully aware that the dress was a lot lower than when Mikey's friend had first walked in, "Your beer okay?"

  "My...? Oh... oh, yes, it's almost as tasty as my host... well, hostess, anyway." Lucas' eyes flicked across to Mikey, and although I was too slow to pick up whatever look passed between them, it soon became clear that some sort of permission have been granted, "And, er, Jess...? I just gotta say I've never seen you looking tastier."

  Even the day before, a comment like that would have had me scrambling for cover, but the mood, the dress, the looks, the bulges... all of those things were combining to make me feel more alive – and a damn sight hornier – than I'd ever felt before. I let my gaze rest on Mikey's eyes for a couple of seconds before turning to our guest, "Well thank you, kind sir. Your words are much appreciated."

  "Not as much," Lucas took a breath, "Not as much as that dress." He glanced across at Mikey and this time I saw the subtle nod that my guy gave our guest, "I always knew you were a cutie, Jess, but that number proves it beyond any shadow of a doubt."

  My cheeks flared, but that was at least as much caused by excitement than embarrassment. They flared brighter when Mikey added, "I was just telling her before you arrived that she should show off her beauty more often."

  Lucas was getting into the swing of things, so to speak, "You got that right, my Mikey. Jess has the most gorgeous shoulders, and damn if they don't lead on down to heaven itself."

  My jaw dropped, although that was through a mixture of surprise and pleasure rather than true shock, "Lucas!"

  Mikey laughed, his own voice trembling almost as much as mine had been a few moments earlier, "Come on, princess. Haven't I always said you could give a corpse a hard-on? You're too sexy to stay covered all the time."

  "Mikey!" It was the only word I could manage. That sentence with 'sex' in it had almost overwhelmed me.

  "Well if my man Mikey don't mind me saying it," Lucas' smile threatened to drown out the late afternoon sun, "I just gotta say he's right. It is so lovely to see you like that."

  "Mind? I don't think so," Mikey laughed, "It's just so lovely to see the prude have a night off."

  "Hey!" My racing heart didn't stop me objecting, and if a warning flashed up at the back of my mind, I ignored it, "I am not a prude!"

  "Yeah, yeah," Mikey's eyes twinkled with more than just mischief, "After flashing your shoulders tonight you'll probably put on a cardigan when Lucas goes, and not take it off until next summer."

  "Listen buster, I am not a prude, and I will prove it if you're not careful."

  "You wouldn't dare, princess..."

  Mikey's eyes had locked onto mine and a thousand silent words were passing between us, drowning out Lucas' whoops of joy... You sure? I'm sure? You're not joking? I'm serious. You really mean it? I want to, need to. I love you. I love you.

  "Dare me again, buster, and you'll regret it."

  "Oh no, princess. I won't regret it..." Mikey paused for what seemed like an eternity and a half, "I won't regret anything... because you won't do anything."

  I raised an eyebrow, turned to face Lucas... and raised my arms. As the dress began to move down my breasts, I almost dashed from the room. Somehow, I stayed still. My blood raced, pounding in my ears, reaching a crescendo as the cotton snagged on my tingling nipples. Without a thought – or rather, with a thousand thoughts none of which I could focus on – I spread my arms to
the sides and the dress fell free. Cold-feeling air caressed my breasts, my belly, my thighs – as heat flooded through every inch of me.

  Words came tumbling from Mikey, although now, all I can remember is him repeating over and over, "Oh, princess, oh, angel..."

  Lucas whistled, "Oh my Mikey will you look at Jessie. Oh man... Oh fuck! She... you, Jess, you are so fucking sexy!"

  "Ah," I managed, my eyes flicking between Lucas and Mikey, "But am I a prude?"

  Mikey stepped forward, close to me, "Princess, I swear on everything I hold dear, I will never, ever call you a prude again."

  "So," I managed, my head spinning, "That's enough proof then?"

  Mikey started to agree, "Yes, oh that's plenty..." The penny dropped, quickly followed by his jaw. His eyes flicked down to my panties and then back to my dazed glaze, "There's still more proof to come, I think."

  I dropped my hands to my waist, my thumbs hooking through the waistband of my panties, "You mean you want more proof? Poor Lucas will be so embarrassed, won't he?"

  "No way!" Lucas blurted.

  Mikey nodded, "You heard the man."

  "So, baring my bre... my tits is not enough?" I flicked at the waistband, "You want me to bare more? Yeah?"

  "Oh yeah."

  I turned square to Lucas, "Sounds to me that Mikey thinks the proof is in the pussy. What do you say, Lucas?" Without a pause I pushed the panties down my thighs, kicking them into the distance as they dropped to my feet.

  "Holy fuck!"

  I twirled to face Mikey, "Tits and pussy enough?"

  My mind had gone way beyond any point of recovery, my pussy – my exposed pussy – was throbbing with unfamiliar pleasures, I could feel those four male eyes drinking me up, and nothing – nothing – was impossible.

  Mikey's mouth found mine before I even realised that he was reaching for me, and I responded with a level of hunger and passion that was almost scary. I sucked that tongue for a few seconds before my hands started scrabbling at his waistband. Mikey's eyes grew even wider, and more questioning.

  "What?" I said, "Let's face it, I'm not gonna be able to wait until Lucas goes, and he's seen everything else, so unless you don't want him looking at your hard cock, get it out and then get it in, buster."

  Mikey grabbed his shorts and pushed down, "He can see what he likes, and there ain't nothing gonna stop me now..." Mikey pushed me back onto the sofa, "Not even Luke getting wild and touching my angel will stop me."

  I looked sideways to where Lucas was kneeling down beside me, "Whatever you say Mikey, just... just fuck me now, hard, because I've never needed you more than I do now. Never wanted… never wanted to be touched more..."

  Mikey, my hero, my lover, entered me with a single lustful thrust that had me yelling. When his hands cupped my breasts, my moans began to spiral, but when hands three and four were laid on my exposed tits I simply exploded.

  Mikey exploded as well, just seconds later, and again a moment or three after that when I nodded as he asked me whether I'd consider even more cock. I was out of control and knew it, just as surely as I knew that I was going to give in to ever secret fantasy that I could that night.

  "Lucas?" I gasped as Mikey slid free of me, "You want it? You want to fuck little Jess? You want your cock in-" I squealed as he swung on top of me, his cock finding my entrance at the second thrust, "I... I guess that's a yes..."

  "Oh my... oh Jess!"

  "Come on then, Lucas, oh come on and come in!" I grabbed Mikey's hand as Lucas thrust, "Oh... oh fuck, oh Mikey, oh Lucas!"

  "Oh man!" Mikey was in ecstasy and his cock began to straighten again, driving me to another climax even as Lucas started to fill me.

  By the time I'd climaxed a third time, and the guys twice each, I was a convert – and already I'd worked out what my new set of rules were. Even while I was fetching them fresh beer wearing just my little yellow dress, I knew that I'd changed forever, but that the night that was happening there and then with Lucas was a one-off. I took the beers back through to the living room and handed one each to the guys.

  "Mikey? Are you now totally sure I'm not a prude?"

  He shrugged, "Luke? Pull her dress off and tell me what you see."

  I raised my arms as Lucas hoisted the dress. He stood back for a moment, "I see heaven, my Mikey." His hands slid across my breasts before sliding down my belly to the warm, wet centre of me. "Feels like heaven as well."

  I looked across at my guy. "Well?"

  "I guess you're not a prude."

  So, I thought, still only a guess, huh? Well, I guess I'll have to do something about proving it further then.

  That was sixteen months ago. I'm still not quite sure I've proved it yet. Maybe you can let me know when I start to tell you my tales of what's happened between then and now... I'll start writing tonight.

  Chapter 2

  That first night is mostly crystal clear to me, even now, and sure it was intense enough to remain in anyone's mind for a long, long time, but it has probably been imprinted so deeply because firstly I spent so long replaying what had happened in an effort to work out what had changed me, and secondly because Mikey and me mentally relived certain moments a hundred times during the weeks that followed pretty much every time we had sex. Together or alone, come to that.

  On the surface there was obviously no question about whether I could still be called in any way prudish, but this is where it got weird for me. Fundamentally, my day-to-day values hadn't changed at all – I still kept myself covered as I went about my work and my shopping and my nights out with Mikey or my girlfriends and didn't have any urge to show off at all. But...

  But there was an urge to get wild again, to explore the new sensations that the Jess from that night with Lucas had tasted. It's real hard to explain, even now, but it was like I had discovered an alternate ego, a hidden identity. Jessica Julie Jameson had found out that she was also Batgirl – or rather, Sexgirl.

  That's another thing, you see? At first I would have used a name like 'Slutgirl' or 'Tartgirl' but after a period when I had started to think of myself as a covert slut, I realised that nothing had fundamentally changed – that I was still the same old Jess – but that I was simply tapping in to a highly sexual part of me. Mikey referred to it as tapping in to the male part of me – one memorable comment he made was that it was ‘good to see you getting in touch with your masculine side’.

  Like all good scientific approaches, experimentation was the key to understanding what was going on. I kept thinking about what had happened that night when Lucas had visited, and, when I'd stopped humping my hand or my boyfriend, I realised that there was a particular trigger, a threshold which, once crossed, opened up a whole new side of me. Or my puss, anyway.

  I had let the little dress edge down my breasts and that had stirred excitement within me, but the big step – the difference between day and night, even – was the transition from a lot of cleavage to bared nipples. Once Lucas's eyes had taken in the rigid pink buds – once my entire breasts were exposed – everything changed. Jess became Sexgirl and my inhibitions disappeared. Even my breasts changed, becoming 'tits'. A door opened to my innermost desires and yet... and yet, my love for Mikey was heightened as well, and it was as much him I wanted to please in that state as it was me.

  Not only that, but I knew without any shadow of doubt that I couldn't make that transformation without him.

  In a very real way, it was this last fact that I knew without any deep thought, and that was the starting point for all of my introspective naval-gazing. And my naval-exposing. The experimentation itself began just a week after the night with Lucas.

  Mikey had prescribed a weekend in Brighton of all places, somewhere neither of us were known, and somewhere that was renowned for the wildness of some of its clubs and their patrons. Bless my lovely man, because even at the hotel before we went out that evening, he was still trying to ensure that I wasn't about to embark on anything that was outside of my comfort zone.

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sp; "You're really, really sure about this, princess?"

  I adjusted the top of my new summery dress, ensuring that the neckline was sufficiently low to make me wonder how I'd even step up a kerb without my boobs falling out of it. "For the last time, Mikey, yes!" A laugh was added to make sure he knew I was taking his concern as affection rather than a nuisance.

  "Well... good. And you do know that I would love you just as much if everything went back the way it always was before..."

  "Before that night with Lucas, you mean? And yes, I do. Just as long as you know that I genuinely don't want it to go back that way, that I need you to tell me honestly if I go too far the other way, and that your erection is ruining the cut of your new chinos."

  "I guess a hard dick never lies, huh, princess?"

  I laughed, a shivery sense of delight and something close to power washing through me. I allowed my features to settle into a more serious look, "Mikey, I want to find out if that night was a one-off, and... I just know, deep down, that I want to experience that feeling of wildness at least one more time. Tonight's the night," I reached down to his bulge and cupped it in one trembling hand, "And I guess I don't need to add 'if you're sure yourself' to that?"

  "Oh princess, as long as you don't think this is all I want from you now that we had that one-"

  I squeezed a little and laughed "Shut it, buster. I may look all eager and ready for this, but my nerves are ragged, and I don't need any more pressure."

  "Oh, princess! I didn't mean-"

  I gave another laugh and squeeze, "Joke!" My breathing was coming faster as the enormity of the night ahead began to make itself known to me, "But I think a pre-club fuck might do us both good."

  Mikey's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in delight, "You know, princess? I think you're right."

  He gave me a light shove, sending me giggling onto the surface of the bed. His hands pushed the bottom of my dress up my thighs in a – so to speak – flash, before he let out a whistle. "Nice knickers, if something so small can be referred to that way."