Bethany's First Bra

"Jayne..."

"What do you think?"

"I.... I..." She was speechless.

"The black panties don't really match - we'll have to sort that out another time. Now, how does that feel? Comfortable?"

"Ah.... Not too tight. Can you do the other strap too?" I reached down to adjust it. "And these..." Her right hand pulled up to her breast; her eyes glazed - both with joy and, yes, moisture. Something deep within her had been touched, and the energy was about to pour out of her.

"Now, don't get all soppy on me" I scolded, grabbing a tissue for her to wipe her eyes. "Take the rest of those clothes off - you're no female cross-dresser, are you?"

I got up off her and let her remove the trousers and socks. I bent down to feel her legs - newly shaved - and kissed her on her knee. Then I took off my own top - to reveal my own red bra. Just like hers, only a "C" cup, and uplifted to make the most of what I have.

She was shaking slightly as I pulled her up from the sofa. Reaching out to take both her hands, I led her into the hallway and in front of the full-length mirror. "There! Aren't you beautiful?" I stood behind her and put my hands either side of her waist: her own hands were up on her chest, feeling all around on the new sensations of wearing a brassiere.

"It's... it's gorgeous. How can I ever thank you?"

I kissed the back of her neck, and ran my hands down to her hips. "We'll find a way." My right hand crept into her panties, and found her hardness. I squeezed it gently and ran my fingers down it to the tip. Already there were a few drops at the end of the skin. I decided to let her go as fast as she wanted to.

"Just look at yourself!" I whispered in her ear. "A slutty lesbian, having been stripped by her friend." I wrapped my fingers around her hardness. "Being frigged in just her bra and panties!"

"Jayne! Ah...."