Kristy's Transformation, Part 6

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   Part 6 
   
   Tuesday - July 11th 
   I got to Kristy's around 8:00. Mrs. Parker ushered me into the house and 
I first saw Kristy when she descended the stairs to join us in the living 
room. Tonight, Kristy chose the tube top / mini-skirt option that she had 
decided against the night before. As I watched her descend down the stairs 
her freely bouncing tits looked amazing but the thin, kind of puckery 
material helped to conceal her prominent nipples. I so wanted to grab those 
udders and mash my hands into them as I had done the night before. But, 
once again, with Mrs. Parker standing there, discretion got the best of me. 
My attention was so focused on the shape and movement of her boobs I didn't 
even notice the ghostly white tan lines that she was showing. It was pretty 
apparent that the heavy duty bathing suits that she had worn for the last 
month had covered so much skin that very defined tan lines were totally 
visible above the top seam of the tube top. 
   While we drove to Tina's, Kristy nervously smoked a couple cigarettes. 
Her technique was not nearly as bad as it had been the night before. But, I 
could tell by the way that she was consciously inhaling deeply, that she 
was worried about how our friends would react to what she was wearing 
tonight. I think that Kristy somehow gained a sense of security when her 
boobs were caged into her post-surgery bras. I tried to put her at ease by 
following the strategy that I had devised the night before. I heaped 
compliments on her, but I could tell that she was only partially listening 
to me. 
   When we got to the party her girlfriends said all the right things. And, 
I was a little surprised that all the guys in our group were also totally 
cool. Kristy was genuinely pleased and she quickly relaxed. I think the 
fact that both Tina and Jill weren't wearing bras that night helped to 
reassure and calm Kristy down. We had a few beers and smoked a whole lot of 
cigarettes and after an hour or so, the conversation was no longer focused 
on breasts. 
   Around 11:00, Kristy and Tina stepped out of the den and into the 
backyard. The pool lights illuminated them nicely and I was easily able to 
watch them through the window. For the next couple minutes they both talked 
rapidly as they smoked their cigarettes. Then, I noticed Tina reach toward 
Kristy's chest and trace her fingers from Kristy's boobs up to her 
shoulders. A few seconds later, Tina pulled the neck of her low cut T-shirt 
off of her shoulders and Kristy did the same maneuver on Tina's chest. 
Then, when the girls were done with their cigarettes, they rejoined our 
group. 
   We only stayed at Tina's for maybe another hour, but I noticed that 
Kristy no longer seemed quite as happy as she had been just before her 
brief conversation with Tina out by the pool. When we got into my truck to 
head back to Kristy's house, I asked her about this. In an instant, she 
became a little upset. She lit a Newport and after sucking down a really 
long drag, she relayed the story with one never ending talking exhale. 
"Tom, I'm so upset. Tina pointed out that my tan lines looked ridiculous in 
this tube top. And God, I realized that she was totally right. What can I 
possibly do about this?" 
   "Is that all that you're upset about?" I questioned back. When I saw the 
look on her face, I realized that I had just asked a bad question. I hadn't 
taken her problem seriously. I tried to recover quickly by adding, "I mean 
Kristy, there's nothing that you can really do to fix the problem quickly 
except for maybe makeup." 
   She hit her cigarette again and said, "Don't you think that I would have 
thought of that. You know, you're just such a big help. Here I have this 
problem and you don't care." 
   Now it was my turn to get a little upset. But, I didn't want to put fuel 
on the fire, so I lit one of my own cigarettes and calmed down a little 
before I said, "Listen Kristy, I do care. It's just that there are only 
three options that I can think of. First, you can stop tanning all together 
and eventually, your whole body will be all white. Or, second, you can go 
to tanning booths and try to get an all over tan. Or, third, you can start 
topless tanning in your back yard and try to tan your boobs so that they 
match the rest of your body." 
   She took another drag and calmly replied. "You know Tom, for once I 
agree with you. But, I have no intention of giving up my sun worshipping. I 
also don't have enough money to go to tanning salons for months on end, and 
besides, we live in Florida, so tanning salons are a real waste of money. 
Ok, so, do you think you can find a beach that we can go to? Maybe I can at 
least try to get a tan on my boobs over the course of the next few 
Saturdays, before we have to leave for school." 
   I paused to take a drag off of my cigarette and think about her 
question. I remembered back a few months ago when she had commented on Dr. 
Stark's all over tan. She mentioned nude beaches and I had already done a 
little homework. "You know honey, I know that there are some swimsuit 
optional beaches around town and I can find one, but your tan lines won't 
go away if you sunbathe with a suit on all week long and only go topless on 
Saturday's." 
   Kristy looked dejected as she took one last drag on her cigarette. After 
holding her last inhale for what seemed like about 5 seconds, she exhaled a 
thin stream of smoke toward the windshield and said, "You're probably 
right. But let's see if we can find a nice beach first and if we can, maybe 
I can sneak in some nude tanning when my mom and dad aren't home." 
   
   The next Saturday, July 15th, we went to a little beach that I had heard 
was swimsuit optional. We had to walk maybe 100 yards from the parking lot 
to the beach and when we got to the sand, I didn't see any naked or topless 
tanners. However, there were only maybe 50 people out there on the mostly 
deserted beach. We chose our spot fairly close to the snack bar and laid 
out our blanket. Kristy was visibly pissed about the situation. She lit a 
cigarette and sucked on it angrily. "Goddamn it. It took me all week to 
psyche myself up to come to a nude beach and now, I find out that this 
beach isn't. In the meantime, it's so sunny and hot out here, this suit is 
only making matters worse." 
   I said, "Look Kristy, I'll go over to the snack bar and see if we're at 
the wrong beach." 
   "Ok, whatever." The way she replied indicated that she didn't think my 
odds were very good. 
   There was only one teenage girl manning the snack bar and I had to wait 
until after she served an order of fries to a 10 year old kid. I figured 
that there was no way to be coy about asking my question, so, when she was 
finally free, I simply blurted it out. "Hi. I heard that this is a nude 
beach, but all I see are suits, what's up with that?" 
   She didn't even bother to turn from her fryers to look at me when she 
replied. "The nude part of the beach is on the other side of the seawall." 
   I looked to my left and noticed a long line of jagged concrete blocks 
jutting into the water about a quarter mile up the beach. I thanked the 
girl and hustled back to Kristy. 
   Kristy had just taken her last drag off of her Newport and I said 
breathlessly as she crushed the butt into the sand, "Baby, it's just past 
the breakwater." 
   Ten minutes later, we were both soaking up the rays in our birthday 
suits and 4 hours after that we had strategically located sunburns to prove 
it. 
   
   Tuesday, July 25th 
   Since Kristy's "Coming Out" nights about two weeks ago, mostly good 
things had happened. First, the novelty of Kristy's new figure was now 
pretty much behind her. It was becoming old news and her life was not only 
returning to something approaching normal, but the topic of her bust no 
longer even dominated her own thoughts. Her bigger boobs were just becoming 
a part of who she was and that was certainly a good thing. Another very 
good thing was that her smoking habit had developed to the point where she 
was smoking almost 10 packs a week. On each of the last two Thursdays, she 
was down to her last pack by the time her mom brought home her new weekly 
carton. At that level, I was pretty sure that her desire to quit was now a 
permanent thing of the past. Pretty soon, her regular need for nicotine 
would no longer let her just quit on a whim. She'd have to undertake a 
major and exceedingly difficult effort to quit, so I was extremely pleased 
at the progress she had made. I was hoping that she'd continue to improve 
her habit right up to the time when we left for school and once we were 
living in our dorms, we'd finally start having the smoking sex that I had 
dreamed about since that fateful afternoon that I spent with Tawny. 
   One of the things that bothered me during these two weeks was the fact 
that Kristy continued to wear bras when we went out at night. I couldn't 
understand why. I mean, we had already gone topless tanning twice and her 
sunburned boobs were visible proof of that. During the daytime hours, she 
had no problem running around her house in t-shirts with no bra on. And, 
her mom never seemed to mind. The only problem was, since I was working 
most of the time, I didn't have many chances to see her during the day. 
There were two nights that she wore halter tops without a bra on and on 
both of those nights I totally complimented her. Every other night that we 
were together, I said nothing about what she was wearing, regardless of how 
hot she looked. It was amazing to me that she just didn't seem to get the 
hint. I was simply in love with Kristy's new boobs and I wanted to see them 
in their natural state as often as possible. I was becoming very frustrated 
and I wasn't sure how to get her over this hurdle. 
   
   On this particular Tuesday night, we decided to catch a movie at the 
local cineplex. Kristy wore a nice, fitted t-shirt that had a broad and 
low-cut neckline. The pushup bra that she wore created a very impressive 
cleavage show, but still, the fact that she was wearing yet another bra, 
really pissed me off. I knew that as sexy as she looked with this bra on, 
she would have looked so much sexier with it off. I was at the end of my 
rope and had run out of ideas on how to get her to change. 
   By the time the movie was half over, we had already finished our popcorn 
and drinks. I stretched my arm around Kristy's shoulders like I had done a 
hundred times before. I gently stroked my hands across her back and brushed 
over her bra straps a couple times. I don't know what got into me, but I 
couldn't resist. I quickly grabbed her right shoulder strap, pulled it back 
and snapped it against her skin. Kristy instantly turned to face me. The 
look on her face was as much a look of surprise as it was pain. "Hey, why 
did you do that?" she complained. 
   I gave her a shit eating grin back and said, "Oh, I don't know, because 
it was there." 
   Now her look was definitely one of anger. She said, "Listen ass, these 
straps are uncomfortable enough without you snapping them. So don't do it 
again." 
   I just laughed and turned my head back to the screen. I returned my arm 
to her shoulder and within five minutes she was snuggled right back next to 
me. 
   As soon as the movie ended, Kristy rummaged around in her purse and 
pulled out a cigarette even before the lights came on. She held the unlit 
cigarette between her fingers patiently while we filed out of the theater 
and the instant that we stepped outside, she paused for me to fire up my 
lighter. She sucked down a wonderfully long drag and held the smoke in her 
lungs for at least five seconds. Then, as a nice stream of smoke flowed 
from her lips she said, "God this tastes good. I've been looking forward to 
this cigarette for awhile." 
   By now I had fired up my own Newport and I agreed with Kristy as I put 
my arm around her back and we headed toward my pickup. 
   The movie that we had just seen was a sexy little romantic comedy that 
got Kristy feeling a little frisky. As soon as we had finished our 
cigarettes, her hands were all over me. While she stroked my cock through 
my jeans, it took all my powers of concentration just to drive. Five 
minutes later, we were parked in a deserted office building parking lot. 
This was a place we knew well. We had used it for months whenever Kristy's 
parents were home and we had never seen any cops or security cars ever 
patrol the place. By the time I switched the engine off on my truck, Kristy 
already had my pants undone and she was rapidly stroking my totally hard 
cock. Now I needed to get at those magnificent tits of hers. 
   I moved my left hand to the front of her shirt and started to knead 
those heavy hooters, but it was not very satisfying trying to figure out 
what was flesh and what was Victoria's Secret. Kristy was still leaned over 
my cock, thoroughly focused on raising my shaft to its maximum length. I 
reached over her shoulder with my right hand and quickly made my way down 
to the thick elastic band that circled her chest. I frantically searched 
for the telltale bumps made by the hooks. After a few seconds I pulled my 
hand away in frustration and said, "Goddamn it Kristy, where are the hooks 
on this fucking bra?" 
   She temporarily suspended her cock stroking and looked up at me with a 
devilish look on her face. Then, she laughed at me. "Ha Ha, I tricked you. 
This one hooks in the front." 
   I wasn't smiling. I removed my hand from her back and rested it on the 
back of the seat as she pulled the front of her shirt up and began to undo 
the front hook. I said sternly, "I just don't understand why you wear these 
godawful things. They just aggravate the hell out of me." 
   Kristy laughed again and said, "Just relax big boy. You must be 
patient." 
   I really hoped that she had gotten the point that I was trying to make 
but, I wasn't sure. However, within two seconds, the bra was lying on the 
floor of the truck. As soon as her boobs were bared, she reached for my 
left hand and planted my palm firmly over her right breast. My anger melted 
quickly and we proceeded to have a great time steaming up the windows of my 
Dodge. 
   
   Around 4:00 the next afternoon, my cell phone rang while I was at work 
and it was Kristy. Even though she knew that I really couldn't talk to her 
while I was working, she was so excited that she decided to call me anyway. 
"Hi baby." She started the conversation. Then, she added before I had time 
to answer, "Are we still on for tonight? Are we still going to meet Jill 
and Tina and go dancing at the Acapulco Gold Club?" 
   "Absolutely, I was planning on picking you up around 8:30, ok?" I 
answered. 
   "Perfect. Oh and Tom, you are so going to love the outfit that I bought 
with my mom this afternoon. It is so hot!" She replied. 
   "Great baby, I can't wait. See you in a little while. Gotta go." I hated 
to cut her off like that but, I had to keep my mind on the cement that we 
were pouring at that very moment. 
   Two hours later, I was in my truck and now I had time to think about the 
quick little conversation that Kristy and I had. I was so happy that she 
had understood what I was trying to communicate to her last night. I was 
absolutely certain that she was going to be wearing something hot, hot, 
hot, with no bra on. My little heart started beating with anticipation. 
   
   I got to Kristy's right at 8:30. Mrs. Parker was home and we talked for 
a couple of minutes while I waited for Kristy. Finally, I heard her 
footsteps on the stairs. I spun around and caught my first glimpse of her 
outfit. It was indeed hot and she looked even hotter with the cigarette 
that dangled from her lips. She was wearing 4 inch black pumps and a tight 
little black leather mini-skirt that actually had small slits up the sides. 
Her deeply tanned legs completed her sexy look from the waist down. Above 
the waist, she wore a shimmering white spandex, single shoulder strap top 
that was so tight, it hugged her curves like spray paint. In fact, it was 
the very tightness of the top made that made every seam of the strapless 
white bra that she was wearing underneath show through. "God damn it." I 
thought to myself. 
   "Well what do you think Tom?" Kristy asked, begging for a compliment as 
she joined us. 
   I paused for a second and replied with minimal emotion in my voice, "You 
look nice Kristy. But we better get going. We don't want to be late." 
   We said our goodbyes to Mrs. Parker and as we walked to my truck, Kristy 
had a depressed look on her face. She hopped up into my truck and leaned 
over to give me a quick kiss. I didn't bother to kiss her back. Instead, I 
wanted her to see the upset look on my face. Kristy's look of 
disappointment was now replaced by one of worry. She nervously lit a 
cigarette and then, in an attempt to break the ice, she started rambling 
on, "God, we haven't gone dancing in a couple months. Tonight should be so 
much fun. I hope if Jill and Tina get there before us, they save us a 
table. I'm really looking forward to meeting Tina's new boyfriend Jake." 
   While she continued having a conversation with herself, I smoked my 
cigarette in silence and drove off down her street. I never acknowledged 
what she was saying and within five minutes, an almost eerie silence 
enveloped the truck cab. As soon as Kristy finished her first cigarette, 
she lit another. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her take a nice big 
drag on her cigarette. She held in the inhale for a good 4 seconds, blew a 
nice stream of smoke towards the ceiling and then she made another attempt 
at breaking the painful silence. "Well Tom, you really haven't told me what 
you think of my outfit. How do you like it?" She asked excitedly. 
   "I already told you its nice." I replied curtly. 
   "Just nice?" She asked. 
   "No, you look fucking good in it. Ok." I answered with a definite edge 
to my voice. 
   I focused my eyes straight ahead and drove on for another few minutes 
while Kristy nervously sucked on her cigarette. Then she decided to try a 
different tactic. She snuggled up next to me and stroked her hand down my 
arm, but she didn't stop at my hand. She slid her hand right over mine and 
continued on to my right leg. She only kept her hand on my thigh for maybe 
thirty seconds and then slid it over my totally limp cock. I continued to 
ignore her and this drove her nuts. 
   "Alright, what's wrong. I'm wearing a hot outfit. And, I know this is an 
outfit that you like. I'm smoking a lot of cigarettes and I'm rubbing your 
cock and you're still ignoring me. What is bothering you?" She asked 
sincerely. 
   "Nothing." I answered quickly. I wanted to torture her for a few more 
minutes to emphasize the points that I would soon be making. 
   Now Kristy was getting really upset. "Bull shit. You tell me right now 
what's bugging you." She demanded. 
   I took a last drag off of my cigarette, threw it out the window and then 
began, "Alright. Here's the deal. I don't know what you're trying to do 
tonight. I don't understand why you are going out of your way to piss me 
off?" 
   Surprised at what I had just said, she pulled away from me and asked, 
"What the hell are you talking about? I have never gone out of my way to 
piss you off. And, I certainly am so not trying to piss you off tonight." 
   "Well look at what you're wearing. That pisses me off. And, it 
especially pisses me off after you teased me on the phone this afternoon." 
I replied with a little more anger in my voice. 
   Kristy took a small nervous little drag on her cigarette and said, 
"Honestly, I don't get it. I thought you'd love this outfit. I totally 
bought it with you in mind." 
   I pressed on hard, "Look, the only thing about that outfit that I don't 
like is the bra. What are you thinking? You know I don't like bras. I've 
told you that a million times. What about last night? Didn't I make myself 
perfectly clear? Then, you go and get my hopes up on the phone this 
afternoon. So now, maybe you can understand why I think you're purposely 
trying to piss me off. Jesus Christ Kristy!" 
   "Listen, last night was the first time you ever actually told me that 
you don't like bras. And, I thought you were just kidding." She answered 
trying to take the offensive. 
   "Ok, ok, so you get me on a technicality. I guess I just assumed that 
you'd figure out by now that I don't like them. So now, just so that we're 
perfectly clear on the subject, I HATE BRA'S. ALL BRA'S. AND I DON'T WANT 
YOU TO EVER WEAR ONE WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME." 
   By now she was leaning against her own door and looking at me with a 
hurt, pouting look on her face. She looked like a punished puppy as she lit 
her third cigarette in 15 minutes. She whimpered, "I just thought this top 
looked sexier with a bra on." 
   Actually, Kristy was right. The top looked great and the half cup, 
push-up bra, which was so visible underneath, looked extremely sexy. But, I 
had her on the ropes and I was determined to press forward. "That bra is no 
different than any other bra. It looks like shit. And, I will bet you that 
Tina and Jill won't have bras on tonight." 
   "Maybe you're right, but, if I go braless, my nipples are going to show 
big time and my mother would kill me if she found out that I wore this top 
without a bra." She continued whimpering. 
   I quickly countered, "Oh I doubt that. Since your boob job, your mother 
has bought you or talked you into buying all of your sexiest outfits. Let 
me ask you, and tell me the truth, were you wearing a bra when you tried 
this on this afternoon?" 
   "Well, no, I guess not." 
   "And what did your mom say? Did she say that you definitely needed to 
wear a bra with it?" I continued. 
   "Yes she did." 
   "Come on Kristy, tell me the truth." I pressed her. 
   She sucked down a nervous drag and back peddled. "Well she didn't 
exactly say it, but I said I would need to wear a strapless bra and she 
agreed with me." 
   "Well now that's a little bit different story I would say. Wouldn't you? 
Here's the way I see it. Your mom paid what, $3000, or maybe $4000 to have 
your boobs done. I think she's proud of her investment and she wants you to 
show it off. And another thing, if you don't want your nipples to show, why 
did you get the nipple implants?" As I said those last words, I looked over 
at Kristy. She looked almost helpless leaning against the door, her 
cigarette only inches from her face. She was holding and puffing on her 
cigarette almost as if it were a security blanket. 
   Kristy made one more attempt to argue with me. "What if Tina's new 
boyfriend thinks I'm a slut. I mean, he doesn't even know me." 
   I easily deflected this last defense. "Kristy, you know that's 
ridiculous. This is Florida where women go braless all the time. And, we're 
going to a dance club for Christ sake. I'll bet there won't be ten bras in 
the whole place. And, every woman will be dressed to impress." 
   The traffic light turned green and I accelerated. It was now after 9:00 
and we were still about five minutes from the club. Confident that I had 
won the debate, I decided to draw the argument to a close. "Kristy, here's 
the deal. I want you to take the bra off right now. When we get to the 
club, if either Tina or Jill says anything negative or if the guys have a 
problem with you, you can put the bra back on in the bathroom and I'll 
never bitch again about whether you're wearing a bra or not. But, if you 
don't take that bra off right now, I'm turning around and taking you home 
and our date will be over." God, I was actually surprised at what a prick I 
was being. I had never come even close to being that bold with Kristy ever 
before. 
   Kristy thought silently for a moment, hit her cigarette one last time 
and then she took a lot more time than necessary to crush the but out in 
the ashtray. She finally answered with surprising spunkiness, "Fine. 
Asshole, I'll take the bra off, but if anybody gives me any shit, you're 
history." 
   She turned her back to me and said sternly, "Unhook me." 
   In about 10 seconds the bra was in her purse and her rock hard nipples 
looked so pretty under the white filmy material that was so tightly 
stretched over them. I guess I was feeling pretty sure of myself because as 
soon as she had removed the bra, I immediately said, "Panties too. If I'm 
not wearing any underwear, neither are you." 
   My cockiness worked. As she squirmed out of her thong she said, "God 
you're such a shithead. I have no idea why I love you. Can we just get to 
the bar now?" 
   Kristy defiantly crossed her arms over her bouncing tits as we walked 
from our car to the front door of the club. Nobody was waiting outside, but 
once we stepped through the door, there were about 25 people in line to pay 
the cover. It took us about 5 minutes to get to the front of the line and I 
got a big kick out of watching most of the guys, some with really hot 
dates, try to stare down Kristy. She kept her arms crossed until she had to 
pull her fake ID from her purse. We paid the cover and walked into the 
club. Both of us peered through the smoke and pulsating lights and finally 
Kristy spotted our friends at a table on the other side of the dance floor, 
near the back wall. Kristy must have forgotten her predicament momentarily, 
because once she recognized Tina, she began to wave and kind of ran over to 
the table as best she could in her 4 inch heels. 
   She was a little out of breath when we got to the table. The girls 
hugged each other as they always did and then we were introduced to Jake, 
Tina's new love. While the formalities were going on, I noticed that Tina 
was wearing skin tight capri pants that looked like aluminum foil glued to 
her almost flawless body. She was wearing a loose fitting halter top that 
covered her braless tits, but gave them plenty of freedom to bounce around. 
Jill was wearing a pink, silk wraparound dress that was held closed by a 
single rope belt around her waist. The dress fit her perfectly and it 
reminded me of the dress that Kristy had worn for her coming out dinner 2 
weeks earlier. After the introductions and before she sat back down, Jill 
bent over to adjust the strap on her pumps and I caught a glimpse of her 
naked right boob as it dangled freely beneath the flap of her dress. Thank 
God my predictions had been accurate. 
   I didn't have to wait very long for the rest of my theories to be proved 
out as well. Both Tina and Jill made a big deal about Kristy's top right 
away. Tina started first, "Oh Kristy. I love that top. And, I see that you 
decided to let the girls out tonight." 
   Kristy laughed and lit a cigarette. 
   Tina said, "It's about time girl. God you look so hot. Where did you get 
that top?" 
   Then Jill chimed in, "I just love the way it shows off your boobs 
without actually, you know, flopping them out. I want to buy one tomorrow. 
Do they have any other colors?" 
   They talked about Kristy's top for at least 5 more minutes. In the 
process, Kristy became very comfortable with wearing it. When she finally 
returned her attention to me, she smiled a big loving smile and laughed as 
she whispered, "Don't say a word. You were right. But, you're still an 
asshole and a shithead." 
   Then she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "But I still love 
you shithead. Oh, and by the way, thank you." 
   
   For the next hour and a half we had a few drinks, danced to most of the 
songs and basically had a great time. As I glanced around the dance floor, 
Kristy certainly wasn't the only girl showing a lot of skin. I guess I'm 
prejudiced, but I did think that Kristy was the best looking babe out 
there. About 10:30, our friends were still out on the floor, but Kristy and 
I decided to take a break. We were sitting on high bar stools surrounding a 
small table. The table was tall enough so that you could either stand 
around it, or sit on the bar stools. When Kristy hopped up on her bar 
stool, I caught a very brief glimpse of her bare pussy and it was so much 
fun to steal that peak. Then, she spun around on her stool, facing me as I 
sat down. She pulled a cigarette out of her purse and leaned forward for me 
to light it. Then I lit one of my own. She continued to lean forward on her 
elbows with her chin in her palms and began to smoke her cigarette using 
her sexiest and flirtiest smoking techniques. It was no surprise that she 
held my undivided attention and when she exhaled downward, I noticed that 
her nipples were gently brushing against the edge of the table. Of course 
her nipples were rock hard and my cock started to respond accordingly. I 
thought, "God she is so beautiful. I can't believe how lucky I am to have 
Kristy as my girlfriend." 
   I think it was probably 11:30 when I left Kristy to go take a piss. She 
was still sitting on the bar stool smoking a cigarette and looking about as 
hot as I'd ever seen her look. When I returned from the men's room, I saw a 
guy that looked to be about my size, leaning against our table only inches 
from Kristy. I slowed down a bit to figure out what was happening. I could 
tell from his body language that he was trying to either pick Kristy up or 
get her to dance. I could also tell from Kristy's body language that she 
didn't want any part of his attention. Instead of smoking her cigarette 
sexily, she now used it as a buffer between herself and this guy. She even 
blew a lung full of smoke into his face, but this didn't deter him a bit. I 
stepped forward and tapped the guy on the shoulder. He turned his head 
slightly. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments and then he went right 
back to pestering Kristy for a dance. For the next thirty seconds he 
completely ignored me and this made my blood begin to boil. His slurring 
voice indicated that he was bombed and this made the situation more tense 
and unpredictable. The look on Kristy's face started to become one of fear. 
This guy was beginning to scare her and I just couldn't tolerate that. 
   I grabbed the guy by the shoulder and spun him slightly toward me. I 
told him it was time to leave and he basically told me to fuck off. I 
pushed him, trying to get him away from Kristy and he took an off balance 
swing at me. I easily ducked the punch and in a few seconds a couple 
bouncers saw what was happening and grabbed both of us before anything else 
could happen. I immediately backed down, but the other guy struggled and 
all it took was for Kristy to say that he was bothering her and they hauled 
him off in the direction of the door. 
   By now our friends had seen the commotion and had hustled back to the 
table. Kristy and I filled them in with the facts of this brief encounter 
and then one of the bouncers came back. He said that they had tossed the 
drunk out and the bouncer apologized for the jerk's behavior. Then, he 
bought our whole group a drink. All things considered, this little incident 
had worked out quite well. 
   We finished our free drinks and it was now well after midnight. Our 
friends still wanted to party, but I had to be up by 6:30, so Kristy and I 
said our goodbyes and left. We stepped outside onto the brightly lit 
sidewalk and headed toward the parking lot. As soon as Kristy and I stepped 
past the corner of the building WHAM! I was totally sucker punched. As I 
stumbled backwards, the pain on the right side of my face was intense, but 
I didn't pass out I quickly recognized that the punch came from the same 
asshole that had been bothering Kristy an hour before. He lunged at me 
again and this time I ducked. As his arm went by my face, I slugged him in 
the gut and he more or less collapsed against the brick wall. Kristy began 
to scream for help. I cocked my right arm and swung towards his face with 
all the strength I could muster. Despite the fact that he was still drunk, 
he barely ducked this punch and my fist went smashing into the jagged brick 
wall. But, with all the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I didn't feel 
any pain yet. I easily pushed the drunk down onto the ground and started to 
ram his head into the cement. Luckily, two bouncers pulled me off of him 
before I had done any serious damage to his head. I was so enraged. And, 
the scary thing is, in that moment of rage, I think I could have really 
hurt the guy. 
   The bouncers acted like real professionals. They asked me if I would 
like the police called and if I wanted to press charges. I probably should 
have. But, at the time, I just wanted to get home. Kristy was hysterical 
but she quickly calmed down. After calming down for maybe 10 minutes in the 
parking lot, my hand started to throb and Kristy decided that I was in no 
shape to drive, so she grabbed my keys and we hopped into the truck. 
   An interesting thing happened next. I was really a mess. The right side 
of my face was starting to swell and the pressure was pretty painful. My, 
soon to be a full blown black eye was already starting to show. My knuckles 
were swollen and bleeding. I would have thought that, under the 
circumstances, Kristy's mothering instincts would have kicked in and she 
would have tried to mend my wounds. Instead, for the next few minutes, all 
she could talk about was the incident in the club and the brief fight in 
the parking lot. As we bounced along in my truck, she was smoking her 
cigarette and talking as if I wasn't even there! When we stopped at our 
first red light, she paused to lean back and spread her legs open wide. She 
double pumped her cigarette and drew the smoke deep into her lungs. Then, 
she turned to me and said, "God Tom I am sooooo hot. Rub my pussy baby." 
   Now I wondered silently, what had turned Kristy on like this? Was it the 
fight? Or, was it the way I stood up to the asshole in the club? Maybe it 
was the fact that some total stranger had lusted after her to the point 
that he was willing to fight for her? Or, maybe it was the fact that I 
fought for her? At some point I was going to have to find the answer to the 
question, but now was not that time. 
   By the time the light turned green, my left hand was rubbing her cunt 
and I was amazed at how hot and wet it was. This was a very awkward 
position for me because I didn't want to touch her with my bloody right 
hand. After a few more miles, Kristy was slouched lower in the seat, but 
she still managed to do a decent job of driving. At the next red light, she 
fired up another cigarette. This time she let it dangle from her lips and 
after sucking down a nice long drag and blowing the exhale stream out 
around the little white cylinder, she said as she stared straight ahead, 
"Tom, rub my tits. God, I'm so horny. Rub my tits and my pussy at the same 
time." 
   Now, I had to use my mangled right hand. I changed my lean a little and 
began to service my girl with my left hand snaked up under her skirt and my 
right hand squeezing those heavenly tits through her white stretch top. 
Kristy just sighed and moaned with delight. She smoked the entire cigarette 
without ever removing it from her lips. She was totally oblivious to the 
long ashes that dropped onto her tits and my hand. 
   Somehow, she managed to get us back to her house. As soon as she turned 
off the truck, she leaned over and gave me a long tongue kiss. Even though 
she no longer had a lit cigarette going, she had just pumped so much smoke 
into her lungs that this kiss tasted just like a smoky kiss. Unfortunately, 
my face was throbbing so much, I wasn't really able to enjoy it. After a 
few seconds, she broke off the kiss and said, "Oh I so hope my parents 
aren't up. You've made me so hot tonight. I want you to fuck me so bad." 
   The only thing that I could think of saying in reply was "Let's go." 
   
   We must have made a helluva racket searching for Kristy's keys and 
trying to open the front door because within seconds of us actually getting 
through the door, the lights went on. As she descended the stairs Mrs. 
Parker scolded us in a loud whisper. "God you kids are loud. Quiet down. 
Your dad's trying to sleep." 
   Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that all Mrs. Parker was wearing 
was a floor length negligee that was almost see-through in the bright 
light. I thought her figure was excellent for a woman her age. Then, I 
quickly glanced at Kristy and she had a real frightened look on her face. 
When her mother finally joined us seconds later, Mrs. Parker realized that 
this was no ordinary situation. "My God, what has happened to you two? 
Jesus Tom, you're hurt. And, look at you Kristy. You're a mess." 
   Kristy blurted out, "I know mom. I'm sorry." 
   Mrs. Parker immediately took control of the situation. "Come here Tom. 
Step into the light so that I can see you better. My God your hand is a 
bloody mess and your eye looks terrible. Kristy, go into the bathroom and 
get the first aid kit." Kristy rushed into the first floor bathroom which 
was only 10 feet away and returned with a small white box in a matter of 
seconds. 
   "Thank you Kristy. Now while I clean up Tom's wounds, I want you to get 
that top off and get it soaking in the laundry tub." She instructed. 
   "But mom, I'm not wearing a bra!" Kristy protested. 
   Mrs. Parker answered her daughter with a sarcastic edge to her voice. 
"That's rather obvious my dear. But, looking at where the blood stains are 
on your blouse, I believe that Tom already knows that. Now listen baby 
girl, I paid $50 for that top just yesterday and I don't expect you to ruin 
it the first night that you wear it. So you can stop with the modesty act 
and get that thing soaking. After you're done with that, I want you to go 
into the kitchen and hit the start button on the coffee maker. Then, you 
two are going to sit down and tell me the truth about what happened 
tonight." Kristy immediately stepped into the laundry room and after the 
water ran for maybe a minute. Once her top was submerged in the soapy water 
Kristy walked quickly back through the foyer with her arms folded across 
her, now naked, tits and headed into the kitchen. 
   For the next few minutes Mrs. Parker silently cleaned the blood off of 
my right hand. Then she applied butterfly bandages to the open cuts and 
finally she cracked open an ice pack for me to hold over my cheek and eye. 
When she was satisfied that she had done all that she could, we joined 
Kristy who was sitting at the kitchen table with her left arm still 
attempting to conceal her breasts. She nervously held a freshly lit 
cigarette in her right hand and she still had that same frightened look on 
her face. Three full mugs of coffee awaited us. I sat at the head of the 
table with Kristy to my left and Mrs. Parker sat directly across from her 
daughter to my right. "Now I want you to tell me every detail about what 
happened tonight." She demanded as she stared at Kristy. 
   I kind of looked at Kristy and mumbled, "You know, I don't really feel 
much like talking right now. Kristy, can you tell your mom what happened?" 
   Once Kristy launched into the story and her mom started asking numerous 
probing questions, Kristy's nervousness subsided. After a few minutes, 
Kristy realized that we probably weren't in any real trouble with her mom 
and she became animated and excited as she filled her mom in with all the 
juicy details. In the process, she no longer even seemed aware of the fact 
that she was topless. Kristy always gestured with her hands whenever she 
talked and in this emotional setting, she needed both of her hands to get 
this sordid story out. 
   I just sat back and held the ice pack on my throbbing face. I had enough 
presence of mind to realize that I was in the midst of a very strange and 
special moment in my life. It was a moment that would probably never repeat 
itself. In fact, it was almost surreal. I mean, here's my girlfriend, half 
naked, having a very animated conversation with her mother! It was so 
strange and yet, it was so erotic. But, somehow, it seemed perfectly 
innocent at the very same time. Unfortunately, the pain in my face and hand 
kept me from fully appreciating the whole scene. 
   A half hour and 8 fresh cigarette buts in the ashtray later, Kristy had 
told her mother just about everything. The only detail that she left out 
was how I had coerced her into going braless in the first place. I was 
thankful for that. Now it was Mrs. Parker's turn to change the subject. 
"Kristy, I see from the obvious sunburn on your breasts that you've been 
tanning without your top on. What's up with that?" 
   Kristy took a really big drag on her cigarette and after sucking the 
smoke about as deeply into her lungs as she could, she blurted out, "Well 
mom, this is kind of a long story, but basically you know how I've started 
wearing shirts that show a little more cleavage?" 
   Mrs. Parker interrupted by chuckling. "Of course I do darling. It's very 
understandable." Then she added, "And they're all on my credit card." 
   Kristy wasn't laughing. She needed to give her mom a serious answer. 
"Well a couple weeks ago when we were at a party at Tina's, my girlfriends 
were making fun of me because my tan lines were so obvious. So, Tom and I 
have been going to this swimsuit optional beach where I've been trying to 
sunbathe without my top on so that I can get rid of my tan lines." 
   Now Mrs. Parker turned serious. "Kristy, I appreciate you being honest 
with me and I completely understand why this is important to you. But, the 
last thing that I want you to do is to have to sneak around behind my back 
to go to nude beaches just to work on your tan. Listen, we have a nice, 
private and secluded back yard. When your dad is not home, I want you to 
feel free to sunbathe topless right here in the safety of your own home." 
Then, she lightened her tone and chuckled, "But I better never find you two 
fooling around in the Jacuzzi." 
   We both sincerely agreed to her simple rule and Mrs. Parker accepted our 
assurances. Then, she added, "Well you two, it has been a long night and 
I'm going back to bed. I suggest both of you do the same." 
   A few minutes later Kristy walked me to the door while her mom began to 
clean up the kitchen. I took advantage of this brief moment of privacy. As 
I held Kristy close to me, feeling that wonderful sensation of her firm and 
naked boobs pressing into my chest, I whispered. "Kristy this has been such 
a strange night in so many ways." 
   She looked into my eyes and whispered back. "I know love, but I think it 
has been both strange and good at the same time." 
   Our lips locked in a delicious, yet painful good night kiss and minutes 
later, I was on my way home. 
   
   

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