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Gaby and Shellie Part 2
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This is the second of three parts to this story. In part I, we introduced
Gaby and Shellie, nineteen year old twins, identical in every way except that
Gaby is a bit better developed. Gaby has run into a problem; she has two
dates for Saturday night, and coaxes her twin into going out with Steve, the
former halfback of their high school football team. They spent the better
part of Part I making Shellie look like Gaby.
The following is a work of fiction, and any similarity between the characters
and events described in this story are purely coincidental.
As always, I welcome your comments and suggestions, either directed to me
directly or posted to alt.sex.stories.d. I will respond to all e-mail.
Enjoy!
GABY AND SHELLIE
Part II
By John Anais
Steve held the door for Shellie as they left her apartment building. They
walked a short distance to a red Camaro. "Wow, Steve, is this yours?"
Shellie exclaimed, barely able to imagine this working-class twenty year old
in a car like this one. "It sure is, Gaby; some of the alumni have plenty of
money and nothing better to do with it," he said with a smile. He opened the
passenger door for Shellie and she got in, feeling Steve's hand on her back
as she slipped into the leather seat.
Steve climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. "I thought we'd go
to Papa Gino's for dinner, then go see a movie," he said as they drove away
from Shellie's house. "Sounds fine to me, Steve," Shellie said, thinking to
herself, good; I won't have to talk too much and both places are pretty dark.
This is going pretty well.
Papa Gino's was a local pizza place, with graffiti on the walls and candles
on the tables. They sat at the table and ordered a large sausage and cheese
pizza and a pitcher of Coke, then Steve took Shellie's hands in his and said,
"so, how are you and Shellie getting along? Haven't killed each other yet, I
see." She laughed, as did he, then he stopped abruptly and just looked into
her eyes.
The rest of the meal was filled with small talk about his experiences in
college football, what he hoped to do after graduation, and catching up with
old names from the past. She became more and more comfortable talking with
Steve. It was like old times, when she would talk with him while Gaby made
herself presentable for him. Sometimes these conversations would last five
minutes, sometimes almost an hour. The look in his eyes was different,
though; it was the look she had seen in his eyes when he looked at Gaby, and
for the first time Shellie began to long for him.
Steve paid the check, and the two of them left for the movie theater. Steve
hadn't really checked to see what was playing, and they found nothing that app
ealed to both of them. Shellie said, "well, how would you like to come back
to my place and watch TV?" She could scarcely believe she had said it. She
thought "oh, great, we'll be there on the couch and Gaby will walk in and
I'll have to try and explain how Shellie developed so nicely."
"I'd really like that," Steve said, looking deep into her eyes.
They went back to the girls' apartment and rode up in the elevator. "Is
everything OK, Gaby? You got quiet all of a sudden," Steve said, putting his
arm around her. "I'm fine," she said, looking up at him and smiling. There
was that look in his eyes again, she thought.
They walked in to the apartment, and Shellie took Steve's coat and hung it in
the closet, then led him into the living room. They sat together on the sofa
and turned on the TV, found some old movie on one of the local stations, then
sat there in the semi-darkness just looking at each other.
Steve's look was beginning to make Shellie nervous. "Penny for your
thoughts," she said, quietly.
"I've got a question for you," he said carefully.
"What?"
"Shellie, was this your idea, or Gaby's?" he said, a wicked grin spreading
across his face.
Shellie was panicking, but did her best to maintain her composure. She
laughed, "what are you talking about? I'm Gaby." Steve grabbed Shellie's
fake boobs and squeezed hard. "No you're not," he said.
"Aw, shit, Steve! Neither one of us thought you'd figure it out," Shellie
said, angry that she'd been talked into it in the first place. "It was
Gaby's idea; she had another date and didn't want to put you off, so she made
me up and dressed me to look like her." Shellie stopped suddenly and wiped
her tears away with the back of her hand. "I should have let her just stew
with it, and now I feel like I hurt you and I didn't want that." She fell
back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, tears running down her face.
"When did you figure it out?"
"The minute I saw you," was his reply. She sat up, incredulous. "The minute
you saw me? But how?"
Steve took her hands and pulled her up beside him. He draped his arm around
her heaving shoulders and drew her close. "You know, Shellie, I can tell the
difference. A lot of other people can't, and I'm sure you thought that I was
like them, but I'm not. I've always been able to tell the difference.
It's so simple, I'm surprised you've never been able to notice."
"How can you tell?" Shellie asked him in a small voice. "Your eyes are a
little greener than hers. It's not so most people can notice, but as much
time as I spent looking into yours in high school, while we talked, when I
was waiting for Gaby, I can tell."
"Then why did you go along with it? If you knew, why did we keep going?"
"I wanted to be sure, for one thing. When you laughed at Papa Gino's I knew
it for sure." He grinned big. "I have always loved that laugh of
yours...(he turned her to face him) and those eyes....(he began to slide his
hand under her sweater) and those little tiny boobs of yours..." Steve's
voice trailed off as he found the hook of her bra and opened it. "Let's get
rid of this ridiculous thing," he said as the cotton fell out, all over the
couch. Shellie slipped the sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor
and Steve put his hands on her nipples, rubbing them with his fingers,
twisting them between thumb and forefinger, then bending down and sucking
first the left, then the right. "I've always wanted to do this, but never
worked up the courage to ask you," he said as Shellie moaned deeply. She
went for his pants; he leaned back on the couch as she opened his fly and
pulled his seven inch cock out. She felt hungry, as though something had
awakened her, and this would be her only relief.
"Oh, God, Shellie, that feels so good!" Steve growled as she tongued the head
of his cock and put it into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base
and pumped her mouth up and down on the shaft, just as she had seen Gaby do
it to Tony. She had never tasted a cock before, never really seen one up
this close, and she knew she wanted it more than anything right now.
"Please, Shellie, let me take off my pants," Steve said as he could feel the
orgasm build inside his groin. As he stood and pulled his pants down,
Shellie kicked off her shoes and took off her pants and panties and lay on
the couch with her legs apart. Steve's cock stood straight up, surrounded by
fiery red hair; his huge balls hung down low. "I want your cock, Steve,"
Shellie said and ran her tongue around her mouth. Her pussy was dripping wet
and ready for him, and Steve mounted her, slipping it in easily. She reached
around the muscular man and grabbed his bottom, forcing him to slide deeper
into her virgin pussy. His cockhead tore through her cherry; the blood
dripped down between her legs as he wedged his entire meat into her.
Steve rocked back and forth, putting his head down to suck on Shellie's rock
hard nipples, moving his cock in and out of her. Shellie soon picked up the
rhythm and began to raise and lower her hips so as to get more and more of
his cock into her. She was insatiable, and Steve knew it.
She screamed loudly as her paroxysm engulfed her. She wrapped her legs
around her lover's thighs and pressed up against him. He was drawing closer
as well, and had a special request--"Shellie, I want to cum on your tits."
She released her grip on him and he sat up, withdrawing his cock from her,
and straddled her at about her waist. He began to jerk himself furiously,
and Shellie tipped her head up to see. A huge stream of Steve's cum spurted
into the air and fell on Shellie's left nipple, followed by a jet which hit
Shellie on the lips. She licked it off of her face as Steve continued to
spasm, covering her right nipple and the area right above her heart. He
ended by putting his cock up to her lips, where she sucked him dry, swallowing
every drop.
Steve began to stroke Shellie's tits, rubbing his cum into her. "Oh, Steve,
that feels so good...." she said. "Makes 'em grow, I heard," he said, and
she responded with her laugh. "I wish," she said.
Steve left about half an hour after that. Shellie was still lying on the
couch, naked, when Gaby returned from her date with Tony, which had been a
total bust.
"Looks like you had fun," Gaby said, a bit cross. Shellie reached down and
picked up Gaby's bra and tossed it to her. "Here's your bra back. I didn't
need it," she said and smiled, then picked herself up off the couch and went
to bed.
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