Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

Anne then picked up a vibrator, about nine Inches long, with a fitting sleeve that was a perfect plasticized replica of a man's cock. There was an empty cardboard package beside it. She held it up sideways for Silke to read: Vibra-Dong, it said. Again Silke nodded. The German girl had moved slightly ahead and already discovered a rack of dildos with straps attached. She selected one and added it to their haul.

It was then that they came upon the section of "Erotic Lingerie and Lounging Wear." Silke chose lace-trimmed panties and a half-cup bra in a soft, slinky fabric. Basic black is always best, she thought. Now it was Anne's turn to nod in agreement. She chuckled underneath her breath as she selected a pair of sheerest nylon briefs with a delicately ruffled garter belt to match. Anne settled for white and pink bows and trimmings. They were about to turn and walk back to the check-out desk when Anne spotted something which took her immediate fancy, a pair of the tightest fitting crotchless panties in a fiery red.

"I must have these," she said. There was an ad on the wall that caught their eye. It read: Enquire about our special values in Mirraplast, the flexible mirrored material which reflects your true sexuality. Anne bumped the palm of her hand against her forehead: "I'd completely forgotten… "

"What's that?" asked Silke.

"Well, a couple of years' ago… " Anne paused, "… no, I've got a better idea, I'll show you when we get home."

She walked quickly to the cash register. The girl behind the counter served them with the neutral aggression of professional courtesy.

Once, they were outside the store, Silke asked: "So what's the new idea you're so excited about?"

"Nothing," Anne said, shaking her head to indicate she wanted to drop the subject. She was obviously bubbling with fresh excitement. "I'll tell you all about it when we get back; better still, I'll show it to you. Let's not discuss it now."

The two girls' were almost back at the main exit when Silke remembered. "The magazines! We've forgotten to get the magazines."

Silke went back on her own and picked out six of the raunchiest men's magazines she could find tucked at the very back of the display rack. Two of them were in white plastic shrink wrapping. Must be something- in there we have to be protected against, she thought with mild amusement. The man at the cash register smiled back at her. "They're for my boyfriend… he's in the hospital," she blurted out.

"The pictures in these will give him a relapse," the man replied. Silke paid his and hurried back to where Anne was waiting.

"It must rub off or something," she said to her friend. "I seemed to be almost as embarrassed as you were outside Eve's."

"Embarrassed?" replied Anne, then added honestly, "perhaps I was for a moment. But once you've taken the plunge, it's all rather fun. Let's go home."

"O.K. What about the extra food, though?"

"We can stop at the supermarket on the way back and pick up everything at once." The two girls stepped out into the bright glare of the parking lot, joking together as they walked back to their car.

They were still chuckling over their own daring nearly two hours later as they dumped their hoard of shopping bags on the kitchen table.

"Mmm, I love American cheeseburgers," declared Silke, passing judgment on their lunch. "You ready for another cup of coffee?"

"Sure. You stick the kettle on while I go out to the workshop."

Anne rummaged around the work shed which adjoined the rear of the garage and returned holding up two very strong hooks and an electric drill like so many prizes. "Just what we wanted. I tell you the Westons are equipped for every contingency."

"I somehow doubt your father had quite this in mind," Silke said as she poured the coffee. "Now what was this bright idea which suddenly dawned on you?' Anne put the hooks and the drill on the counter and fished out the large screwdriver she'd tucked in her pocket. "Leave those coffees to cool down and follow me… on second thought, we may as well take these other tools down with us now."

Silke followed Anne downstairs and dumped the things on her coffee table. She obeyed Anne's beckoning finger which summoned her into the bedroom. Anne stood by the dividing wall that separated the bedroom from the lounge. She put her fingers under the heavy gilt frame of the oil painting which decorated the center of the wall.

"One indifferent landscape of the Grand Tetons," Anne announced as she shook at it with her fingers.

The picture remained where it was. "Not hung by a wire in the usual fashion but, rather, screwed to the wall by mounting brackets."

Anne paused in the lecture she was giving in a fake schoolmarm tone. She added in her natural voice: "Here, give me a hand. I can't budge it."

Silke gripped the screwdriver tightly and soon had the two bottom brackets undone.

"You do the rest," she panted.

"O.K., there's only one on top," said Anne. "You hold onto the frame."

She quickly managed to twist the top screw loose; and took over supporting the gilt frame from Silke. "Now, I want you to step back into the middle of the room."

Silke followed the instruction.

"And now… da, da, dum," Anne sang out as she lowered the painting away from the wall.

"A window," gasped Silke. "A one-way window!"

"A one-way mirror," Anne corrected her.

Silke ran out to her living room.

"It is a mirror," she exclaimed, looking at her reflection in the glass inset in the wall above the couch. She ducked back into the bedroom: "And it's a window!"

Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction: "This makes it even better."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"Honestly, I'd completely forgotten," said Anne.

"It only just came back to me."

"Why on earth would your father put that there?" Silke asked with raised eyebrows, as she moved back into the lounge to check on the mirror again.

"It wasn't him, silly," Anne exclaimed. "It was Larry, my brother, who did all the finishing off down here."

"Still, why would Larry put it in?"

I wondered about that at the time. You see I peeked in here when Larry still declared it ‘off-limits' to the rest of the family… he wanted to surprise Mom and Dad with the job all finished. Anyway, I saw this mirror then, and it wasn't until a couple of months later that I heard he'd taken a bet with the rest of the band that he could get inside Mary Jane Moore's pants… "

"Who's she?" Silke called out.

"Oh, she was the dashiest of the cheerleaders… "

"And so he could prove that he wasn't lying, he set this up while he was finishing off the basement?"

"I guess so. I wonder how many fellows were in the audience," said Anne, then changed the subject: "Personally I think he did a great job down here with all this soundproofing, connecting walls, and… "

"and one-way mirrors," Silke finished. She picked up the electric drill.

"Put down that machine at once," came the disembodied order from Anne.

Silke dropped it and looked up with wide staring eyes at the mirror.

"And don't look so surprised."

Silke poked out her tongue at her own reflection.

"It's no good poking your tongue out at me," said Anne.

"Terrific, it works… It really works," Silke said joyfully. "Come on out here-I want to watch."

The two girls traded places and Silke stood behind the mirror-window. From the other room Anne blew her a kiss.

"Thank you," Silke sang out.

"You're welcome," said Anne. "But I can't see if you returned it."

"Take my word for it."

Anne crossed over to the record-player and put on the first album she laid hands on, a collection of Beach Boys golden oldies. She danced round the room.

"Am I in sight all, the time?" she enquired.