It's been a good while, but I've finally finished the next chapter to this story. For those who haven't read the previous chapters (or who have simply forgotten what happened), you should start by reading PogueMahone's original story at http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin/20608/The-Interview
and then read the first chapter of my continuation at http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JestInPieces/20730/The-Interview-unofficial-continuation
All caught up? Then I hope you enjoy this next installment in the series. For those who enjoy audiovisual aids, you might want to play the following video when Carissa turns on her iPod, since it served as the inspiration for the scene that follows: http://www.eporner.com/hd-porn/vdNDWKtz8Ou/-Braless-Radar-Love/
As always, any and all feedback, criticism, etc. is appreciated.
Chapter 13: The Gift
Sally had only been back at her desk for around 15 minutes when there was another knock on the door.
“Sally? Are you in here?” came the voice of Carissa from outside.
Sally looked down at her taped-up stomach. Not wanting to spoil the surprise just yet, she frantically looked around her for her clothes. “Uh, yeah, sure, just a sec!” she yelled. She spotted the discarded clothes in a corner, diving toward them and fishing her black t-shirt out of the pile. “Come in!” she said as she threw it over head and yanked it down. The door opened as she got to her feet and her transparent-headed lover stepped into the office.
“Hi. I just came to see if you were okay. I realize that in getting payback we… may have gone a little overboard. If you want, I can ask the various department heads to give back–”
Sally walked up to her and interrupted her by putting her index finger against the older woman’s lips. When Carissa stopped talking she removed it and gave her girlfriend a quick kiss.
“Shush. As I told Leia when she
came by to apologize, I’m perfectly fine. I had fun, actually. So stop worrying about me, alright? We agreed we were going to be the craziest girls around, so this is just par for the course.” She hugged Carissa and gave her another peck on the lips as she dropped her hands down to the woman’s ass and gave it a squeeze.
Carissa gave a relieved smile and mirrored the younger girl’s actions by cupping the girl’s bare butt and squeezing. She tilted her see-through head. “What’s with the t-shirt?” she asked, “Or, alternatively, the lack of pants?”
Sally only hesitated for an instant before giving a pretty good approximation of a nonchalant shrug. “Oh, it was a tiny bit chilly in here but I still wanted to be able to masturbate.”
The older woman chuckled. “Why am I not surprised? However, I still want to give you a little present to make up for what we did to you today.”
Sally’s eyes lit up. “You didn’t have to, but I’m not going to say no to a free present, am I? So where is it?”
“Patience, young grasshopper,” Carissa laughed, “it’s not ready yet. Why don’t you come by my house on Saturday and I’ll give you your present then.”
“What? But that’s three days away!” Sally said, putting on an exaggerated pouty face. “What am I going to do with myself until then?”
“Oh, I’m sure
you’ll think of something,” the older woman said as she slid the fingers of her right hand between Sally’s legs and slipped her middle finger into her folds. She rubbed it back and forth for a bit before pulling back her hands and exiting the office. As she crossed the threshold she stopped and turned her head. “Oh, and wear something sexy,” she said before walking off.
The rest of the week passed agonizingly slowly; Sally’s curiosity was almost killing her. To make things worse, Carissa had other appointments every night, which meant the girl had to entertain herself. This wasn’t too difficult now that she could suck her own nipples and fellate her uterus. She even tried shoving her brain in there a few times, but try as she might she couldn’t stretch her cervix wide enough.
Saturday morning found her lying in bed, shutting her eyes against the sunlight streaming through the blinds until she remembered what day it was. She practically leaped out of bed, established a new personal record for quickest shower and practically inhaled her cereal, not even bothering to use Carissa’s head but opting for a plain old bowl instead.
Standing in front of her closet, a few water drops still trailing their way down her skin, she considered her clothing options. “Let’s see, something sexy…” she muttered to herself. She pulled out a sling bikini, untangling the strings of the glorified dental floss outfit. It was sexy alright, but a quick look at the overcast, drizzly fall weather outside made her reconsider. She would like to get to Carissa without a severe case of pneumonia. Besides, one of the key components in keeping a sling bikini in place was a firm set of tits and well… she pushed on her chest with one finger, creating a giant dent in the front of her torso, which was only being held together by duct tape. “Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said, wadding up the garment and putting it back until summer. Her favourite pair of lacy black lingerie was rejected for the same reason. Looking down at her concave body, Sally decided she might as well remove the tape now. No use wasting time doing that once she and Carissa got down to business. Using her nails to pull up the ends of the duct tape, she slowly peeled off the two horizontal grey strips followed by the vertical one. She folded back the two loose flaps of skin, using her tits to more or less keep them wedged behind the metal rod serving as her spine.
Of course, she’d need to wear something that would hide her missing rib cage and spine. She dug through her wardrobe for a bit until she found something that would work: a light grey cowl neck sweater dress. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and raised them high up in the air, letting the sweater slide down her arms and over her head. Once the hem cleared her shoulders, the bottom half pretty much fell straight down, her almost entirely absent midsection not providing anything in the way of friction. After a bit of shimmying with her hips she managed to guide it down to her mid-thigh, about five inches below her pussy. Of course, the outfit wasn’t complete with the matching pair of light grey thigh-high cable-knit socks. She sat down on her bed and raised her left leg, slowly pulling a sock past her ankle, across her calf and past her knee until the top edge was a mere three inches or so below the hem of the sweater dress. She repeated the process for her other leg, stretching it high in the air as she did so, which lifted up the dress far enough to get a few glimpses of her pussy. She stood up, debating whether or not to go commando, but it did look rather chilly outside. She settled on a wine red thong and put it on, eyeing herself critically in the mirror.
She adjusted the dress a little to smooth it out and turned her body to judge her appearance from multiple angles. Her flat chest was a little disappointing, but that couldn’t be helped right now. Regardless, Sally thought she looked pretty damn hot. Grabbing her phone off the night stand, she sent a quick text to Carissa.
SallyMorning babe. You up yet?
CarissaYeah. I figured you wouldn’t be able to wait for your present :)
SallyI have no idea what you’re talking about ;)On an entirely unrelated note: can I come over yet?
CarissaI finished setting everything up a few minutes ago, so you can come by whenever you want
SallyStepping out of the door nowSee you in about 20 minutes
Since her sweater dress didn’t have any pockets, Sally dropped the phone into her empty skull and stepped out into the hall, stopping only long enough to put on some shoes and grab her car keys and baseball cap.
The drive over to Carissa’s was uneventful, and far too long as far as Sally was concerned. She quickly parked her car and rang the bell to her girlfriend’s apartment.
“Good morning, honey,” the older woman’s voice came through the speaker. “Come on u– wait, is that a baseball cap? I seem to recall telling you to wear something sexy. Please tell me you’re not wearing a jock strap or something.”
Sally rolled her eyes. “Of course I am. And I’m all sweaty from running around a big field and hitting a ball with a stick, so I hope that turns you on as much as it does me. Come on Carissa, give me a little
more credit than that. This is just to prevent people seeing my head. Or lack thereof.”
“Don’t want people to know you’re just an airhead, huh?”
“Wow,” laughed Sally, “I thought I was coming here to get my present; if I’d known you were just going to insult me, I’d have stayed home.”
“Oh, you know I’m only teasing you,” said Carissa as she buzzed the girl in. “Now get your cute ass up here and I’ll give you your present.”
Sally took the elevator up and knocked on Carissa’s door. When it opened, her mouth fell open a little. Carissa was wearing a tight-fitting black long-sleeve crop top that left most of her stomach exposed, ending around midway between her belly button and her ample breasts, which were hugged in all the right places by the taut fabric. Two small bumps poking out were a tell-tale sign she wasn’t wearing a bra. Beneath it, she wore a black miniskirt that, at a mere 4½ inches high, was more like an oversized belt than a proper skirt. And she clearly wasn’t wearing any panties underneath it: Carissa had pulled it down low enough to reveal the top of her pubic mound.
“Ya-huh?” the younger girl said distractedly.
“I… wha– oh.” Sally closed her mouth and wiped off her chin.
“Now, instead of ogling me why don’t you come inside…” she said, grabbing Sally’s collar and gently pulling her into the hallway before shutting the door, “take off that silly cap…” She grabbed the baseball cap by the bill, pulled it off of Sally’s head and, with a flick of her wrist, sent it sailing through the hallway into her living room, where it skidded to a halt on the floor. “…and follow me.” Still holding Sally’s collar, Carissa pulled her into the bedroom and backed her up until she bumped into the bed. After pulling her in for a kiss, she pushed the younger girl back onto the bed.
“When I was a little girl,” Carissa said as she turned around and walked over to the dresser against the wall, “my favourite part about getting a present was never the gift itself. It was the anticipation. The months before birthdays spent tweaking my wish list. Getting up early on Christmas morning and seeing the presents under the tree. Tearing off the wrapping paper. Sure, the gift itself was nice and all, but half the fun was in the time leading up to it. So with that in mind, I figured I’d put on a little pre-gift show.” She picked up her iPod from its cradle on the dresser and started navigating through the menus to pick out a song. Sally quickly kicked off her shoes and leaned back to place her phone on the nightstand, never taking her eyes off her girlfriend’s ass. As Carissa placed the iPod back into its cradle, guitar music came from the speakers.
The older woman turned back towards Sally, grabbed her boobs in both hands and jiggled them around as she opened her mouth a little. Her plastic head didn’t allow for much expression, but Sally knew this was supposed to be a big smile. Carissa lowered her hands, but kept shaking her torso, making her ample bosom bounce from side to side beneath her top. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up until just below the edge of her areola, revealing a generous amount of underboob. She stared pointedly at Sally as she caressed the bottoms of her breasts before letting go and shaking them again. One rock-hard nipple managed to peek out below the edge of the shirt, but Carissa was swift to pull the hem back down.
The guitar music made way for a drum solo and Carissa started dancing, snapping her fingers and enthusiastically shaking her hips from side to side, causing her boobs to swing about wildly. Sally’s gaze was magnetically fixed to them, following each bump and bounce beneath the black cloth, which was starting to ride up a little with all the movement. A male voice joined in with the drum solo.I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel.
The line was followed by a few bars of guitar music, and the younger girl burst out laughing when Carissa started playing air guitar to accompany it, moving her upper body to keep her tits jumping around.There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
Once again the woman in black played her pretend guitar, and Sally had to admit she was giving a pretty good performance, although she was having a difficult time focusing on it: between Carissa’s big breasts which were wriggling beneath her top as if they had a life of their own, her by now completely exposed belly and the occasional fleeting glimpses of her pussy when her miniskirt flew up, there was a lot of competition for attention.It’s my baby callin’, says I need you hereAnd it’s a half past four and I’m shiftin’ gear
The air guitar loop was followed by an air drum solo as Carissa waved her arms up and down wildly. Sally would have loved to join in the joyful dancing, but since this was supposed to be a show she remained seated. Perhaps some other time.When she is lonely and the longing gets too muchShe sends a cable comin’ in from aboveDon’t need no phone at allWe’ve got a thing that’s called radar love
As the chorus started, Carissa pulled her top up all the way, freeing her breasts to jiggle around even more wildly. She walked over to Sally and leaned down until her tits from the younger girl’s face, giving her more than an eyeful.We’ve got a wave in the air, radar love
Sally couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch them, but Carissa gently grabbed her hand and pushed it back down before walking back to the dresser, pulling down her top before grabbing the zipper at the back of her skirt and sliding it down as the second verse started.The radio is playing some forgotten songBrenda Lee’s comin’ on strong
She started wiggling her hips again, causing her miniskirt to slide down a fraction of an inch at a time.The road has got me hypnotizedAnd I’m speedin’ into a new sunrise
Once the skirt had cleared the middle of her thighs, it swiftly fell to the ground. Carissa stepped out of it, spread her legs and, still with her back to Sally bent down until her head almost touched the floor, giving Sally an unobstructed view of the woman’s pussy, which was more than a little wet.When I get lonely and I’m sure I’ve had enoughShe sends her comfort comin’ in from above
Carissa reached out with one arm and plunged it into her pussy in one quick motion, almost up to the elbow. When she withdrew it, it was followed by a pink balloon, connected to her pussy by a tube of the same colour. There were two little holes in the bottom of the balloon. She stood back up and turned around in time for the chorus.We don’t need no letter at allWe’ve got a thing that’s called radar loveWe’ve got a light in the sky, radar love
The prolapsed womb jumped around even more wildly than her breasts when Carissa resumed her dancing, snapping her fingers and waving her arms with cheerful abandon. Sally relished seeing this side of her. Sure, she had seen the normally calm and collected businesswoman lose her composure in a screaming orgasm more than a few times, but this silly side of her was a new discovery. Sally would have to try to bring it out more often.No more speed, I’m almost thereGotta keep cool now, gotta take careLast car to pass, here I go
The music had slowed down for the next verse, as had Carissa’s dancing. She looked down, twisting her hips and moving her arms slowly back and forth. Pulling her top up once more, she made her way back to the bed step by step, slowly rocking her boobs left and right.And the line of cars drove down real slowAnd the radio played that forgotten songBrenda Lee’s comin’ on strong
She put one foot on the bed next to Sally and reached down to her dangling uterus. Holding it in place with her right hand, she inserted the index and middle finger of her left hand into her left fallopian tube, stretching it a good inch and a half wide. The thumb and forefinger of her right hand followed suit, and soon emerged clutching the ovary. When she released her fingers the hole quickly shrank back to its natural size, leaving the elliptical ball hanging about an inch below the opening.And the newsman sang his same songOh one more radar lover gone
Her right ovary was extracted in the same fashion, putting the entire inside of her reproductive system on display right in front of Sally’s eyes. When the music picked back up she lowered her foot back down to the floor and started dancing again, keeping her legs spread to give the insides of her vagina room to move about.When I get lonely and I’m sure I’ve had enoughShe sends her comfort comin’ in from above
Carissa grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off completely, leaving her completely naked as she tossed the garment into a corner.We don’t need no letter at allWe’ve got a thing that’s called radar loveWe’ve got a light in the sky
Sally watched in trance as her girlfriend gave it her all for the finale, dancing even more energetically than before. Every part of her moved around to the beat: her arms were swinging above her head, her boobs at times bounced up to shoulder height and her womb and ovaries were doing a highly intricate dance of their own.We’ve got a thing that’s called radar loveWe’ve got a thing that’s called radar love