Universal Force of Attraction

This is my story, characters and poems.


Traffic at almost 9 AM was like most big cities, everybody driving like a bat out of hell because they were late and traffic sucked. The drive from her condo to the office usually took half an hour give or take a few minutes. But this morning Sara was heading for the Belly Button Boutique first which was a few miles out of the way. Her best friend Maggie co-owned the store with her mother although her mother was mostly retired. When her mother owned the store she had only sold woman’s undergarments but when Maggie came on board she introduced a much sexier line of hosiery and lingerie plus added things like sex toys, body piercing, a small line of shoes and jewelry. The store tripled in profits the first year Maggie was there and was now the hottest store around.
Sara found a place to park, walked the two and a half blocks to the store and after entering immediately starting looking for Maggie. A sales woman came up to greet Sara and ask if she could help her find anything.
“Hi, I’m actually here to see Maggie, is she in,” Sara inquired.
“Yes she is, let me get her for you. May I tell her your name.”
“Sara.”
The woman thanked Sara and headed for the back room. A few moments later Maggie came running through the store with a big smile on her face. They greeted each other, complained about not seeing each other nearly enough, it had been a few months, and traded small talk as they walked towards the back of the store.
“You changed your hair color again, no surprise I guess” Sara said as she fluffed through the back of Maggie’s hair.
“Yeah a couple of weeks ago, gotta keep those boys guessing you know. Jake likes this color the best,” Maggie said, then cupped her hand to her mouth and whispered to Sara, “I think his dick gets harder when it’s auburn,” she snickered.
They both laughed out loud, Sara giving Maggie a slap on the shoulder. Maggie was referring to her long time boyfriend, Jake Trembel, whom she had been dating since junior year. Jake was six years older than Maggie, so at seventeen and a junior in high school, Maggie’s parents were not to happy that she was dating a twenty three year old and especially since he owned a dance bar called, Shout it Out. There were frequent fights with her parents and Maggie had even come to live with Sara at her parents home for three months during one of them when they were seniors. But in time everything worked out. Maggie’s parents accepted her choice and actually her mother and her became closer.
“Sara, you’re looking hot today. The dress, your hair, that body, those legs, whew, where are you headed, you look like you’re going somewhere to model.”
“You know I was feeling pretty darn sexy this morning so I decided to play the part. Actually my plans were to come here, visit with you, go to work for a while and then take you out to dinner and hang out with you tonight. Do you have any other plans?” Sara asked.
“No, not at all. I was just planning to go up to Shout,” she said, referring to Jake’s bar, “but we can go anywhere. Jake will want me to come up there to see him, but we can just stop in if you don’t mind , then it’s party time for the girls tonight.” Maggie swirled her hips around a few times, holding her hands in the air. Sara follow it with the same. They both laughed out loud causing some of the customers to glance over.
“Well your dressed for some action,” Maggie pointed towards Sara, “I’ve got to find something to wear so all the guys aren’t just climbing all over you tonight.”
“Maggie that hair of yours is like an aphrodisiac for guys, one look at you and they’ll forget all about what you’re wearing.”
“That’s the idea girl,” Maggie busted out laughing again.

Maggie had changed her hair color quite frequently. Sara used to joke with her that Maggie’s hair was going to fall out one day from all the chemicals. That didn’t stop her though. She loved the different looks and with the store she was a constant model for what she was selling. Changing her look frequently helped her sell her products better she believed. But the auburn hair on her made her look not even approachable. She was absolutely gorgeous. Maggie always had been very pretty and had done some modeling in high school for a local radio station and then a brief stint for a lingerie store after high school before joining her mother at the Belly Button Boutique. She was model material for sure. She stood about two inches taller than Sara, long shapely legs, a 35 inch tightly packed chest, darker skinned, her hair was a rich auburn color just below the shoulders, naturally, she had beautiful jet black hair. Her hazel eyes, small thin nose, chiseled cheek bones and full lips were mesmerizing. She had met Jake while modeling at the radio station while he was doing a promotion for his bar. They hit it off immediately. Jake wasn’t perfect though. Numerous times he cheated on Maggie, he called them his, heat of passion mistakes, most of them occurring at the bar, but Maggie continued to date him. He was fun, she got into the bar for free and he was wealthy, so they traveled frequently. He was quite a catch himself. Muscular frame, tanned skin, long shoulder length dark hair, unshaven scruffy face, probably at least six feet tall with brown eyes. He was very popular in town. Everybody knew him as the owner of Shout It Out plus saw and heard his commercials on local TV and radio. He drove around in a variety of sports cars that never were empty of friends especially women. Maggie had told Sara more than once that he wasn’t marriage material, so the cheating didn’t bother her, just between them. She put on a good show for him, screaming and bitching when he did something wrong, but then forgave him. After the first couple of times Jake cheated on her, she decided that fucking other guys was ok for her as well. As far as she knew Jake never found out about any of them.

Sara and Maggie walked through the store checking out the latest line that she had on display. Maggie was always so excited to have Sara try on several different things because Sara‘s body was perfect for most of what she carried. And Maggie was a great saleswoman, because Sara always walked out dropping a few hundred dollars, discounted of course, before she left. This time would be no different.

As they walked the aisles, Sara happened to see one of her poems, The Belly Button Boutique, which was also the name of the store, on Maggie’s wall, framed in large bold print. Sara had written the poem for Maggie after she changed things in the store. Maggie was so happy with the poem because it captured everything the store was about. Maggie told Sara that it was going to be the store slogan one day. Sara tapped Maggie on the shoulder, “when did you do that,” pointing at the large framed poem above the cash register stations.
“I just put that up this week. What do you think? Do you like it? I had the poem blown up to fit the frame so everyone could read it. I love it, it’s perfect for the store. I‘ve gotten numerous comments on it. I tell everyone my best friend wrote it. You didn‘t know you were famous did you?” Maggie had a huge smile on her face, “and it reminds me of you every time I read it.”
“Awe, that’s so sweet, Mag’s, it looks great in a frame. I had so much fun writing that, it’s so you and this place.”
Sara started to read it out loud and Maggie joined in,
“At this boutique we get it done
How you wear it is half the fun
Pearls, pins, diamonds and rings
Don’t forget the edible things,
Pierce the nose
Fishnet hose
Hang it, post it
Wear it on the toes
Eyebrows, lips, nips and folds
Naked, silver, bronze or gold’s
Tongue and cheek
And all things sheik
We tie it, wet it and help it in
If it’s your choice of pleasured sin.”

Both of them busted out laughing as everyone in the store heard them reciting it together. They got some applause from a few of the clerk’s and customers, now blushing and still giggling, they resumed the hunt for clothes. They filled Sara’s arms with some things, Maggie grabbed some as well and they went back to her office to try them on. Sara slipped out of her dress, leaving her shoes on, and stood there waiting for Maggie to hand her something. She was naked except for her light blue lace thong.
“Remember when you talked me into buying this,” Sara asked, “this is the first time I’ve actually worn it,”
Maggie turned around, and raise her eyebrows as she caught all of Sara standing there. “Damn Sara you are hot,” was all Maggie could say, putting as much emphasis on her words as possible without trying to sound turned on. But that was hard to do. Maggie had been with a few women, but none recently. She did however prefer the heterosexual way, so never really looked for an encounter with other women, but there hadn’t been any women lately who were as sexy as Sara was, standing in front of her naked, or this close to it. She felt aroused but was embarrassed to show it. Sara was her best friend. ‘How would she react?’ she thought quickly. She looked Sara up and down.
“Here put these on,” Maggie held out a lime green bra and thong for Sara to put on. She turned away to look through the other things they’d picked out. Sara slipped out of her thong and put on what Maggie had given to her. She walked over to the mirror, put her hands on her hips and turned a few times looking at the fit.
“Why is this the first time for the blue thong. I thought you liked it when you bought it.”
“ I did, but I felt uncomfortable wearing it,” Sara remembering all the hair that used to stick out around it.
“And why does it feel better now?” Maggie asked.
“How do you like this one,” Sara turned and posed for Maggie, changing the conversation. Maggie turned around.
“Oh my god Sara that is just about the sexiest bra and panty I have ever seen on anybody. If I were a guy I’d do you right here. If you wear that combo, you better plan on getting laid.” They both laughed and continued on, Maggie handing Sara other things to try on, Sara posing in some sexy stance, both laughing and admiring how Sara looked in each of them and then taking them off to try something else. After the last piece was taken off and before Sara could get her blue thong on Maggie had turned around to watch Sara get dressed.
“Oh my god, when did you start shaving, Sara? I didn’t know you did that,” Maggie said with her eyes fixated on Sara’s crotch. “it looks awesome shaved, sexier, forbidden almost to even look at you.”
Sara looked down as well, slightly stroking her clit with a few brief hand movements.
It’s only been this way for a couple of days. It’s the weirdest thing Maggie, I feel sexier, more erotic, exotic. I feel like I look better in everything I wear. I feel hornier than I’ve ever felt before. I feel like my body is changing into something I can‘t control. I can’t explain it,” Sara suspecting her posting the poems had something to do with it, but not revealing that just yet, “ I take it you don’t shave yours then.”
“Not completely, I leave a little hidden. But you, you are beautiful that way, I guess I never thought about it, shaving it totally. Your whole body is completely smooth now. It’s so, so sexy looking Sara.”
Maggie was staring. At all of Sara. Her smooth shapely body, her shaved pussy, her long curly blond hair that came down in front of her shoulders, past her breasts, her legs in heels. Maggie was getting aroused. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. Sara was uncomfortable just standing there naked while Maggie stared at her. She reached over to the chair to grab her panties and slid them on.
“Don’t get dressed yet,” Maggie requested.
Sara looked up at Maggie a little perplexed.
“Why is there more to try on,” Sara questioned.
“No, hold on a minute,” Maggie said as she walked over to Sara, turned her around to face the mirror and stood behind her. Maggie placed her hands on Sara’s hips.
“Look at you Sara, you have such a beautiful body,” Maggie reached up and took some of Sara’s hair and placed it over her shoulders so that they partially hid Sara’s breasts. “Your breasts are firm,” Maggie slowly and softly placed her hands under Sara’s breasts, cupping them in her hands. Sara sucked in air through her mouth and let out a quiet surprised gasp. “Your curves are sexy and sensuous,” Maggie kissed at the top of Sara’s shoulder and moved her hands down Sara’s sides, over her hips, around onto her ass and then to her flat stomach. Sara had closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto Maggie‘s shoulder, “your thighs are smooth, and your clit,” Maggie slid her hands under Sara’s panties and onto her clit, “is shaved and wet.” Sara couldn’t speak, hear or move, her senses were blurred or all of them firing at once, she didn’t know, she just wanted to concentrate on what she was feeling. Sara felt like she was floating as fingers worked in and around her wet hole, dipping into her, rubbing over her lips and clit so gently. She had no idea that it was Maggie touching her anymore. Maggie worked her way around and knelt in front of Sara’s crotch. She pulled Sara’s thong down onto her thighs. Then placed her hands on Sara’s hips, leaned forward and lightly touched the tip of her tongue to Sara’s clit. She repeated this several times, each time Sara let out a moan that grew in volume. Sara could feel her thong being lowered down to her ankles and slipped over one shoe. She placed her hands on the head in front of her and guided it into her pussy. She felt the rushing streams of orgasm build in her loins. The texture of the tongue and the way it moved inside her was fantastic. She felt flushed, almost as if she could collapse. Her legs weakened, her heart raced, and then her hips bucked wildly from the orgasm that released itself. She felt her juices flow out of her, like it was draining her of any power she had in her body. As Maggie lapped up the remaining juices, Sara’s head dipped forward and Maggie could feel Sara’s body going limp and wobbly. She stood up and caught Sara as she collapsed into Maggie’s arms. Maggie held her best friend in her arms for a few moments, feeling Sara’s breasts pressing against her, then softly called Sara‘s name. Sara groggily open her eyes and was surprised to be in Maggie’s arms. She slowly surveyed the room, regaining her strength, she took a step back, remembering now that Maggie was the one who had brought her to such an amazing orgasm. She giggled at Maggie, putting her hand over her own mouth and opening her eyes wide in shock, then the two of them busted out laughing. Sara couldn’t believe what just took place. That was the first time she had ever had sex with a woman. And it was great. She was glad it was Maggie, otherwise she might feel completely embarrassed. There was a knock on the office door. One of the sales women had a client that needed Maggie’s attention.
“This isn’t finished yet Sara, you owe me, but it’ll have to wait for another time.” Maggie said, still with a big grin on her face. “I’ll be right out,” hollering through the door, then looking at Sara, “I’d better clean your juices off my face, otherwise I’ll have customers asking me if they can purchase the perfume I’m wearing,” Maggie said jokingly, making her way towards the bathroom.
Sara blushed, “Maggie I’ve never been with a woman, this is the first time. I, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“You’ll know what to do, just do what you think you’d like done to you. You’ll see, you’ll be fine. Don’t think about it right now. Just get yourself dressed, I have to go help out there. Your new stuff is on the table. Grab it and bring it out and I’ll ring you up.”

Sara gathered herself together, re-dressed, slipping on the lime green thong instead of the damp blue one and went into the bathroom to primp herself. She was amazed at what Maggie had done to her, the way she had made her feel. She still felt weak and her faced was still slightly flushed. She grabbed the clothes on the table and headed out into the store. After Maggie rang her up, they made plans to meet at Million Dollar Baby, a restaurant only a few miles way, at 7:30.