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12/09/2019
Intro: Final part! Read 1-5 first. Heidi and Pinky revisit the minimart.
Chapter Sixteen: Sleepover
I awoke as Pinky disentangled herself from my arms, where I was spooned against her, and rose from the bed.
“Pinky, you’re not going are you?”
“Just to the bathroom, silly!”
“So, you’ll stay?”
“Yeah, I told my mom, girls’ night might turn into a sleepover!”
I grinned to myself as I waited for her to return to bed. The past hour had been spent consummating our love for each other. Considering it had been my first time with a girl, and Pinky’s first, proper, sexual experience with anyone, I was overwhelmed with how natural and instinctive our lovemaking had been. It was as though we had independently studied the choreography of a dance and were able to perform it together beautifully at first attempt. I looked up to see my new lover’s naked form, framed in the doorway. She stood drinking a glass of water and gazing at me.
“What are we gonna do Heidi?” she asked.
“Well, I was thinking: a late brunch, and then maybe some antiquing?”
“No, I don’t mean this weekend, I mean forever!”
“Ok, seriously, I need to talk to Bill when he gets back on Monday. This is the first time in my life when all the pieces fit together in the way they are supposed to. If you feel only half of what I feel for you, then we are meant to be together. What about Tony?”
“I will tell him after the weekend. He will be fine. We’ve only been going together for three months, and knowing him, he will think it’s cool that I’m dumping him for a woman! If you need more time with Bill it’s ok. Four years is a long time, and you have the apartment. That’s the other thing I’m going to do is move out of my parents’, I love them, but they still treat me like the broken seventeen year old I used to be, and that‘s not who I am anymore”
“Ok, thanks, but I will sort it out with Bill this week. I have to be honest from the start. After Tuesday I will know if I have a job or not, and then we can look at where we’re gonna live. Now come here and kiss me!”
Chapter Seventeen: A new beginning
Bill flew back from his west coast tech seminar on the Monday after the girls’ night weekend. The heart to heart between Bill and myself involved lots of frank talk, lots of tears, and an uneaten take-out pizza which ended up in the bin.
Bill never slept in the apartment again. After spending the first night in a hotel, he moved into Vince and Renee’s home gym above their garage.
Although heartbroken at our break-up (as was I) Bill remained a good, supportive friend to me. Despite the drama of Monday evening, he took me to my HR interview on the Tuesday for which I will always be grateful.
My Tuesday morning showdown with HR turned out to be a complete anti climax. Both Bill and Pinky accompanied me to work to discover my fate. After a nerve wracking half hour wait, I was called in to meet with the HR director. The investigation had concluded. It was decided that the company’s internet policy had not been breached by me sending my explicit material.
The impact statements of my line manager and two fellow secretaries had been taken into account. Both secretaries said that they had not been offended, one going so far as to say that she herself had ‘done worse things at college on spring break!’ My line manager reported that initially he had a hard time convincing his wife that the mailing was unsolicited, but all was ok now, and he bore me no ill will.
It had been decided that I could return to work, but would work under a different line manager to spare embarrassment on either side. My pay was to be backdated.
I returned to the lobby to break the good news to Bill and Pinky. I was so happy and relieved that a month of worry had been lifted in less than an hour! As I saw their expectant faces it struck me that I was facing my old, and my new lover. My past and my future. They were both congratulating me, Bill was beaming and saying “See! I told you it would be ok!” Pinky was hugging and kissing me. I thought Bill had been heroically supportive considering how recent and raw the change in our relationship was. The fact that he had waited with, and shown no resentment to the woman who had cuckolded him, was a testament to his character.
Bill drove us home. Pinky and I sat in the back of the car , holding hands. As we neared home, Bill looked at us in the rear-view mirror and asked “Wanna stop at the park?”
For one crazy moment, I thought he was serious, and felt my tummy tighten, before joining in with the laughter of the other two, as we sailed past the park and continued towards the apartment.
In the parking lot, we sat for a while in Bill’s car. Bill said that if we liked, he would take his name off the lease, and arrange to have Pinky put on instead. We both said, that would be great, if he was sure he was ok with giving up the flat. I offered to repay him for the loan of last month’s money, now that I was getting back pay, but Bill said not to be daft and to use it for Pinky’s moving expenses.
And that was it. Bill kissed me goodbye in the parking lot. He turned to Pinky and in a mock stern voice said “Look after her and don’t let her do anything stupid!”
I asked him if he was going back to the hotel, but he said that Vince had offered to put him up until he sorted out what he was going to do.
We watched him drive off, and Pinky and I turned towards the apartment. “Wow what a day!” I said. “How are we going to celebrate our new life together?” “I’ll give you a clue” laughed Pinky. “It’s gonna involve me sitting on your face!”
Chapter Eighteen: Shopping again
After six months of living together, the apartment began to feel like it was mine and Pinky’s home, rather than mine and Bill’s with Pinky staying there. Bill had U hauled his clothes and personal stuff out and had started his new job in Washington. Pinky had added her personality to the flat with her own stuff and the things we had bought together since her moving in. To further cement our feeling of being a proper couple we had gone to the shelter where Holly and Meg had got Elton and were now the proud parents of a pair of tortoiseshell kittens. A girl and a boy, we of course named them Kate and Leo! Pinky’s parents had at first been understandably worried for her. It had come as a shock to them for their painfully shy, virgin of a daughter to announce that she was in a relationship, and moving in with, another woman. However, after seeing the changes in Pinky’s confidence and her obvious happiness they were glad and were very welcoming to me. I think they were relieved that, in their view, I was relatively normal, and not a massive, tattooed, bull-dyke!
Neither Pinky nor myself had ventured into the mini mart on the corner of our street since our naked shopping adventure in the summer. It had become a running joke between us and Meg and Holly, who often knocked on our door with a carton of milk for us after they had shopped, saying they were taking pity on the ‘fraidy-cats too scared to go to the local store.’
It is amazing what you will do when two small furry creatures are plaintively crying and guilt tripping you. And so it was, that after a heated row between Pinky and I, over who had forgotten to pick up the kibble, a trip to the mini mart at 11:45 on a Sunday night was reluctantly agreed on.
We continued to bicker as we walked across the parking lot. I was trying to reassure Pinky that it would not be the embarrassing nightmare she imagined. “Mr and Mrs Kang might not even work there anymore for all we know! Or they might not remember us, or recognise us with our clothes on! Anyway they both found it funny last time and Mr Kang did say ‘come back any time’ They will probably just be disappointed that we are dressed!”
Pinky did not look convinced, and for the first time for months, apart from when we made love, I saw her face and chest had reddened.
We had reached the mini mart. “Come on then, brave face on!” I pushed open the door, and we stepped into the brightly lit store.
Any doubts about being recognised were dispelled immediately. Mr and Mrs Kang, the young Korean shopkeepers stood behind the service counter exactly as they had six months ago when Pinky and I had taken turns to shop naked in the store.
Mr Kang looked up. “Oh, Miss Naked One and Miss Naked Two, you come back! Why you wait so long? Why you wear clothes? Big shame!
I just grinned at him like an idiot and fumbled to get my money from my purse. Pinky stood next to me with her face radiating enough heat to toast a bagel!
Mr Kang turned to his wife and they began an animated conversation in Korean. They appeared to be arguing about something and his voice became louder, while Mrs Kang’s became higher and more emphatic. I was not sure who had won the argument, but Mrs Kang came out from behind the counter, and shouting a few more shrill words at her husband, walked to the back of the store and disappeared through the bead curtain into what I guessed was the storeroom.
Mr Kang returned his attention to us. “So sorry, my wife very rude. What you want buy?”
“Um where’s the cat food?” asked Pinky. He indicated the shelf on the middle aisle and we selected a sack of kibble and some soft chicken treats as a guilty extra for running out of food in the first place.
I paid, put my change away and was about to leave, when Mr Kang said “You wait one minute” then shouted something in Korean towards the back of the store. Getting no response, he turned to Pinky and myself again. “So sorry. You wait more!” He came from behind the counter and joined Pinky and I in the central aisle. He shouted again. The three of us turned to the back of the store and focused our attention on the bead curtain to the storeroom.
After a pause of what seemed like several minutes, the curtain parted. Mrs Kang stepped from the storeroom, and began to slowly walk up the aisle towards where we stood at the front of the store.
She had combed her long, glossy hair into a high ponytail, which she had set at the top of her head with a hair bobble. This pink scrunchie was now the only thing she was wearing. Apart from this she was completely naked!
“Oh God! I don’t know where to look.” said Pinky.
“I’m pretty sure I do!” I replied.
I could see that Mrs Kang was mortified with embarrassment. She stopped ten feet from us, and stood self consciously, with her arms folded across her chest, concealing her breasts, while illogically leaving her closely trimmed triangle of pubic hair on full display. A single word of Korean from her husband, prompted her to reluctantly drop her arms to her sides, fully revealing her nakedness to us. Pinky and I were stunned. Although about twenty five years old, like many Asian women Mrs Kang was tiny, barely brushing five foot. Her figure was slender and her small, very pointed breasts, were hardly bigger than an A cup. The jet black of the hair on her head was repeated at her mons, contrasting beautifully with her light skin tone.
“My wife very shy, but this make her feel very sexy, she Miss Naked Three now!” smiled Mr Kang. “You want see more?”
Pinky said nothing, just continued to stare at the naked shopkeeper’s body. My mouth felt so dry, I didn’t think I could speak, so I merely nodded instead.
Mr Kang did not even speak this time. He simply made a circling motion in the air with his finger. With a shy look of resignation, Mrs Kang performed a slow pirouette, pausing briefly to show us her backside, before returning to face front.
“She very pretty, yeah? You want see more?”
For a moment, I naively thought “What more can she show us?” But I nodded anyway. The answer to my question soon became apparent when Mr Kang beckoned his wife forward and swiftly lifted her off her feet and sat her on the service counter. We turned towards the counter in time to see her slowly and shyly, open her legs wide apart to display her pale pink clitoral hood and deeper pink labia. Mr Kang spoke to her again, in a softer voice than previously. His request became clear as Mrs Kang hesitantly used her fingertips to spread open her inner lips and show us the inside of her vagina, which was a shade of pink, midway between that of the other two parts of her anatomy and glistened with moisture that threatened to spill from her opening. I looked at Pinky, but she was still transfixed, staring dumbstruck at the sight before us. I glanced, nervously at the door. I was terrified that another customer would come in and catch us watching this very private show. My eyes were drawn back to Mrs Kang as she released the hold on her labia and using the first two fingers of her right hand, began to rub, in a circular motion just above her clitoral hood. Pinky and I stood and stared as Mrs Kang slowly and deliberately brought herself to orgasm, while her husband smiled, proudly beside her. Soon she began to emit some very cute squeaks and moans, before climaxing with a series of shudders so strong that Mr Kang had to reach out and hold her, to prevent her from toppling from the counter. After her orgasm had subsided, she hopped off the counter, spoke to Pinky and I in Korean and bowed. She then ran down the aisle, and we watched her naked ass disappear through the curtain once more.
Mr Kang Translated for us: “My wife say ‘you watch her, make her happy. Make her cum hard’ she say thank you.”
I couldn’t think of what to say other than “Tell her she’s welcome!”
I grabbed Pinky’s arm and headed for the door. Mr Kang shouted “Miss Naked, you forget cat food!” I smiled with embarrassment and grabbed the sack of kibble and the treats. “You cost me money again! Grinned Mr Kang. “Now I have to close early again, my wife wait upstairs!”
“Did that really just happen?” I asked Pinky as we walked home.
“I think we may have dreamed it.” She grinned. “But the wet patch in my underwear says it was real!”
“Right then.” I shifted the sack of kibble to my other arm. “Let’s get home and feed our pussies and then feed our pussies!”
Chapter Nineteen: Update 2019
It has been almost three years since the events of that momentous summer, as described in my dare challenge report and previous updates.
At the risk of feeding the trolls, and reawakening strangers’ prurient interest in my sexual activities, I have decided to give a new update and rundown of where the witnesses and I are at.
Bill:
After four months of sleeping amid Vince’s weights, and boxes of sports clothing, Bill relocated to Seattle having been headhunted for a new position in the tech industry. Shortly after moving, Bill began living with Vicky, who has now been his wife for two years. I latterly discovered that Bill and Vicky had met at the tech seminar while I was back home starting my relationship with Pinky, so what’s sauce for the goose!
I admit that initially I was worried that Bill was on the rebound, and was looking for another partner to
expose and humiliate. I now realise that our situation had been unique and that the dynamic was created mainly by my desires. People look at power-exchange relationships, and assume the dominant partner holds the key. In fact the reverse is true. It is the submissive partner, who by consenting to give up control, enables the relationship. Without this consent it is not a relationship, but merely abuse. Vicky seems to have tamed Bill, especially since the birth of their daughter, six months ago. I no longer live in fear that I will wake up to find Vicky’s vagina in my inbox!
Renee & Vince:
Renee and I remain good friends. Vince misses his best friend and has found it hard since Bill moved away. Renee and Vince’s relationship remains as strong as ever, although he has still not asked her to marry him! Renee says their sex life is still vanilla, and that is just how she likes it. She did admit to me however, that if she ever has trouble reaching orgasm, she only has to picture me licking Pinky’s juices from my vibrator and she cums instantly! It never fails, and makes Vince think he is Superman! (sorry if you are just finding this out, Vince)
Tony:
As predicted, Tony was fine when Pinky ended their relationship. He had already sensed that they were looking for different things. Pinky was also right when she said that Tony would relish being dumped for another woman. He admits that he uses it as a line when dating, and claims to have had some success with it, as an attention grabber and an appeal for sympathy! Tony says his one regret is that he got to witness only my solo dare challenge, and not the joint one between Pinky and myself! Despite his request for a repeat performance having been turned down by both of us, he continues to ask!
Tony and his two roommates (who were also the other two male witnesses at my challenge) still live their semi frat boy lifestyle. Tony still has his job servicing gym equipment, which is how he knows Vince, and came to be invited to witness the dare challenge.
Vince says that after Tony had asked Pinky and his two roommates along he had to tell Tony ‘no more’, lest he invite half of St Paul to watch me get naked!
Meg & Holly:
Sadly, Elton, Meg and Holly’s beloved seal point, passed away last year from kidney failure. He was believed to be about thirteen. The loss of the girls’ pet was tempered by Holly giving birth to their beautiful twin boys (my godsons!) at the beginning of last summer. Conceived with the aid of a vibrator and a turkey-baster full of donated sperm, Meg says the boys’ father is therefore either called Roger or Sears Roebuck!
Holly has returned to her teaching job, while Meg has finally given up her hated, marketing position. She is now a fulltime mom, while working freelance from home, writing film reviews for magazines and cinephile websites.
Mr and Mrs Kang:
The last time I went in the mini mart, Mrs Kang was heavily pregnant. On her tiny frame it looked as though she had swallowed a bowling ball! Presumably one of their early closing nights has paid off !
Heidi and Pinky:
After living together for a year, Pinky and I decided to get married.
We held a joint coming-out and engagement party at the local bar, where Bill and I had held the Bladder Buster challenge. All my dare challenge witnesses attended, and Bill and Vicky flew in from Seattle.
Many beers were drunk, but everyone used the bathroom whenever they needed to, and nobody agreed to do any stupid dares!
The wedding ceremony was performed by Renee’s father, who said that as it seemed that ‘that I-talian’ and his daughter were never going to wed, this might be the closest he was ever going to get!
Both mine and Pinky’s parents attended the wedding. Her mother and father were proud of the confident young woman she had become. My parents were relieved that my lifestyle choices seemed to be heading in a more sensible direction! My brother did not attend. Apparently a lesbian harlot is still a harlot!
Pinky has blossomed beyond all expectation. Last year she stopped working for her father, and managed to persuade him to finance the buyout of her beloved record store. Taking on the management of a second hand music store when the physical format is dying and Ebay is strangling competition, might seem like insanity, but Pinky has a flair for it. Being one of the few stores left seems to work in her favor, and diversifying into selling some musical instruments and even promoting local bands seems to be paying off.
After having returned to my job and remaining there for eighteen months, I applied for and accepted a similar role with a different company in Minneapolis. The slightly longer commute was compensated for by not having colleagues snigger at me as I passed the water cooler. Using Pinky’s family name as my married surname afforded me a degree of anonymity, as did changing my hairstyle from long and mouse to mid-length and rainbow!
When I have been recognised, from having been seen on porn sites, the experience has not always been negative. One young, enthusiastically inebriated, girl, approached me on my hen night at a gay bar in Minneapolis. I was sitting at a table with Renee, Meg and Holly, and Pinky, when she spotted me and squealed “Oh my God! Are you Heidi the Human Fountain?” She then insisted that I sign her breast and assured me that she would get it inked as soon as she could get to the tattoo parlour!
Other than incidents like this I have generally managed to remain under the radar. I occasionally visit the original post on the Truth or Dare Blog, which is still archived, but the comments are usually just people asking for more pics or saying stuff like “does anyone know who she is?” well yes, you dumbass, my real name is on there!
One thing that people have often brought up, is that Bill forcing me to post my Driving Licence online put me in actual danger, as it included my address. I need to make it clear that I had not obeyed the Minnesota law that says you must update your details within thirty days when you move. I was not aware of this law until it was made painfully clear to me with a $105 fine when I eventually renewed my permit. I was however, aware when I posted it, that it showed my former address, before we moved to St Paul. I would like to take the opportunity now, to apologise to the elderly African couple who took over our apartment in Minneapolis, for any strange visitors they may have received!
Three years on, Pinky and I can laugh at most of the things that went down in the summer of 2016. We still find some of it exciting, but have, so far, managed to confine our sexual activities to the bedroom, or at least to one of the rooms in our apartment! As for what the future holds, never say never, but for the present Pinky and I are content, as Renee might say to: ‘keep it vanilla.’
Chapter Sixteen: Sleepover
I awoke as Pinky disentangled herself from my arms, where I was spooned against her, and rose from the bed.
“Pinky, you’re not going are you?”
“Just to the bathroom, silly!”
“So, you’ll stay?”
“Yeah, I told my mom, girls’ night might turn into a sleepover!”
I grinned to myself as I waited for her to return to bed. The past hour had been spent consummating our love for each other. Considering it had been my first time with a girl, and Pinky’s first, proper, sexual experience with anyone, I was overwhelmed with how natural and instinctive our lovemaking had been. It was as though we had independently studied the choreography of a dance and were able to perform it together beautifully at first attempt. I looked up to see my new lover’s naked form, framed in the doorway. She stood drinking a glass of water and gazing at me.
“What are we gonna do Heidi?” she asked.
“Well, I was thinking: a late brunch, and then maybe some antiquing?”
“No, I don’t mean this weekend, I mean forever!”
“Ok, seriously, I need to talk to Bill when he gets back on Monday. This is the first time in my life when all the pieces fit together in the way they are supposed to. If you feel only half of what I feel for you, then we are meant to be together. What about Tony?”
“I will tell him after the weekend. He will be fine. We’ve only been going together for three months, and knowing him, he will think it’s cool that I’m dumping him for a woman! If you need more time with Bill it’s ok. Four years is a long time, and you have the apartment. That’s the other thing I’m going to do is move out of my parents’, I love them, but they still treat me like the broken seventeen year old I used to be, and that‘s not who I am anymore”
“Ok, thanks, but I will sort it out with Bill this week. I have to be honest from the start. After Tuesday I will know if I have a job or not, and then we can look at where we’re gonna live. Now come here and kiss me!”
Chapter Seventeen: A new beginning
Bill flew back from his west coast tech seminar on the Monday after the girls’ night weekend. The heart to heart between Bill and myself involved lots of frank talk, lots of tears, and an uneaten take-out pizza which ended up in the bin.
Bill never slept in the apartment again. After spending the first night in a hotel, he moved into Vince and Renee’s home gym above their garage.
Although heartbroken at our break-up (as was I) Bill remained a good, supportive friend to me. Despite the drama of Monday evening, he took me to my HR interview on the Tuesday for which I will always be grateful.
My Tuesday morning showdown with HR turned out to be a complete anti climax. Both Bill and Pinky accompanied me to work to discover my fate. After a nerve wracking half hour wait, I was called in to meet with the HR director. The investigation had concluded. It was decided that the company’s internet policy had not been breached by me sending my explicit material.
The impact statements of my line manager and two fellow secretaries had been taken into account. Both secretaries said that they had not been offended, one going so far as to say that she herself had ‘done worse things at college on spring break!’ My line manager reported that initially he had a hard time convincing his wife that the mailing was unsolicited, but all was ok now, and he bore me no ill will.
It had been decided that I could return to work, but would work under a different line manager to spare embarrassment on either side. My pay was to be backdated.
I returned to the lobby to break the good news to Bill and Pinky. I was so happy and relieved that a month of worry had been lifted in less than an hour! As I saw their expectant faces it struck me that I was facing my old, and my new lover. My past and my future. They were both congratulating me, Bill was beaming and saying “See! I told you it would be ok!” Pinky was hugging and kissing me. I thought Bill had been heroically supportive considering how recent and raw the change in our relationship was. The fact that he had waited with, and shown no resentment to the woman who had cuckolded him, was a testament to his character.
Bill drove us home. Pinky and I sat in the back of the car , holding hands. As we neared home, Bill looked at us in the rear-view mirror and asked “Wanna stop at the park?”
For one crazy moment, I thought he was serious, and felt my tummy tighten, before joining in with the laughter of the other two, as we sailed past the park and continued towards the apartment.
In the parking lot, we sat for a while in Bill’s car. Bill said that if we liked, he would take his name off the lease, and arrange to have Pinky put on instead. We both said, that would be great, if he was sure he was ok with giving up the flat. I offered to repay him for the loan of last month’s money, now that I was getting back pay, but Bill said not to be daft and to use it for Pinky’s moving expenses.
And that was it. Bill kissed me goodbye in the parking lot. He turned to Pinky and in a mock stern voice said “Look after her and don’t let her do anything stupid!”
I asked him if he was going back to the hotel, but he said that Vince had offered to put him up until he sorted out what he was going to do.
We watched him drive off, and Pinky and I turned towards the apartment. “Wow what a day!” I said. “How are we going to celebrate our new life together?” “I’ll give you a clue” laughed Pinky. “It’s gonna involve me sitting on your face!”
Chapter Eighteen: Shopping again
After six months of living together, the apartment began to feel like it was mine and Pinky’s home, rather than mine and Bill’s with Pinky staying there. Bill had U hauled his clothes and personal stuff out and had started his new job in Washington. Pinky had added her personality to the flat with her own stuff and the things we had bought together since her moving in. To further cement our feeling of being a proper couple we had gone to the shelter where Holly and Meg had got Elton and were now the proud parents of a pair of tortoiseshell kittens. A girl and a boy, we of course named them Kate and Leo! Pinky’s parents had at first been understandably worried for her. It had come as a shock to them for their painfully shy, virgin of a daughter to announce that she was in a relationship, and moving in with, another woman. However, after seeing the changes in Pinky’s confidence and her obvious happiness they were glad and were very welcoming to me. I think they were relieved that, in their view, I was relatively normal, and not a massive, tattooed, bull-dyke!
Neither Pinky nor myself had ventured into the mini mart on the corner of our street since our naked shopping adventure in the summer. It had become a running joke between us and Meg and Holly, who often knocked on our door with a carton of milk for us after they had shopped, saying they were taking pity on the ‘fraidy-cats too scared to go to the local store.’
It is amazing what you will do when two small furry creatures are plaintively crying and guilt tripping you. And so it was, that after a heated row between Pinky and I, over who had forgotten to pick up the kibble, a trip to the mini mart at 11:45 on a Sunday night was reluctantly agreed on.
We continued to bicker as we walked across the parking lot. I was trying to reassure Pinky that it would not be the embarrassing nightmare she imagined. “Mr and Mrs Kang might not even work there anymore for all we know! Or they might not remember us, or recognise us with our clothes on! Anyway they both found it funny last time and Mr Kang did say ‘come back any time’ They will probably just be disappointed that we are dressed!”
Pinky did not look convinced, and for the first time for months, apart from when we made love, I saw her face and chest had reddened.
We had reached the mini mart. “Come on then, brave face on!” I pushed open the door, and we stepped into the brightly lit store.
Any doubts about being recognised were dispelled immediately. Mr and Mrs Kang, the young Korean shopkeepers stood behind the service counter exactly as they had six months ago when Pinky and I had taken turns to shop naked in the store.
Mr Kang looked up. “Oh, Miss Naked One and Miss Naked Two, you come back! Why you wait so long? Why you wear clothes? Big shame!
I just grinned at him like an idiot and fumbled to get my money from my purse. Pinky stood next to me with her face radiating enough heat to toast a bagel!
Mr Kang turned to his wife and they began an animated conversation in Korean. They appeared to be arguing about something and his voice became louder, while Mrs Kang’s became higher and more emphatic. I was not sure who had won the argument, but Mrs Kang came out from behind the counter, and shouting a few more shrill words at her husband, walked to the back of the store and disappeared through the bead curtain into what I guessed was the storeroom.
Mr Kang returned his attention to us. “So sorry, my wife very rude. What you want buy?”
“Um where’s the cat food?” asked Pinky. He indicated the shelf on the middle aisle and we selected a sack of kibble and some soft chicken treats as a guilty extra for running out of food in the first place.
I paid, put my change away and was about to leave, when Mr Kang said “You wait one minute” then shouted something in Korean towards the back of the store. Getting no response, he turned to Pinky and myself again. “So sorry. You wait more!” He came from behind the counter and joined Pinky and I in the central aisle. He shouted again. The three of us turned to the back of the store and focused our attention on the bead curtain to the storeroom.
After a pause of what seemed like several minutes, the curtain parted. Mrs Kang stepped from the storeroom, and began to slowly walk up the aisle towards where we stood at the front of the store.
She had combed her long, glossy hair into a high ponytail, which she had set at the top of her head with a hair bobble. This pink scrunchie was now the only thing she was wearing. Apart from this she was completely naked!
“Oh God! I don’t know where to look.” said Pinky.
“I’m pretty sure I do!” I replied.
I could see that Mrs Kang was mortified with embarrassment. She stopped ten feet from us, and stood self consciously, with her arms folded across her chest, concealing her breasts, while illogically leaving her closely trimmed triangle of pubic hair on full display. A single word of Korean from her husband, prompted her to reluctantly drop her arms to her sides, fully revealing her nakedness to us. Pinky and I were stunned. Although about twenty five years old, like many Asian women Mrs Kang was tiny, barely brushing five foot. Her figure was slender and her small, very pointed breasts, were hardly bigger than an A cup. The jet black of the hair on her head was repeated at her mons, contrasting beautifully with her light skin tone.
“My wife very shy, but this make her feel very sexy, she Miss Naked Three now!” smiled Mr Kang. “You want see more?”
Pinky said nothing, just continued to stare at the naked shopkeeper’s body. My mouth felt so dry, I didn’t think I could speak, so I merely nodded instead.
Mr Kang did not even speak this time. He simply made a circling motion in the air with his finger. With a shy look of resignation, Mrs Kang performed a slow pirouette, pausing briefly to show us her backside, before returning to face front.
“She very pretty, yeah? You want see more?”
For a moment, I naively thought “What more can she show us?” But I nodded anyway. The answer to my question soon became apparent when Mr Kang beckoned his wife forward and swiftly lifted her off her feet and sat her on the service counter. We turned towards the counter in time to see her slowly and shyly, open her legs wide apart to display her pale pink clitoral hood and deeper pink labia. Mr Kang spoke to her again, in a softer voice than previously. His request became clear as Mrs Kang hesitantly used her fingertips to spread open her inner lips and show us the inside of her vagina, which was a shade of pink, midway between that of the other two parts of her anatomy and glistened with moisture that threatened to spill from her opening. I looked at Pinky, but she was still transfixed, staring dumbstruck at the sight before us. I glanced, nervously at the door. I was terrified that another customer would come in and catch us watching this very private show. My eyes were drawn back to Mrs Kang as she released the hold on her labia and using the first two fingers of her right hand, began to rub, in a circular motion just above her clitoral hood. Pinky and I stood and stared as Mrs Kang slowly and deliberately brought herself to orgasm, while her husband smiled, proudly beside her. Soon she began to emit some very cute squeaks and moans, before climaxing with a series of shudders so strong that Mr Kang had to reach out and hold her, to prevent her from toppling from the counter. After her orgasm had subsided, she hopped off the counter, spoke to Pinky and I in Korean and bowed. She then ran down the aisle, and we watched her naked ass disappear through the curtain once more.
Mr Kang Translated for us: “My wife say ‘you watch her, make her happy. Make her cum hard’ she say thank you.”
I couldn’t think of what to say other than “Tell her she’s welcome!”
I grabbed Pinky’s arm and headed for the door. Mr Kang shouted “Miss Naked, you forget cat food!” I smiled with embarrassment and grabbed the sack of kibble and the treats. “You cost me money again! Grinned Mr Kang. “Now I have to close early again, my wife wait upstairs!”
“Did that really just happen?” I asked Pinky as we walked home.
“I think we may have dreamed it.” She grinned. “But the wet patch in my underwear says it was real!”
“Right then.” I shifted the sack of kibble to my other arm. “Let’s get home and feed our pussies and then feed our pussies!”
Chapter Nineteen: Update 2019
It has been almost three years since the events of that momentous summer, as described in my dare challenge report and previous updates.
At the risk of feeding the trolls, and reawakening strangers’ prurient interest in my sexual activities, I have decided to give a new update and rundown of where the witnesses and I are at.
Bill:
After four months of sleeping amid Vince’s weights, and boxes of sports clothing, Bill relocated to Seattle having been headhunted for a new position in the tech industry. Shortly after moving, Bill began living with Vicky, who has now been his wife for two years. I latterly discovered that Bill and Vicky had met at the tech seminar while I was back home starting my relationship with Pinky, so what’s sauce for the goose!
I admit that initially I was worried that Bill was on the rebound, and was looking for another partner to
expose and humiliate. I now realise that our situation had been unique and that the dynamic was created mainly by my desires. People look at power-exchange relationships, and assume the dominant partner holds the key. In fact the reverse is true. It is the submissive partner, who by consenting to give up control, enables the relationship. Without this consent it is not a relationship, but merely abuse. Vicky seems to have tamed Bill, especially since the birth of their daughter, six months ago. I no longer live in fear that I will wake up to find Vicky’s vagina in my inbox!
Renee & Vince:
Renee and I remain good friends. Vince misses his best friend and has found it hard since Bill moved away. Renee and Vince’s relationship remains as strong as ever, although he has still not asked her to marry him! Renee says their sex life is still vanilla, and that is just how she likes it. She did admit to me however, that if she ever has trouble reaching orgasm, she only has to picture me licking Pinky’s juices from my vibrator and she cums instantly! It never fails, and makes Vince think he is Superman! (sorry if you are just finding this out, Vince)
Tony:
As predicted, Tony was fine when Pinky ended their relationship. He had already sensed that they were looking for different things. Pinky was also right when she said that Tony would relish being dumped for another woman. He admits that he uses it as a line when dating, and claims to have had some success with it, as an attention grabber and an appeal for sympathy! Tony says his one regret is that he got to witness only my solo dare challenge, and not the joint one between Pinky and myself! Despite his request for a repeat performance having been turned down by both of us, he continues to ask!
Tony and his two roommates (who were also the other two male witnesses at my challenge) still live their semi frat boy lifestyle. Tony still has his job servicing gym equipment, which is how he knows Vince, and came to be invited to witness the dare challenge.
Vince says that after Tony had asked Pinky and his two roommates along he had to tell Tony ‘no more’, lest he invite half of St Paul to watch me get naked!
Meg & Holly:
Sadly, Elton, Meg and Holly’s beloved seal point, passed away last year from kidney failure. He was believed to be about thirteen. The loss of the girls’ pet was tempered by Holly giving birth to their beautiful twin boys (my godsons!) at the beginning of last summer. Conceived with the aid of a vibrator and a turkey-baster full of donated sperm, Meg says the boys’ father is therefore either called Roger or Sears Roebuck!
Holly has returned to her teaching job, while Meg has finally given up her hated, marketing position. She is now a fulltime mom, while working freelance from home, writing film reviews for magazines and cinephile websites.
Mr and Mrs Kang:
The last time I went in the mini mart, Mrs Kang was heavily pregnant. On her tiny frame it looked as though she had swallowed a bowling ball! Presumably one of their early closing nights has paid off !
Heidi and Pinky:
After living together for a year, Pinky and I decided to get married.
We held a joint coming-out and engagement party at the local bar, where Bill and I had held the Bladder Buster challenge. All my dare challenge witnesses attended, and Bill and Vicky flew in from Seattle.
Many beers were drunk, but everyone used the bathroom whenever they needed to, and nobody agreed to do any stupid dares!
The wedding ceremony was performed by Renee’s father, who said that as it seemed that ‘that I-talian’ and his daughter were never going to wed, this might be the closest he was ever going to get!
Both mine and Pinky’s parents attended the wedding. Her mother and father were proud of the confident young woman she had become. My parents were relieved that my lifestyle choices seemed to be heading in a more sensible direction! My brother did not attend. Apparently a lesbian harlot is still a harlot!
Pinky has blossomed beyond all expectation. Last year she stopped working for her father, and managed to persuade him to finance the buyout of her beloved record store. Taking on the management of a second hand music store when the physical format is dying and Ebay is strangling competition, might seem like insanity, but Pinky has a flair for it. Being one of the few stores left seems to work in her favor, and diversifying into selling some musical instruments and even promoting local bands seems to be paying off.
After having returned to my job and remaining there for eighteen months, I applied for and accepted a similar role with a different company in Minneapolis. The slightly longer commute was compensated for by not having colleagues snigger at me as I passed the water cooler. Using Pinky’s family name as my married surname afforded me a degree of anonymity, as did changing my hairstyle from long and mouse to mid-length and rainbow!
When I have been recognised, from having been seen on porn sites, the experience has not always been negative. One young, enthusiastically inebriated, girl, approached me on my hen night at a gay bar in Minneapolis. I was sitting at a table with Renee, Meg and Holly, and Pinky, when she spotted me and squealed “Oh my God! Are you Heidi the Human Fountain?” She then insisted that I sign her breast and assured me that she would get it inked as soon as she could get to the tattoo parlour!
Other than incidents like this I have generally managed to remain under the radar. I occasionally visit the original post on the Truth or Dare Blog, which is still archived, but the comments are usually just people asking for more pics or saying stuff like “does anyone know who she is?” well yes, you dumbass, my real name is on there!
One thing that people have often brought up, is that Bill forcing me to post my Driving Licence online put me in actual danger, as it included my address. I need to make it clear that I had not obeyed the Minnesota law that says you must update your details within thirty days when you move. I was not aware of this law until it was made painfully clear to me with a $105 fine when I eventually renewed my permit. I was however, aware when I posted it, that it showed my former address, before we moved to St Paul. I would like to take the opportunity now, to apologise to the elderly African couple who took over our apartment in Minneapolis, for any strange visitors they may have received!
Three years on, Pinky and I can laugh at most of the things that went down in the summer of 2016. We still find some of it exciting, but have, so far, managed to confine our sexual activities to the bedroom, or at least to one of the rooms in our apartment! As for what the future holds, never say never, but for the present Pinky and I are content, as Renee might say to: ‘keep it vanilla.’
Poster:
Heidi Green
