AnnD: One For All ...FF(1/5)

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I'd like to thank two people.

Maria1971 who's constant encouragements for
me to start writing again helped get me off my tail
and back on the keyboard.

And Kellis who went over the story and helped
point out many of my shortcomings. Any errors
that still exist are my doing for the final copy is
still mine.

Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
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One For All And ....
(Part One)
by Ann Douglas

Stepping into the building vestibule,
Stephanie Morgan shook the water from her
umbrella. It had only been a little over two block
walk from the bus stop, but she had gotten soaked
nevertheless. Opening her raincoat, the 24 year
old blond made an attempt to shake that dry as
well.
It had been bad luck that her brother
Jerry’s car had picked tonight of all nights not to
start up. He had promised to drop her off at her
friend Rachel’s new apartment. No matter, she
reluctantly concluded, at least she was here now.
"Lets see," she mused as she ran her
finger across the row of intercom buttons.
"Alexander ... Markham ... Ford ... here it is,
Lieberman, 5B"
It took a few moments to get a response,
then a semi-distorted voice filtered through the
speaker.
"Hello?" the female voice asked.
"Rachel, it’s me Stef." she replied.
"Come on up," Rachel said as the buzzer
sounded and the inner door unlocked. "I’m in the
shower."
"She’s in the shower?" Stephanie laughed
as she glanced back out into the rain covered
street.

As she walked up the stairs to the fifth
floor apartment, Stephanie couldn’t help but envy
her girlfriends new accommodations. To someone
still living at home, the small apartment complex
might has well been a palace. There was no way
the salesgirl could afford a place like this on her
salary.
Of course Rachel really couldn’t afford a
place like this on her salary either. The building
was owned by Martin Lieberman, who when
asked by his widowed sister-in-law to help her
daughter find an apartment was more than happy
to find her this one. It was a small thing to make
a woman he’d admired for years happy. Besides,
having his niece living here assured him a honest
pair of eyes to watch over his investment.

Reaching the fifth floor of the small
apartment building, Stephanie found that there
were some limits to Mr. Lieberman's generosity
after all. Apartment 5B was a small studio
apartment, one of three on the top floor. Trying
the door, she found it unlocked and stepped
inside.
"Rachel," the blue eyed blond called out as
she closed the door behind her.
"I'm in here, Stef," came a reply from the
bathroom, a voice much more recognizable than
the one that had come over the intercom. "Make
yourself comfortable and I'll be out in a few
minutes."

Hanging her coat, on the rack by the door,
Stephanie checked the short red dress she was
wearing. It was a little damp but otherwise okay.
She had gotten home late and didn’t have time to
change clothes.

As she waited, Stephanie took in her
surroundings. The apartment might be small, but
it had a certain charm. The first feature she
noticed were large twin skylights in the ceiling.
The soft patter of rain could be heard against
them. On a clear day or night, they would give a
nice natural light to the room.
On the far left, a large bay window also
added to the natural light. The view beyond it
was nothing special, but it was a nice feature. A
kitchenette over by the bathroom entrance
consisted of a small refrigerator, a stovetop and
microwave. And of course a kitchen sink.
There really wasn't much in the way of
decoration on the walls, but then Rachel had only
been living there a few weeks. The center of the
room was dominated by a large green oversized
U-shaped sofa. In addition to the deep cushions,
it was covered with equally push and oversized
pillows. Rachel had mentioned to her that she
used the sofa in place of a bed.
At the open end of the couch was one of
those small self assembly entertainment centers,
the bottom of which was filled with her friend's
old stereo system . What was new was the large
35-inch color television, a housewarming gift from
Rachel's grandmother. The couch had been one
from her mother.

On both sides of the television were some
framed photographs. One brought a smile to
Stephanie’s face. The 5 x 7 picture was very
familiar to the 24 year old. A smaller version was
stuck in the mirror frame in her own bedroom.
The picture had been taken last summer at the
Oakdale Mall Talent Show.
Centered in the picture was Rachel of
course. She always had to be the center of
attention. To her right was Stephanie herself.
That was when her hair had been down to
her shoulders, rather than the short curly look she
now wore.
To Rachel's left was a much smaller girl,
whose mixed Philippine, Chinese and Spanish
heritage had given her a soft brown complexion.
Her very short black hair and unisex features
gave her an androgynous look. In fact, if it wasn't
for the small mounds protruding from her chest,
she might've been mistaken for a teenage boy.
Her name was Annie Liu, but everyone called her
Penny. Despite her teenage looks, she was 20
years old.
The last member of the quartet was a tall
black woman standing just behind and to the
left of Rachel. Five foot ten, she stood half a head
taller than any of the others, more than that in
the case of Penny's five two. Her skin was ebony
black, a sharp contrast to both Rachel and
Stephanie. Most men first noticed her somewhat
ample bust. In the case of women it was her jet
black hair which she usually wore in an elaborate
design. At 26, Pamela Wilson was the oldest
member of their little band.
All four women worked at the Oakdale
Mall. Rachel was a medical assistant. Stephanie
was a sales representative at one of the large
department stores. Penny worked at her uncles
restaurant. She was also a college student.
Pamela was the associate manager of an office
supply store.
Despite their differences in ages and
backgrounds, they had all become friends over
countless shared lunches. Soon their friendships
had extended beyond work. The picture had
captured one of the highlights of that friendship.
Billing themselves as the Four Musketeers, so
named because those were the only costumes they
could find, they had entered the talent show
as a singing group. It was more fun than hard
work and the money went to charity. To their
surprise, they finished in second place. Since then
they still jokingly referred to themselves as the
Four Musketeers.

"We'd have gotten first," Stephanie
thought as she replaced the picture on the
entertainment center. "If we paraded around half
naked like Judy Peterman. The judges were
more impressed by her big nipples sticking
through her blouse than her singing."

"Any sign of the rain letting up?" Rachel
asked as she walked out of the bathroom.
"No, it looks like tonight’s a total
washout." Stephanie replied as she turned around
at the sound of her voice.
"A pity." Rachel commented as she
walked over to Stephanie and kissed her on the
cheek as a friendly hello.
Covered only by a large bath towel that
she had wrapped around herself, Rachel walked
over to a large dresser that lined the far wall, still
drying her hair as she walked.
"It really sucks that it had to rain tonight"
Rachel said , pulling a pair of panties and an
oversized T-shirt from the top drawer. "I was
looking forward to that concert."
The original plan for the evening was for a
girls night out. One of their favorite local bands
was holding an open air concert in Marshall Park.
They'd planned to take dinner a couple of blankets
and a few bottles of wine out to enjoy the music.
Unfortunately Mother Nature had other ideas. So
rather than let the night go to waste, they had
decided to have a girl's night in instead.

"Penny and Pamela are picking up the
food." Rachel said as she unwrapped the towel
from around her and let it fall to the floor. "I'm
not sure what they're getting, but knowing Pamela
it's sure to be something interesting." she added as
she stood there nude as the day she was born.
"I guess so." Stephanie replied in an
strained tone.
Silly as she knew it was, Stephanie felt it a
little strange for her friend to be standing nude in
front of her as they continued their conversation.
It wasn't of course the first time she'd seen Rachel
naked. They'd gone to the beach many times, as
well as clothes shopping both together and as part
of the group. They'd shared dressing rooms many
times, but somehow it now seemed different --
somewhat out of context maybe, standing naked
in the living room. Then she reminded herself that
this was also Rachel's bedroom, a place where it
was perfectly natural for her to be nude.
Stephanie also considered that she felt
uncomfortable because when they'd first met,
Rachel and she had almost the same physical
build, the main difference being Rachel's darker
brown hair and slightly larger breasts. That
difference had grown to more than a few pounds
of extra weight on Stephanie. Despite assurances
from many of her friends that she looked better
with the extra weight, which was still within the
norm for her size, she always felt self-conscious
about it. It was an outgrowth of her teen years
when she had actually been overweight.

It didn't take Rachel long to put on the
pair of panties and the T-shirt she had taken out.
Since she was home and not planning to go out,
she didn't see the need for anything more. With
her breasts still a little damp, Rachel's much darker
nipples clearly showed through the thin cotton.
"Judy Peterman would’ve been proud."
Stephanie thought with a laugh as her discomfort
passed.

Fifteen minutes passed as the two of them
sat on the couch and chatted. They had seen
each other that morning so it was more a matter
of killing time until the others showed up than
anything else.
"Oh by the way," Rachel said, "Remind
me to give you keys to get in here before you
leave. That way you can let yourself in the next
time you come over. I've got one for Penny too
and I've already given one to Pamela."
"Okay," Stephanie answered.
"But be sure to check and make sure that
my name shows in the peephole plate on the
door." Rachel grinned mischievously. "Cause if
its blank, it means that I've got company and you
should definitely knock first."
Stephanie had to laugh at the warning.
Although living at home didn't afford her the
privacy to use such a system, she'd heard about it
from her cousin who used something like it at
college.

The laughter was cut short by the sound of
the intercom buzzer. Rachel got up and pressed
the speaker button.
"Food delivery." came the voice from the
speaker which both women recognized as Penny's.
In reply, Rachel reached up and hit the
button that unlocked the front door.
"Come on up." she said.

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