The scope of this story is too wide for this to be submitted in one piece and placed in any one category.
What I plan to do is offer "Mary's Evolution" in a series of stories that stand alone, with the content of the story reflected in the category it is submitted in.
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Chapter One: Sometimes he gives me the creeps.
"Who gives you the creeps?" Mary asked, as she watched her friend close the bedroom door behind them.
"My dad," Brianna replied, peeling off her clothes as they got ready for bed.
The bedroom had been shared by Brianna and her sister, but after Bryce had gone off to college, the furnishings had remained the same. A wise choice, because since Mary spent so many nights over, it was almost like she lived there.
Brianna and Mary were an unlikely pair, being the exact opposites in almost every way. Brianna was blonde, lean and lanky, while Mary's hair was dark brown and her body short and Rubenesque. Brianna was outgoing and bubbly, while Mary was usually quiet and almost sullen. In school, Brianna lived up to the blonde stereotype, while Mary routinely made the Honor Roll.
"Why would he give you the creeps?" Mary asked. "He seems nice enough."
"Haven't you noticed the way he stares at your chest?" Brianna asked.
"You're crazy," Mary answered, watching the her impossibly beautiful friend peel off her clothes right in front of her, like always.
Of course, when you had a body like Brianna, it must be fun to show it off. So flawless and perfect, and so much the opposite of her own dumpy body that Mary could never feel jealousy toward her. Brianna wasn't just way better looking than herself, she was better looking than just about everybody.
"Course, if I had titties like yours he might look at me that way too, and that would be so icky!" Brianna giggled, squeezing her perky pointed breasts before pulling her nightie up over her head and diving under the covers of her bed.
"Night!" Brianna chirped before clicking off the light and pulling the bed sheet up over her head.
"Night," Mary replied, and only then in the safety of darkness would she undress herself.
Even the moonlight streaming in through the windows was a bit much for Mary, although it allowed her to see Brianna's blonde curls falling over the sheet clearly, and during the night if the sheet came down...
Mary shivered as she thought these things, because she wasn't a lesbian, or at least she didn't think that she was. When it came to Brianna, well, who knows? That one night that they had climbed into the same twin bed, giggling after they had drunk some of Brianna's father's scotch, was one she would never forget.
They had giggled and wrestled around a little, and Mary remembered that moment when she felt Brianna's hands on her breasts, and how she did the same to her. Then their thighs found their way between each other's legs, and they humped into each other, cumming at almost the same time.
Not a word was ever spoken about that night, and it never repeated itself, although Mary really wanted that to happen again. To be able to hold that petite little body close, and explore it once again - but it was apparently just a one time thing.
And who could blame Brianna for that, Mary wondered as she unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders. If Brianna was going to go lez, she could sure find somebody way hotter than her. There wasn't much call for short, dumpy girls with unattractive faces.
Heck, if it wasn't for Brianna, Mary figured she wouldn't have been with any guys ever. Usually the guys that would be hitting on Brianna would have a friend, and they would get stuck with her. The guys were never all that great either, but at least it was something.
A little necking, a little petting, and the guy would get a hand job if he was a decent enough person. Oh, there was the few times Mary gave head, but that was it. They never wanted to take Mary out where they could be seen by others. In the back seat or in the woods? That was different. The guys would paw at her breasts and try to get in her pants like wild men, and afterward they would make fun of her.
What Brianna had said - about her father staring at her chest. Could it be? Mary had suspected it once or twice, but thought it was a case of her active imagination running wild, merely the product of her fantasy world, but now that Brianna had mentioned it, perhaps it was true.
The "accidental" brushing against her that he had done from time to time, and the other times she had figured Mr. Mullin had been just daydreaming when she would see his eyes on her chest. Were they accidents? Had he been daydreaming?
Baloney, Mary finally muttered. A good looking man who was married to a woman like Mrs. Mullin, still looking like a model in her forties, with a body just as lithe and catlike as her daughter? Why would he give a second thought to somebody like her? Especially when she usually wore frumpy clothes to try and mask her doughy body.
Not even five foot tall, and weighing - well, too much for her height, Mary knew she was no model. Built like a fireplug, with a face that had a better chance of stopping a clocks than a heart. All boobs and butt, and while she wasn't morbidly obese and was rather solidly built, she could stand to lose 30 pounds or so.
Still wouldn't help much, Mary thought while she pulled the over-sized T-shirt up over her head and down over her plump frame. There would still be the nose, and those faint downy sideburns that swirled around her ears to contend with, along with the glasses and the thick eyebrows, not to mention all of that hair everywhere, especially between her legs.
Go to sleep, Mary told herself, and she did eventually, gazing over at Brianna before drifting off to dreamland.
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Chapter Two: Sweet dreams.
Mary squirmed, her body twisting a little as she let out a faint groan, in the midst of a very sweet dream. She felt her nipples swell as her breasts were massaged roughly, and the hand sliding down over her belly toward the elastic of her panties felt so real that Mary woke up with a start.
"Ssh!" said the voice from the side of the bed, and the hand that had been massaging her breasts through the t-shirt gently nudged her back down on the bed.
It wasn't a dream. It was real, and just before Mary was going to call out "Bree?" she looked over at the bed near the window and saw the blonde curls peeking out from the top of the sheet.
It was her father. Mary could smell the cologne he wore, and now his hand was going under the elastic of her panties. He let out a soft "Ooh!" when her fingers slid right into the dense jungle of hair that began right there.
Mr. Mullin raked his fingers through Mary's thick delta while his other hand worked Mary's t-shirt up as best he could. Still in shock, Mary made no attempt to stop him and may even have helped him as he pulled it up over her breasts and up to her neck.
Now his finger was inside of Mary, working her clit vigorously while bending over to suck on the fat bullet-like nipple which was throbbing in his mouth. Mary started to cum, and brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down on the heel of it while her body shivered and spasmed, shaking the bed with the violent movements until she finally went limp.
Mary felt the wet hand slip out of her panties, and now her shirt was going higher, Mr. Mullins pulling it up over her head while pinning her left arm up near the headboard. He was sucking furious on her nipple while he held her shoulder down with his hand under her arm.
Mary shivered as she felt Mr. Mullin's fingers stroking the thick dense stubble that coated her armpit, and her initial embarrassment of not having shaved in a couple of days was replaced by confusion when his mouth let go of her nipple for a minute.
Mary shivered when she felt his tongue slide all over her already moist underarm for a time before returning to her breast. She could hear a slapping sound, a sound that stopped when Mr. Mullin's soft grunts became a prolonged exhale, followed by him getting up from the side of the bed and leaving the room as silently as he apparently had entered it.
Mary looked back over at Brianna, who had slept right through it all, and after pulling her shirt back down, Mary stared up at the ceiling for a long time until sleep came.
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Chapter Three: The morning after.
"Good morning everyone!" Mr. Mullin said as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arm around his wife's hip and giving her a kiss before going over to Brianna and kissing her on the top of the head.
"Grr," Brianna said, still in her grouchy mode as she pawed at her cereal.
"Morning Mary," he said with a smile, and Mary smiled back and nodded, clutching her bathrobe around her neck as she did.
Breakfast at the Mullin house wasn't like it was at Mary's, which was why she loved being there. Everybody talked to each other and there were kisses and hugs, unlike the sullen atmosphere that prevailed around Mary's house.
It was different now though, Mary thought as she watched Mr. Mullin move around the room. Dressed for work in a brown suit, it was hard for Mary to grasp the fact that this dignified business man had actually done what he did last night.
About six foot tall and still in decent shape for a guy pushing fifty, he resembled David Letterman in a way. Could this really have been the same man that knelt beside her bed last night, sucking on her breasts and fingering her? Even licking her armpit?
