It's Great 2 Have Friends

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It's Great 2 Have Friends

by Autolycus_7 (edited by Kingsmann)




Mindy was getting dressed to meet her friends for an afternoon movie and dinner, for the rainy weather made a perfect setting for such events. She’s been looking forward to this relaxing evening with her friends for a while, for they were people who haven’t seen her in a while, and ironically, all of them were in town at the same time. Albeit she’d frequently chat with them online or on the telephone, she didn’t always get a chance to meet up with them in person, since they lived in different cities across the country.
Beginning to get dressed, she admired her form in the mirror with some delight – an athletic 5’8 blonde with thick golden hair, 36DD breasts, full round ass, and a smoothly-shaven pussy stared back at her pleasantly. She smiled at her reflection, as she combed her hair, and let her thick hair fall to her shoulders, and brushed her bangs down neatly. Slowly, she meandered towards her clothing, which were laid out on the bed, and began getting dressed, when the doorbell rang.
Mindy was pulling on her dark-orange solid-colored turtleneck sweater and zipping her dark brown buckskin pants, while hopping on her left leg and trying to get on her dark brown right boot on the way to the door. She shuffled along, intermittently hopping and sliding along, until both boots were on, as well as her pants zipped up and the sweater pulled down snuggly over her ample breasts. Content with her appearance, she strutted towards the door comfortably.
"Who is it?" she asked casually as she was at the door.
"It's me! Mandy," the voice from behind the door replied nervously.
Mandy was Mindy's identical twin sister, who lived nearby in the neighboring city. Typically, Mandy didn’t usually come out to visit unless it was a holiday or some kind of trouble, so Mindy quickly opened the door. Mandy immediately rushed in, dressed in a tan raincoat and bright red high heels, with Mindy quickly closing the door behind to prevent any rain or anything else from entering.

Mindy and Mandy had grown up together, and had been very much alike, until a tragedy struck and both of them were orphaned. Roughly 15 years before when they were 13 years old, their mother committed suicide, by mixing alcohol with a variety of different types of pills. While the reasoning behind this was still a mystery, and no father or other relatives to take care of them, they both managed to survive the ordeal together; however they both reacted to this death in similar but different ways. While they both became somewhat spacey and bubbly in nature, their personalities slightly changed from being alike, and started to diverge from each other in minor little ways.
For Mindy, she had become a musician who supported herself as a folk singer, who was easily able to express herself, and masseuse, and had a weird, fanciful mind. She’d managed to set herself up, using the lower portion of her brownstone as an office and parlor, while the upstairs remained private.
For Mandy, most people had no clue what she’d been up, for no one knew… yet, there were similarities with her twin – she somehow managed to get by; yet like her sister, she was spacey as well, but she also had a mean streak within her.
They slowly grew apart, yet would still try to meet up here and there, but mainly due to Mindy’s planning and persistence.

"What's wrong?" Mindy asked with an obvious note of concern in her voice and glanced at her twin.
Mandy looked unusually mean and irritable, with an angry expression across her face, as a variety of other expressions crossed her face – fear, paranoia, and confusion.
"The police are after me."
"The police..? Why are the police after you?" Mindy asked, shocked by the statement.
"I've been doing tricks and some little porno bits..." Mandy stated as-a-matter-of-fact, while still glancing around the room, and occasionally, out the window.
"Tricks and porno..? I don't understand." Mindy stared confusedly at her twin, as she attempted to understand what was going on, while Mandy grew more annoyed.
Sometimes the air between Mindy's ears was unusually annoying, Mandy thought as to how she’d explain this to her dense twin. She finally decided that the best possible way and probably the only one way to answer her sister quickly. She unbuttoned the raincoat and let it fall to the floor. Mindy let out an exasperated yelp, followed by a gasp when she saw what her twin was wearing – a G-string and a spangled bra, with nothing else.
"Ya see?" Mandy asked impatiently, to which Mindy slowly nodded.
"So the police are after you--"
"And the mob…" Mandy interrupted and added curtly, while her mind seemed elsewhere and trying to figure things out on her own.
"The mob…?"
"Well, I don't know for sure if they're the mob or just some bad guys who want to hurt or possibly kill me... but in either case, it’s not good!” Mandy stated briskly, yet her tone changed slightly as she continued, “So, are you going to help me or not?"
"Help you? Help you how?" Mindy inquired, still trying to get a full grasp of the situation, while uncertain how to deal with it.
"What do you think? Give me money… Help me get out of town…" Mindy watched her sister speak those words, while seeing her pace back and forth within the parlor. Still uncertain what to do, but wanting to help, she glanced at her sister, as a realization came to her…
"Oh," Mindy fretted, "But if it's the police, they'll put out an ABP… And if it’s the mob will follow you. More than likely, they'll find you... They'll both find you. Just leaving town isn't enough, for there’s got to be something else..."
"You know what? You're right, sis," Mandy said dejectedly, as thought crossed her mind. Glancing behind her twin sister, she offered a quizzical look and asked, “Hmm… What's that over there?"
As Mindy simply turned around to look, Mandy picked up a heavy empty vase from the nearby end-table and slammed her twin sister on the head. Mindy's eyes widened and glazed over as she fell forward on the hardwood floor. Mandy looked down at Mindy laying face down and out cold, with a widening smile.
"You know, you're the only person I know who can be both smart and stupid at the same time,” Mandy stooped down to clear away the pieces of the vase, placing them into a pile. “You're right… my leaving town isn't good enough... it was just a quick and immediate thought… But… if I became you, and leave town, well, that's something else altogether." Her smile grew even wider.
Walking to the bathroom, and getting out a pair of scissors and a towel, she grinned down at her unconscious identical twin. Despite having been apart for a while, the only difference between them both was their hairstyles and a minor difference at that - Mindy had bangs and she didn’t, but their hair was about the same length and style otherwise. Mandy was going to remedy that in a moment, with a few snips of the scissors.
Content with the hairstyle, Mandy surveyed her unconscious twin sister with new found delight, as she continued to onto the jewelry. Seeing only a pair of stud earring and a simple ring on her right hand, she transferred them to her own form, while placing her own large hoop earrings onto the nearest end-table.
Next, Mandy began to focus on the clothing, as she undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of her G-string and high heel shoes. Collecting her clothing, she simply placed them on the nearest chair, and returned to look over her twin. Then she stooped down and turned Mindy over, and began to remove her sister’s clothing. Lifting the turtleneck sweater up on her twin’s unconscious form as well as unzipping her pants, she purred happily.
Mindy was not wearing a bra and in fact, didn't own one, Mandy mused while observing her sister’s partial nude form. Mandy, who was naked, looked down at Mindy's ample breasts and couldn’t help but comment.
"Well, there's no disguising that we're twin sisters."
She continued to slide the turtleneck sweater off Mindy, and lifted it over her head, placing it on a nearby chair. Unzipping her pants, Mandy pulled them down, and took them off along with her ankle boots. Necessity, especially to the idea of being identical to Mindy, compelled Mandy to also take Mindy's panties, which were generic white panties with some frilly lace. She pulled them off gingerly, chuckling to herself and her silent twin.
"Well, since you haven't had sex in like 500 years, I guess they're safe, and what’s good for one twin is good for the other..." She stated aloud with some dark humor.
Sliding on Mindy’s panties, followed by slipping on the buckskin pants, she grinned happily, noting how perfectly they fit. Truly these twins were identical, even in body type. Next, she slid on Mindy’s ankle boots, noting that their feet were still the same size, and smiled even wider. Grabbing the dark orange turtleneck sweater, she slipped it over her head and purred contently, as Mindy’s favorite sweater fit Mandy perfectly, hugging her ample breasts equally as they did Mindy.
Mandy stood up, adjusting her clothes. Dressed in Mindy's clothes and boots, she grinned widely, as she pondered the finishing touches of make-up. She looked in the nearby mirror and mussed up her hair to match Mindy's typically unkempt hair, a manner of styling which wasn’t hard to replicate, at least, as much as possible, and neatly combed out her bangs, as she had seen her sister do several times before.
She went to the bathroom and washed her makeup off, found Mindy's lipstick and eye shadow, and applied them as she’d noted her sister wore, using them. Soon, she admitted that if what she saw in the mirror had been a picture, even she would think that it was of Mindy.

Some minutes later, Mandy came out of the bathroom, looked down at her sister, naked on the floor, and tried to decide what to do. Several ideas came to mind, yet not one seemed to work with her, while she sorted her thoughts aloud.
"I could dress you in my clothes and throw you off the roof... I mean, it's not like we've been close… On the other hand, that'll call attention to me - I mean, you - there will be an autopsy and they'll find that you still have your appendix, which would be the sure way to know that you’re not me.” Mandy mused as she continued to talk.
“No… maybe the best thing is to have me be you, keep you out of sight, and I'll get out of town -as you!” The sudden idea seemed to have its merits as Mandy seemed to roll with it.
“I mean, I can be you, easily... I look like you, identical in fact… I'm dressed like you, and I can act like you... Oooh, ooh," she perfectly imitated her twin sister's distracted manner while pretending to chase away imaginary bees.
"Now, let's see how much money you have." Mandy reached into Mindy's beaded bag and found no credit cards. Due to early incidents with the law as a street vendor, Mindy didn't have any credit cards, and frankly, preferred not to have any. Yet, what Mandy did find was a bank book that showed a balance of $67,832.70.
"Well, look at you!" Mandy said to her naked sister, meaning not that she was ogling at her twin’s naked form, which she was not, but that she was looking at what her sister had saved up in her checking account.
"I'll go right to the bank and make a large withdrawal... It’s still fairly early and can still make it to the bank, especially with you’re bank being a few blocks from here… But, to show you I'm not all bad, I'll leave you $832.70... Or at least $32.70..."

At this point, Mindy let out a moan, interrupting Mandy’s one-sided chat. Luckily for Mandy, Mindy was always one to awaken slowly, regardless from sleep or otherwise…
"Oh yeah," Mandy said as a situation had begun to arise.
"How do I keep you here for a long while, dear sister? I guess I could bonk you on the head again, but don’t want to be destroying all your furniture, like your vase... But maybe there's another way - not that I care either way... Let’s find a better alternative to keep you out of the way, without much hassle..." Rushing quickly to the bathroom, Mandy went looking for some sleeping pills and came out with a box of suppositories.
"Very smart, given what happened to mom... Don't want to take too many by mistake... Sleeping pills in suppository form... Let's give 'em a try, don’t we?" Mandy stated as she rolled Mindy over on her belly. Pulling her twin’s ass up into the air, she quickly removed a suppository from its packaging and placed it against her twin’s rear entrance. Wetting one of her fingers, that wet finger shoved the suppository deep in the hole. A delightful whimper escaped Mindy’s lips…
“It looks like us twins are more alike than it seems, for it appears that I’m not the only one who loves anal…” Mandy chuckled at her twin’s unconscious response, while she removed another suppository from its packaging.
"I think you're only supposed to use one, but what the hell, two will just make sure you sleep a bit longer..." She shoved the second up her twin sister's ass, and almost immediately Mindy yawned loudly. Within moments, Mindy’s breathing changed, letting out small snoring noises, which her twin knew so well. Mindy was out cold – sleeping.
Mandy pulled her sister's legs down and playfully spanked her behind.
"Nice ass, Sis."

Mandy left her sister lying there in the middle of the floor, for the moment, as she rummaged for some other items that she’d be able to take with her. Grabbing the beaded bag, which contained most of Mindy’s usual bits of identification, she continued a quick little search of the area. Not really finding much else, she pondered what to do next.
She decided on a little cleaning up, just in case some did manage to get in. Mandy hid her raincoat in the closet, and stuffed the bra and G-string into a box on the closet’s floor. Immediately she clean-up the broken vase, mainly getting all the big pieces, dumped them into the garbage. Having cleaned up all the obvious evidence, she pondered what to do about her unconscious twin…
Lifting her up slowly, Mandy moved Mindy into the parlor, and out of the obvious view of any doorway or window, placing her on a nearby couch. Placing a deep kiss on her twin’s lips, she smiled satisfactorily as she covered her twin with a blanket, in case someone managed to look in and see her. Content with the results so far, she turned to leave, yet offered a dramatic little good bye at the door. Pondering for a moment, she turned dramatically from the door and said to the unconscious Mindy in the next room, "I mean… it's not like we've been close..."

Some time later, Mandy, dressed as Mindy, was happily walking along the street, for the rain had stopped. Occasionally a drizzle would happen, but nothing would dampen her spirits, for she was heading to the bank, and into a lot of money. She continued her happy strut, while sometimes looking into the windows, to see if anyone was following. Content to see that nobody was tailing her, she resumed her course towards the bank.
Just prior to the bank, three women, dressed in a variety of hippy attire accosted her, with a touch of glee in their voices.
“Mindy!” they all chimed together, as a smirk formed on Mandy’s face.
“Great! Some of Mindy’s flaky friends…” Mandy thought to herself, as she tried to think of a way to lose them. “Uh… Hiyas Gals! I’m heading to the bank… I, uh, need to make a quick withdrawal.”
As if understanding, and not wanting to press much further, they nodded, while mentioning something like “…we’ll wait for you out here…” Mandy’s smirk only grew, as she tried to play it off with some spacey and bubbly routine, for which the women seemed content to accept. She entered the bank, with a mission, and smiled warmly.

After finishing her business at the bank, where she had left about $1,000.00 for her sister, she stuffed her money into her purse, thankful she had gotten most of it in big bills. She waited a moment, as she contemplated how to deal with the “harpies” outside and just exited to meet them head on. It was time to give them a whopper of an excuse and see if she could lose them…
“Um… Mandy’s in some… trouble, so I have to go check on her, as well as… um… see if I can help her out. Sorry…” Mandy managed to explain, for which her friends seemed to have accepted it. She wondered just what her twin had told them about her, but now was neither the time nor place to find out. To her, her top priority was to get out of town, both prior to either the police or the “mob” finding her. She had to make her getaway as soon as possible.
Muttering some apologies, she quickly scooted off, making sure to leave quickly, and to be sure no one was following her. To be certain, she walked a few blocks and would occasionally stop to check her “reflection” – a method of checking if people were behind her. Seeing no one, she let out a sigh of relief as she continued walking onward.

Approaching a used car dealership, she smiled widely, as she saw some nice little bargains on the lots, and quickly homed in on a beat-up blue Mustang, which still seemed to look somewhat decent. She smiled widely, as a salesman approached her, where she deliberately flaunted her big sweatered breasts, which helped reduce the price of the car as well. Pulling out some big bills, she quickly paid for the car, and was off the lot in her new car, faster than the salesman could put any more moves onto her.
Driving along, laughing aloud and blasting the stereo, Mandy was considering herself to be free, until she saw some lights behind her…

Several hours later, Mindy's phone rang and rang repeatedly. She stirred groggily as she slumped up on the couch and tried to get up, for the effect of the suppositories were still somewhat in effect. Gradually, she crawled, naked, towards the ringing phone, reaching out and fumbling for it, for the phone.
At the same time, there was a pounding on the door, with several voices in the background...

The call was from the police. The pounding was from her friends.

Soon after Mandy had left, she had run into Mindy's friends who were expecting her to go to the movies with them, but she brushed them off with an excuse which seemed plausible, but still seemed somewhat suspicious. Their suspicion grew when they noticed that she was withdrawing such a large sum of money, for the teller’s face was a dead giveaway that the sum was a large amount.
Their suspicions only grew, especially as they tailed Mandy from a distance, and saw her enter a used car lot, which they knew something was up. As Mandy drove off, they knew something was wrong because Mindy did not even know how to drive! With this suspicious behavior, they quickly headed towards Mindy’s house to see what was going on, for it was not “their Mindy” that drove off the lot in that beat-up Mustang. Not getting a response at Mindy’s place, they got worried and realized they had to do something…
They called the police, who tried to pull her over, but upon seeing the lights, Mandy tried to get away – it was one of the main reasons she’d gotten the Mustang. True to her nature, Mandy's instinct to escape took over and she tried to outrace the police. Yet, she was not as good of a driver as she thought she was, for when she took the a sharp turn, the Mustang skidded out of control and she crashed her car into a utility pole, sideways, on Monica Lane and Perry Boulevard.
Trapped within the car, she laid there dazed, as the police arrived and arrested her, for the list of charges pending, as well as a few new ones – driving without a license, speeding, and possible assault and battery on her sister.
She tried to bluff her way out of it, saying she was Mindy, but that just backfired, especially when they asked for a driver’s license and she wasn’t able to produce it. To further confirm her identity as Mandy, a little scar was found on her torso, which indicated that the blonde had surgery – more than likely something minor, like an appendix removal. This evidence helped lock Mandy away, while she still worried about “the mob”.
Yet, no word had been heard from Mindy, which had people worried. The police even suspected Mandy of murdering her twin, to get her identity, while Mindy’s friends wondered where she was. They began to bang on her door, until the police arrived and confirmed it was indeed Mandy that they had. With a sudden fear, Mindy’s friends began to worry even more, especially since Mindy was a typical “home-body”, and tended not to go out much, or so mentioned in their conversations. With this reasonable suspicion, the police broke down the door, to find a groggy, yet blushingly embarrassed, nude blonde on the floor, not far from the telephone, who was crawling slowly towards the ringing phone…

It's great to have friends.

THE END