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Looking over at Sarah, I could see tears in her eyes. The other girls were chatting excitedly in the hallway. I got up and shut the door, and went over to extend my hand to Sarah. We were both still naked.

“Come over here,” I said. “Let’s lie down together for a while.”

“OK,” she said weakly, getting up to lie down beside me.

I took her in my arms, and we lay together for a while spooning on dark silky sheets covering the soft mattress that occupied the entire floor of the room. I pulled one of the sheets over us.

Her sobs melted into me as I held her, slowly fading away.

From the sounds through the walls, Desiree had joined Kelly next door and they were having a hushed intense conversation.

“Are you OK?” I asked. “That escalated rather quickly.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess. You would think I’m old enough to know what I’m getting into. So much social pressure with these sororities.” She sobbed once more.

I held squeezed her reassuringly.

“Didn’t expect to lose your virginity quite like that?” I said.

“No! Only. . .” her voice was dreamy. “I didn’t realize I could feel that way for two people at once.”

There was a long silence.

“Who am I, anyway?” she said.

I laughed. “Who is anyone, really?” I asked.

“Have you ever? Before?”

I shook my head. “No. I’ve never been with two girls before.”

She turned her head to look at me. “Really? At your age?”

“Why, thank you.”

“No, seriously. You seem so. . . accomplished.”

“Illusion,” I said. “Not much accomplishment over here.”

“Really?” She turned her body so we were facing. “Will you. . .”

“Will I what?” I replied, imagining all kinds of requests she might make. What sort of sexual favors did this sweet girl have secret yearnings for?

“Will you be my boyfriend?” she asked brightly.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You barely know me.”

“OK, who are you?”

I laughed. “I’m a writer. I listen to the weird alien language that engineers speak and translate it into English so that the world may be filled with documentation nobody reads.”

“So you’re in tech?”

“In it, yes. The deep end with sharks and no life preserver. How about you?”

She squirmed a little. “I was hoping to study Earth sciences. I mean, it seems like we need more people out to save the planet today. I don’t even want to have children really, given the awful state things are in, and they keep getting worse. But I’m thinking maybe I should switch to political science.”

“So you could be the new AOC.”

She smiled widely. “Oh yeah. She’s my hero.” She looked at me anxiously. “Do you like her?”

I laughed gently. “Relax. She’s one of my heroes too.”

“Plus she’s kind of hot. . .” she stopped.

I let her think for a while.

She continued: “Do you think she’s hot?”

I laughed again. “Sure. Of course.”

“Have you ever. . . had a fantasy about her? A sexual one?”

I searched my memory. “I don’t think so,” I said. I paused. “Have you?”

She smiled wistfully, looking up at me with shy eyes.

I kissed her gently on the forehead.

“But you know what?” she blurted excitedly, “I never realized how profoundly amazing it would feel to love two people at once. Having you inside of me while I was having an orgasm on Desiree’s face. . . There’s something so magical about being with two instead of just one. You know, three is a sacred number?”

“The Holy Trinity?” I offered.

“Kinda,” she said.

“I’m sure that threesome sex was exactly what the Lord had in mind when he invented the Holy Trinity.”

She laughed.

“That’s why those Biblical kings had so many wives and concubines,” I said. “They were just setting a good example.”

“Were you raised Catholic?” she asked.

“No. Lutheran. It was awful. They mean well and everything, but I just can’t get into all the guilt.”

“Me either,” she said. “My parents were free-loving hippie pagans, so I got to skip over all that.”

I thought. “So they wouldn’t mind knowing what we just did?”

She considered. “Probably not. As if I would ever tell them!” She fell into thought.

Moved by her gentle kindness, I delicately caressed her exposed arm and thigh as we lay facing on our sides.

“So will you?” she blurted impulsively.

“Will I what? Be your boyfriend?”

She nodded.

“I suppose we could work that out,” I said. “Were you looking for something exclusive?”

“Well. . .” she began.

“Yes?”

“I like having another woman there. It makes it feel more complete. Like I’m bisexual or something.”

“Or something,” I said.

She looked up at me. “Would that be OK with you?”

I blinked. “I think I could manage,” I said. “Did you have someone in mind?”

“Well. . .” she began again.

“Yes?”

“I was thinking we could try a few different girls. See which ones we both like. I want to watch you cum inside someone, from underneath, you know, like Desiree just did? Have your gunk all over my face?”

“I imagine we could engineer something like that,” I said. “Only I think you’ll have to recruit the girls.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she laughed audaciously. “I can take care of that. All those girls keep propositioning me. I’ll just tell them you’re part of the deal.”

“OK,” I said.

“How about you?” She said. “Which of those girls would you want to try?”

“She’s right here in front of me,” I said.

She looked up at me, wondering.

Slowly I bent over and kissed her on the lips. Our first kiss. Delicate and romantic.

She took in a deep breath and sighed. Looking down, she commented “I think someone was happy about that.” Her hand circled my hardening penis.

I kissed her again, and whispered in her ear, “Let’s make love.”

Silently she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I rolled on top of her and gently prodded her soft gooey pleasure gateway with the tip of my stiffening cock.

She gave a moaning sigh as I made a slow and deliberate plunge, like the slow start of a steam train in those old movies. The piston gradually sped up into a pleasant circular rhythm. Her nipples stood out on her tiny breasts. I kissed her mouth again. Her mass of curly hair bobbed gently with the rhythmic motion. The blend of her aroma with mine was overpowering.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “So wonderful!”

“Oh sweet Sarah,” I said. “I love you so much!”

“Oh V!” She cried with abandon. Then: “Is that really your name?”

“Good enough,” I said. “Just not ‘late for dinner.’”

“What?”

I laughed. “It’s an old guy joke. Never mind. Like, ‘call me late for dinner.’”

She moaned at a particularly well-executed stroke. Or was she groaning at the terrible humor? “That’s funny, I guess.”

“It’s OK. You don’t have to laugh.”

“So which girl do you want to try first?” she said as I shoved my hard cock into her vagina. “Do those girls, you know, turn you on or whatever?”

The question made me give an involuntary moan of pleasure. “Whatever,” I said. “I mean, sure, of course they do.”

She laughed. “That’s right. You’re a guy.”

“I believe you have a good grasp of the evidence. As they say, if you want the truth, seek within.”

She gave a grunt of pleasure. “OK, wise ass. So which one? Who should we start with?”

I glanced at the wall next door. “Kelly,” I said. My mind had already veered in that directon. “How about you?”

“Natalya,” she said.

“Which one is she?” I moaned as her pelvic motion combined with the thought of Kelly spiked my arousal.

“You know that girl with the elephant dress? Who looks kind of like AOC?”

Now I was thinking about both of them at once, along with Sarah. “Yes? The Indian girl?”

“One time I looked up AOC’s lipstick color online. It’s called ‘Beso.’”

“Go on. Unnh!”

“Oh! Well. . . Aaah! I went out and bought some. I used to wear it sometimes. So I was thinking. . .”

“Mmm. Yes?”

“Oh my God. I was thinking we could ask her to put it on. . .”

“And rôle-play? Pretend she’s AOC?”

“Oh yes!” I felt her cumming around me. Warm goo dribbled down there somewhere.

She was whispering now, barely able to speak. “I could sit on her face — ah! — and you could cum inside me from behind like you did with Desiree. . . Uh! Uh! Uh!” she came again. “And splatter your stuff all over her face!”

That pushed me over the edge. I gave a long, deep thrust, emptying the entire contents of my prostate into Sarah’s sweet pussy.

Then I shoved again, with a little more, while she twitched around me, vocalizing loudly.

After a few more of those, we collapsed into joyful relaxation. She still had her round glasses on.

As we lay together breathing heavily, a voice called out quietly from behind. “That was quite impressive!”

It was Desiree, who had entered unheard, closing the door again.

I started. “Her clothes are in here,” I remembered out loud.

Sarah laughed.

“Just a —”

I turned around to look.

Desiree was still naked, of course, leaning back against the wall legs spread, working her pussy with one of the dildos that had been lying around. “Aah!” she threw her head back, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” her legs convulsed involuntarily as she lost control from the pleasure waves sweeping her entire body.

Finally, she too collapsed. “You two are the best,” she said. “Don’t stop!”

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults, murder, and a storyline that makes you wonder “Where the heck has E. G. Saunders been all my life?”

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 3

My mouth was dry and full of the taste of Candy’s pussy. I wanted two things at that moment, and the other one was a coke and rum.

All the air that came into me had Candy on it. My lips, face, the inside of my nose and mouth were covered in Candy.

I shook my head and opened my eyes. I couldn’t help but chuckle at what I had just gone through. Yes, I would have to get myself checked for the normal blood and dick critters, but damn I think it was worth it even if I came up positive.

The shower was running.

I honestly didn’t think she’d still be here. And then quickly I had to check my memory to make sure I was in my place and still with that same woman. Sometimes I get so fucked up…

No. My place. Spartan. A little dusty and dirty in the small dark corners of the room—nothing anyone I would invite back would notice or mention.

I looked up and winked at my signed photo of Clint, cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth, hat blocking out only enough sun that he still had to squint.

It was an actual film plate from The Good, The Bad and the Ugly—don’t anyone think they can tell me any character was a good person in that film. I scored it from an editor I knew back in the day. Back when the drink hadn’t taken hold of me yet, and I was worth a fuck lot more than now.

Singing.

Damn, Candy actually has…she’s got a beautiful voice. And not many hours ago that mouth was around my dick in almost as beautiful a way.

No. That wasn’t true.

Her singing was better.

I’m not knocking her skills with the flesh flute, but God…her voice. I almost felt a little ashamed for what I had put in that same space.

I got up and immediately had to hold onto the bed. Dehydrated. Balance precarious. Yes, I can actually use words like that. Surprise myself what comes out of me sometimes.

Speaking of my mouth, it was still dry, and it wasn’t any wetter. I looked at my little fridge against the wall, close to the bed. I was pretty sure I was out of rum. Probably had some coke left, but…

Her voice.

Aw, hell.

I got up and went into the kitchen. I don’t know what Candy was singing, but it had just a little church choir flavor to it. Couldn’t drink to that. Something sacrilegious about it. I didn’t really believe in God—no matter how often I used His name—but I also liked to play favorable odds whenever I could. I feel I pretty much got the saved thing going on for me from my Catholic inculcation, that confirmation and baptism stuff, but I didn’t want to test the hot waters in the face of that beautiful sound. Was like God coming through her.

I immediately struck the thoughts that flew into my head at that. She had enough coming in her these last couple of days without my adding God’s juice to the mix.

Fuck it.

I’ll drink the water from the shower head.

I started on my trek to hellish oblivion and thoughts of interrupting Candy’s choir when I noticed her satchel.

That was the thing about Candy; she carried a fine leather satchel. Wait…it was actually—a shoulder bag, that’s it. Okay, so satchel wasn’t the word. Fucking forgive my lack of accurate description when I’ve got pussy and God on my mind.

So, a fine leather shoulder bag. And it opened at the top. Tugging on its strings pulled the top closed. Only, it wasn’t closed now. I could see something sharp and shiny in there. It looked like a blade. A stiletto.

I had worked on some good films in my time. One of them starred this Japanese guy…I can’t remember his name now…but he used a stiletto. I was familiar with stilettos.

He got pissed off at me once because I kept talking with his girl, Erin, I think, between takes. I didn’t know she was his girl, she wasn’t Japanese, so I didn’t make an obvious connection. I just thought she was his personal assistant. Fine woman, she. Not in Candy’s league, but she had her own gifts. Fine arching brows so well plucked you almost couldn’t tell they weren’t birthright. She had a sweet smile—and I mean sweet. She played it over me in a way that said she was free and not at all like she was with stiletto boy.

But…Tony! That’s his name, Tony Li. Yeah, original, I know. Everybody has fucking Bruce Lee variations in the martial art gigs. At any rate, little ol’ Tony Li made an obvious point of sharpening his stiletto—who the fuck sharpens a stiletto?—in front of me as he asked me flat out why I was talking with his girl.

You could’ve kicked me in the nuts right then and there and gotten same look I must’ve given him. What a waste. And Erin and I, or whatever her name was, were having such a meaningful time.

So, yeah. I know stilettos.

Candy was packing a stiletto.

It fit, I suppose. I mean, with her body and face, her choice of profession, I imagine she needed something like that to fend off the wolves she didn’t want to fuck.

Made sense.

I stared at it. I reached out and moved her bag just a little. Yep. It made sense.

And it scared the hell out of me.

I couldn’t put a finger on why, but there was something…used about it. And I don’t mean she slid it up her fleshy sheath. I mean…well, damn it, it looked used. Dirty somehow. Nasty.

It wasn’t…clean.

I nudged the bag open a little more and touched the fine blade. Goddamn everything about Candy was fine. Shit. Yep. I wiped my fingers off on my leg. There was something unclean about it, and I wanted to wash my hands off in another building far away.

And then I froze.

Candy was standing three feet from me.

She didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She wasn’t happy. She wasn’t angry or sad. It was a fine poker face. Just fine.

That scared me even more.

“Uh…” I said. Brilliant me. Two letters that meant nothing when put together as you stand nude in front of a beautiful woman who was also nude. Her nudity put mine to shame, though. My lack of vocabulary in that moment did the same.

Before I could think how she had gotten so close to me without my noticing, she was in front of me with the stiletto in hand. She made a simple, swift movement and brought the fine blade up to my chest, right where I imagine my chicken-beating heart was.

I don’t know why, but my dick was in my hand before I realized I had moved to protect it. It was a stupid fucking thing to do. Save my dick? Really?

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Enter Madison…star pupil of Madelyn….and her son…a transvestite who will train Danni in the art of walking in heels. Madison brought a riding crop….so any mistakes will pay. Danni is up to the test…which ends quickly…

Danni awoke to the buzzing sound of Madelyn’s vibrator…in the throes of orgasm, Moaning through her creamy bliss….Danni took the vibrator and cleaned the vibrator…coated with Madelyn’s hot, sticky wet girl cum..with Danni’s tongue. She swallowed greadiliy. When it came to ejaculate vagina or a cock..she swallowed. She preferred lesbian crossdressers, she was learning to enjoy sex and all it had to offer. But with all the need came some pain.

Madelyn introduced Danni to Madison. Madison came out to his mother Madelyn about his crossdressing…and learned through other sources how dominate. Madison..in a latex one piece…stilletto heels would teach Danni the easy way….or the hard way via a riding crop. Madison had platnimum blonde with dark red lips…..6 ft tall…and a mind that was nasty..

“Short steps…short steps..”bellows Madison…who stopped for tn moment…

“Bend over….” Madison ordered..as Danni quivering..with the smack of the riding crop on her ass….Danni lets out a short audible “umph” “You love that don’t you..” ” My mother says you are an easy whore….” Madison replied with one end under the chin Danni…

“I am not that easy..the more mistakes will get you a trip downstairs…so I would be nice…and do things right.” ” Or are you a slut that wants it all the hard way??” As Madison replied with the riding crop up against Danni’s chin…Madison face to face… “Say I submit..Ms. Madison”….Madison replied loudly…”I don’t hear you!!!!” Another audible smack, Danni “oh…” I submit to Ms. Madison”, Danni said..audibly and clearly

Danni tried again….and it and did it right….but Madison wanted to teach Danni…life of being a bitch, which got a rap of the riding crop….”Loving it aren’t you…” Madison Madis with delicious delight….”sometimes you do the right thing…brings pain…( as Madison got in Danni’s face)…remember that…you are a submissive slut…” As Madison made Danni admit that…and say it out loud. Madelyn came to watch this…wearing a blouse Daisy Dukes and open toe heels. It was clear Madelyn wasn’t wearing panties from the wet spot. showing. Danni smiled which got Madison upset as Madison decided some discipline was in order.

Downstairs was a dungeon of restraints…and toys. They dressed Danni in a French Maids outfit..hung the wrists and ankles. Madelyn wanted to hear Danni’s cries and moans…

Madison says “You love seeing and hearing sex…..you nasty whore” Which Danni complied “yes”. Madison stuck a large vibrator into Danni….as Madelyn undid her Daisy Dukes…a noticeable trickle rained from her quim…Madison smearing the wetness…”Lick IT YOU SLUT…that is what you do my mother!!” Danni licks greedily as she gets whipped…hearing the cries…she turns as Madelyn puts several vibrating eggs in Danni’s ass…10 in all…high speed…as Danni legs and wrists restrained highly was veing transported into an unstoppable orgasm…Danni’s dick rose up…precum rolling down the side. ” You nasty bitch…you wanted my mother….you made her cum….”as Madison’s humiliation…just turned Danni on…as Danni’s head flopped side to side…a whimper when Madison spanked her ass…which lead to convulsive incoherent moans……Danni bucked in the air as Madelyn fingered herself into a creamy orgasm…..then Danni…bucked her stomach up…letting loose a stream of hot wet jizz…

By this time it was clear. Danni was a incurrable slut and whore. Any woman or crossdresser who needed sex…Danni would provide. And she didn’t care how. After showering and a shopping trip..Madison went from being coach and dominatrix to having fun. After the many shoes dresses…and a few wigs ordered online…Danni wanted to see Madison. As Madison obliged….there was a good 7 seven inches….Danni…looked at Madison…”do you have to ask replied Madison….as Danni slowly worked her lips down Madison’s shaft. Relax your throat honey said Madelyn…and as Danni did…Madisons rod found the back of her throat. Madelyn lubricated and slid in a double ended dildo and began fucking Danni’s pussy…

Within 20 minutes…Madison shot bolts of her hot cum into Danni’s mouth…Danni began to squirm as she squirted on the sex mat as Madelyn’s quim pushed out her end of the dildo…in a violent orgasm that spurted her hot sticky wet semen onto Danni’s backsides..

But Danni wanted more..as Madelyn coated Madison’s cock with her mother’s cum….for which Danni rode her first crossdresser cock. Unashamedly Danni slowly slid Madison’s 7 inches…and felt the throbbing inside her….”cumshot me….” Danni was a delirious whore who wanted it…needed it…had to have it….as Madison’s cock was deep…let loose…as Madelyn managed another orgasm….Madison’s hot wet cum….pouring out of Danni’s ass.

Taking pictures. Madison rested as her mom lactated Danni, as Madision began fucking Danni once more for a river of dick cream….. In all 3 times Danni took it and and enjoyed getting reamed back there. Outside of the clothes and being the woman she was..Danni was a lesbian at heart…and enjoyed being an admitted whore and slut she was. As she went to sleep she called her Aunt Lynn… She wanted to hear her cum over the phone…which her aunt obliged….Aunt Lynn’s response….”you are learning about the whore I am…enjoy…baby! “

To be continued

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Later that afternoon, Julia bade farewell to Charlotte and rode home in a blissfully happy state, unaware that a chain of events had been set in motion that would change her life forever.
The following morning she was at her needlework in the drawing room when there was a commotion in the hallway.

‘Lady Creswell, a coach is here bearing the crest of Lady Rainham’ announced the butler to Julia’s mother with a sense of urgency.

Emilia Creswell rose immediately, issuing orders to tidy the room and fetch refreshments while smoothing her skirts and adjusting her hair to welcome their august visitor. Presently, Lady Rainham was ushered in and both Julia and her mother curtsied deeply.

‘Good morning Emilia, how are you?’ enquired Lady Rainham.

‘We are all very well thank you’ she replied. ‘To what do we owe the pleasure of your company this morning?.

‘I have actually come to see Julia; I have some business that I wish to discuss in private’.

‘Of course Margarita’. Julia’s mother was a quivering mix of puzzlement and anticipation such that Julia could virtually see the thoughts forming in her mind. However, her deference to Lady Rainham’s social status discouraged her from further questioning unless a reason was given, even though the two women were on first name terms.

‘It is such a lovely day I thought we might take a stroll through the gardens Julia’ said Lady Rainham, obviously keen to keep the conversation between them.

‘As you wish’ replied Julia and led the way into the rose garden by the south wing of the house. While she was walking, her own mind was racing as to the meaning of the visit. There were a number of possibilities but she tried to keep calm and give nothing away.

Lady Rainham stopped by an ornately carved stone seat, shaded by an arbour covered with a fragrant rambling rose in full bloom and sat down. With her dark, raven hair and vaguely European features, you would have scarcely thought she was Charlotte’s mother, the striking red hair having been inherited from her father’s side. Julia had always thought of her as a most handsome woman who carried her slim but extremely feminine figure with grace and elegance.

‘Is there something you need to tell me Julia?’ she said in an even tone.

‘My lady, I’m not sure what you mean, what would you have me tell you?’. Despite her best efforts Julia could not keep a hint of nervousness from her voice.

Lady Rainham looked straight into her eyes. ‘If I mentioned a book and my daughter Charlotte, would that aid your memory?’.

Julia felt as though the world had caved in around her. Here it was the ruination of her reputation, the blackening of her family’s good name. She would be sent away in disgrace, forever divorced from the love of her parents and siblings, never to be so much as mentioned in polite conversation and a constant source of sniggering and innuendo from below stairs.

Lady Rainham could see her obvious discomfort and looked at her quizzically. ‘So tell me what you think of the text, what did you learn from it?’.

Julia was taken aback by this question. Was she just teasing her?. Was she planning to heap further humiliation on her head?. After a short pause she decided that the truth was the only possible option, for to feign shock or mere indifference would make her appear pathetically weak at best or a liar at worst if Charlotte had relayed the events of yesterday to her mother.

‘I found it an inspiration my lady’ she replied. ‘In the matter of relationships to feel that, as a woman, there should be no shame in deriving pleasure from sex, and that on the contrary it should be actively sought out and celebrated, was a revelation. At first I was unsure but as I read onwards it was clear that this was not merely a collection of erotica for the titillation of certain Gentlemen but was more a treatise for how a society might be when freed from the preconceptions due to gender and the useless denial of pleasure masquerading as morality.

Julia looked directly at Lady Rainham. ‘It taught me to think’ she said at length. ‘There should be no subject which I should not study, or become proficient at if I have a mind.

Lady Rainham nodded slightly. ‘That is a fair synopsis my dear’ she said and broke into a broad smile.
‘I must say that you have surprised me greatly Julia Creswell’. I had thought that while you were a most amiable and pretty companion, you could see little beyond the confines of your world, but I am happy to say that I was wrong’.

‘You are well acquainted with the book?’ said Julia feeling a little puzzled. This was a disconcerting turn of events but at least the gnawing panic in her stomach was subsiding rapidly.

Lady Rainham laughed out loud. ‘Oh Julia, did you think that Lord Rainham would have kept a text that has enhanced our relationship so much a dark secret?’. ‘I have known about, and studied the book for a long time. Some of the new translation is my own work that I have updated’.

She stood and beckoned to Julia. ‘Come and sit by me. You have been very honest with me and it is time that I gave you some of the facts’.

As they sat down Lady Rainham took a deep breath. ‘Firstly I must apologise. ‘You were never meant to see the book although I must say that it was a happy accident that you did. It is generally held under lock and key but was recently retrieved by my husband as we felt that it was time that we passed on that knowledge to Charlotte and George.’

‘Charlotte is such an untidy girl’ she continued. ‘Yesterday my husband told me that he was sure someone had found the book and read it as it was replaced on a different shelf, so I had to move immediately to find out who had seen it to protect them and ourselves. It is most heartening to find that both of you are open minded enough to appreciate it as we do’.

‘Where did the book come from’? asked Julia. ‘Do we know anything of the people who wrote it?’.

‘The book was found in India by my father in law, in a chest of articles he took as part of a trade deal. He was intrigued by the pictures but the language was unfamiliar and he had a lot of trouble finding anybody who could help him with the translation. Even then it took many years research to put it into a readable and accurate form. The book may have originated in India or further to the east, we are not really sure, and unfortunately it had no cover so we don’t have a title or author either. It is most frustrating although at least the work appears to be complete’.

‘What did you think when you first read it’? said Julia. Tell me truly, were you shocked’?.

‘A little’. Lady Rainham smiled as she reminisced.

‘I first met my husband at a ball in London, we had recently arrived from Italy and my mother worked as a seamstress for some of the ladies at Court. I helped her out on the night to get the ladies ready and just mingled in with everyone else’.

This surprised Julia as much as anything she had read in the book. The commonly held view was that Lady Rainham was related to a Countess, and yet it would appear that she had no connections or family whatsoever.

‘I think my mother hoped that I might meet somebody suitable to marry, but she would have never guessed I would wed Lord Rainham. Indeed, I had overheard from some of the other ladies that he was rude and perverse and most definitely not a gentleman. These were harsh words considering his position and eligibility’.

‘Late in the evening, I found myself alone and was thinking of retiring for the night when Lord Rainham approached me to ask for a dance. He was so handsome that night‘, she sighed wistfully, ‘and he paid me the greatest compliments’.

‘So he was charm itself then?’ giggled Julia.

‘Most certainly not’ replied Lady Rainham forcefully. ‘He not so much spoke as interrogated me throughout the dance and his questions were most forward and impertinent considering we had just met. Yet, I discerned a pattern in them, and felt he wanted to know my mind rather than merely engage in idle chatter’.

‘However, the subject of his questions concerning love and fidelity were most definitely outside the bounds of normal conversation. I asked him to explain himself if I were to reveal my soul and begged him to release me if all he wished for was a mistress, to be cast aside at a whim’.

‘He put an address card in my hand and promised all would be revealed the following day if I would visit him. He then bowed deeply, thanked me for the dance and left. He was immediately followed by two of his friends and spoke to them animatedly’. Lady Rainham paused and took a deep breath.

‘I turned the card over in my hands and tried to decide whether I should attend our meeting. I knew instinctively he would not like a chaperone and yet I had my reputation to protect. In the end I resolved to go alone and put myself at his mercy for although I hardly knew him I did not think he would harm me’.

‘Surely you must have been correct or you would not have married him’ whispered Julia excitedly, her eyes like saucers
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Lady Rainham smiled. ‘Yes, Julia you are right. I went to his town house by Regents Park and was welcomed by his sister Beatrice who immediately put me at my ease and stayed with us the entire day. Lord Rainham joined us presently with the book clutched under his arm and entreated me to read it with him. My initial reaction was similar to yours and I was unsure of his purpose in showing it to me so I took my courage in my hands and bluntly asked him to explain himself’.

‘He explained that he was looking for a wife, but not just any woman. He wanted a wife who could share the principles espoused in the book, at least in private, and be an equal partner in a relationship. He was tired of the game, as he put it, and found most women shallow and tiresome. I asked what he had seen in me as I appeared to share most of the traits that he apparently despised, to which he replied that he believed that I was open minded. I was taken aback but he reminded me of our conversation the previous evening where I had said I would bare my soul if his purpose was honourable’.

Lady Rainham paused again, her eyes fixed on the horizon, recalling the whole scene before she spoke. ‘Apparently I was the first woman to even allow him the benefit of the doubt, and in truth much of the book excited me, for in it lay a fulfilling future and potential danger too. I explained this to him and he proposed to me there and then if I would promise him to study the text diligently’.

‘What happened then?’ said Julia, impatient for Lady Rainham to continue.

‘Oh, it was all very formal. He asked my mother for my hand in marriage, my father having died some years before and of course she agreed. It was at this time that he had the story put about that I was related to the Countess of Siena, which was a complete fabrication of course but made with the intention of stopping any malicious gossip about our marriage’.

‘It was a short engagement but during it I studied the book thoroughly, alone and with my husband to be and as time progressed I was increasingly convinced I had made the right choice. At various times during this period Beatrice would leave us to ourselves and we took the opportunity to explore our sexuality. Of course we had to be careful lest the servants caught us, but although we indulged in mutual masturbation and oral sex, he would never make love to me. I asked him why as I wanted him so desperately and it seemed a betrayal of principle to delay our pleasure’.

‘Indeed’, said Julia who could scarcely believe the level of intimacy she was sharing with Lady Rainham.

‘He then told me he wanted me to make love to three of his closest companions who were also well versed in the book. I felt faint and asked why and he explained that he didn’t want to see me as a possession, but as a person who could take her pleasures as she chose and was not beholden to him’.

‘I knew his three companions and they were all most handsome and amiable but I asked how this could be my choice if this was his wish. He just said he would leave the entire decision to me and retired to bed’.

Oh heavens, what on earth did you do! exclaimed Julia.

‘In the end my dear it all boils down to trust. I was a virgin of course but he was telling me that the loss of this membrane of skin held no particular value to him. He valued me for myself’.

‘A week before our wedding, I received an invitation from Beatrice to go to their London house to talk over some of the arrangements. Lord Rainham was not there but after I had been there a while, the three companions he had mentioned to me entered the room. I was immediately flustered but Beatrice squeezed my arm and reassured me that anything that happened would be controlled by me.’
‘In the evening, the butler served dinner and all the servants were then given the night off. Beatrice sent word to my mother that I would be staying the night with her and then left as well leaving me alone with three men’.

Julia could say nothing at this moment but waited for Lady Rainham to continue.

‘I went to change quickly for dinner and found that Beatrice had laid out a dress on my bed. It was made entirely of muslin and had a jug of warm water beside it. I remembered this fashion from ages past and put on the dress with nothing beneath and then dampened it to make the material translucent before returning to my companions for the evening. I made quite an impression but if they thought they could seduce me easily they were mistaken and soon I had all three vying for my attention.’

‘Little by little I lowered my guard as the evening wore on. I would let the dress slip a little to reveal a hint of breast or stand in front of the fire while they looked so they could see my naked body silhouetted in the flickering light. The men became bolder and brushed against me or touched me. At first I pulled away but gradually I tolerated their caresses and at last one of them was bold enough to run his hand across my breast. I made no move to pull away and let him go on with a delicious sense of abandonment’.

Lady Rainham glanced across at Julia who was slightly flushed and hanging on her every word.

‘The man slid his hand inside my dress and cupped my breast, lightly pinching my nipple which quickly became erect. A second turned my face towards his and smothered me with his mouth, his tongue desperately searching for mine while the third hiked my dress up to my waist, exposing my naked, virgin pussy to their gaze. I could tell that I had teased all three to the limit judging by the bulges in their trousers and was resolved to let them ravish my body as they saw fit’.

‘Three!’ exclaimed Julia, ‘would I know any of them?’.

‘Is it important?’, said Lady Rainham with a laugh, ‘but since you ask the three men were Lord John Rawnsley, Lord Richard Windlesham and Frederic Dubois who manages the Rainham’s vineyards in France’.

Julia’s eyes widened still further and she bade Lady Rainham to continue the story.

‘John and Richard eased my legs apart and slid their hands up my thighs, taking it in turns to stroke my pussy lips until I was shuddering with pleasure. They moistened their fingers and then held my labia wide apart, stroking inwards and circling my clit, looking into my open sex. All the while they were telling me about the things they intended to do to me, the most exciting and forbidden things. Frederic had eased both breasts out of the top of my gown and was rolling my stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger’.

Julia was now quite literally open mouthed and feeling more than a little turned on as her imagination pictured the scene.

‘My pussy was really wet now, and I felt my dress sliding down my body leaving me totally nude. John picked me up in his arms and took me over to the fireside where he lay me on my back on a large rug.’
‘All three then stood in front of me and disrobed, and I gasped as I saw their huge cocks waiting to penetrate me. I got on my knees and took Richard’s cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head, using my hands to pump the shafts of the other two before sucking Frederic and finally John’.

‘I had aroused them beyond endurance, and John pushed me gently on to my back, diving between my open thighs and fucking me with his tongue. Frederic pushed his cock deep into my mouth and began to pump it in and out deeply to the point where I nearly gagged’.

‘Oh my, was this what you wanted’? cried Julia who’s head was spinning with the extreme images and coarse language coming from Lady Rainham’.

‘They were doing exactly what I wanted’ said Lady Rainham with a wink.

‘John’s skilful tongue lashed at my clit and quickly brought me to a shuddering orgasm. He then lay on the rug and pulled me astride him, lining up his cock with my pussy. I was back in control so I teased him again, rocking back and forth, rubbing my wet gash over the head of his cock, steeling myself for the moment when his thick pole would tear away my maidenhead. I slowly lowered myself on to his cock and, bracing myself with arms and knees, began to gently slide up and down. I was so wet and turned on that there was a mere moment of pain when I sank down on to his prick and took him right up to his balls’.

Julia was beginning to wish there was somewhere private she could go to satisfy her own urges.

‘Frederic’s cock was soon back in my mouth and John’s hands were under my ass, as I rode his thick manhood. I had nearly forgotten about Richard, and it was quite a surprise when John pulled my cheeks apart and I felt Richard’s fingers smearing a cream or jelly on to my asshole. I must admit I was slightly undecided at this point but I let him continue as he gently inserted a finger into my tight hole. I gasped as he moved it around gently, the sensation was quite different to the cock buried deep in my snatch but my pleasure was growing by the minute. Richard pushed the head of his well lubricated cock on my little starfish and told me to exhale as he penetrated me’.

‘It must have hurt’ said Julia with some concern. ‘I’m not sure I could let anyone do that to me’.

‘I trusted him which meant I could relax as I knew he would not hurt me’ replied Lady Rainham. ‘Don’t be so quick to deny yourself these pleasures. Anyway, Julia I was in ecstasy with a man in my pussy, mouth and ass. ‘All three of them pumped me in turn giving me a long, slow screw. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had as they shafted me in every orifice. When I thought I could take no more, they shifted positions. I was fucked on the table, bent over a chair, in every position possible for you to fantasise over and I loved every minute of it. At last, all three pulled out and I sucked them until they spurted their hot spunk all over my face and down my throat.’

Julia was simply speechless.

‘Presently Lord Rainham came into the room and took me upstairs where he had run a hot bath. He bathed me in silence, laid me on the bed and gently massaged away all stress from my body. He didn’t need to say a word Julia, for I could tell in every loving stroke and tender caress how much he loved me. When he had finished I undressed him and we made love. That was the difference, far removed from the raw excitement of earlier in the evening, this was something altogether more spiritual and believe me, you need both in this life’.

‘Do you still have sex with other men?’. Julia was aware of the impertinence of the question but her curiosity simply got the better of her.

‘I do’ said Lady Rainham simply. ‘There are two further things I need to know from you Julia, both of which are of some importance. Firstly, I would like to know whether you feel you could love George. I know it is your mother’s dearest wish but I would hear your opinion’.

‘He is one of the kindest and most handsome men I know, not that I know many men of course. I would love to become better acquainted and’….Julia’s voice trailed off.

‘If you like, I could let my son know of your admiration’. Of course I will be subtle and advance your case while making him think it is his idea’.

‘I should like that very much my Lady’ replied Julia.

Secondly, as I’m sure you appreciate, the contents of the book should be held confidential and only released to those with a mind that is able to accept it’.

Julia nodded in acquiescence.

‘There are now a good many people in our circle and we regularly have hedonistic weekends at various addresses. I realise that this is all very new to you but I would be prepared to sponsor you into our circle if you wish to attend’.

Julia was thrilled but nervous at the same time. ‘I would like a little time to think it over Lady Rainham, and what will I tell my parents’.

‘Don’t worry too much about that my dear, I’m sure she will be only too delighted if you accompanied us on one of our country retreats’. Lady Rainham flashed her an impish smile that made her look much younger. ‘We meet again in four weeks so you have some time to decide, I expect both Charlotte and George will be present so you will have some familiar faces around as well as myself and Lord Rainham of course’.

‘I will take my leave of you now’ said Lady Rainham, stretching as she rose from the seat. ‘I will inform your mother that you will wait on us tomorrow at George’s request, I’m sure she will be thrilled’.

Julia could hardly hide her excitement or surprise at Lady Rainham’s outrageous self confidence but remembered at the last moment to execute a rather ragged curtsey before following Lady Rainham back to the house.

Julia’s mother could hardly contain herself at Lady Rainham’s invitation and fussed around her daughter all evening offering advice on how she might secure the match, and continued the following morning in much the same way. At last Julia was able to bid her mother farewell and make the familiar journey to Rainham Park.

The engagements with George were, to any casual observer, as formal as any other meetings between young people who hoped to become married as they always took place in open view and with Charlotte present as a chaperone. However, the content of the conversations were most certainly not what one would expect but to Julia this was exciting and different. She learnt with surprise that the running of the Rainham estates fell to Lady Rainham, and that Lord Rainham had set up his own importing business for exotic goods from the East. This was highly unusual and would have been frowned upon in many quarters if it were common knowledge.

Naturally, much of the conversation centred around the contents of the book and, after some initial awkwardness, Julia found she could discuss anything with George which made her love him even more, and to her delight found that they both interpreted the text in much the same way. In many ways George reminded her of Lady Rainham with the same dark hair and elegant features. He was also tall and well muscled, being a keen sportsman, with a penchant for tight breeches that stretched across a generous bulge in his groin. It quite set Julia’s heart fluttering.

The courtship became a whirlwind romance and the week before the planned hedonists’ weekend Julia and George became engaged. This was a subject of great happiness in both families and gave Lady Rainham the opportunity to broach the subject of the party once more.

‘Have you thought about attending?’ she asked. ‘I will understand if you require more time, but I would be most proud to have my children accompany me’.

Julia looked at George. ‘We would be delighted to my Lady’ she replied. ‘But I’m still a little nervous of being with so many other people’.

Lady Rainham smiled gently. ‘I quite understand and I have a confession to make. I have already primed two of our group’s most accomplished lovers to initiate you both into the circle. You may change your minds if you wish and it will not cause offence to anybody I can assure you. The main thing is you have fun and experience as much pleasure as is possible’.

George made an odd choking noise. ‘I had rather hoped to initiate Julia myself’ he stammered.

‘Hmm and I had hoped to save my future daughter in law from your fumbling attempts until you had achieved a level of proficiency’ said Lady Rainham imperiously. ‘The Countess de Saynes is so good with you young bucks’.

‘The Countess de Saynes’ exclaimed George quickly drawing a mental picture of her large breasted figure, beautiful, sensual face and that impossibly small waist.

‘For you Julia, I have Colonel Sandford’ whispered Lady Rainham. ‘I’m certain you will find him to your liking’.

George looked at Julia, his eyes questioning. ‘Thank you for your kindness Lady Rainham’ she said. ‘I will be delighted to accept for both of us. George my love, I have no problems with giving the Countess the boy just as long as she gives me back the man’. There was an unmistakeable sparkle in her lovely blue eyes and she playfully drew her finger to her lips and shook out her hair’.

Lady Rainham took Julia’s hand, hardly able to contain her mirth. ‘Julia Creswell, I declare that every day you possess the capacity to surprise me. I will finalise the arrangements immediately’.

The days to the party seemed to drag and Julia’s excitement grew the closer it got. At times she was apprehensive as it seemed such a big step into the unknown, but she could always find reassurance and a sympathetic ear from Lady Rainham.

At last the day arrived and Julia bade her parents farewell before climbing into the Rainham’s splendid coach. She had a big trunk of clothes for the weekend that she was unlikely to need but was necessary to keep up the pretence. This was loaded onto the roof alongside the Rainham’s luggage and then the carriage and four proceeded at a stately pace down the imposing driveway and on to the turnpike road.

‘May I ask where we are going?’ said Julia as soon as they had reached the Turnpike Road.

‘The Windleshams my dear’ replied Lady Rainham.

This made perfect sense to Julia having heard Lady Rainham’s story and the coach was soon full of nervous and excited chatter. At last, they reached the imposing setting of Windlesham Hall and the servants hurried out to carry their luggage into the main house, leaving it in a side room as instructed by the Windlesham’s butler. Lord Rainham discussed the lodgings and stabling for the horses that he had arranged in the nearby village with his driver and then the Rainham’s coach left, to be replaced by another carrying more new arrivals.

They all walked in to the grand entrance hall with its marvellous sweeping staircase, the walls covered in fine art and tapestries, and were greeted by Lord and Lady Windlesham. The ladies and gentlemen were then directed to separate rooms where they undressed and were given flowing, white cotton robes to wear and a pair of soft slippers. Julia took a sash and tied it loosely around her waist to emphasise her figure, and followed Lady Rainham through a door at the rear of the room into a huge annexe that had recently been added to the building.

The annexe was already bustling with people dressed in the same plain robes and Lady Rainham introduced Julia to many of the people milling around. Julia’s mind was in a whirl. Some of the people she recognised or was acquainted with as they were drawn from the local landed gentry. There were others she did not know in person but recognised by name as some of the most influential and high ranking people in the land. Everybody was most friendly and welcoming and any difference in rank was entirely put aside.

Lady Rainham caught sight of Colonel Mike Sandford and hurried across the room to meet him with Julia in tow.

‘Mike, how are you?’, she said kissing him on both cheeks.

‘I’m fine, thank you Margarita, and looking forward, as ever, to this glorious weekend’ he replied.
‘This must be Julia’ he said extending his hand. ‘Margarita has told me so much about you, but her description of your beauty was completely inadequate’.

Julia found herself blushing under his gaze as his eyes took in her figure, clad in the thin cotton robe, with appreciation.

‘I’m being a terrible host. Do come and get something to eat, you must be famished after your journey’ said Mike, leading Julia towards a table piled high with exotic food and fruits. Julia felt too excited to be hungry but the spread before her was so magnificent that she felt she had to sample it. She turned to speak to Lady Rainham but found that she was now quite alone with her companion, who led her to a small table to eat.

Julia looked shyly across the table. Mike Sandford was younger than she had supposed, lean, hard and handsome with short, cropped brown hair and deeply tanned skin. He served in the East India Company and had risen from the ranks on merit to become a Captain, a position he quickly advanced from following the Mutiny when a large number of senior officers were found to be inept.

He quickly put her at ease with his casual, friendly manner and wild and exciting stories of his life in India such that Julia felt like she was talking to a lifelong friend rather than somebody she had only just met. Yet there was something dark in his nature, just a feeling that those smiling eyes had seen things that he dare not repeat which gave Julia a thrill and sent a shiver down her spine.

A high pitched squeal of pleasure distracted her from Mike’s latest story and she looked around for the source. The annexe had become a lot emptier while they had been talking and now there was just a few new arrivals at the food table and some flirtatious couples draped on the scattered chaise longues. Julia could hardly believe her eyes as the source of the squeal was revealed as the pretty, young wife of the local Vicar who was being fingered by two of Lord Windlesham’s footmen. Her husband sat next to her, clearly excited by the proceedings, working his cock to an erection.

As she watched, she was aware of Mike’s hand on her thigh. ‘Come with me’ he said gently and led her up a narrow flight of stairs at the corner of the annexe. As they reached the first floor, a servant appeared to show them to one of the guest rooms and led the way in.

‘If there is anything I can do please just call’ he said.

‘Thank you’ replied Julia

‘If you wish to visit the oasis just ring the bell and one of the ladies will lead you down’.

Julia turned to Mike once the servant had left. ‘What is the oasis?’

‘I’m surprised Margarita didn’t tell you. It is somewhere for the ladies to go to purely relax, there are baths, masseurs and quiet places to rest and you wont be propositioned while you are in there’.

‘Is there a similar place for the men?’ she asked.

‘Yes, broadly similar but it’s on the other side of the annexe. I’m well known here so he didn’t bother with the formalities’.

‘Oh, are you indeed’ smiled Julia coquettishly and loosened the top of Mike’s robe so it fell from his shoulders and pooled around his feet.

She ran her fingers over his powerful, sinewy upper body, the tight muscles feeling like coiled steel. Every inch seemed to tell a story, a livid red scar as a result of a slash across the chest, another smaller scar, shaped like a small crescent. Was this caused by a bullet?. Julia didn’t know but it fascinated her and turned her on, the umbilical link between the powerful life force in front of her and the ever present shadow of death. She carefully traced her fingers around each wound, searching, exploring and then put her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

Mike’s tongue searched for hers and she opened her mouth and let herself melt into his embrace, his strong arms around her, holding her to him. She could feel his cock becoming hard, pressing into her belly through the thin cotton robe.

Julia broke the kiss at last. She wanted to be in control of her own initiation, her own journey into an unknown and uncertain pleasure that required her to take the lead.

She renewed her fingertip journey of his body, lightly running her lips over his chest and playfully sucking at his nipples, making them stand out as she descended towards his now fully erect prick.

Julia was now kneeling before him as a supplicant and yet in control. His cock looked even larger from this angle, rearing and twitching as if it had a life of its own. She took it gently between thumb and forefinger, the foreskin sliding back easily to reveal the large, bulbous head and gently stroked it back and forth.
Mike exhaled in a low whistle and stroked her hair. ‘Mmm that feels nice, but you can be a bit rougher you know, it’s not made of porcelain’.

Julia flashed him a wicked look and took a firmer grip, pumping his cock with a steady rhythm until a drop of clear precum appeared at the tip. She lowered her head towards it, as a bee is drawn towards nectar and licked it clean, wrapping her tongue around the head and drawing it into her mouth. She could hear her lover moan with pleasure again and the hand stroking her hair willed her downwards, to take his whole manhood into her mouth.

Fragments of remembered text came into her mind. She hollowed her cheeks as she moved her mouth up and down on his cock, the warm flesh caressing her tongue as it slid tightly between her lips.

‘Oh Jesus fucking Christ’ gasped Mike as Julia slurped on his pole ‘on earth as it is in fucking heaven’.

‘Do you think I look like an angel then?’ said Julia, pausing in her ministrations.

‘Angels don’t stop’ he replied laughing and she sank her mouth back to its delightful task.

Julia began to enjoy herself as she licked and sucked as his hot, hard cock, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside. She loved the salty taste of the precum now leaking copiously from the tip and his ragged breathing was proof of the satisfaction he was gaining from her efforts.

Mike brushed the hair back from her forehead so he could watch his prick sliding in and out and gently pushed down on her head, willing her to take more and more into her mouth. Julia raised her eyes and stared straight at Mike, cradling his heavy balls and adjusting the speed and intensity of her fellatio to extract the greatest amount of mutual pleasure. She could feel the tight knots of the muscles in his thighs as he neared his climax but continued to suck, fondling and stroking his prick with increasing urgency. It began to pulse in her mouth and she prepared herself just in time for the powerful jet of spunk that hit the back of her throat. Julia swallowed greedily as his cock went into spasm in her mouth, coating her tongue with thick, creamy juice that she lapped up.

Julia stood up and loosened the sash around her waist, letting the thin robe slide off her body revealing her nakedness beneath. Mike’s eyes devoured her body like a hungry predator, from her beautiful face, framed by her long blonde hair, past her large, softly rounded breasts to the flare of her hips and the golden triangle that obscured her sex.

Julia backed away, beckoning to Mike with her finger and a pouting smile on her face. He moved quickly, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her clean off her feet and on to the bed, spreading her legs wide apart as he did so. Mike stared at the pink pearl of her sex, wetting his finger and gently pulling her labia apart so he could see deep inside her love hole, revealing the thin membrane that was proof of her chastity. He bent his head to her pussy, inhaling her sweet musk and ran his tongue along her sensitive inner thigh, kissing and teasing around the edges of her hot tunnel. Julia arched her back, thrusting herself towards him but he avoided the invitation and continued the soft movements of his lips and tongue around her dripping vagina despite her protests.

Julia squirmed under his soft caresses, willing him to satisfy the burning need in her belly. Mike’s tongue crept closer to her pussy, at last running from the bottom to the top of her moist lips. She felt like a shock had gone through her body, as his tongue returned and started to probe and penetrate her boiling cunt and his hands ran over her breasts, tweaking at the engorged nipples causing her to moan with pleasure.
Mike sucked her labia into his mouth and flicked his tongue toward her clitoris that was now prominently poking out from its hood of flesh. Julia shuddered as his tongue circled the stiff little bud before gently running over it and driving her wild. She abandoned any thought of control and submitted herself to his expert lovemaking as he sucked every inch of her lust filled, creamy pussy, fucking her with his tongue, keeping her on the edge of orgasm before his tongue once again lashed at her clit and brought her to Nirvana.

All the while, Mike was telling her how beautiful she was and what he intended to do to her. This turned her on nearly as much as the physical side, she had never felt so wanted or needed in her entire life. Julia responded hesitantly at first, but as her inhibitions melted she found herself begging him to do all of the deliciously naughty things to her that he could think of.

As she came again, she felt Mike slide up her body and cover her mouth with is. She could taste her own love juices on his tongue, a heady reminder of her experience with Charlotte and feel the urgent probing of the tip of his cock, rubbing against the open lips of her pussy.

Mike took his stiff cock in his hand and pointed it at her dripping entrance, pushing forward so that the head was just inside her vagina. He let Julia become used to this sensation, swaying his hips from side to side so she could get used to having a raging hard dick inside her. He could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate the large head and knew that the next part would involve some pain whatever he did but Julia surprised him as she hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him inside her sharply, wincing as his cock ripped through her hymen and plowed deeply into her cunt.

Mike smoothed back the hair from her face and then kissed her deeply, letting her get used to feeling him inside her and for the pain to subside. At length, he began to move his hips and work his big cock in and out of her virgin hole. Every little thrust elicited a soft slurping sound as he worked his way gently in and out of one of the tightest pussies it had ever been his good fortune to screw.

Julia felt uncomfortable at first but soon began to feel the pleasure of a hard cock inside her for the first time as Mike started slowly flexing his pelvic muscles to move in and out, gradually increasing the depth and intensity of his lovemaking. Julia wound her legs around his waist, letting her hand slip between them so she could stimulate her clit and feel his slippery shaft sinking into her body. Her pleasure grew as Mike varied his position so he could stimulate very part of her pussy, her orgasm welling up inside until at last she came with a scream and dug her fingernails into his back in her ecstasy.

Mike was now in control, turning her on to her front and lifting her hips so he could enter her pussy from behind. He loved this position, ramming deep against the soft round pillows of her ass, hearing her moan and writhe against his cock as he withdrew it so just the tip was inside her before thrusting forward up to his balls. Julia could feel her orgasm building again as he fucked her hard, his hands underneath her body, grasping at her full tits and pulling at her erect nipples. She was gasping for breath and moving her body in time with his, feeling this incredible surge of excitement build within her body until she came with another loud scream, flooding his cock and thighs with her fragrant juices. Mike continued to pump inside her until she felt him stiffen and withdraw his cock. She turned back to face him, swallowing his cock greedily, feeling it pulse in her mouth as he shot long streams of spunk down her throat.

The both lay side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms as they recovered.

‘That was everything I hoped it would be’ said Julia, turning towards him to plant a tender kiss on his lips.
‘Glad to hear it’ he replied laughing. ‘We’ve only just begun’.

Mike was as good as his word and tutored Julia thoroughly in the art of lovemaking. She learnt how to give him the maximum pleasure and enhance her own enjoyment at the same time, quite losing count of the number of times she came, as the two of them fucked in every position imaginable until at last they fell asleep.

When Julia awoke, she could not be sure if it was day or night as the heavy drapes excluded all light. Mike was still fast asleep next to her and not wishing to wake him, slipped on her cotton robe and went out to the passageway. She felt hot and sticky and quickly found one of the servants who sent a lady to lead her down to the oasis.

Julia could hardly believe her eyes as she passed through the door. The oasis was laid out like an Ancient Roman bath which a huge sunken marble pool surrounded by lush vegetation. There were various reclining chairs around the pool, a few occupied by women and a small group chattering quietly at one end.
Another servant appeared and ushered her into a small area just off the main complex where there was another smaller, steaming bath. Julia stripped off her robe and climbed in, letting the servant bathe her with fragrant soaps.

‘Would you like a massage Miss?’

Julia was not quite sure what this entailed but didn’t feel like admitting her ignorance. ‘Of course’ she replied and let the servant lead her to a scrubbed wooden bench where she lay on her front.

‘What is your name’ asked Julia as she felt her shoulders and neck being manipulated in a firm yet gentle manner that left her feeling agreeably relaxed.

‘Abigail Miss. Is this your first time here as I can’t remember seeing you before, and I get to see most of the ladies at one time or another?’

‘Yes, I came with Lord and Lady Rainham’.

‘Oh, you must be Julia then. Lord Windlesham was excited by all the new blood that was coming this weekend, the randy old goat’.

Julia turned her head to meet Abigail’s gaze. ‘Really?’

‘Quite looking forward to the lovely Julia he was’ said Abigail with a crafty wink and the two of them burst out laughing.

‘I’ve been with Mike Sandford all night’ purred Julia in a loud whisper.

‘Oooh, lucky you, I’ve had the pleasure myself once or twice’.

Julia relaxed and let Abigail continue with her massage while the two of them exchanged small talk. At length, she finished and Julia got up feeling fully refreshed and went into the pool.

The water was warm and just right for a relaxing dip as she let herself float on the surface gazing at the vaulted ceiling with its ornate cornices and beautiful frescoes, wondering if this was what it felt like to be a lady in Ancient Rome. Her daydream was interrupted as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

‘Julia darling how are you?’

Julia found her feet on the bottom of the pool and turned her head, amazed to find herself face to face with Lady Archbold, one of her mother’s oldest friends.

‘I’m well thank you and I trust you are finding this weekend most agreeable’ she said quickly.

In truth Julia was finding this all a little unsettling, as if she was in the middle of a dream. Oh, it was a very pleasant dream alright but some of the cast of characters were most definitely unexpected.

‘Very agreeable as always’ effused Lady Archbold. ‘I hear from Margarita that you are equally enamoured with the ladies ‘ she said with a glint in her eye.

‘I see there are no secrets here’ laughed Julia, ‘and I would be delighted to oblige you at some future point in time my lady’.

‘I shall look forward to it’ whispered Lady Archbold and with a deft flick of her legs she propelled herself towards the centre of the pool.

Julia idly wondered if that constituted a proposition, which was forbidden, or merely a question, but decided she didn’t really care either way and climbed out of the pool to dry off and retrieve her robe.

She had a sudden urge to find Charlotte and quickly left the oasis, making her way back to the main hall where she enquired after her friend from one of the Windlesham’s vast number of servants.

‘I believe she is in the East Wing madam’ replied the footman, ‘I will be happy to escort you if you are not sure of the way’.

‘Thank you, I should like that’ said Julia and followed the footman up the stairs and along the galleried landing, which opened into more vast reception rooms. Most of these had one or more couples or groups frantically making love in all sorts of ways and she could not help but stare in amazement as they did not even seem to react to their presence. She recognised the Windlesham’s youngest daughter, a girl barely into her teens, riding a young man with total abandon. She asked her if she wanted to join them but Julia declined politely and hurried after the footman who was striding ahead and behaving as though this was the most natural thing in the world.

Once they reached the East Wing, he made further enquiries and then showed Julia into a dimly lit bedroom where two figures writhed on the bed. They looked up as she entered, but neither of them were Charlotte.

‘Oh, I’m sorry I was looking for my friend Charlotte Rainham’ she said somewhat embarrassed
The young man pointed to the wall and Julia realised that the mirror on it was actually looking through into the adjoining room and there on the floor was Charlotte being screwed by two men, one in her pussy and the other in her ass, urging them to satisfy her.

Julia stared as her lover was pounded hard, groaning as they thrust their thick hard cocks in unison into her willing holes. She felt herself becoming aroused, scarcely able to to comprehend what had happened to them in such a short time, but her purpose in seeking out Charlotte was to experience the joys of making love to one of her own sex so she withdrew and retraced her steps to the main hall.

When Julia arrived, the main hall was strangely empty although she could hear the sound of distant voices echoing in the corridors. A side door opening drew her attention and a tall brunette woman entered the hall adjusting her cotton robe and looking somewhat uncomfortable, glancing around as if unsure what to do next.

‘Can I help you at all?’

‘Oh, thank you yes, this is my first time’, the brunette sounded agitated.

‘The carriage threw a wheel on the way down and it took hours to fix. I am afraid Edward will have found someone else by now’.

‘Edward who?’

‘Edward Machin, my fianc? He invited me for this weekend to broaden my outlook so he said’. The girl blushed, obviously uncomfortable with having this conversation with a stranger.

‘Oh, so you must be Felicity Harborne’, cried Julia. Felicity was well known in London society as a great beauty and although they had not met, Julia had certainly heard plenty of gossip. Julia now took the chance to study her more closely. She was uncommonly tall, around 5’ 10” and of a slender and elegant build with large, full breasts that jutted out proudly from her body. Her thick, dark lustrous hair made Julia quite jealous and her full lips, large smiling hazel eyes and aquiline nose made her look as distinguished as she was beautiful. Julia felt a delicious tingling sensation at the thought of trying to seduce her.

‘I’m Julia Creswell’ she said holding out her hand, ‘and I will be delighted to show you around. We may even find Mr Machin’ she said with a giggle.

‘I’m pleased to meet you’ replied Felicity, ‘I was so nervous when Edward wasn’t here to meet me.
Perhaps he was afraid I wouldn’t come’.

Julia smiled and led Felicity towards the Oasis where she gave her a quick tour before continuing up to the galleried landings and beyond, explaining what she had found out by herself, or had been told by Mike. They passed by various couple and groups in all manner of activities and Julia studied Felicity’s expression to try and gauge her reactions.

They reached a small room, adjacent to the main passage that was empty and Julia drew Felicity inside and sat down.

‘Well, what do you think of it?’.

‘This is all so unbelievable’ said Felicity, ‘I’m not sure what to think to be honest. Edward tried to prepare me for it but I didn’t really believe him, I thought I would call his bluff.’

‘I think it is wonderful, we can do whatever we want without fear of reproach or censure’ whispered Julia, stroking Felicity’s arm. She could see Felicity swallow hard and lightly ran her hand across her magnificent tits.

‘Please, I’m not sure what my fianc?would think, and I don’t find other women that…..interesting’.

‘Why, have you tried?’ said Julia lightly continuing her caresses. ‘Your fianc?wants you to broaden your horizons does he not?’.

‘I’m not sure he meant like this’ said Felicity primly. ‘I think I should go and find him’.

‘Nonsense, you lie back and let me take care of everything. If you don’t like it I promise I will stop’.

Julia gently pushed Felicity back onto the sofa and unfastened her own robe so that she was completely naked. She then unfastened Felicity’s robe and cast it on to the floor despite some half hearted protests.

Julia’s temples throbbed. She was high on lust and the control she had over this beautiful woman and pushed her flat on her back, parting her thighs and exposing her tight young pussy to her gaze.
She mounted her as a man might and pinned Felicity’s arms to the sofa, kissing her full on the mouth, forcing her tongue between her lips. Felicity’s struggles slowly subsided and she allowed herself to be kissed, to be submissive beneath the beautiful young blonde. She was flushed with excitement, having dreamed that a man would take her like this as in a romantic novel, but never a woman and never in public where anyone could see.

Julia ran her hands over the firm globes of Felicity’s tits, tweaking her huge nipples to erection. She had never seen such a magnificent sight, the large, cherry red areolas sitting beneath a thick nipple that was an inch in length. Julia took one and then the other into her mouth like a miniature penis and sucked and nibbled at them. Felicity moaned gently beneath her and Julia stroked up her thigh, through the sparse, brown pubic muff to her sweet slit that had already begun to leak its pungent juice.

She applied a gentle pressure, feeling her finger slip between the damp, fleshy folds as she sought out her clitoral treasure. She was careful as Felicity was almost certainly a virgin if this was her first time at one of these gatherings and she wanted her initiation to be as perfect as her own. Her sensitive fingers quickly found the clitoral hood and brushed around it causing Felicity to writhe beneath her. Julia raised her fingers to her mouth to taste the sweet nectar and to lubricate them further before sliding them into her pussy once more. As she stimulated Felicity’s clit with her forefinger, she slid her index finger deep into her wet hole and started to finger fuck her. Felicity was moaning louder now, her cries stifled by Julia’s hot tongue. Julia was squeezing her breast and nipple with one hand and now slid a second finger into Felicity’s dripping cunt, bringing her to a shattering orgasm. She slid down her body, pushing her legs high in the air and thrust her tongue into the open pink oyster in front of her, using her fingers as well to maximise the pleasure. Felicity was totally out of control, thrashing away beneath her.

‘Oh, stick your tongue right inside, that feels so good’ she whimpered. ‘Have your way with me, do anything you want’.

She arched her back as Julia’s tongue brought her to another orgasm and filled her mouth with her juices.
‘My turn now’ she said and lay back on the couch, pulling Felicity on top of her as she did so. The two girls kissed passionately and then Julia pushed Felicity’s head down her body between her thighs.

‘Eat my pussy’ she ordered and was delighted as Felicity dived in enthusiastically as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Julia noticed that people were gathering round, watching the enchanting spectacle of two of the most beautiful girls in the Country making love.
Julia mashed Felicity’s face into her cunt, covering it with her love potion as she came in a rush. Lady Rainham appeared at her side and started to massage Julia’s tits, tweaking the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

‘Would you like to fuck Felicity like a man’ she whispered.

Julia looked at her quizzically before she produced a large, well lubricated strap on dildo with a smaller, spring loaded phallus on the other side to stimulate the wearer. She smiled and quickly slipped the dildo on, fastening it around her hips, spreading the legs of a wide eyed Felicity.

Julia played the tip of the monstrous cock up and down Felicity’s slit and then started to push forward. She saw her wince and withdrew before pushing in a bit further, feeling the resistance of her hymen.

‘Just fuck me darling, I want you to fuck me’.

Julia thrust forward and ripped her virginity away. The feeling was so intense, she could see in Felicity’s eyes all of the emotions that had gone through her own mind when she was taken for the first time.

Julia now imagined her self as a man and eased the thick shaft into Felicity’s tight cunt until she had taken the full length. The spring loaded dildo was driving her crazy as she fucked her lover’s pussy with long deep strokes and paced herself as she could feel her own orgasm building to time it with Felicity’s.
Felicity was bucking beneath her like an unbroken horse and uttering such obscenities that Julia was shocked.
As she came again, so Julia speeded her own strokes and joined her in orgasmic bliss.

There was no rest for the two girls though. A large crowd had gathered and several men pulled them apart. Julia felt the dildo being removed to be replaced by a hot cock that drove into her body to the hilt. Felicity was being similarly serviced but she had no time to look at that. The man inside her could not last long before he sprayed his seed over her tits and belly and was immediately replaced by another.

She now had two fully erect cocks bobbing in front of her face and eagerly took them into her mouth, licking and sucking them in turn. She felt deliciously depraved as she felt another man begin to probe at her virgin asshole with a lubricated finger and gasped as she felt it pass her outer ring and into the hot, tight cavity beyond. Julia was rapidly reaching another orgasm as all her holes were being used, she felt the cock within her begin to pulse and then fill her womb with his seed. As he withdrew with a slurp, his cock was replaced by a tongue and Julia was amazed to find Lady Rainham with her head between her thighs, licking the spunk from her pussy.

She was turned face down with her fine ass in the air and came face to face with Charlotte’s unmistakable flame coloured pussy that she lapped at greedily, sucking the clit into her mouth making Charlotte shudder with pleasure. Behind her she could feel her ass cheeks being spread and a cock placed at her anus.
‘Just try to relax darling’. Lady Rainham’s soothing words encouraged her as the huge stiff cock stretched her asshole. The earlier lubrication helped and soon Julia felt the large bulbous head slip past her sphincter and deep inside. The feeling was incredible, quite unlike having a man in her pussy and although there was some pain at first she soon started to enjoy the feeling of his prick stretching her tender butthole as he moved in and out.

Julia was moaning like crazy, her face buried in Charlotte’s horny snatch and covered in her fragrant juices while the man behind her was thrusting deep until his balls slapped against her ass. She felt her hips being lifted and another unknown lover slipped underneath her and entered her well used pussy easily.
The sensation of having a man in her cunt and ass drove Julia wild and she was soon coming harder than she had ever done before. The man in her ass quickened his stroke and she felt him erupt inside her swiftly followed by the man in her hot snatch.

‘No more’ pleaded Julia, panting with the exertion and Lady Rainham helped her up and on to a nearby sofa. Julia looked behind her to see who had taken her anal cherry and was faced by George, her husband to be, who kissed her tenderly.
As she looked down to see who had screwed her she saw it was Lord Rainham.

‘Welcome to the family’ he said with a playful smile on his face.

‘The pleasure was all mine’ she replied. ‘I really think I could do with a spell in the Oasis’.

Julia. Charlotte and Lady Rainham departed arm in arm leaving the men to their own devices.

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This story is an explicit erotic thriller. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults, murder, and a storyline that makes you wonder “Where the heck has E. G. Saunders been all my life?”

E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. And whether that’s out of fear or pleasure is up to you.

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Chapter 5

So, I spilled my guts.

She wanted to know who I knew in the industry. The important people. The small people. Some in between.

There were a few people I didn’t mention. My brain wasn’t so soaked in rum that I couldn’t keep a few secrets. Sexy fucking Candy just sat on the bed occasionally touching her stomach, occasionally letting her fingers slide lower to distract me…

What was I saying?

Oh, yeah. She knew what she was doing was all. She knew how to keep a man’s attention and even a woman’s. I remember talking to Stacy Drip, yes, that was her name. Wettest girl in the biz and the least creative as far as names went.

Stacy had worked with Candy before on a girl on girl. Stacy was one of those fake lesbians who would start off kissing another woman’s pussy only to quickly distance herself from it with the farthest extent of her tongue. Slow, light touches using only the tip—all the while moaning as if it was the best thing in the world. And then she would swiftly bring up her fingers and circle the woman’s clit and smile and moan some more.

Any self-respecting porn connoisseur—male or female—would burn a woman like that at the stake. At the very least, bill her for the agonizing waste of time she put you through watching her.

A pussy was meant to be eaten with a full mouth. Eating pussy..

Um…sorry, Candy again…

Eating pussy is not a distance sport. You trail and tease with the tongue—the whole tongue, sides, tip, underside and top. You develop a flavor for the whole woman in front of you. And when she’s ready, you tease a little more. After she’s begging, you cover her fully, as if you were giving her mouth-to-mouth and her very life depended on you.

Fingers come in only to assist the mouth and tongue.

That is all.

Anything less than full involvement is sacrilege.

Watching porn with a Stacy performing is frustrating, even infuriating and godless. “Stacys” worked for Satan, in my book.

At any rate, Stacy was telling me about her scene with Candy. She was giving Candy her normal treatment when all of a sudden Candy grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her in tight and wouldn’t let go. Candy wrapped her legs around Stacy’s shoulders to control her further. They were strong legs.

At first Stacy resisted, but then something came over her, and she served Candy like a mistress deserved. Her words. After that, Stacy found herself willingly submissive and attentive. Stacy said she would do anything for Candy.

And that’s where I was after spilling my guts. Candy didn’t have to move to pull my attention, but she did it anyway. I was all eyes. All. I devoured Candy like she…like she was meant to be devoured.

Yes. I’m weak. But I’m strong enough to admit that.

Candy took all my information, names, dates—as well as I could remember, which wasn’t all that good—hair color, weight, even scent.

“Scent?”

“Yes,” Candy said. She then took a second to lightly rub the flesh between her leg and her pussy, you know, that soft part that can be so ticklish sometimes. She brought her fingers up to my nose, letting me inhale it, then she pressed down on my top lip to leave her scent with me.

“Scent,” Candy said. “You know what that is. Now, what did they smell like? Any kind of scent you can remember.”

It was very hard to pull myself from the scent on my upper lip. Quite honestly, her scent could bring me to kill under the right circumstances…

Oh please, don’t act like you couldn’t be brought there. Men and woman have been doing this sort of thing to each other throughout history. Candy could’ve started some wars, easily.

Right now I was warring with my memory. I didn’t want to leave her scent. Eventually, I did, but it was not a warm, pleasant place I went. My memories of the scent of some of these people were bathed in sour sweat and pepperoni mouth, shoe stink and farts.

Candy absorbed it all greedily, rewarding me now and then with trailing fingers to her perfect nipples.

Damn. I was doomed.

Candy knew it, too.

She knew a lot of things, it turned out.

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Chapter 6

Candy stopped me when she saw that I was repeating myself. I knew I was doing it, but more after the fact than during.

I was tired, and my buzz was wearing off. My dick was sore and so was my jaw. She had done a job on me in more ways than one. More than anything else, I was simply getting tired of hearing my own voice.

I jumped when Candy got up from her position. I swear I only looked away for a second, and there she was—very close to me. That bothered me. That made me afraid of her. She could have done things to me in that second.

I suppose I had just suffered from retention of vision or something. One moment she was curled on her side facing me, her hand always moving, lightly touching her curves and valleys. I only looked away because my neck was getting sore from having been in one place staring at her for so long.

And then she was near me. She was on her hands and knees, low and catlike. She drew closer, and I think I mumbled something. She sat up straighter and smiled at me. I didn’t like that smile.

Things get a little blurry here. Christ! There was just so much happening. I was reeling inside. I had been stimulated from a lot of different angles recently and honestly didn’t know which way was up.

I didn’t like that I was afraid of this woman. She was in control of something base in me, and I had no idea what she was going to do with that control.

In truth, I wanted her. I fucking wanted to have this woman stimulate me daily. Nightly. All the time. I wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck her until she was black and blue.

I wanted her sex, and, yes, a part of me actually wanted her to control me. There, I said it.

I wasn’t like that normally. I would give and take in relationships, but I always held my own as my own. No one was going to push me where I didn’t want to go. Drunks are like that. Control allows us access to the next bottle, the next high. Give up that control and you give up…you give up your life.

Not a great life, I’ll admit. But it was mine. And it wasn’t all that bad.

So no, I didn’t give up control a lot. I like to be able to get a handle on things that could affect my consistent routine. I work, I play, I drink. If I have a relationship, she has to fit in the play or the drink arena. Disrupt either one of those, and I give my middle finger salute and move on to someone else.

But Candy was more than my just giving up control. She was a mystery. And a fucking good one at that!

I couldn’t figure her out, and I wanted to do that almost more than I wanted another drink.

“Why do you want all this? What’s in it for you?” I asked, finally able to slip in some courage. The look in her eye told me that I hadn’t asked permission to utter that question.

But fuck it. I imagine that if she were to stab me for asking a question, at least I’d get some rest in the hospital. Or the morgue. Either way, I was irritated enough to think I had control for once, and I was going to use it before it went away.

I’m not saying my breath didn’t catch in my throat when she looked at me that way—it did—but I had a problem that went all the way back to my childhood: I was stubborn, and I didn’t know when to shut up.

“Well? You gonna answer? Or…something?” I knew I was pushing it.

I saw a flash of anger light up the back of her eyes, but that quickly turned into something else. She started laughing.

Now I was hurt.

She didn’t find me a threat at all.

Candy quickly reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. I jumped, scared as shit, but recovered enough to give in to the kiss.

Then Candy shoved me away from her, and I nearly fell off the bed. I wasn’t anywhere as graceful as she was, but I managed not to make a complete ass of myself and kept my balance.

“I’m going to go,” Candy said, getting up and moving to her bag. She pulled out a long, flowery dress that looked more like a slip to me. She slid it on over her head, without a care as to what I was doing.

I started to get angry.

“What the fuck?” I said. “That’s it? That’s it?”

Even with Candy’s head turned, I could see she was smiling. Laughing on the inside. That didn’t help my anger.

I got off the bed and walked over to stand a few feet away from her, unconsciously blocking the path for her to the door. Maybe it wasn’t so unconscious. I didn’t want her to leave.

“I want some answers now,” I said. “You tell me things.”

Candy was busy putting up her hair. It wasn’t terribly long, just covering her neck. She drew it into a little ponytail and tied it off with a band she had also pulled from her bag.

My God, she looked good. There was something about the way that dress fit over her form. It rested on her. That was it. Rested on her as if it were a gentle mist. It was thin, and I knew that I would be able to feel the heat of her body radiate through that material. Just knew it. And it started to make my cock hard.

I looked away for a second, doing my best to mentally slap my dick down. It wasn’t going to win this fight.

Candy was looking right back at me with a little twinkle in her eyes. She had slid some hair clips in place and I was shocked at how different she looked.

It wasn’t just her hair. It was her posture. It was the slight crinkle of her eyes and deceptively pleasant rise in her cheeks. It was her smile that raised her ears just a little higher.

I was too dumbfounded to say anything.

Even my dick had stopped what it was doing, too confused to know which direction to point.

Candy then looked around the place, as if making sure she hadn’t left anything behind. She inhaled, satisfied.

I was satisfied watching her inhale.

Truly.

Then, in one swipe she picked her bag off the floor and had it around her shoulder.

She walked up to me, this respectable-looking beauty that could have just come from church and not the filthiest parts of my imagination.

She kissed me lightly on the cheek. “I’ll see you again. Show you things, maybe.”

She moved around me on her way to the door.

“If you’re worthy, Gail,” Candy said, turning the knob. “And you don’t die between now and then.”

With that, she went out the door and closed it behind her.

I couldn’t think.

I was afraid.

I was turned on more than I thought possible.

And I was afraid.

I looked back to my place.

She had left the stiletto on the floor.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

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Sara gets a good surprise and Jessica mom gets a lot of female on female action

Jessica stare at my mom weirdly, “just play the video” my click play button on her laptop.My mom was showing us a porn video with two lesbian fucking each other with strapons. “That short girl reminds me of you” my mom,said to me. “My tits are way bigger than that brunette and that lady pussy looks use out, so I no she not a lesbian”. “Mya right” Jessica said ad she kisses me, I then kiss her back. Why don’t we make our own video with you two as the stars ? my mom ask. “I like that idea” Jessica said as I stand up. I then sit on Jessica lap “that ass gets sexier and sexier every day”Jessica said as I lay my hand on her shoulder. I face Jessica and I lean in and kiss her what was that for ? she ask “for being the best girlfriend I ever had” “I’m the only girlfriend you have”. I get up and sit on my parents bed when I turn my head to see my mom naked. Jessica undresses too, then my mon and Jessica walk over to each other and kiss each other, I then take my pajama shorts and underwear off and finger myself.
“Why do you guys have to make me horny” I moan then they on each side of me we all group tongue kiss. “Wow that was so fucken amazing”.
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Jessica

The next day Mya went to her aunt’s house, welll me I sat at home watching cartoons when my cell phone rings I look at the screen to see Sara calling me.
“Hello” I answer.
Can you come over ?
“Sure, but why”.
“Just get over here”.
I get up from my couch and walk over to my front door and grab my house keys off key hook. I walk outside I lock my front door and walk across the grass to Sara house. I knock on the door and Sara opens it, I enter her house. I follow her to her den “sit” I sit down, then Sara takes her robe off to see her naked. Sara then walks over to me, she sits on my lap then sge kisses me. I then stare at her big tits, I then grab them I squeeze her nipples.
“Ahhhhh yeah” she moans I then kiss her the side of her neck. “I want you to fuck me again”. I haven’t fuck Sara since she found out Mya and I secret. Sara then gets off me and show me upstairs we walk down the hall to her bedroom. I enter to see a long brown strapon on Sara bed, Sara lasy on her bed and finger herself while I put the strapon on. I then face Sara I walk over to the bed I lay on top of her and I kiss her, Sara then kiss me back. We started to make out after that “just put this this strapon in me now”. I grab the strapon and slide in Mya mom pussy very slowly once it was all the way in I fuck her. “I feel like cumming, but I don’t want to cum to early” I then fuck her faster when her bedroom door open. We turn our heads to see Mya she enters the bedroom and closes the bedroom door and quickly undress. Mya sits next to her mom and she plays with her mom. I smile then I kept fucking Sara when I can feel her pussy tense up and she cum. Sara explode a big load of cum on her strapon and I then pull out her. I grab some of her cum and Mya lick her mon cum off my fingers then she licks the strapon clean. “Lets get clean” Sara and the girls shower in her shower. “Lick my shave pussy” Mya said to her mom. Sara gets on her knees and lick Mya pussy while she fingers mines. “Your pussy is very wide,Jessica”, then she fingers me faster when she added three fingers my pussy went carzy and I then cum all over her fingers. “That it cum for me Jessica” Sara said as we hear the doorbell from downstairs. “Stay here girls” Dara said as she puts her robe back on.
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Sara

Sara heads downstairs Sara walks over to her front door. Sara looks through the peep hole to see Jessica’s mom. Sara opens the front doors to see Jessica mom furious.

Where’s my daughter ?
“Your daughter is not here”.
“you liar, I was in my backyard raking, when I saw you and my daughter were doing through your bedroom window surely calling the cops” Mrs. Blackwell said as she pulls her cell phone out.
“There no need to call the cops, how about I make us some tea”.
“Okay its just that I’m a little stress out”.
Sara makes tea and pour the tea into two china cups, the mothers drink the tea in the dinning room. The mothers drink the tea and talk when a minute the mothers are on the floor making out. “Your lips feel so soft” Sara said as she pulls Denise shirt off her. Sara then takes Denisr bra off to see her small tits. Sara leans in and sucks them “that felt so good” Denise replies.Both mothers daughters enter the dinning room. While Sara and Denise make out Jessica and Mya sit next to each other fingering each other pussy then Jessica said “Mom welcome to our club” “Jessica your next, I want to suck that pussy of yours” my mom said and Denise then smiles.Denise then sits up when a strapon dick I shove in her mouth, Denise looks up to see her daughter. Denise sucks the fake dick real goid while Sara and Mya in the corner making out. Eveyone grab a strapon dick from upstairs, except Denise” Sara said as she walks over to Denise. Sara takes Denise clothes off. Jessica and Mya came back with strapon on and Mya hand one to me.
I put it on and ties the straps “Denise get on your all four an Jessica get behind your mom, Mya get behind Jessica, and I’ll get behind you”.
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Denise

My daughter slide the strapon in my pussy from behind. When the fake dick went all the way in she fuck me, Mya fuck her, and Sara fuck Mya. We were fucking each other all at once. When Jessica pull out my pussy, my pussy hurted then Jessica lay me down and suck my pussy. “Your cum is sweet very sweet” “ahhhh… shit” I moan. Jessica kgept licking my pussy out while I suck Mya tits. Mya then fucvks me after Jessica tongue fuck me. I thrn stand up and fuck Mya fakr dick cowboy style and Sara grab my tits and kiss them. After that we all clean up and relax on the couch in the den. “Remember no one can know”
“I’m a single lesbian” your a lesbian ? “Yes, unless Jessica didn’t tell you”. We all then watch TV then Denise heads home “I’m picking you up early tomorrow I have a surpridr for you and bye” Denise said as she kisses Jessica goodbye on the lips.

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“I want you to go into that inn over there. Something is happening just for you.” Janis said.

Kaarthen looked over at the inn in question. The building was similar to all the others. Timber framed with plaster walls. It was three stories tall and had a stable attached to the back. Surrounding it was an open area of dry dirt and a cobbled street in front that passed by coming from town and led further away from the canal into the pastures and trees.

Kaarthen protested. “This is only the second stop, we still got a few more. Marcos will be pissed at being delayed.”

“Marcos needs time to practice subjugating women into his bed.” Janis almost chuckled. “Just go in there and wait. Marcos and the crew will all be happy to wait for you here.”

She gestured over to Ein, Saucrem, and Rinis who only had four of the shifty women down and dressed for breakfast. The crew had learned from Marcos the quiet group of leering women were easily, quickly, and quietly able to be used for their sexual relief.

Kaarthen shrugged, somewhere upstairs, Mara, Marcos, ten sex fiends, and their ship’s crewmen were having an epic orgy. “Okay fine. What’s going to happen?”

“You’ll help someone who can’t help themselves.” Janis said cryptically

Kaarthen stood, armed up, and walked over to the inn across the road. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows she was impressive and exotic in the city full of small, tan, dark haired southern women. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure, weapon, and shiny elegant jewelry, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

Her overripe breasts the size of a man’s head threatened to come out of her open sided knee length black robe. The robe’s light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Under her robe, she wore thigh high soft leather black boots and a loincloth. The shiny jewelry of her rings, bracelet, hip chain, and necklace flashed in the light. Though her luminous pale skin took away some of their shine.

Despite openly carrying Lourndai the elven heavy weapon, she garnered plenty of lustful stares from men and women as she walked through and pushed open the door to the inn. She took a seat alone in back watching the door in the emptying serving room and set the pole arm along the wall behind her. Most travelers were leaving after finishing breakfast to be on their way.

After two servings of honeyed mead, she was unsure what Janis wanted her to do and was probing Rinis and Ein mentally to find her and make sure Marcos wasn’t raping her in a pile of hot ashes.

A hysterical burst of sobbing outside erupted and got closer until the door was thrown open. Kaarthen studied what got her attention.

A slip of a tan, small shouldered and breasted girl, with a tiny waist, and slender limbs stood crying pitifully in her grayed linen dress. Kaarthen guessed her to be maybe over twenty. She was marrying age but not by much. The girl seemed to lock onto Kaarthen after a moment and ran up to her.

“Please you must help me! I need a Warrioress.” The girl pleaded running up to Kaarthen.

“I’m not…” Kaarthen stopped talking looking into the girls eyes. In them, she saw treachery that belied the pitiful weak appearance. Not many others would’ve noticed it. However, Kaarthen’s mind housed a bored lovesick deity who saw people and things in their most basic definitions as written in the hand of the gods. Therefore, she saw this girl, her motivations, and her thoughts as clear as water.

Kaarthen played into the ruse and put her big hands on the girl’s tiny trembling shoulders. “Where do you need me?” She asked purposefully.

“My name is Aimili. My family farms the pastures at the end of the road. Bandits attacked and have taken our homestead.” The girl pulled on her and tried to tug her out the door.

Kaarthen followed her out. Outside Ein, sat bemused with Saucrem the tiny pygmy ‘Cloud Seer’ on a spread blanket selling prophesies and weather predictions. A few curious people stood and listened to them in the early morning, and Ein expected more as the day wore on.

Kaarthen turned back and consoled Aimili. “Has no one else gone?” She asked, but could already guess. Aimili only cried louder.

“That way, please, you must help.” Aimili stopped at the edge of the building as pointed her way. “Please go my family is still trapped.”

Kaarthen walked where she pointed. Mentally, she had Ein go and follow the girl. Rinis and her crowd of ‘cum hoarders’ would help Saucrem gibber away the future and perhaps even attract business for her. She hoped it would keep the squirrelly women busy and not fucking whatever they found in the street. Aimili however, would die with the rest of the bandits if things were as bad as she thought.

Walking along the road her senses reached out for people and found the clever ambush easily before she triggered it. She paused on the road and found the location of the house from a man’s surface thoughts as he mused about getting one of the women they had onto her knees in the house.

She continued forward until seven men came running out with a whoop. Their weapons were simple tools like axes and knives. Only one had a decent sword and he came in first. An eighth man had a net but Kaarthen threw a dart in his neck and dropped him just as he wound up to throw from the edge of the road. She raised Lourndai, the seven and a half foot iron black heavy weapon and twirled it in her fingers overhead.

As the group closed in, Kaarthen whirled Lourndai and extended it several inches deceptively. Behind the blade, a metal shaft three feet long stretched to three and a half. The blade itself was a two and a half foot, finger thick, S curved blade a hand’s width wide that was magic imbued for sharpness and weight reduction. In Kaarthen’s hand was the only ‘real’ part of the weapon, a two-foot long section of aged worked wood with spells in elven and human carved into it.

The swordsman stepped and blocked the heavy magical weapon but Lourndai continued cutting through in its sweep. He barely registered the disaster he was in as Lourndai shaved through his sword before it severed his arms and deeply sliced his chest.

Continuing the motion she swung Lourndai around overhead, Kaarthen continued to twirl the weapon but slowed and stopped noting the men kept their distance. Finally, one man got brave and danced in quickly. In a flash, he was impaled by her backhanded thrust before he even had a chance at swinging.

The other men got angry and promised her they would breed, and sodomize her painfully.

“I got the dick right here boys.” She smiled waving Lourndai at them, “Which hole you want it in?”

She charged with a low thrust, and a high feint before sweeping down and caught two more men who had gotten tangled together trying to avoid her.

The last three men triangulated and stepped in at once. Kaarthen used Marcos’ avoidance technique as she stepped out from between them and began sidestepping to block them into each other and slow them down. With the length of Lourndai, it was easy to make quick thrusts and keep them back as she wheeled around keeping them stacked inline.

When one man out of the three stepped back, she turned the other two away with a feint and dashed upon the laggard. Her toes planted as she hacked down into the startled man. Lourndai pitilessly sliced him into two near equal parts. When she turned back, the men called her names again and insisted something was wrong with her rationality, intelligence, and judgment.

The one facing her on the left had a long dagger and the other had an axe. They discussed issues of manliness and how best the other should use their weapon for an initial attack. Both were angry but lacked a soldier’s resolve when facing her. They both stumbled to be the second man to attack her in an awkward backwards race. Finally, she stepped in and squared up with the remaining two, extended Lourndai almost four feet, and swept off both men’s legs.

Stopping over the pair, she drew her poisoned obsidian dagger and inquired gently.

“I have a feeling, but tell me: does that girl, Aimili, work for you?”

The pale man on the left answered first. “Aye… Stable boys tell her when Warrioresses come to town.”

She considered that, and asked another question. “How many have you caught?”

“Ffffour, but we just got one two days ago.” He whimpered.

Kaarthen bent and stabbed slow into the man’s left side. The rough obsidian blade painfully snapped off several jagged edges as designed, and as she pulled it out, the glass was reformed by the dirt around them.

Without a word, she killed off anyone else still alive. The mortal wounds she had given each of them were sped along by the purely magical poison in the blade. The Goddess squatting in the back of her mind made its contribution by collecting the souls of the men. Her waist chain jingled as eight more skulls were added. In her dark thoughts, she felt Ein move in and capture the slender girl as she rewarded a grunting stable boy in the stable behind the inn.

Walking quietly off the road, she eventually came to the bushes at the edge of the property. The road she was following continued straight another one hundred and fifty yards then went to the right after passing the house to the barn. The house was a neglected two-story structure that had three windows across the front and two on the sides. Along the road, a neglected fence started at a random place and similarly ended just short of the house.

A man stood around outside guarding the farm by a cook fire between the house and the road. He was a pale heavy man in short pants. The bandits seemed to have shifts watching the road since the Warrioress were too dangerous to not be watched. The batch they had were tied by their knees and shoulders to the cross beams of the fence along the road in a hunched over sitting position with the top rail like a yoke over their shoulders. Their hands were tied along the rails out to their sides and their heads were pulled back by the hair keeping them looking up.

Kaarthen counted only three Amazons until she noticed a Warrioress obscured by the fence getting raped by the cook fire close to the house. She was turned away on the ground and moaned as she was fucked from behind. The man behind her thrust roughly into her with a huge thick cock. His large rounded balls flopped into her loudly. Her already battered hole was swollen, frothy, and dripped the excesses from many men earlier.

The man over her was older, tanned, slender, dirty, and did not have any pants on. She watched as the man stood, walked to the bound Warrioresses along the fence, and shoved himself deeply into one’s mouth. As he plunged into her, and fucked her face and throat, the other much younger fatter man then the first got up and fucked the Warrioress still down on the ground.

The pudgy man’s heavy sagging balls bounce and jostled as he shuffled onto her. His thick hard eight inch cock was shoved into her ass and he fucked her with full thrusts. Obviously, the Warrioress was previously used since he was able to find a greedy pace with ease. The sound of wet flesh slapping and the Warrioress’ moans carried over to where Kaarthen was hidden.

She watched as the bound Warrioress cringed and bucked in pain or orgasm after a few minutes.

“Oy, Georgi she’s still lively.” The chubby man called to his friend.

“Good!” ‘Georgi’ answered.

Behind them, a shirtless man came out of the house and walked to the fence. He walked behind a bound Warrioress and pulled out his long thick cock. It had to be nearly a foot long and his hand likely couldn’t close around the girth. At first, the length flopped out over his hand. It hardened further until it pointed and drooled at the unprotected pussy before it. He petted her hole and felt her up idly with his other hand before preparing to mount.

“Morning, slut.” He said shoving in brutally.

Compared to the other two he was frantic. He reached forward and pulled her mouth open as he roughly pummeled into her. Her eyes opened and looked around frantically in shock as the man behind her fucked long and hard breaking into a visible sweat with his efforts. Around them, the other two men continued to fuck and sped up in their exuberance as they watched. With a groaning bellowing sound, the Amazon gave into an orgasm as he battered her trying to collapse the fence. After a few minutes, both of the other men simultaneously shouted and came into their women. The shirtless man wasn’t too far behind and with a shout he gave over a final thrust and let spew into his tightly bound lover.

The shirtless man left his pants undone and came around to the breakfast fire. The fat man followed. The tanned man smeared himself happily onto the Warrioress’ face before turning to the others.

Kaarthen felt detached coldness watching these unwitting men. Behind her, birds began chirping as they forgot about her. The noise would lull these men into feeling secure. Her senses felt several other people inside the house. After a moment, she understood eight other people were in the home, mostly women and children.

She thought of how Marcos stalked for some reason, as she started creeping down low around the people toward the barn and the back of the house. She slowly moved successfully behind the men and women and came up to the back corner of the house after a long tiring crawl inches over the dirt.

Noticing the house’s back door, Kaarthen used a plow’s handles to jam it and dug the plow into the ground to reinforce the block. She needed to control their movement and ensure no surprises came up behind her since she was alone. As she came back to her corner, she saw the men still focused on their cooking. The Warrioress on the ground had her eyes closed, but if she opened them, she would see her.

Kaarthen crept up slowly on the wall towards the men, and sprinted the last few paces hopping over the prone Warrioress. A sweep of Lourndai caught the first two and a thrust finished the shirtless man as he wormed away.

After stopping, she turned to the house. The door was similar to the back. It was thick all wood that opened out. Kaarthen found metal ladles from the cook fire and jammed the gap of the door, and the gap by the hinges. Returning to the fire, she ignored the bound women and fished out several burning sticks. They followed her with their eyes as much as they could silently as she went around the house catching various parts on fire. Finally, she backed up in the front and threw the sticks through the upper and lower story windows.

As the flames built slowly, she walked among the women and used the dagger to cut them loose. The ones on the fence simply crumpled into heaps noiselessly. The Warrioress on the ground merely fell flatter over the ground. Kaarthen knew since she was once similarly caught, that they were primarily embarrassed that a Sister had rescued them. Relative to that embarrassment, they were happy to be free of the embarrassment only slightly. They had likely resigned themselves to what was happening.

Warrioresses are free to enjoy men and are the closest to regular society. Unlike Huntresses, no real stigmas are attached to failure, or such complete defeat. Other than having someone out there knowing you’ve been raped for several days, while tied like a piece of fuck meat on a fence, these women had nothing to worry about.

The fire had built up well now and puzzled shouts of alarm could be heard inside. Kaarthen found one Warrioress already starting to stand.

Kaarthen offered her the dagger. “Take this. They will be coming out soon.”

Behind them, the people inside the burning house found the doors blocked and were frantic and getting loud. Kaarthen waited patiently and soon a window was broken. When she saw a head poke out of the billowing smoke smeared in black soot coughing wretchedly she moved in and sliced it off.

Screeches of true alarm were raised when the headless body fell back in. The scrambling people inside finally understood they were being killed. Kaarthen circled to several windows and dispatched several others before the smoke overcame the people inside.

Kaarthen returned to the women and found the woman she had spoken to earlier dead by her own hand. In between the thrust through her chest, and the poison, the Warrioress had died quickly and hopefully painlessly.

The three other women stared blankly at her and the knife she clutched considering their own lives. In its corner of her mind, the Goddess mulled losing a follower over the benefit of their death. If the Goddess of death, fertility, and femininity came to some conclusion over suicide, it didn’t tell Kaarthen. She stepped past the two pondering women interrupting their quiet thoughts and retrieved the blade. She was glad to be able to break the blade, instead of cleaning it, as she removed the dagger from her.

The women reverted to what they knew in the enclave. Kaarthen directed them like a matronly Shield Mistress. They washed themselves quickly with well water. Together, they moved the bodies outside into the burning house and silently watched it burn, mostly to honor their fallen Sister.

The other three women followed her quietly back into town naked after she searched futilely for some thing to cover them. The three were all typical tall heavily muscular women similar to Kaarthen. Two were dark haired with few silvery grey streaks the other was mostly silvery grey. The light haired and one of the dark haired were older, wide hipped, thick limbed, and very heavy breasted. Their hips and thighs also jiggled more, though they were obviously still in excellent physical conditioning. Their extra weight was only for a show of fertility that Mother Nature used to entice horny fools like Marcos into trying to get into them.

As she returned along the road with the women, Janis stood waiting for her. She raised a hand in greeting as she spotted them. “Bring them this way.” Janis bid and led them to the back of the inn through an alley with a few piles of rubbish.

Janis entered and brought them into a closed dark sleep room. As the Warrioresses entered, they found Ein standing over the bound Aimili on her knees looking mildly bruised. Several hisses were heard as the women recognized the sight of the last person alive who had caused them such grief.

Janis spoke loudly to them trying to break into their deep dark thoughts. “I will go and get clothes. Whatever happened prior to finding yourselves here won’t ever be spoken of.” She said and disappeared. Ein released Aimili and gave her a kick sprawling her out before turning and following Janis.

The Warrioresses moved in closer intent on snuffing her quickly as the girl cried and struggled uselessly. However, Kaarthen moved in first, and got their attention. “I want to help you. She won’t live whether you leave with her blood on your hands or not. However, the Goddess has decided she is not allowed to die a virgin.” Kaarthen said looking at each of them and changed them to ensure the order would be carried out.

Aimili shrieked at her words and the silver haired Warrioress jumped in quickly to silence her. An odd feeling between her legs alerted her, and she looked down to see Kaarthen had blessed them with her words. The three looked between each other discovering giant menacing thick cocks the size of their forearms with fist-sized balls hanging loosely.

Far from freaked out, the trio gave them a cursory look as though they had expected exactly that to happen. “Oh? Now look at this.” The younger woman said from in back.

Soundlessly, Aimili was bracketed by the silver haired and the younger women. Their eyes were cold and dark as they looked down at Aimili who looked obviously terrified. They were much larger than her both in height and weight. The girl who was twenty at best was younger then them too. The silver haired woman despite her excellent conditioning was nearly past the prime age for a normal woman.

She held Aimili tight and rubbed her cock onto the wet shaking girl and grew more and more demanding. The way she held her down on her knees kept her huge cock up across the cleavage of Aimili’s dress as she hunched over her. Eventually the quest for more flesh to rub across drove her to strip Aimili, and tear her out of the dress. She even untied her, and let Aimili stand and prepare to run. The slender girl barely twenty summers barely reached the giant Amazon’s shoulders. She would barely reach above Kaarthen’s prodigious bust, and her slender for dwarfed her further.

When Aimili took a step to get away from them, a fist twice the size of both her hands caught her in the gut dropping her down to her knees. She was allowed to rise again, and kicked forward roughly only to be hooked in the face by another hard fist from the larger women. She tried to crawl away and one of the women stomped a hand as Aimili tried to scuttle past. The beating continued and accelerated until Aimili understood to stay still between the tall Amazons.

She looked up to plead with them, but her face was caught and brought forward to the cock of the silver haired Warrioress. Gripping her with both hands over the ears, the Warrioress rubbed her face over the cock roughly exploring the sensations.

The woman’s hot meat touched, drooled, and rubbed over Aimili’s hair and face. The skinny girl was forced to smell the musky scent of huge Amazon’s giant hairless balls and cock as she was rubbed into them. Stupidly, the girl licked at it. The hands holding her froze as the Warrioress tried to understand the new feeling.

Looking over her shoulder, Kaarthen noticed that the third Amazon was staying in back and avoiding the action. Kaarthen investigated why the dark haired women didn’t move over to the girl. The Warrioress was the bustier of the two dark haired Amazons and had wider hips, and a generally thicker padded frame of an active middle-aged woman. She stood crying and thumbing her cock as she watched her Sisters.

Kaarthen came to her side and took over using her hands on the woman’s cock. “What makes you hurt?”

“I can’t do this.” She replied waving over to the two others who held the girls head between them as they quickly learned the urges of men.

“You don’t want to hurt her?”

“No. I wanted to help people.” She moaned.

Kaarthen leaned in and kissed her quickly. “Will you help me?” As she looked on in stunned surprise, Kaarthen walked her back until the Warrioress could sit up on a crate.

Finding herself positioned she gave in. “…Okay. If you need help.” She replied sheepishly.

Kaarthen kneeled down over her. “Good. I want to help you too.” Kaarthen quickly jumped in and took her in her mouth. The hot cock gushed pre-cum and throbbed as her mouth went around it.

The other two women mimicked her and penetrated the girl’s mouth one at a time. It didn’t take too long for the dark haired busty Warrioress to lose herself and start dancing frantically before she spurted over Kaarthen. Her cock spewed long gushes that went over her head and splattered two yards away. Each gout of sperm was more than most men’s climax. Dazed, the woman grabbed at Kaarthen for more. Kaarthen pulled her up and had her stagger over to Aimili to fuck properly. Without instruction, she got her down onto her knees behind the girl. She was in a daze looking down at her cock pointing at the exposed rear of the slender girl.

Roughly, the hardened Warrioress punched, pulled, and beat the girl as she tried to undress her. The other two women watched with interest as the Warrioress pulled the girl back almost gently onto her cock. After only a moment, the girl screamed as her body was made to stretch onto the fist-sized head.

“Tough titties bitch.” The black haired girl said lifted a foot to her head pushing her back onto the impaling rod.

The hot cock seared Aimili as it stretched her. The gush of its pre-cum couldn’t even save her the pain as her dry pussy was used for the first time. Her body wracked with an involuntary orgasm over the huge cock trying to lubricate itself.

Aimili’s squeal of pained pleasure wasn’t well received. “Oh? I think she likes it? This bitch likes it!”

The two women at her head started to pummel and slap her mercilessly as she tried to writhe and buck off of the invader. She couldn’t pop herself off since her own tight pussy was locked tight around the tunneling organ. Her frantic motions only got everyone around her more excited. Soon she was being rammed from behind with the huge cock at a quick pace that burrowed more and more into her as the women fed off her pain. The cock wasn’t even half way into her before Aimili pissed herself and passed out.

Relentlessly, the dark haired Warrioress behind her lunged into Aimili’s tight pussy. She wanted to feel it all go in. And, she was rewarded when it finally did. The limp girl jerked up again in another climax that seemed much more intense as the hot cock meat slide home.

The pain she felt was enough to wake her up and terrify her of being ripped apart. “Mercy! Mercy!” Aimili pleaded.

Her cries were heartlessly silenced by the cockmeat looming over her. She was dragged onto one then the other as the women got horny and forced her face open. The two treated her as bad as they had endured. No quarter was given and they both enjoyed gagging and fucking her throat roughly. Several times the girl dry heaved and coughed even as the two pushed deeper.

Kaarthen walked around them urging their violent sex. “No mercy young one. You led almost three dozen sisters into the shackles of those beastly men.” Around her, the women redoubled their efforts upon hearing of others who shared their fate. Kaarthen wasn’t even sure the girl could hear her anymore. “No mercy. You will die used and despoiled. The Dark Mother herself will punish you in death and in all of your next lives. You will know the pain you have caused others in every cycle you crawl the under the sun.”

The women continued ruthlessly slapping and gagging Aimili until the dark haired Warrioress fucking her bucked in tight, dropped low onto the girl’s back squashing her breasts onto her, and climaxed again into the once virgin hole. After a full minute of flooding Aimili with her share, she eased back up.

“Take her here, in this hole.” Kaarthen said pointing out the girl’s anus.

Quickly the one fucking her pulled back. Gushes of sperm fell out of the girl as the cock cleared her hole. The silver haired Warrioress jumped in and held Aimili tight as she squatted over her working herself in.

The girl arched and came to life under the anal assault before her mouth was filled again. “Mercy! ….MmmPhh!”

The darker haired Warrioress with the smaller chest of the two flooded her mouth with an ecstatic look. After a minute where Aimili turned purple, she dropped her like trash to heave and vomit as the Warrioress wandered around the room flapping her hands and reveling in an obvious feeling of well being.

Janis came in and walked over to Kaarthen. “What magic is this? This is what you do to the girl?” She gestured to Aimili caught between the two mighty women. Their thighs were larger then her torso. Looks of hate filled their faces as they lunged and rutted the helpless girls face and ass.

“Yes. She couldn’t die a virgin.” Kaarthen said dismissively. Janis obviously had much to learn if she expected pity from her for the interloper. “You knew these women desired revenge. I merely provided a catalyst. Besides you knew what was happening here to the sisters who passed through.” Kaarthen turned to Janis. “Didn’t you?”

Janis looked taken aback. “I… Yes I had an idea…”

Kaarthen pressed her. “How did you know?”

“The women. I made the deal. Menthino buys captured Amazons and any other Sisters. We return the Sisters to Dar Delis and keep the Amazons for three years. They are kept in Pessilberg where I can insure that a twisted mind like Marcos can’t abuse them too much.”

Kaarthen thought about it. “And they told you?”

Janis nodded and stole a glance at the women. “Yes. We don’t pay enough for slavers to make an industry of it. Moreover, we certainly don’t want someone else making a heavy assault infantry army, or exploiting Sisters for some exotic market somewhere. I keep an eye out for common stories, locations, or names. I try to send Marcos out to purge them, or I have others…”

Kaarthen smirked. “…Marcos’ tower women?”

Janis gave her an appraising look. “Yes, those dolls of his are actually quite clever and ruthless. Usually, they’re quite transparent in their goals, at first. However, they do learn and adapt very quickly. I make sure the ones who leave the tower always come to Pessilberg eventually. I am always very happy to help the women settle and keep their skills sharp. They are natural born black widows. No man can compare to an immortal like Marcos their entire lives so they eventually get disappointed and contemptuous of their mates. Indeed his network outside Mavvus is as much mine as it is his.”

The Warrioresses switched places after pulling the girl to lie across the side of a huge hog’s head barrel while they skewered her from either end. The girl was limp already and twitched helplessly as she was impaled repeatedly between the large women. Her mouth and holes were coated in the combined juices of the three women. Froth and goop dripped and clung around her cheeks and crotch. Under the gunk her body was starting to bruise and swell.

Kaarthen continued after looking over their progress and thinking on what Janis had told her. “And that’s why you two hate each other. You control the Heavy Assault regiment, which must freak out a security hound like Marcos. In addition, he controls the tower women, which isn’t even approaching acceptable for a Sister. Both of you share the informant network. He controls the army and you the navy…” Kaarthen trailed off thinking.

Janis smiled. “Of course, there’s also the fact I’m the only woman around him not in his thrall. He gets rough and pushy with independent acting women, as you’ll find out. Don’t forget technically his title as the Immortal of Menthino is shared with me and you now too.” She raised a hand displaying a gold emblem of the Eternal throne’s sigil the enthroned crown on her bracelet.

The Warrioresses stood over the girl and doused her in piss now that their erections and burning hatred were satiated. The pitiful whimpering girl could only use one arm for some reason to try protecting herself from the burning streams of shame.

Kaarthen stepped in as they finished and started another round of stomping and kicking the girl. “Well, we have clothes and a choice of decent swords for each of you.” She left it unsaid that this was the final act.

She drew her dagger. The room quieted until only Aimili’s sobs were heard.

“Wait, wait, allow me.” The silver haired Warrioress said and took the knife.

She pulled the girl by her feet to a post and slid her up to stand against it. Slowly she inched the girl up till her feet left the floor. Then the Amazon crossed her hands behind the wood post. With a quick whip of her hand and a solid ‘thunk’ the girls hands were skewered to the post by the dagger. When the woman let go, the girl dropped to the ground suddenly and dislocated both arms falling to her knees. Kaarthen snapped off the blade of the dagger but left the girl stuck. She screamed again and the women ignored her as the silver haired woman stepped back and drew a sword from Janis.

The silver haired woman stepped in and swung. “For the Goddess!”

She swung low and cruelly disemboweled the girl with her slash to intentionally leave Aimili to die a slow painful death. The stench of spilled offal was horrid.

Janis spoke up. “This is inhuman.”

Kaarthen cleared her throat. “We are human. We are spited. We are hurt. We are angry. We are vengeful.” Kaarthen raised and reformed the dagger before she gave it to Janis. “Be human. Be humane. The poison is already going to her heart.” She said flippantly noting the black veins creeping up the girl’s arms to her shoulders. “Do human’s just let nature take its course? Or will you respond to your base desire.”

Janis leveled her shoulders before replying. “We as humans know what is right, and what is wrong. That judgment allows us to be humane if we chose. If we don’t we are usually worse than animals.”

Janis paused. She was visibly shaken. For a minute in the quiet room, surrounded by the stench of steaming entrails, and naked vengeful women, she regarded the dagger in her hand. Finally, she looked at the girl. “Clever piece.” With a flick, she tossed it into the girl’s chest. They all watched Aimili slowly slump over and exhale for the last time as if she was only going to sleep.

“Where are you Sisters headed?” The busty dark haired Warrioress asked as they continued to stare at the wreck.

“Mavvus for the winter.” Kaarthen said quietly.

Janis cleared her throat. “I will return to Pessilberg in several weeks. All of you women are free to join my travels and rest on our journey. I think we should eat first however… If we can.”

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Story Premise: Megan Ashford, the girl who didn’t like to lose, was about to lose her best friend. In fear of that, and having failed every attempt at swaying her friend to stay, she took a leap of faith. She decided to give hypnotism a shot, and see if it’ll be enough to wrap her best friend around her finger, for good.

Kinks Explored: Hypnotism, Domination, Humiliation, Foot Fetish.

I’m losing my best friend. I thought as I looked at her with seemingly impressed eyes, fuming inside. She’d been talking for about ten minutes, and I had started unpaying attention for eight. Usually when Holly talked, my ears would be on full attention, but the current topic was too hard for me to listen to.

“Megan…” Holly said, weaving her hand at me.

“Yeah,” I widened my eyes, waking up from my slumber of annoying thoughts. “I’m with you.”

“Yeah?” She pursed her lips. “What was the last thing I said then?”

I had no idea, but I could guess, so I gave it a shot. “About how you are…worried that…you won’t get accepted.”

“Oh…” her eyebrows furrowed. “Right.”

“See, DumAss.” I shrugged, giving her a blaming look.

“Sorry.” She said.

Both of us were lying on my bed on our sides. I laid there with my elbow on the bed and my head probed up on my palm. She was laying the same way, facing me.

“So yeah…” she said. “What do you think? Am I overthinking it?”

“You’re overthinking it.” I sighed, feeling yet another surge of sadness. “You’re gonna get into the damn thing. I know it.” I did know it. And it made me sick. “You’re the smartest girl I know”

A warm smile curled up her adorable thin lips as she gave me a kind, shy look. “Thanks.”

I smiled in return, only faintly, before I looked away. Discouraging her hadn’t worked, but only made us fight. Trying to toy with her confidence and competency hadn’t worked, and only made her study harder. Trying to sway her to stay, hadn’t worked, and only made her bitch of a mother who already hated my guts, loath me more.

So all I could do now was sit there, pretend to be encouraging, and watch her sail away to her dumb bright future and her stupid glamours university. I still had one last move, one last attempt, but it was so ridiculous I was thinking of not even trying it.

It tormented me, looking at her now. Her brunet silky hair fell down over her shoulders. Her big brown eyes looking into me, all innocent, oblivious to the dirty thoughts I harbored towards her. I was losing my best friend. Could I…still call her my best friend.

I mean, one should want the best for their friends, right?

A cackling hysteric laugh from downstairs interrupted my train of thought. I looked at Holly and we both smiled and shook our heads. Mom was having her little get-together in the living room, as she did every Friday. I felt sorry for her friends; along with the bossy demanding personality, which I’d inherited from her, she had a ringing laugh that would make one’s ears bleed, which, thanks to God, I didn’t inherit.

We spent some more time talking. It was almost nine p.m. Usually, Holly would’ve already left by now, more accurately, her mother Martha would’ve called by now, demanding that her precious little daughter gets her ass home immediately. But Mom was still occupied with her friends downstairs, and it was Friday, which meant Martha had no problem if Holly stayed for another couple of hours.

“That reminds me,” Holly said, her face wrinkling slightly, as if she was about to say something embarrassing.

“What?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Can I borrow your dress.”

“My dress?” I said, making sure no worry made it to my face.

“That velvet dress…” She ran her hand on her knee. “That goes below the knee.”

She never borrowed dresses from me, which made me now certain of the reason she was about to break that rule of hers for. It wasn’t supposed to be until a couple more months that I would have to worry about this. “Thought we said you’re gonna wait for prom,” I said.

“We decided we’re gonna do it a tad sooner than that.”

“How sooner?”

“Next week.”

My jaw tightened as my shock and anger showed as a simple widening of my eyes.

“I know I know.” She sat up straight on the bed. “But I just…don’t wanna wait that long. Neither does he. I mean we’re both pretty sure we wanna be together, why wait right?”

“So that it could be special.” I said, firmly, assertively, kind of angerly.

“…” She gave me a knowing frown. “Didn’t you lose your v-card in the jock’s locker rooms or something. How special could’ve that been!”

“Hello” I held out a hand, pointing to the obvious. “…I was stupid.”

“So am I.” She smiled back at me. “But seriously. How about that dress?”

I couldn’t question her decision further. She already suspected I had feelings for her. I couldn’t let her know for sure. “Fine.” I shrugged.

“Thanks thanksthanks.” She gave me a short hug. “I’ll only wear it for a bit while I’m with him then I’ll take it off I swear. No disgusting things will happen while I’m wearing it I promise.”

“Yeah yeah,” I said. “Whatever.”

Bitch was gonna betray me wearing my own dress. How appropriate. The he she was referring to, was Harry Nolan, a boy in our school, and since the beginning of this current year, the person I loathed most in this world. Poor thing, he had done nothing wrong, other than keeping my Holly away from me. She already had her time half-full with her studying and chores and shit, her mother made sure of it, and as if this wasn’t bad enough, she and this champ had started dating this year, which hogged a big portion of what little free time she had left.

Brining me out of my troubling thoughts, the door opened, making both of us look its way, before Mom’s blonde head peered inside. “Hey pumpkins,” she said in her usual bubbly tone.

“Hey Mrs. Ashford,” Holly said as she sat straight on bed.

“It’s almost nine. You heading home soon?” Mom said, and both me and Holly knew what she wanted.

“Yeah. You need something from me?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” she said, smiling and tilting her head. “Yeah. Living room is a mess, kitchen too. Would you mind giving me a hand?”

I spotted the brief faint smile that showed on Holly’s face, before it disappeared. Giving me a hand wasn’t an accurate way to describe the service Holly usually provided. “Sure,” Holly said. “I’ll be right down.”

“Good girl.” Mom said, giving her friendly smile, before closing the door.

I knew my prays would go unheard, but I couldn’t help but try. I pinched her arm and whined, “You’re really gonna leave now. You suck.”

“We’ve been running our mouth for four hours.”

“I know but I’m going crazy in here. I haven’t seen anyone for like, a week.”

“Here’s an idea,” She said, brining her index to her chin and pretending to think. “Don’t like getting grounded. Don’t steal a month’s rent from your mother.”

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.”

“What did you spend that money on anyhow.”

“………Shoes.” I lied. There was no way in hell I’d tell her what I’d spent it on.

“Nice.” She nodded, probably resisting the urge to give me an earful of her anti-materialistic bullshit.

Minutes later we were all down in the living room. Mom, still in her blue sheath dress, sat on her recline, her back sinking into its back and her feet up on the footrest. I laid on the couch with my eyes on the TV. Holly, having finished with the living room, was now washing the dishes in the kitchen behind us.

I had offered my help, of course. But as usual, as soon as I’d gotten up from the couch, Mom said, “Sit down dear, it’s not like she’s doing this for free.” And as usual, Holly politely said she was alright, and like always, I slammed my lazy ass back on my couch.

It’d felt awkward the first couple of times, but after that it just felt normal, even enjoyable for me.

My mother admired Holly. My mother was simple. She was one of those stuck-up hags that one could only feel their snobby personality, but couldn’t really point to any actual evidence of it. She liked people that were humble, subservient, ass-kissers—all her friends had at least one of those traits. Holly was no ass-kisser, but she dished praise easily, and never criticized. She wasn’t subservient, per say, but always insisted on helping out with chores and the likes, which eventually ended up in her officially taking care of our chores sometimes for a good sum of money.

I saw mother grabbing the remote and lowering the volume on the TV, before she said, “It’s a shame your mother wasn’t able to make it today.” She turned her head slightly back towards Holly.

“Umm…Yeah…She’s been busy lately.” Holly said, stuttering a bit, as if the question had caught her off guard, which was a bit surprising considering Mom always asked her that. “She would’ve come if she could.”

“Humm…” Mom nodded, taking a sip from her tall glass of wine. “She still working in that restaurant?”

“Uha.” I could almost hear the hesitation in Holly’s timid uha.

“What about that other job…what was it again?”

I shook my head, suppressing my giggles. Literally ever time Holly was here, mom tried to find out what Martha’s second job was…or if she had a second job in the first place.

“…” Holly sighed, as she stopped wiping off the dish for a moment. “She’s just working at the restaurant for now.”

To no success.

“Uhh.” Mom nodded, with a knowing smile. A minute or two passed, before Mom said, “So how’s she managing with money lately.? She’s doing well?”

“She’s doing fine.” Holly said.

If this sounded like an interrogation, that’s because it was, one that Holly was desperately trying to get out of. For me, if a forty-something-year-old woman was trying to shove her noes in places that were none of her business I’d just tell her it was none of her business. But for Mrs. Polite-girl back there, that would probably be unthinkably rude. I’d pull her out of it sooner or later, but for now I’d just let Mom have her fun, partly because I was too a bit curious to know how they were doing.

I met Holly about two years ago, first year of Highschool. And as far long as me and mother remembered, her and her mother had been struggling financially. And ever since then, Mom had been trying to help her and her stuck-up-bitch of a mother.

Her mother refusing our help, had only been one of the insults Martha had made towards Mom and me. One could only try to imagine my surprise when I had known that our mothers had been friends for basically decades. Combined with the fact that we’d been living in the same neighborhood all this time, made me question how it took this long for me and Holly to meet each other. When I asked Mom about it, she just said, “Don’t know…I brought it up with Martha a couple times. She refused. I didn’t ask a third time.”

I was generally a pretty secure girl, but still, that really offended me. I remember spending nights thinking about why in hell would that woman have a problem with me spending time with her girl. I was Awesome. I was confidant and talkative and outgoing and nice, and unlike her closed-up daughter, had tons of friends.

It hadn’t taken me long to realize that it was all because of the weird relationship that she and Mom had. They were the weirdest king of best-friends I’d ever seen. According to Mom, they’d been pretty close since college, but for some reason had grown apart after Martha’s husband left her. Ever since then, they’d been struggling with money, as her husband was the only provider in the family.

We however, weren’t filthy rich, but it was a small town, a town where one wouldn’t run into some big-shot film producer or a corporate CEO or some fancy shit like that. Mom had the salon, and kept in check the smart investments dad had started before he died. So we were one of the few wealthy families one could find around here. Holly’s family used to be like that as well, before her family situation got all screwed up.

Martha ended up getting a job, which she’d admitted to, and a second job, which she hadn’t. The woman lived in complete secrecy, and it was clear that Holly had clear instructions on what she was and wasn’t allowed to reveal to us. In my opinion, her and mom’s fallout was a result of her own egotistical personality. The woman was unhealable.

When Mom first knew about their money problems, she immediately offered Martha a position to work in her Mani and Pedi salon. Martha refused. Couple of months went by, problems still unsolved as they dug through their savings, so Mom offered her to do gardening work around our house for a generous pay. Martha refused. Third time, Mom already knew the answer, but she offered anyway, for Martha to do some chores around the house, on a semi-daily basis. Martha refused and Mom just said fuck it.

I mean. Who did she think she was! Only option left for mom was just to give the woman money, and I knew for a fact Martha would refuse, saying it was charity or something, and she’d be totally right. It wasn’t like she had any skills or degrees. Woman was useless, and should’ve been thankful for what Mom offered her, but no, she just, shoved away the hand that was trying to feed her.

I guess I could see, however slightly, where she came from, why all the secrecy and the sensitivity when it came to money. She probably thought Mom would hold it over her head, or rub it in her face or something. She was one hundred percent right.

Mom had a big mouth. As in she liked to rub her fortune in people’s faces. And as for the favors, sometimes it felt like I’m the daughter of Don Corleone or something; she’d never let someone forget a favor she’d done to them, big or small, a day or a decade ago.

But still, money came with bragging rights didn’t it. But what bothered Mom the most, was the extent her friend would go to, the struggles she’d put herself through, just so that she wouldn’t have to work for us. She worked two jobs, a cashier at a restaurant and God knows what else, lived paycheck to paycheck, didn’t put a penny on something that wasn’t necessary for their survival or Holly’s education.

With how closed off she was about her lifestyle, we were pretty much kept in the dark, but it didn’t take a genius to know how hard it was on her. Last time I’d seen Holly in new clothes was two years ago I think, and not once since we’d meet had she agreed to go out with me to a cafe or a restaurant. She couldn’t afford it, and, taking after her mother, would never accept me paying for her.

Given that I didn’t give a shit about the woman, only thing that bothered me was that how this affected Holly. Her mother got her so focused on that damn university that she barley had anytime to have fun; aka spend time with me.

“Hum…right right,” Mother’s words brought me back to her little interrogation, which I was sure had reached ridicules extents by now. “So what did you have for dinner yesterday—”

“Just lay off her you nosy hag.” I said, throwing a cushion at mom.

After catching the pillow in her face, Mom gave me a cold frown as Holly suppressed a giggle.

After a brief frowny but playful look me and Mom exchanged, she looked back at Holly and said, “So, where are you going for college again.”

“Uhhmm” Holly paused for a second as she assorted the dishes. “USM. Hoping so at least. You never know.” She crossed her fingers.

“Oh right,” Mom nodded at me, stupid grin on her face.

She already knew the answer. I knew the answer. Everybody knew the damn answer.

“Biology, right?” She turned her head again towards Holly.

“Uha.” Holly nodded.

“Then Med school.”

“Fingers crossed.” Holly said, already getting uncomfortable with the conversation, mostly because she knew Mom only opened it to tease me more than anything else.

“Your Mama must be so proud.”

“She is.” Holly said, excited for the conversation to end.

“Wish that lazy bitch had something like that going for her.” She said, actually wiggling her eyebrows at me. She looked like a child. She was a child.

I knew better than to argue, but I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “I mean… med school is so that you’d have good money. We have money.”

“No one said you’re doomed to be stupid if you have money, honey. You can be rich and smart at the same time.”

I only puffed in return. I didn’t have a comeback answer. I generally gave Mom a pass whenever she came at me with my education choices, for the sole reason that I knew she was a bit hurt about the fact herself. I wasn’t going to college, mainly because, I wasn’t really that passionate about anything. In addition, we didn’t need the money; we were business owners, and the best thing I could do for myself financially was learn mother’s business.

And, thank god, I didn’t have that insecurity my mom’s generation seemed to have, about the necessity of a higher education. I didn’t give a shit. It did pain me somewhat how it hurt Mom. She was probably thinking about how Martha—who already didn’t shut up about how smart her daughter was and about the high grades she was scoring—was going to belittle me in comparison to Holly.

Even though Mom wouldn’t admit it, their relationship had long turned into some kind of a competition, one that Mom had clearly won. I saw it in her eyes sometimes, how she enjoyed watching Holly pick after us or clean after her dinner parties. Or how she bragged about her business and the new shit she bought the few times her and Martha would get together.

So the fact that she only started giving a shit about my academic horizons after she knew that Holly was aiming for Med School, confirmed to me that she wasn’t willing to lose that battle. That her little daughter, compared to Martha’s, was insignificant trash, in the brains and academic sense at least.

“All done.” Holly said.

“Oh…” Mom said, turning her head towards Holly. “Good job Holly.”

“Okay, let me head home then.” She said as she wiped her hands on the kitchen’s towel.

I walked her to the door and we said our goodbyes. Knowing I’d fail, I didn’t try to persuade her to stay, even though I had nothing planned for the rest of the night. A Friday night, for goodness’ sake. She probably had nothing either, I knew that once she’d get home, she’d open those books and keep studying until midnight.

“What you watching,” I said to my mother as I closed the entrance door behind me.

“Movie.”

“yeah what’s it called.”

“No clue.”

“Never heard of it.” I said with faked interest.

“No…I have…no clue what it’s called.”

“…Good enough.” I said as I flopped on the couch.

Me and Mother laid there for the rest of the night, watching what quickly turned out to be the dullest movie there was.

Friday night, and I was spending it home with Mom watching a movie that neither of us cared to know its title. My life hadn’t used to be like this. I always had something planned, for every night of the week, especially the weekend.

I had a lot of friends, a group that I had tons of fun with and that were available 24/7. I was content with them. And not to sound like a ten-year-old out of a Highschool movie, I was some what of their leader. I used to joke around with them, saying they were my followers or lackeys. I decided on what to do, where to go, where to eat, whose house the sleepover was going to be at—which was never mine.

Also, I felt like myself whenever I was around them. I was generally a pretty confidant and bossy person. It didn’t reach a point where I was…like ordering them around, but I did dish out some demands often, and they rarely, nearly ever, refused to do as I say.

And of course they were the occasional playful insults that I often gave, that they knew better than to return. Like this one friend we had, Merial. Fat was an understatement when talking about her cow-like body.

Being of normal height and having a fit body and lovely long dirty-blonde hair, I had a weird urge to make fun of other’s people’s appearance. Something I knew bad about myself but never thought to change. And Merial, being plain big and insecure about it got the bitter end of that. She ate like a cow, moved like a cow, we even made her moo like a cow once after she had lost a bet. So she took the majority of my insults and bossy demands, as she should’ve; it was pretty much the only reason we kept her around.

That was my little group of friends. And there was also my boyfriend. But he wasn’t important. The only gain I had from that relationship was realizing I didn’t like boys, that way at least. I had kept him around. But that all changed when me and Holly became close friends.

Considering she was a bit different than the girls I spent most of my childhood and teenage years with, it initially made me a bit confused of why I was enjoying—or wanting, her company so much. Most obvious difference was how into her studies she was—something that until this day kept being a pain in my ass. She was nerdy. So at first, I thought, sure, it would be fun to have her around. Our friend Kristen was a bit nerdy, and it was always a blast making fun of her because of it, so it was like having two of her.

The morning I had planned to first offer her to hang out with us, I was pretty confidant of her answer.

I shut off people left and right, being very picky about who I spend time with or who I let into my inner group, but when I’d show interest in a bitch, bitch always was grateful.

We weren’t the only popular group in school but we were pretty popular.

Few people in our school got to go to parties and wear expensive clothes or drive a car to school, but we did. And we made it obvious, on Facebook Instagram any other place where you could show off, cause what was wealth for right? Every other girl in that school jumped at the chance of hanging out with us. And that was problem number one:

That girl didn’t, and went as far as to not only refuse spending time with my friends, but, although not as frequently, with me……….me!

I quickly found that she was too polite to tell me, “Sure, but without your friends.” So I started offering to hang out without them, and since she didn’t have any close friends, we pretty much hanged out by ourselves.

For some reason, I started caring about her company more than that of the girls I had spent most my school years with. I started canceling on parties and sleepovers and instead spent the night in my boring ass room in my pajama in my bed snacking and chatting with Holly. It didn’t bother me, but baffled me a bit. Mostly because she was so different not only from my…I guess now ex-friends, but so different from me. She talked kindly, dressed modestly and acted maturely, kind of like and adult, which I used to think and still thought was kind of lame.

Thing more baffling was how different she’d gotten me to act around her. I wasn’t a mean person, but I was no saint either. But around her, I was, I had to be. First time I commented on her pig-nose—her nose was pointed upwards a bit, like a pig—she shut me off, nicely, but she shut me off. She just told me not to make negative comments about her appearance. That was a first, and it surprised me. And it shocked me that I’d listened. I listened to that request and to every request she’d made since about how I treated her, about my behavior. Bitch got me monitoring my behavior.

I respected that, admired it, almost as much as I hated it. I treated people like the fuck I wanted to, that was a part of my personality. Who was she to put limits on me!

Keeping her as a friend gradually became a challenge, like she was this forbidden fruit in my hand, one that I had to work hard to keep, one that could grow a pair of legs and run off from me if I wasn’t careful.

It was no surprise that my relationship with my gang diminished, big time. Instead of every other day, we hanged out every other month. Partly because I just wanted to spend time with Holly, and partly because I wasn’t as excited to hang out with them anymore. A thing that I’d realized since I’d met Holly, was how prideless, opportunistic, wimpy ass bitches my friends were.

I always thought that my fortune had a little something to do with how they acted so nicely around me. I mean, I rarely let them pay for anything, knowing they couldn’t afford all the fancy activates we indulged in. But I only realized how big that little something was when I’d befriended Holly, who didn’t let me spend a cent on her.

Of course, I tested the theory, tried to find out how much did my money have to do with how my friends treated me or how hard they were clinging to me. I started suggesting…kind of a less exciting hangout plans, less money demanding parties and bar-nights, less Megan-funded shopping sprees. And lo and behold, all of the sudden, me calling Kristen a four-eyed nerd or grabbing Merilee’s boobs and telling her to mow wasn’t funny to them anymore, but actually, quite inappropriate and insensitive. Eventually it was me who decided to spend less time with them, but I had to say it came as a kick to my stomach how little they’d argued the point. It was like, “Yeah, whatever.” By every single one of them. It was okay though, I had Holly, which I’d came to realize was the closest thing I had to a real friend.

Some moments came where I wished I’d never known her. I was content with my friends. She broke that, along with the sparkling image I had of myself as a confidant and popular person. She was a rude wake up call. But what was done was done, Megan awaked.

And now the bitch was leaving, for good.

It didn’t matter how much she assured me that we were going to stay in touch. We lived in the same street, went to the same school, and we barely hanged out. So it was fair to assume that once she’d moved to a different city, preoccupied with her sparkling future and her dick-head of a boyfriend, I’d be lucky if I got to see her once or twice a year.

That wasn’t acceptable, and for a long while, with all my attempts failing at persuading her to stay, it seemed there was nothing I could do but sit there and watch as she left me.

I needed a miracle. And, last week, during a night which I was spending scrolling down reddit forms, I found one. It was a stupid headline for a stupid subreddit. It read: Hypnotism Services.

I went in out of desperation and curiosity more than anything else. I had thought that I would read it for a while, fantasies about what if it worked, what if I could hypnotize Holly somehow so that she’d stay here. But after spending sometime reading through the thing, my eyes landed and widened at the bottom of the post, which mentioned the price. I chuckled to myself at first, at the ridiculous price this degenerate scammer was asking for.

I didn’t know if I was actually that stupid or that desperate, but I didn’t immediately close the page—as every girl with half a brain would’ve. I kept starting at the text and the pathetic sale’s pitch and the big-ass number in dollars at the bottom. Whoever was running this scam, included his email in the post. Like someone would be dumb enough to inquire about such a thing, except for me.

Me and the supposed master of hypnotisms exchanged emails for the following two days. They pretty much included me picking his brain about how this thing actually worked and threating him if he was scamming me, which was all bullshit because I didn’t know who the hell the guy was, and I doubted his name really was Hypno-Ninja.

I tried not to think about the logic of this decision as we exchanged emails. This was a last act of desperation, one that I was blowing away a good sum of money for, and an hour-long earful from mom. A small sacrifice, for the insignificant possibility of it solving my one and only problem. What if it worked?

So, after a ton of explanation of which I understood nothing, and a lot of negotiations from which I couldn’t lower the price by a single dollar, we made a deal. I sent him the money, he sent me the Hypno-tool, and of course, my mother found out and I got grounded for a week.

A month’s rent and a week of solitude. If this shit wouldn’t work, I’d track that hypno-asshole down and I’d shove that thing up his ass.

I didn’t even know what it was. It looked like one of those old chain watches our ancestors used to carry around. But instead of a clock on the surface, it just had a strange pattern of tangled lines. I didn’t look at it for long. If the thing actually worked I didn’t want to end up fucking up my own brain now did I.

I kept it in my closet, until the day I’d get the guts to use it, to find out if Holly was going to stay with me or be out of my life forever.

It was now two weeks after receiving the tool, one week after Holly’s last visit, and I still hadn’t managed to muster the guts to do it, and Holly’s special night, was tomorrow. I was the kind of student that studied my whole exam the night before the exam, so it wasn’t a surprise that I needed the terror of realizing that tomorrow Holly would be wearing my dress while making sweet sweet love to that fuck-tard, getting her first sexual experience with someone other than me. Today. She was coming to my house today to borrow the dress, and today, I’d do it.

I spent the day wondering about whether or not I should use it, and after I’d made my choice, about how to use it. The guy had said it was pretty straight forward. He’d said that I should dangle the thing in front of her eyes, make it swing left and right for a minute during which she should only straight forward and not trace the object with her eyes. After that, over, she’d be in the state in which I could fuck with her brain. I’d done my best not to expect any super spells to come out of this thing, like getting her to follow my orders or something, but it was still a disappointment when he told me it was impossible to do that. It helped his credibility though.

Apparently, all this little spell could do, was get me to make some sort of connection in her senses, get her to associate two feelings together. I asked him the only logical question which was how the hell was this supposed to help me? The suggestion he’d given was smart, perverted and made me want to punch him in the face, but he was right, the way he suggested was the only way to make use of this.

I had been still thinking about the details of how to use it when my phone rang. It was Holly. We’d agreed to meet at seven, and it was still four.

“Hi.”

“Holla.” She said, speaking in an enthusiastic tone that was strange to her. “What’you doin.”

“…Nothing…Why?”

“Thinking about coming over.”

“Now—Right now?”

“Yeah…” She chuckled. “Why not?”

“…Nothing…Yeah…” I said, eyeing my closet. “No problem. Waiting for you.”

“Great, bye.”

“Bye.” I closed my phone got up then freaked out. She’d be here any minute.

I ran to my closet, got into some cute pink pajamas and gave my messy dirty-blonde hair a quick combing. Then I glanced thorough the window, and saw her approaching our house. Our eyes met, and with a friendly kind smile on her unsuspecting face, she waved at me.

That wave was enough to send a surge of guilt down my stomach. It broke my heart. She looked so innocent. She trusted me. She saw me as her best friend. I was her best friend. The depravity of the act I was about to commit downed on me. She’d hate me if she knew what I was planning to do to her, which was, when it came down to it, fuck up her brain, ruin her future, force her to stay in this town, with me, forever.

I waved back nervously as she knocked at the door. I didn’t go downstairs, thinking that Mom would just let her in.

I was ruining her future.

My room’s door flew open making me snap towards it. She burst inside and whooped with her hands in the air, “Tomorrow…I unlock womanhood!”

I stared at her, as her face wore a stupid excited grin. I’d never seen her this excited before. This hypno shit better work.

“Hi.” I smiled calmly.

“Hi.” She gave a soothing sigh as she threw herself on top of my bed.

I walked to my bed and sat at the edge beside her thighs. “You seem excited,” I said.

“Hell yeah I am.” She fisted the air and chuckled. “He already booked us a room.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Where?”

She looked sideway at me, her eyes getting all dreamy. “He left it as a surprise.”

“Humm…that’s…romantic.”

“I know.”

“Kinda like…creepy romantic, like kidnap you romantic.”

“Shut up.” She brushed me off with her hand as she sat straight on the bed. Her eyes wondered around for a bit before they settled on the dress I’d hanged on the handle of the closet’s door. “Yeah!” She raised her arms jokingly as she looked at me. “You got it all dry-cleaned for me and everything.”

“Sure did,” I said.

I didn’t know if my unenthusiasm showed on my face, or if she’d sensed something was wrong, but for some reason she said, “Is it really alright if I borrow it? You could totally still say no.”

“Come on…” I brushed her off. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just keep it away from his Jizz.” I gave her a teasing look, and she just rolled her eyes with a smile.

We spent a bit of time chatting about her big night. And me, being the master of sex, gave her advice on what to do tomorrow night, you know, cause my one-time shag in the locker rooms gave me oh so much experience. Holly was a smart girl, academically speaking, but God was she naïve.

After a while, I thought I’d better show a bit of encouragement, and suggested she’d try the dress, and she jumped at the idea, like she’d been waiting for me to suggest it since she’d arrived. I had my own selfish reasons of course, but I did want to be a bit supportive.

It was right then, when she stood in front of me with that velvet dress, that I’d realized there was no way in hell I’d let her slip from my hands. I loved her.

I just sat there on bed and hoped my gazing wasn’t too obvious. Her brunet hair fell smoothly on her naked shoulders. Her curvy full breast thrust forward. The dress highlighted the curves of her hips perfectly. She wasn’t fat, nor skinny, just chubby, just the right amount, that would give her partner just enough flesh to grab on to. Like hell that partner was gonna be some dorky asshole.

“What?” She tilted her head slightly, giving me a weird look, probably in response to my creepy one.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “You look good.”

“Good!” She turned on her heel and checked herself in the mirror. “Bitch I look gorgeous.”

She did. She did look gorgeous. She never dressed like this, always wore conservative clothes, long sleeves blouses and wide leg jeans that often hid all of the curves and gorgeous features of her body.

After checking herself out in the mirror for a while, her eyes pleased with what she was seeing, both our eyes actually, she got into the bathroom and got out of it.

We sat on my bed Indian style and chatted for a while, while I tried to muster up the courage to do the damn thing.

She was my friend, and I loved her.

I wouldn’t have to try such drastic means if she weren’t such a prideful, stuck up, selfish idiot. She didn’t know what was good for her. She’d go there, work herself bloody for what…five, six, whatever amount of years that damn Med school required, then work as a doctor, make a lot of money, all for who, for her mom?

Holly didn’t want any of these things. Not once had I heard her talk about her future with joy or excitement. She was always like, “So yeah…those my life plans.”

And money was the last thing on her mind. She never cared for expensive crap. But being smart, she did care for stability, and I was willing to offer her stability, security, so that she wouldn’t need for a thing.

I’d allow her to live her with me. That was of course if she’d be willing to be an adult and put her damn pride aside, provided that she’d act thankfully. I mean, I was no pushover was I. And I loved her. My feelings mattered too. Why should we grow apart from each other, just cause some old hag couldn’t accept how things were? My happiness mattered as much as hers. I owed myself that.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I said, giving her a silly worried face.

“What?” She smiled.

“I came across this… ridiculous ad the other day.” I said as I made my way to my closet and started looking for the object.

“Yeah, About what?”

I took the hypnosis clock that wasn’t a clock out of my closet and dangled it in the air in front of her. “Hypnotism.” I said, making my tone show that I knew how ridiculous I sounded.

She titled her head and frowned at me, like she was disappointed. “Seriously.”

“I know I know.” I said as I climbed up the bed again. “I couldn’t resist.”

She grabbed it off my hand and started checking it out, flipping it over. “How much did it cost you?”

“…Couple of hundreds.”

“…” her eyes snapped away from the clock and settled on me. “The hell Morga—what even is this thing?”

I snatched it off her hand and got closer to her. “Just let me have my fun okay.” She would’ve probably killed me if she had known how much it actually costed me.

“What does it like…do?”

“Well…” I thought for a bit. “It makes you go to sleep, supposedly.”

“What like… instantly?” she snapped her fingers.

“Yeah.”

Both of us just sat there for a bit, as she nodded calmly at me with her lips pursed, like she was saying, “Good for you.”

“So…” I said. “Wanna try it.”

“Really…” she sighed, then, probably in response to my frown at her unenthusiasm, she shook her head and made herself a bit more excited. “Okay okay. Let’s Try it.”

“Alright…So. I’ll dangle it in front of your eyes, and all you’ll have to do is look at me. Like straight forward, don’t follow it with your eyes.”

“That’ll be a bit difficult won’t it?”

“…………try.”

“Fine.” She shifted and tucked her slim legs under her before nodding at me expectantly.

“Ready?”

“Uha.”

My heartbeat quickened as I rose my hand with the metal chain between my fingers. She looked straight at me, her big brown eyes all friendly and kind and excited, oblivious to what was I about to do to her. If there ever was a prize for friend of the year—

I started swinging. It swung once, it swung twice, thrice.

Her neck loosened and fell on her shoulders with her eyes closed and her tongue poking out of her mouth, like someone shot her or something.

“Holly!” I prodded her shoulder harshly as she laughed at me. “Come on be serious.”

“Okay okay…sorry.” She said as she straightened her back again, took a deep breath, and looked straight into my eyes.

I rose the clock again, and started swinging.

The patterned side kept facing her the whole time with no need for me to adjust it. We kept eye contact as the clock swung left and right in front of us. I didn’t know for how long I’d been doing this, but after a while, something changed in her eyes. She was looking at me differently, like she was lost, like she wasn’t there.

Did it work? I looked with narrowed eyes at her dull face, as her eyes stared into mine. She looked so…absent. “Holly,” I whispered, preparing myself for the disappointment if she responded. But, to my thrill, she didn’t respond, she didn’t move, she didn’t do anything but sit still, her eyes transfixed at me, her mouth gaping slightly, her shoulders slouched. “Holly,” I said again, only louder and waved my hand in front of her absent eyes, unable to keep my excitement out of my tone. She stayed still. It worked, I thought, at least this part of it did.

Great…now what? I shouted inside.

I jumped to my feet, and did the only logical thing there was to do: I freaked out. Why hadn’t I thought this far. What was I supposed to get her addicted to now? What was the best way to mess up her mind, in a way that she’d never be able to get away from me?

Mindlessly, I grabbed one of my perfumes and rushed back to her, then halted near my bed. Maybe I could get her addicted to this. Wear it every now and then. Only when she’d be with me would she be able to smell it. And what happens when the bottle runs out, idiot? I didn’t know. I’d order another. What if she figured it out, that it was the smell getting her fanny crazy and not me? I sighed as I put the perfume bottle aside and leaned against my dressing table, looking at her impatiently.

It didn’t take long for me to realize how stupid I was, how easy my problem was. Why perfume? I had a scent didn’t I. And what better way to get her addicted to me, than having her addicted to my scent. All I had to do was get close to her, give her my neck, have her take a whiff or two, and done. She’d be mine. She’d take one smell of any part of me, and would swoon. She’d be wrapped around my finger. Whatever I’d do to her, whatever way I decide to talk to her, no matter how mad she’d be at me for whatever reason, she’d come back crawling to me, begging me to forgive her. GOOOD. I grew hot only thinking about it.

I walked back to the bed, and rested my knees on it. As I crawled closer to her, I halted again. A mischievous smile crept up my lips.

This was a one-time chance. There was no way in hell I’d be able to pay that assholic genius again. I had one chance to mold her into being mine, and into acting the exact way I wanted her to act. Whatever shameful and subservient adjustments I needed to make to her mind, this was my only chance, and getting her merely addicted to my beautiful, pleasurable scent, was making little use of a huge opportunity. There couldn’t be any doubt in her mind, about who’d be the boss in our future relationship. I wanted to humble her.

I didn’t have to think about it for long, as my hand instinctively found its way to my leg, then to my ankle. I grabbed my slipper. I took it off, feeling its fluffy, slightly moist cotton inner sole cling to my skin as I slid it off my foot. I brought it up to my nose, keeping it at a safe distance so it wouldn’t knock me unconscious, and took a light whiff. My head abruptly turned away from the sharp stench. It was horrible. I needed to throw away those slippers, right after this.

I took a last look at her face, which looked all mindless and dumb. She was so clueless to what was about to happen to her, about the drastic turn her life would take, oblivious to the fact that I was going to unrecoverably disfigure that smartaholic brain of hers.

Just before my hand moved again, before I took the last action to seal her fate, I stopped. I thought if I really wanted to do this to her. She trusted me. She thought of me as a friend. Was that how I thanked her?

But I loved her so much. I welcomed her into my life. I was contented with my life before she came around. I was happy, satisfied. She changed that. She entered my life; she wasn’t going to walk out of it that easily.

My face grew determined as I grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and with the other, shoved my slipper against her face.

“Take a sniff Holly.” I whispered through gritted teeth. She probably couldn’t even understand my words, but I couldn’t go through this with a shut mouth. Talking down to her, ordering her through the whole thing made me feel I was in control. “Sniff my slipper. Inhale my stench.” Her light breathing, it was the most soothing of sounds, the sound of her sliding down into the rabbit hole, the sound of her getting addicted to my stench, to me, the sound of her eternal fall.

“Inhale my stench you stuck-up—bitch.” I said out loud, trying to overcome my growing nervousness. It was already too awkward, and I hadn’t reached the most awkward part yet. My eyes darted from her face to her crotch and up to her face again, as I delayed the inevitable act. Touching her there wasn’t that big of a deal, while she was awake. Doing it like this, made me feel like I molested her or something, which, would be hundred percent true. I’d be a molester now.

No skin on skin, I sighed. I mustered my courage and retrieved my hand from the back of her head. I reached down to her crotch, and lightly, touched the surface of her pants and withdrew my hand back, putting it behind her head again.

It elicited no reaction. But it was what the guy had told me to do.

My face shrunk and my nose wrinkled as I cringed at seeing her eyes weaver and shutter. She closed her eyes, as her lips started giving out light groans. I closed my own eyes in disgust and turned my face away, as if not witnessing the act would make it less perverted.

I didn’t look, but her noise only grew louder and more intense in my ears. It was as if she was having sex. And after every groan she gave, she breathed in heavily, unsuspectingly overcoming her senses with my foot stench.

Every time I thought it was enough, I forced myself to hold on for just a little bit more. I remembered what he said, the longer I would do this for, the harder the association would be ingrained in her brain, the easier for me to control her after. I didn’t know for how long I had been doing this, but judging by her restless squirming, I’d say for a long time.

I looked at her, and grimaced with cringe and amusement when I saw the slight, satisfied smile that was sat on her lips. I wiped my hand on my bed instinctively before walking to the bathroom and washing up. I didn’t know what I had to wash up, but I felt dirty.

I finished the job, laid her on her back and tucked her under the covers. Tomorrow she’d ask about what happened, and I’d just say that all the hypno crap had done was make her fall asleep.

As I lay there beside her on the bed and watched her doze off peacefully, I couldn’t stop restlessly biting my nail. This thing better work. Tomorrow, she would be seeing that jerk Harry. Hopefully, she’d realize there was something wrong before they’d get to third base.

It was the day after, and I was laying on my bed, my foot anxiously tapping against my mattress as my hands clung to the phone and my eyes stared at my reflection in its black screen. I had so many feelings battling inside me at once. Fear, knowing that I had done something so naughty and was waiting for its results. Anger, at the bastard who I wasn’t sure whether or not had bunked me. And restless impatience. If things were going as planned, Holly would message me any minute now. If not, she’d be in his bed, giving him her flower, as she liked to put it.

In my anxious wait I was aware of every second passing, until finally, my phone lit up, and there it was, a message notification. Holly had sent me a message. I opened it.

Holly: What you doing?

Me: Nothing, watching a boring show.

Holly: Can I come over?

She typed, allowing me to give the sigh of relief I so desperately needed. It worked. It worked. Why else would she be texting me, coming over to hang out, in her special night. Only possible reason, that her special night didn’t turn out to be so special after all.

Me: Sure.

I bit my lip instinctively, having an urge to toy with her a little bit. I typed:

Me: Excited to know all the naughty details.

It took her a moment to form a response.

Holly: Yeah. Haha. Coming over to you now.

I hurled my phone at the bed and leaned back, satisfied.

She arrived at my house about ten minutes later. We said Hey to mom and immediately walked to my room. She was as impatience as me to get alone together. She was probably freaking out, understandably.

The true frustration she’d been harboring immediately showed once she’d entered my room, replacing the polite face she’d been putting in front of my mum. She walked and threw herself on the bed face down, and as I stood behind her, I actually had to suppress a giggle.

Once I had gotten my joy under control, I sat beside her on the bed, and she was still laying there on her stomach. She was still wearing my dress and her bare legs extended over the foot of the bed. Her head turned to the side as her cheeks rested against the mattress, a sad look on her face.

I said, “Soooo,” I pinched her cheek between my knuckles playfully. “How’s the first night of womanhood?”

Her face still looked cold but her eyebrows frowned in sadness. She was probably thinking about how to start this, how to tell me. It was a pretty awkward thing to talk about.

She stayed silent for a while, which I understood, but then it went on for so long that I had to say something, so I said, “Holly. What happened?”

She stayed frozen, but her eyes looked up at me, before she cleared her throat, sat in her usual position and propped her herself on her elbow. Her lips parted slightly, then closed again, as she seemed hesitant to talk, before she finally said, “Let me ask you something.”

“Seeking my wisdom already,” I said arrogantly.

“Yeah shut up for a sec,” She gestured with her hand for me to shush, then continued, “When you…” she searched for words. “…you…you know.”

While her ten-year-old mentality when it came to sex was usually amusing, now, it was standing in the way. I wanted to know what happened and I didn’t have an appetite for any bullshit. “When I fuck,” I said, implying that she’d just use the fucking vulgar words.

“No…” She narrowed her eyebrows. “Well, yes. Kinda…before…fu…fucking.”

“Making out?”

“Yeah,” she said, her face growing in desperation. “Do you…feel, good.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…do you feel…” She waved her hand around her lower body. “Feel good.”

My eyes darted between her face and the place she’d gestured towards for a second, before I looked at her and said, “Absolutely, I mean…duh!”

“Yeah?” She narrowed her cute brown eyes at me, “How good?”

I took a deep breath as I looked up, thinking of ways to describe the feeling. The feeling she’d never get, without me, without my say so, without my touch and smell. “You feel it. It feels like, a tingle, between your legs. Like…there’s an empty void in your stomach. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“…”

“What?” I said once I noticed the look of worry that overcame her face.

“Is it possible that I’ve gotten it,” she said, as if she already knew my response but hoped for a different one. “But didn’t…like…notice it?”

“Well, no…it’s pretty noticeable,” I said, then pretended to be slightly surprised. “Why. Didn’t it feel that good?”

“It felt like nothing.” She slammed her face in the mattress again, which allowed me to fist the air and mouth out a silent yell of victory.

I composed myself again just as she turned her head back to look at me. “What do you mean honey?” I asked, my tone gentle and concerned.

“Like, literally nothing.”

“What exactly did you guys do?”

“We kissed.” Agitated, she said. “We kissed and made out. And ever since he stepped foot in the house, it was so…awkward. And when we got to the kissing part it felt like I was kissing dad.”

I couldn’t suppress my chuckle, and she gave me a menacing stare. “Sorry.” I said, but still couldn’t help my smile. “You were saying.”

Her frowned loosened, then she continued, “And he felt it. He felt that I didn’t feel anything. Eventually the situation got too awkward for us both, and he was mad, probably offended, as his right. It must’ve felt like he was trying to make love to a wall or something. So after a while he just… left.”

I didn’t know what to say, seeing how serious and saddened she was describing it all, so I just kept the concerned-friend look on my face and listened.

“I just…” she turned to lay on her back as she looked at the ceiling in thought. “Don’t understand.”

“Sorry honey.” I said, passing my fingers through and creasing her hair.

I gave her a moment to calm down. She needed it. Even though I much wanted to stick my armpit in her face and yell, “This is what you get hot to now bitch…this and only this.” I held myself off. I got her. The thing worked, and now I knew she was mine. The only thing that could miss this up, with me moving too quickly, risking her figuring it out. She wasn’t dumb. We had performed the failed hypno thing just yesterday, and her little sexual crises just happened, so if I provided her with what she desired now, I’d risk her connecting the dots, and consequently, killing my ass.

So I sat there, and for now, acted as a good friend for her. I gave her some more time before I said, “Maybe he’s…not your type.”

“He is so just my type,” she whined, “Everything was going perfect. We’ve been dating for months. AND yes, I felt it in my stomach and crotch and whatever. This night was supposed to be ten times better.”

“I mean…” I said, trying to stay logical. “You didn’t really do anything before right. You probably spent it doing what…holding hands.” I couldn’t help my mocking tone. “That’s nothing… this is the real deal that you were going to experience today, and there you have it. You felt nothing.”

“Yeah, I realize that!” She said, her tone irritated. “What’s your point.”

“I don’t know…I’m just thinking aloud.” I shrugged. “What if you’re…you know…”

“What…” She looked at me, then her face wrinkled at the suggestion written all over my face. “No. Am not a lesbian alright.”

“You can’t know that for sure. I didn’t figure it out until after Liam. You never know till you know right.”

“But I do know.” She sat straight, then dragged her butt up on the bed till her back rested against the backboard. “I don’t know.” She looked up, her shoulder slouching. “I guess I’ll just see what happens tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!”

She looked at me, looking confused by my shock. “Yeah, why?”

“…Nothing.” I looked away, hiding my bitter frustration behind an indifferent face. Tomorrow! Cool down missy, he aint gonna run.

My slippered foot shook anxiously as it rested near Holly’s thighs as thoughts battled in my head. I didn’t want her to see him. It was by mere luck that they hadn’t done anything serious today; there was no saying if I would be just as lucky tomorrow. How could she think about seeing him again this quickly? I thought that she’d need some more time to think this shit over, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Her mind was confused, but not confused enough, and I couldn’t risk it.

“Hey…Do me a favor.” I said, grabbing her attention. “Take my slippers off and throw’em to the floor will you.” I said, in a lazy tone, rising my feet, and holding them close to her face.

She looked at them then said, with a bit of confusion as to why I wouldn’t just do it myself, “Sure.” She grabbed both of them at once, and wiggled them off my feet.

I couldn’t see her face clearly, as my feet were blocking my view, but I could see that she froze. I kept my legs up for a bit, half-an-arm away from her face, as she held both my slippers in her hands. I lowered my feet, and made sure to hide the satisfaction behind a neutral face. The look on her face was hilarious. Her eyebrows joined, her eyes pointed forward looking at nothing, her arms still held up like she was posing for a picture while holding the trophy that was my slippers. I giggled, “Earth to Holly.”

“Yeah—” she said then abruptly threw the slippers to the floor, looking at them with fear in her eyes, like they were some creepy creatures.

“What’s wrong.” I chuckled. “Do my feet really smell that bad?”

“Huh—yes—no…” She shook her head, before she concentrated her worried eyes at me and tried to calm herself. “They do smell a little bit yeah.”

“Sorry,” I said, dragging my legs closer to me. I thought the best thing to do now was to change the subject, so I said. “So, how’s your studing.”

“What…” She said, a lost look on her face. “Right…They’re…Fine.” She dragged her own legs closer, bending her knees and hugging them to her chest. “Yo—You?”

“Oh you know.” I shrugged. “Same old…”

I spent some time talking about homework and other school stuff, hiding my amusement. She tried really hard to make it look like she was focusing on my words, like she was listening. But I knew that there was one thing she was capable of thinking about right now, and it wasn’t what I was saying, but about why in hell would she feel bolt of excitement down her pants after taking off my slippers. It probably wouldn’t take her long to realize it was the smell, more than anything else. The fact that her anxious eyes glanced at my feet every ten seconds only proved it further to me.

I kept talking for some time, doing my best to resist my mischievous urge to toy with her, but eventually, sensing her growing nervousness, I couldn’t resist. “Holly.”

“Yeah?” She said, darting her eyes to my face.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah…” She giggled, shuffling on the bed nervously. “Why?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “You seem off. And you keep staring at my feet.” I wiggled my toes at her, successfully drawing her attention back to them.

“Am I?” She said, before she shook her head. “I dunno. I’m just…I’m sorry I’m just…I think I’m still worried about what happened tonight.” She said, before she climbed off the bed and stood at the side. “I think I’m gonna go.”

“Oh…” I pouted. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She nodded then walked to the door, seeming to avoid looking at me directly in the eye.

“And listen…” I said raising to my feet, and she stopped. I walked closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle, kind hug. “Don’t…rush this, okay. Give it time. He’ll understand, and… it’s probably best if you wrap your head around this before moving forward, right?” I suppressed a giggle as she breathed in my neck’s scent. I ended the hug abruptly while still keeping my hands on her shoulders and looked at her anxious face.

She looked so scared and lost before she shook her head and said, “Yeah…Yeah.” She nodded, looking at the ground with worried eyes. “Totally. Thanks…I’ll see you tomorrow.” She opened the door and left. I heard her say goodbye to my mom, before the house’s entrance door was opened and shut. My feet instinctively ran to my bed, before I threw myself on top of my mattress and whooped. This is the best day ever.

It worked! Everything about it worked. Holly was addicted to my smell. The amount of frustration she was being forced to deal with was obvious; she was fucking restless, all the time, until she got a faint smell of my scent however—oh not my scent, my stench, the stinky stench of my feet. If a hint of my smell did that to her, what would happen if I like… stuck my stinky gym shoe in her face. She’d fucking melt.

How humiliated she’d feel once she would fully understand her situation, once she’d realize that any feeling of pleasure she would want, had to come through me.

The Day After

Today was a blast, for me at least. For Holly, it was probably a nightmare.

We usually spent a lot of time together at school. But today, she was like the gum at the bottom of my shoe. She ditched her study session at the library, ditched her group for the science project, ditched pretty much every other activity just to spend time with me.

I made sure to get closer to her every chance I got, and every time, the cutest look would come over her confused face. I was getting addicted to that lost-girl look on her face every time she got a hint of my scent. She had no idea what was happening, poor thing.

I saw it on her face, in how she looked at me. She wanted to tell me, but was too afraid to. Whenever I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, hugged her hello or gave her a kiss goodbye when we parted to our respective classes, she’d look like a lost little girl, sad about me leaving her.

I couldn’t stop myself from taking advantage of her baffled confused state, and started acting a bit bossy around her. I had her fetching me coffee, get a notebook or something from my locker, tie my shoes. She’d usually tell me to piss off, but standing up to me wasn’t her main concern today, so she just did it.

If only I knew the thoughts battling inside her head right now. What could she be thinking? For sure, she had probably acknowledged that she had mad feelings towards me, regardless of whether or not she’d yet admitted it.

I was walking from my last class of the day to the parking lot. When I walked through the school’s door, my eyes sparkled at seeing Holly waiting for me by my car. Her cute butt in jeans were leaning against my door, her shoulders slightly slouched forward, her face turned downwards to the ground, a worried look on her face, like a sad dog. God I love her.

“Hey pig-nose.” I greeted as I approached.

She looked at me startled. “He—Hey.”

“You’ve been waiting long.” I said as I walked to my door and unlocked it.

“Not really.”

We got in the car, and I started driving. Along the road, she was awfully silent, leaving me to do all the talking. I couldn’t blame her. She was still trying to figure this shit out.

“So…” I said, not able to resist asking anymore. “You talked to him yet.”

“Who…Oh.” She said, shuffling in her seat. “I saw him briefly today, in chemistry. We talked a bit.”

“…Did you—”

“No.” She said angrily and sharply. “I didn’t feel a thing. I’ll probably break it off.”

“Whaaat?” I whined. “Are you sure? What if it’s a phase or something…you sure you wanna lose a good boyfriend cause of it.” While giving my wisely advice, feeling a slight urge to toy with her, I sneakily inserted my right hand into of my tank-top, and rubbed the area between my chest and armpit, just a little bit, getting some of my heavenly scent on my fingers, before taking it out again.

“I don’t think it’s a phase.” She said.

I took a glance sideways to see her face; she looked utterly miserable, as her eyes looked forward coldly. A gust of guilt hit my stomach, before I shook my head and returned my eyes to the road. This was for the best. Call it an adjustment period. Besides, all was already done, and there was no point in thinking about it.

“Sorry honey.” I said in a caring, kind tone, while giving her face a quick pat, trying to get my fingers close to her nose. I couldn’t stop the smirk from blasting on my face as I felt her breath go through my fingers, as he took a deep sniff. I took my hand away, then looked at her baffled face. “What?” I giggled.

“Nothing…” She shuffled on her seat nervously and looked out the window. “Your hand smells like armpit.”

“Huh,” I chuckled. “Sorry.”

Yes it does bitch, and you love it.

I entered our street, and, as usual, parked in front of her house. Normally, I’d drop her off her house then drive over to mine, since she never hanged out after school, saying that she had chores or had to study or something. She would usually just get out of the car and wave me goodbye. But something told me she wasn’t as keen to go straight home today.

I looked at her, and she was looking out of the window, straight at her house. She couldn’t open the door.

“There’s this movie…” I said, out of nowhere, grabbing her attention. “That I’ve wanted to see for a while. I think you’ll like it.”

“Yeah?” She looked at me, biting her lips in thought.

I could almost feel the battle waging in her. We watched movies on my laptop. We’d lay in my bed together with our backs against the headboard. We would be touching arms. That meant, that for at least an hour and a half, she’d be able to breath my scent. It wouldn’t feel as good as inhaling my sweat I was sure, but it was better than nothing. I knew that these were the thoughts going through her head right now.

“So, you wanna come to my place.”

“…” She brought her finger to her mouth in worry as she looked down. “I have to study.”

I only hummed in response. I wasn’t about to try to convince her to come. No. She wanted me. She needed me. The days when I had to beg to spend time with here were over, for good.

I could see her battling her own thoughts, as she held her fingers at her mouth. I couldn’t know for sure if she had enough willpower to step out of my car, to make an active decision of rejecting the pleasure my company was giving her. I knew one thing though, that if I made the decision for her, the right one, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Such was my confidence that I started driving, and she just sighed, and sunk back into her chair, like an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

We reached my house. We greeted mom then walked up the stairs to my room. I kicked my shoes off, and kept the rest of my clothes on, not wanting to get into new, clean, odorless pajamas. I got under the covers, with the laptop in my lap, then looked up at her while she stood beside my bed like the awkward kid in the group. “So,” I smiled innocently. “You coming?”

Nervously, she nodded, taking her sandals off then getting under the covers beside me. Having been the decent one, she kept some distance between us. She wanted to get closer, but her guilt and her fear were keeping her away, understandably. So, I shifted my body closer to hers, until our elbows were touching. Her limbs were stiff and hot, her eyes pointing forward at the screen. She looked so cute, all shy and nervous like that.

With a satisfied grin on my face, I turned away to shut off the lights, giggling silently at hearing a shaky exhale escape her lips.

I turned back to her, then swiftly wrapped my arm around her rock-stiff shoulders, rubbing my palm up and down her arm and softly pulling her closer. It wasn’t a normal move. We usually didn’t sit this close. But she wasn’t about to protest now was she. I was only doing the things she so desperately wanted but was afraid to do. With her this close, I could almost hear her rabid heartbeat banging in her chest.

I knew exactly how she was feeling. It was how I’d felt whenever we sat this close after I had realized my feelings towards her. It brought a smile to my lips, as I watched her beyond terrified face lit only with the light of the screen, and realized that I wasn’t the only one struggling to keep my harbored lust in anymore.

“Hey…” I said, speaking with my tone barely louder than a whisper. “Relax will you.” I squeezed her chubby shivering arm with my fingers and rubbed it a bit, trying to comfort her.

She only nodded, and gave a shaky sigh. “Okay.”

With that, I started the movie.

While I sat there, relaxed and calm, I laughed inside at her restlessness. She couldn’t stay put for two minutes straight. We were already halfway through the movie, and it would surprise me if she even knew what it was about.

Every now and then, every time I’d lift my arm and scratch my head, or tug at my tank top to fan my chest, I’d release a faint hint of my scent, and while I didn’t even notice it, it was clear what it was doing to the girl sat beside me, who blushed and shuffled uncomfortably in reaction to my every move.

One time, feeling extra devious, I leaned to my side, stretching my arm to ‘get’ something from the beside table on her side, and, totally by accident, pushing my slightly sweaty armpit against the side of her face. I almost broke down laughing as I heard her take a deep sniff. I didn’t find something to bring, and she didn’t even think about it. I just sat back, amused that she didn’t even care to wipe her face.

It had been almost an hour since we started the movie. I was starting to wonder about where the pain-in-the-ass shrew was, when Holly’s phone rang.

“Shit—” she said as she shoved her hand under the covers and into her pocket, taking out her phone. She answered. “Hey mom.”

I paused the movie and tried to listen, to no success.

“I’m at Megan’s—” She got out of bed, probably afraid that I’d listen to whatever mean shit Martha would probably say about me. “We’re watching a movie.” She said as she stood close to my closet, her free arm crossed over her chest. “Mom I’ll be over in a bit… just an hour more…but—” She whined but was interrupted by what I supposed was her mother shouting: right now.

I spotted the disappointed look of defeat as her shoulders slouched and she said, “Fine.” Put ended the call and put her phone back into her pocket, before looking at me with an awkward smile. “Need to go.”

And so she went, bearing the most disappointed look I’d seen on her since the day we’d met.

Week Later

This. Is. Worst day of my life. Hands down.

I was at school in my Calculus class. Teacher was going on and on about I didn’t know what, and all I could think about was the crises that had fallen upon my life out of nowhere.

This was such bullshit. I had no idea where this could’ve come from. I was lusting for her, for the slightest hints of her smell. And the fact she didn’t know that, that she was clueless, made me feel like a dirty nasty perve, and I hated that.

It also didn’t help that this weird, sudden shift in my mentality happened months before the big exam. The timing couldn’t be worse. I needed to study, hard, and while I had been doing just that a week ago, now, all I could think about was Megan’s smell. Every night I really tried my best to just…open a book, read, and focus on what I was reading. But this…gentle, yet frustrating throbbing down my crotch didn’t allow me to focus for a minute straight. I was cranky all the time, even my mother noticed it. I felt like a baby whining for something but didn’t know what. And I’d had no idea what I wanted until that moment I took Megan’s slippers off for her.

Her feet weren’t even clean. Their smell was unpleasant, pungent, disgusting, and yet it made my mouth water. One slight whiff of it kicked me into a soothing relaxed state that I had been longing for since the day before.

After I went home that night, I was so freaked out I went straight to bed. But the day after I calmed my self down, got into scientist mode, determined to find out what the hell it all meant. I decided it was worth a try to smell my own shoes, weird as it may have sounded. At school, feeling like the dirtiest perve on the planet, I stayed behind in gym class and stayed in the locker room, gave some of the girls’ footwear a sniff. There I laid crawling from a flip-flop to a flat to a sneaker to a jersey. And, horrifyingly enough, nothing. Both tries, both mine and the girls’, gave me the only logical feeling one should feel from smelling them: disgust. For a moment, I grew hopeful, thinking that whatever happened the day prior at Megan’s, was a one-time thing and that now I was back to normal. That hope of course was diminished as soon as I met Megan in the parking lot. She gave me a brief hug, and the secant of her neck kicked the air out of my lungs and made my knees tremble.

At that moment, I couldn’t deny it any more. I had a lust for Megan. Only Megan.

Realizing that didn’t make me feel any better. It went against everything I’d come to think—to know about myself. I was straight. I didn’t find her that attractive—I was straight. I didn’t even like her personality that much. She was a bit too spoiled for my taste. I appreciated how she respected my boundaries and acted nice around me, but I knew how she usually treated people, same as how she tried to treat me first couple of weeks in our friendship. Always bossing people around, making fun of people’s appearances, shitting on my ‘naïve obsession’ with my education.

She seemed to suppress all of those parts in her personality whenever she was with me, and I liked that, thought that it meant she wanted to be my friend badly enough to respect my boundaries.

But the point was: Why her? Why only her?

I knew I wouldn’t get an answer no matter how much I’d think about it, so I gave up trying to figure it out. All I could do was wish, to go back to simpler times, when Megan was just Megan and nothing else, when her scent didn’t make my mind go crazy or make my knees weak.

Right now, I was leaning against her car again, waiting for her to finish her last class of the day. She was late. And usually, when that would happen I’d just call for Mom to come and get me. But it had been two days since I’d spent time with Megan, and I needed that time today. After the Movie incident, the following day, Mom waited for me in the parking lot to make sure I didn’t lose my way home. I couldn’t blame her. She was working her ass off to provide for me and make sure I get into that damn college. We were barley managing with bills. And I was lazing off with my friend watching a movie, my friend who was the daughter of the woman who tried to put an apron around my mother’s waist first chance she’d gotten.

She got every right to get mad, and there was still a possibility that she’d drive in the parking lot any minute now. But I hoped she wouldn’t. There was one place I wanted to be right now, and it wasn’t home trying to bang my dumb-unfocused head against my texts box, but at Megan’s.

As if to intentionally put me at unease, I saw Megan approaching, at the same time, a car engine’s sound made me look to my side, and I saw mother’s car driving my way. Mom got to me first, and parked the car beside me. When I didn’t get in immediately, she lowered her window, confused, and called for me, “Holly!”

“Yeah.” I got closer the door and looked at her through the window. “What’s up mom.”

“…” She frowned. “What’s up. Get in the car.”

“…It’s just…Megan’s coming—”

“Yeah I see her,” she nodded in Megan’s direction, her face scornful. “Come on let’s go.”

“…I just…” I said, my head darting left and right. “I just wanna say hey.”

Her eyes immediately grimaced, then she looked past me and nodded. “Fine.” She sighed and sat there waiting.

I stayed beside the car as Megan approached us. Her eyes looked between amused and irritated at seeing that Mom was there. “Hey,” She gave me a hug, during which I didn’t take a single breath, not wanting to get all anxious in front of Mom.

She was wearing her workout clothes, which consisted of a cyan tank top and black leggings that reached just below her knees. Must’ve swung by the school’s gym for a quick workout before she came here. She broke off the hug, allowing my face off her sweaty shoulder. She was drenched with sweat, and I was scared.

“Hey Mrs. Haik.” She said, leaning against the door frame.

“He—” Mom nodded, a bit nervous. “Hey Megan.”

“You know I don’t mind driving Holly home everyday right. You don’t have to come all the way out here.”

“No it’s okay.” She said coldly. “I was close by.”

Both of them just locked eyes for a bit, as I stood there waiting.

Megan sighed, then turned toward me. “Okay…I guess I’ll see you later.”

I couldn’t keep the disappointment off my face. I so didn’t want to go home. All that waited for me there was frustration. But as Megan walked to her car, I thought there was no way of avoiding a frustrating night today, so I just sighed and walked to the passenger’s seat door.

“Damn it,” Megan’s shout made both me and Mom look in her direction. She was standing by her car, rummaging through her purse. She stopped searching for whatever she was searching, and looked at us with slouched shoulders.

“What?” I said in a concerned tone.

“Forgot my keys.”

With the biggest of grins splattered over my face, I looked expectantly through the window at Mom, who, in turn, had on her face the most annoyed of grimaces. She seemed to put effort into suppressing her frustration, as she closed her eyes for a second before she opened them and said, “Suppose you’ll need a ride then huh.”

Megan strode towards us smiling, “So nice of you to offer, thanks.”

She got into the back seat, and I got in after her.

“Damn…” Megan said, squishing her back against the seat’s back. “These seats are like rocks. You should really consider changing this crappy car guys.”

I didn’t say a word, but my face wrinkled uncomfortably as I imagined Mom’s thoughts. I heard her mutter something as she started the car. And we headed home.

The whole ride home, me and Megan just talked about random stuff, school and what not, while Mom stayed mostly silent. Then out of nowhere, Megan started flexing her back and groaning.

“God…gym today was a handful.” She said as she stretched her arms around. “Hey Holly?”

“Yeah?” I said nervously, dreading where this might be going.

“Mind giving me one of your pretty back rubs real quick?”

Here? I thought, but I didn’t say a word.

“What?” Mom said, looking back at us through the mirror. “Since when does she give you rubs.”

“Since a couple of weeks or so. They’re really good too, she’s a natural.”

I closed my eyes, half ashamed, half angry at Megan for letting my mom in on what I considered to be my secrets. Mom really didn’t like her. I couldn’t imagine she’d be thrilled to know I was offering Megan or her mother any kind of favors. And judging by the red that suddenly overcame her face, I thought right.

I didn’t want to do this in front of Mom, but it had been a long time away from Megan, that I couldn’t refuse this opportunity to get close to her. “Yeah,” I said. “Sure.”

“Great,” She said as she turned, giving me her back and bending her knees and resting her legs on the seat. I brushed her blond hair away and let it rest on her shoulder, exposing her still sweaty neck. I rested my palms on between her shoulders and her neck, and started working my thumps through the fleshy parts of her shoulders.

“Oh yeah…” She moaned, making me blush, as my eyes darted between her neck and the mirror, catching mother’s unamused stare. “That’s the spot.”

One of the reasons I thought that Megan suspected the messed-up shit going in my brain, was because of all the liberations she started taking. Little demands she didn’t use to make before. Simply put, she bossed me around a bit.

She stared asking me to get her coffee, or carry her books around saying that she was feeling a bit tired. She always asked nicely, but somehow making it sound like a demand, like I was expected to say yes. I didn’t know if my awkwardness around her made her feel okay to treat me differently, or that she knew I had feelings towards her and decided to take advantage of it. None of the possibilities would surprise me, knowing Megan.

But this massage that I was giving to her now, wasn’t one of those demands. She never asked for such a thing. I offered it to her. Thought she would think it was weird but not that weird, considering her friend Kristy practically used to be her unpaid masseuse. Fortunately, she didn’t think much of it. Knowing how she was, she probably loved it on more than one level.

I just wanted to be close to her, touch her, smell her secant, and working my hands on any part of her body after a stressful workout always helped making her smell fill the air. I was never a smoker, and I never drank. But I suspected that was how a smoker or an alcoholic would feel. I had a constant itch, whenever I was away from her. And now, the itch was just, not there.

When she had gotten a bit mor relaxed, she leaned back, resting the back of her head on my shoulder. It made massaging her a tad more difficult, but it didn’t matter, she was closer like that.

“So how come we never see you around our house as much Mrs. Haik.” She said between moans. “You’re mad at us or something.”

“humm…” Mom turned, caught off guard. “No I’m…just a bit busy that’s all. How’s your mom.”

“She’s good.”

“That’s good to hear.” Mom took a U-turn, seeming uninterested in continuing the conversation.

We stayed silent for a bit. And I was allowed to lose myself in my soothing activity. I was managing this better than I thought. Yes my breathing was a bit too quick and my heartbeat was drumming uncomfortably, and if I talked my words would come out all weak and shaky, but I kept it under control better than I’d thought I’d have. I felt good, relaxed; feeling what was lost from me for the last couple of days.

“So Holly, what do you say you come by to my place. Only for a while,” She directed her last sentence at Mom.

“Oh that—” Mom smiled, as she shook her head at the mirror. “Holly has to study. She’s already behind some subjects. Right Holly?”

I froze for a bit, but I already knew the right answer. Whatever this was, it shouldn’t keep me from my exam, the thing that really mattered here. She was right, I was a bit behind on my studies, and that was mainly because of my complete lack of concentration this past week. I knew it would be hard to go home and try to work through it, but it was my only option wasn’t it. It wasn’t like I could focus if I was with Megan anyway. I’d feel less frustrated, sure, but not focused. “Yeah.” I nodded. I didn’t see Megan’s face, but I doubted it was a pleasant one.

After a while, when we got closer to our street, Megan stretched her legs a little bit and whined. “God, these shoes are killing me.” She said, “You don’t mind if I take them off do you.”

“Ah…no.” Mom said, “Make yourself comfortable dear.”

“Thanks.”

With horrifying eyes and a trembling heart, I watched as Megan dug the toe of her sneaker against the other’s heel, and pushed it off her foot.

I steeled myself, almost afraid to take a breath. I held my mouth and nose shut. But judging by the grimace I spotted on the side of mother’s face, Megan’s socked feet had stunk up the car. I wished I could hold my breath forever, but I couldn’t. I took a deep breath through the nose, letting what was basically Megan’s stinky foot stench enter, and there was that damn feeling again. My stomach shrunk, but in a good way. A firm tingle ran up and down my spine.

“Christ Megan.” Mom waved her hand in front of her face. “You need a shower.”

“Oh they’re not that bad.” Megan laughed, actually rising her leg and moving her socked foot close to mom’s face.

Mom laughed jokingly and turned away. “Keep’em away from me young lady.”

Megan only giggled, then turned her attention to me. “Are they that bad. Holly?”

I took a deep breath that I needed to be able to muster an audible response, then I said, words coming a bit weaker than I had hoped for, “They’re alright.”

“Alright!” Mom said. “Come on you can’t tell me you’re not smelling this back there. They’re rank.”

I only managed to shrug, and mom just gave me a head-shake in response as she continued driving.

As we approached Megan’s house, my mind was occupied by one thought: how was I going to convince mom to let me off the hook tonight. I needed to go to Megan’s. Whatever that feeling was, I wanted it to last.

“Mom.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m thinking I could use a night off today. I wanna hang out with Megan for a while. That’s alright right?”

Megan stayed silent, as Mom scoffed then said, “No…No it’s not alright. Exams are approaching Holly. And you’re already behind. You know I talked to Mister Jank—”

“Mom I know…it’s just one night.”

“He said you got a B+ in your calculus quiz the other day.”

“Yeah…and it’s maybe because I’d been studying so much. I feel so stressed out—”

“That’s such nonsense.”

That discussion was prolonged into a five-minute argument, during which I argued with mom—which was a first in by itself—about me just heading to Megan’s. Megan stayed silent through the whole thing, but for some reason, with only the side of her face visible for me, I spotted a faint smirk curled up her lips. I didn’t know what was so amusing about this, but I didn’t care to know at the moment.

I saw where my mom was coming from. We were poor, kinda. And Mom was nice enough to give me the easy…or less hard rout of getting out of this poverty. She did all the work, had too jobs, and provided everything necessary for me to have an education. The least I could do, was do my part, which was putting my studies first.

But I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t the logical choice to make, but I wasn’t feeling that logical at the moment. All I wanted was to be with Megan. And that was what I was going to do.

Getting tired of fighting, mom felt the need to put her foot down. “You are not spending tonight outside of home. End. Of. Story.”

“Hey Holly, how’re you doing today.” Mrs. Ashford greeted me at the door.

“Hey Mrs. Ashford. I’m good,” I said.

She was wearing her going-out clothes, a Paige long skirt and blouse and white high heels. She peered outside the door to look at Mom who was still in her car.

“Hey Martha—”

Mom drove away.

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This story is an explicit erotic suspense thriller. It contains strong lead female characters, BDSM, semi-non-consensual sex between adults, murder, and a storyline that will have you on the edge of your seat.

Chapter 1…As if I hated it…

She was being fucked to the hilt. There were no two ways about it. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong. There are lights. It’s hot. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat.

Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn’t matter. They were two pretty people. It wouldn’t matter to the greater audience that would see yet not smell them.

So I stood watching her getting fucked by a guy who probably had been fucking since he could walk, all the while trying to not put my shirt over my nose. They were into it, their minds turned off to the less pleasant aspects of my current life. We were all being paid, so what the hell was I complaining about, right?

“Oh, God!”

Here she goes. I’ve seen her work. She arches her pelvis and slaps back against her vaginal assailant just before she-

“Gail. Lights.”

I reached up and pushed the back of the Kino downward and to the left. The director, Rod Sterling, wanted her face lit, and I was behind. He would get on my ass a little about that later. I didn’t care. He was one of those creatives who always felt the rest of the world didn’t understand them, and it was their job to educate us lesser beings.

It didn’t matter in the end. Art was for those people who couldn’t dig ditches or light sweaty fucking people. No matter what he would say, I did my job well, and he knew it. I slipped occasionally. Three hours sleep will do that to you.

A scream pierced the air, and I knew Candy Lipps had made it home. I kid you not. Candy Lipps. Directed by Rod Sterling, a man who rose up in the ranks from porn star actor to director because his creativity couldn’t be denied. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian stallion named Leon-hardo Dahvi. Really. Personally, I believe he had someone pick that out for him. As much as I don’t like putting people down, Leon wasn’t the sharpest hammer in the drawer, just the longest and thickest.

Hammer-boy, sorry—Leon—looked over at the director for when he should apply the final moments of his sperm’s life. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Looking at the camera though…well, I always cringed at that.

In most of the film industry that would have been a no-no: you simply don’t look at the camera or the man holding it. I’ve been on multi-million dollar gigs, and the pros know how to read a script…well, they actually have a script with words. I think Leon got the picture-book version. They all got the picture-book version.

Ah, fuck it. Why was I complaining? I was getting paid.

It did grate on me. I won’t deny it. The whole thing just kept reminding me of how low I had gone in life. Poor Leon grated on me because I detested a lack of intelligence. I never in my life want to become like him and, somehow, holding the lights for his base efforts made me feel…made me feel stupid.

But I couldn’t say anything. I brought it on myself.

Rod got almost as excited as Leon and pointed five fingers in the air with a little waving motion. Leon was confused a moment, and then he understood: cum on her back in five seconds.

It was at moments like this I wished I was at home in my chair, drink in hand, watching reruns of The Munsters. Now that was a good show. Fred Gwynne could laugh with a childish honesty and innocence that no one—no one—has been able to imitate since. And Fred never had to ask where or when to shoot his load.

I sighed and watched and listened to Leon’s grunts and then the final explosion that had him growling and gasping as if he just passed a watermelon through his colon.

It sickened me just a little bit. I looked at the floor, my stomach grumbling for a drink in a bad way. I glanced up long enough to make sure the lights were on him and Candy’s glistening, wondrous face.

Yeah.

Candy…

I think I’ll ask her out.

Chapter 2…Who?

I know what you’re thinking—was it all an act?

No. Not by a long shot.

And that surprised me.

Candy slammed back on me with a gusto that nearly broke my hip. Some of my rum and coke shot out of my mouth onto her back.

“Oh!” Candy said, squirming on me. I think she thought that…hell, I hadn’t the slightest idea what was going through her head.

And I didn’t care.

I was just enjoying myself. A bit too much perhaps, but that’s for my shrink to worry about. My shrink being my old friend, Brian. The one who introduced me to my first drink and started me on this fucked-up slush.

Candy reached back and cupped my balls and immediately took my mind off of Brian.

For a while.

“That’s it, you fuckin’ whore, pull me into you,” I said, resisting the urge to set my bottle on her back. I don’t normally go for that whore stuff, but apparently Candy can’t do without it. Setting the bottle on her back…yeah, I could get into that were it not for the chance it could spill. I might be a cheap date, but this shit was precious after the day I had.

I took another swig as Candy came on my dick.

Yeah, sometimes the fucked up slush world wasn’t so bad, after all.

I woke with a sharp pain in my left cheek.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

It was Candy. Candy’s well-manicured finger, to be exact. I pulled away and she kept with me, poking that finger in my skin like it was meant to be there.

“Damn, woman,” I said. “What’re you doing?”

“You didn’t cum,” Candy said. There was a resolute sternness to her voice and lowered brows.

“Wha?” For a second I couldn’t put together what the hell she was talking about, when it hit me. Well, that, and the fact that she held up my used condom with her other hand.

“I checked.”

“Well, good for you,” I said. I was being smart. I get that way with a sharp finger in my cheek and a sour stomach. I needed a drink.

“That doesn’t happen,” Candy said.

She meant it.

I was at the point of thinking what the fuck this crazy woman might do to me now. I tried to create a little more space and got up on an elbow. I winced and took her accusing finger in my hand and put it to my lips.

“That happens with me sometimes,” I said. Her finger tasted like her pussy, and I wasn’t complaining. It took my mind off my stomach for a second. “Nothing you did. I’m okay with it, really.”

“Not with me, it doesn’t,” Candy said. “And it isn’t okay, either.”

She threw the condom to the side and flung off the covers that were partially hiding her body. Yeah, even in the dim light, she cast an impressive figure. She was tight. Muscles lightly accenting her fleshy swells. God, I could even smell her now. She had been working herself while I was asleep.

Before I could say a thing, Candy pushed my face to the side and slid over my upper chest. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. She let my head go only to grab it forcefully in both her hands. She then slid her supreme wetness directly over my lips and pulled my head into her.

“Now,” Candy said, using one of her hands to reach behind her to grab my cock. Hard.

“Mmmffhh!” I said, struggling. Well, maybe not struggling. And maybe not exactly saying. I couldn’t pronounce words any better than if I had been punched in the lips for an hour by Mike Tyson. Only this was sooo much better.

Candy got off on that. Just the thought of me struggling, that was what did it for her. I could see it in the gleam in her eyes, feel it in the pressure on my mouth as she pulled me in closer and squeezed her legs.

I found my fingers completely useless. Along with my arms, my legs, my brain. They were all under her ministrations, and I was a willing patient. Stomach? I didn’t even know I had a stomach at that point. My cock was active, though. She had so expertly cupped its length and was stroking it…the only thing I could see was everything she was doing to it.

“Now,” Candy said, deadly serious. “I don’t get off until you do. Am I understood?”

I didn’t know who the hell this was. Not the slightest fucking clue. Earlier, she was everything willing and submissive and…hell, even a pleading victim for me to fuck her senseless.

But that woman was not here now. She wasn’t even in the same country.

And…

I didn’t exactly hate that. At that moment, I think I would have paid good money to keep her out.

I stopped thinking after that. Candy ground herself expertly into my mouth, over my nose and then back again—all the while never releasing my cock or breaking her stroking or pressure.

I couldn’t think even if I had wanted. I came—fuck did I cum! And there’s never any thinking when that happens.

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Exiled for love, Ragini will find it in her new home. But…

The mélange of smells from within my shop wafted out to greet me when I opened the door. I breathed deep letting the damp smell of the city streets–a wet mixture of rain, exhaust and humanity–be washed away. As always the comforting scents of my shop reminded me of my home, my so far away home of Sikar. Specifically my Nani’s house, when the summer rains were heaviest and we would spend the day inside talking about her childhood and relatives so long ago passed away. Family that lived now only in her memories.

Turning on my small electric kettle, I let water heat for Assam tea. Then I turned on some soft music. It drowned out the sounds of the morning coming awake outside, and helped to add to the feeling of being back in India. That was the only thing about my shop I don’t care for, the sounds of passing traffic. At times it is intrusive.

Taking out two bowls from the heavily decorated cupboard, I looked at the brown paste under the plastic wrap. The work of a few hours it was a smooth greenish brown, and when I peeled back the plastic the wet herbal “hay scent” of my henna paste flooded me with even more memories.

Sadly, I was having a lot of those this morning.

Memoires of my older sister, the day before her wedding, her sitting with our mother and our nani, each woman working an arm. The intense concentration on my mother’s face as she tried to do half as well as the shaky brown-stained hands of her mother. A mehndi artist of legendary skill was my nani. Gathered around them like multiple colorful birds were my cousins and sisters, watching the two family matrons applying a traditional bridal design as eagerly as myself. More so, since some of them were closer to marriage age than I had been. I had simply enjoyed seeing the designs appearing on my sister Belindi’s hands and feet.

With practiced hands, I filled my henna cones; hands at work while my thoughts wandered down lost roads. Back to the times before … before …. Pushing those dark thoughts back into the shadows, I listened to the music. Sonam Kapoor’s silky voice making me smile and blink away a stray tear.

Outside, I heard a car pull up and the motor goes silent. With a momentary clinch of hands that wanted to shake and a deep breath to calm nerves, I tried to prepare myself for this day. Mentally. Why, oh why had I agreed to do this? And how was I going to make it through without giving myself away?

The smiling face on the other side of the glass door was my answer to those questions. For that smile, I would do anything.

Anything.

Going to the door, I put on a happy smile to match hers. Not that I was feeling it.

“Morning, Ragini! I brought beignets.” Madeline spun into the room in her normal whirlwind. “I figured the ones waiting could do with something to snack on.”

The smell of fried dough tried to fight against the scents of my shop but incense, herbs, fragrant oils, spices and henna paste are tough opponents. France versus India, a history recreated in scent. I hid a chuckle at that thought as Madeline rambled on.

“Tasha said she would be here by 9:00. Jen said it will be noon before she can make it, and Angela should be here soon.” She sat the white box of pastry down, looked around my shop at the various things that must be so foreign to her and so homelike to me. “I love the changes you’ve made.”

“Thanks.” I looked her up and down. “Nervous?”

“Ah, yes. Extremely.” Madeline shook her head. “How could I have ever let Jim talk me into this madness?”

“Look on the bright side, a Nude Day wedding means you’re saving a fortune in tuxes and gowns.” I let my eyes drop to her feet and slowly back up to her eyes.

“Oh, god! I want to blush to my toes every time I even think about it.” She blushed just to prove that point.

I giggled at her even as I felt my heart flutter and my palms dampen at the imagined image she was going to present, both at her wedding and here in my shop in a few minutes.

“So this will really take all day?” she asked, putting her purse down on my counter. “All day?”

“Every bit of it.” I gave her an apologetic shrug. “The longer the paste stays on, undisturbed, the darker the final images will become.”

Her shoulders slumped a little. “Well, what’s one more day naked this week? Okay, I guess we can get started on me then. Um … do I need to be naked at first?”

“Might as well be.” Oh, how hard it was to hide my eagerness to see her naked behind a bored professionalism. “I don’t want to damage anything later trying to get your clothes off.”

She sighed. “Okay … um, bathroom?”

Smiling at her modesty, I pointed towards the back of the shop. While she bustled off, I finished the last of my henna paste applicator cones. Laying them out, one by one, on a glass topped tray that would not stain. A dozen wooden skewers and some large Q-tips, I use for blended shading, I placed close by. Then I sat waiting for Madeline to find her courage and come back out. Not that I’m at all sure I would be any better if it was me who had to appear before her naked. In a situation like this. But then I’ll never be in a situation like this. Never. Never, ever. Never ever the nervous bride ….

A tap at the glass front door startled me. Angela was there, waving a Starbucks cup teasingly at me. I unlocked the door and let her in.

“Morning, lovely. I hoped I would get here first. Here you go.” She handed me the brown-sleeved cup.

Smiling, I took the coffee and inwardly sighed for my tea. “Your about ten minutes late then. Don’t worry it won’t take me too long.”

“Right. The blushing bride is going to be the tough one, right? She gets all the heavy henna. We silly bridesmaids get the decorative nipple hiding stuff.” Angela looked over my shop for a moment. “Let me guess, she went into the bathroom?”

I nodded, sharing a smile with the freckled redhead. She rolled her eyes.

“Maddy! Get your pale, pasty-looking body out here!” Angela walked to the bathroom door and tapped on it with one of her heavy rings hard enough to make me wince. “Some of us are not getting married this week.”

I giggled at the scared squeak from the other side of the door. When it opened, and Madeline gave Angela a nasty look, I couldn’t hide my smile. With her shirt covering her breasts and half-hiding her sex from my view, Madeline started to walk to the padded stool I was pointing too, then raced back into the bathroom when there was another tap on the glass front door.

Tasha was earlier than nine.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

If my afterlife was not already destined to be spent in Yama’s realm then the next few hours would have sent me there. Oh, it was with such hidden delight that I was soon the only woman in my shop with clothing on.

It took the combined efforts of Angela, Tasha, and myself to talk our reluctant friend out the shop’s bathroom.

I had to keep my eyes and mind on what I was doing once I started to lay down the patterns of henna. But my eyes would drift to the dark patch of hair she was trying to hide with the hand I was not working on. I looked over the top of my glasses, meeting her eyes and then glanced down. I gave her a look that was sympathetic and not at the same time. She took a deep breath and moved the hand out the way. My head down she could not see my dark eyes looking past my working hands to her bare belly, following the curves of her thighs inward to the unhidden mound and its haute couture tuft of hair I wanted to rub my face against. younglesbiansluts.com Oh, the wicked thoughts that rolled through my head as I held her hand and laid down arch after arch, dot after dot. I placed darker lines, heavy with the wet henna paste then cross-hatched a very traditional pattern down her wrist. I knew I wanted to do a slanted line across her palm with the fingertips covered and the ring finger all but blank so her ring will show more brightly.

That so hated ring.

When her left hand was finished I sat back, taking in the whole of her body. Madeline was looking at her hand in delight.

“And the whole of me is going to be like this?”

“Not so heavy, but yes.” I reached out and ran my hand along her shoulder. I hid how much I enjoyed the soft touch from my face. “Here I will place a design that will be more flowery, not so dense.”

“Can you cover my breasts this heavily, so they are not so–“

“Oh, for the sake of Christ on a crutch, Madeline! This is a nude wedding!” Angela walked over from the shelf of scented incense cones she was sniffing and stood before the bride to be. I had a delightful cross view of four breasts. One capped with pale pink cones, and freckles, the other … Madeline’s … a dark wine splash colored nipple. I looked at her breasts and wanted to taste those sultry tips and see if they indeed tasted like wine. “Prude. Get out the way and I’ll let Ragini work on me for a bit. You need to remember, that the people in this room, have no great desire to even see your naked ass, and the only people that will see it at the wedding will have already seen it.”

“Don’t touch the paste or anything with that hand. It will ruin the design.” I warned Madeline as she moved because Angelina all but bullied her out the seat. At her understanding nod, I looked at the woman now in front of me. The body differences were obvious. Angela was slightly heavier, with larger breasts to be sure and her skin was intensely freckled. I flinched back a bit as her arms went wide.

“Make me more beautiful than her …” She gave her chest a shake and her breasts rocked making my mouth salivate. “… so maybe one of those naked groomsmen will take an interest in me and want an after-wedding-reception, interview.”

“Interview?” asked Tasha, sitting behind my register with her dark hand white with beignets’ powdered sugar. “Never heard a one night stand called that before.”

Angela gave her a wink and a grin. “I don’t do one-night stand, I give interviews. I can’t help it if I’ve not found anyone worth a call back yet.”

I joined in with the laughter but was at the same time trying to think up a reply if I was asked about my love life. I had to dodge their questions so often that it as growing to be a reflex. And of course, I had hardly begun to work on Angela’s arm when she looked at my eyes over my glasses and began to ask just such a question.

“So, Ragini … when will we get to see you with some Indian, Prince Charming?” She grinned at my rolled eyes. “I keep expecting one to come riding in on a flying carpet any day now and–“

A tap on the glass front door stopped the question before I could not answer it. Madeline squeaked and dove behind a gold and red dressing screen she had been lurking near. My hands full of henna cone and redhead, I gestured Tasha towards it when I saw it was Jennifer, making a face through the glass at us.

“He would be on an elephant, not a carpet,” said Tasha, as she got to the door. “Hey, Jen. Come on in and get naked, it’s all the rage.”

“Oh, goody. I love naked!” With zero hesitancy Jennifer began to come out her clothes. When her shirt and pants were in a pile she struck the Venus pudica pose. “Wherever is my modesty? I declare, I’m such a naughty minx. What would my dear saintly mother think?”

“Ah, let me think.” Angela placed a finger in front of her lips. “That her daughter had grown up just like her hippy mother?”

There was a general round of laughter that I didn’t quite understand, but joined in none the less. The cultural references, here in my adopted home, at times, pass me by. I try my best but I feel so often like the odd girl out, and I hate that feeling. It makes me always so aware that I am the odd girl. So odd that my mother no longer will acknowledge me. My own family disowned me, the Bandi of Sikar, which now tell people I was never really their daughter. That ….

“Ragini? Are you okay?”

Looking up at Jen, I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. “Just lost in thought. Let me get back to work, I’ll be fine.”

Ignoring the exchange of concerned looks passing among the nude women in my shop, I let my mind focus on patterns. Each had a meaning. Squares, to heal and protect. Lotus blossoms, to awaken the soul. As I work my memories drift back to those wonderful days when my older sisters were married. The gathering women, the happy days of plenty and love. When I was ….

“So, Ragini. This is what they call a Mehndi Rat?”

My jaw dropped open when I looked up at Jen. She was standing in front of Madeline, looking over her bare shoulder at me, waiting for her answer. I could see a twinkle in her eye for having surprised me.

“Yes. In a way, I guess it is,” I said.

“A what rat?” asked Angela. I started to answer her, but Jen beat me to it.

“I Googled it last night. The night before the wedding all the women gather to apply henna to the bride and to each other. They bring food, and listen to music and tell the bride what to expect in her marriage.”

“Hourly demands for sex and farting. Lots and lots of farting,” Angela quirky voice chimed in. Amid the laughter, I popped Angela’s hand when she started to move it. She looked down and grimaced. “Sorry.”

Feeling a sudden invasion of personal space, I looked sideways to find my face inches from Jen’s. I could not help but follow the line of her neck down to the small, dark-tipped breasts with the silver piercings through her nipples that made my own nipples hurt just looking at them.

“Can you show me how to do that?” she asked.

So many memories. Sitting in front of my nani, her old hands guiding mine as I lay down simple designs on my own left arm. Her voice roughened with time and the illness in the throat that took her from me. Rough, but kind with her youngest granddaughter. Gentle chiding when I took an easier pattern than the one she was hoping I would do.

“It takes time to get it perfect, but yes,” I smiled to match her smile. “I can show you how to start.”

“Good. Maybe … I can help with the easier designs?” The hope in her voice was a match for my own childhood memories. When I had pleaded with my mom and Nani to let me help them apply my sister’s bridal designs.

“Tasha, if you will sit here next to Angela.” I picked up a henna cone and held it out to Jennifer. “I want you to do a checkerboard pattern on her arms. Just squares. Then fill them with dots. Like this.”

Moving my cone to Angela’s arm I applied a little pressure and a line draped out to lie on her freckled skin. Then I put another, an inch away and then another next to that. Turning my wrist, I then crossed those lines making the checker pattern. Four dots. Four dots.

“Got it?” I asked.

Jen nodded and then with nervous hands began to try and copy what I had done. Her first line was too thick and I told her to be gentler squeezing the cone. The next one was better. And the next better still.

Going back to work on Angela, I smiled. The joy on Jen’s face was infectious.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Around me, the other woman were now sitting and talking. Naked. Their bodies were covered with designs that, while pleasing to them, they did not know the meaning of. Longevity, love, peace, and luck. Enlightenment, healing, fertility and grace. A dozen simple things with such meaning … to me at least. Flowers, stars, animals, names, and symbols. All that I could pull from my memories.

Before me now was Madeline.

The small, intricate work on her hands was done. The bridal gift is given, even if she didn’t know the full significance. For weeks after the wedding, the design would remain. The less work she does the long they will stay beautiful. But now I was no longer concerned with hands. Not even hers.

I was kneeling on a pillow, my eyes on a level with the dark hair, my hand resting so very close to what I wanted to touch in much more an intimate way. I was placing small arches upon her left thigh completing a flower pattern that I was going to be mirroring on the other side soon. Madeline was blushing furiously that a friend of hers … had to be … so close to her most secret place. So close that I could breathe deep and even smell her, smell her sex. A sweet odor, so heavenly to me that I had given up on the life I had known, given up on all the shall not do’s I had been taught as a child, simply to luxuriate in. And here it was. Madeline, the first friend I had ever had in this country that I now called home.

The woman I had fallen for so quickly, thanks to her kindness.

I could not take my eyes from her perfectly shaved thick turf of hair. I wanted so badly to do here and now what I had done only once before in my life. To touch my mouth to another woman’s neither lips. To taste the wetness upon them and then to touch my tongue to it, not with the hesitancy of that first time but with a glutton’s desire. I even leaned in a bit closer as if I was concentrating on my designs.

“I’m so sorry,” said Madeline, softly. Barely a whisper so low only I would hear it.

Startled, I look up from staring at her sex out the corner of my eye.

“For what?” I asked back just as softly.

“That you have to be, well, that close to me … down there.” She gave me an apologetic look. “I don’t even like it when I get a bikini waxing and that’s a stranger seeing me.”

I smiled at Madeline. Then looking into her eyes and shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m not disturbed by it. It’s simply a part of my friend.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a part I normally share with the world.”

Going back to my henna, I shrugged. “My own culture doesn’t put our bodies on display naked in public either, but at home, among friends–certainly when they are all of the same genders–it’s not considered a big issue. Or an issue at all.” I casually ran a finger down the outside of her thigh, putting pressure on where I wanted her to turn to allow me to work. “I saw most of the women in my family naked before I was in my teens. Often. Within the home, there is a very carefreeness about nudity. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful, Madeline. Jim is going to be very happy to wake up next to you every morning.”

I know I certainly would. I so badly wanted to add that. It felt like a cold sliver of ice in my throat that lodged there when those words wanted to form. Blocking emotion, secrets, and hidden desires all in one. With a sigh that I hid in a deep breath, I moved to her other thigh. The dark brown lines flowed like magic from the end of the henna cone now. I could have laid down the most intricate patterns with no effort; my hand was now so attuned to what I was doing. It had been years since I had done this much henna in one day. Not since the last Hindu wedding, I helped with. A month before I was made to leave my home. Cast out in shame. Tossed like trash into the streets.

Proof of that, my hand began to cramp. Setting down the cone, I massaged my fingers.

“Ragini, take a break. You’ve been working for hours.” Jen left the others and came over to me. “Or at least let me finish this while you direct.”

Sitting back, I handed the cone to Jennifer. She had managed to do some very decent work. Simple patterns true, but decent.

“Just draw even loops.” I watched her hand do quickly an arch of loops over the line I had begun. When she looked at me, I nodded. “Alright, now put some pressure on the cone and put dots–that’s right space them every other loop–but draw them upward. Yes, like that.” Reaching over, I guided her hand down Melinda’s thigh. I then pointed to the design on the other leg. Jennifer understood and began to copy the other side. “Thicken that line more.”

Sitting back, I watch Jen working; a smile graced my lips that she had picked this art up this fast. She had a hand for it, and apparently a love of it.

My eyes slid onto Madeline. Taking her in, the glorious nude skin now draped lace-like in my art.

“Hey, Ragini. How about if we order pizza? You’ll have to pay the driver when he shows up of course.” Tasha laughed.

“Unless we all want to give the driver one hell of a tip!” Angela gave her bare ass a wiggle on the stool she was sitting on. Her face plastered with a lewd grin and her eyes a twinkle. “What’d you say, girls? Shall we give the pizza boy a night he’ll never forget?”

Before I could speak Jennifer piped up. “How do you plan to do that and not mess up the henna? Even yours isn’t fully dry yet.” Then Jen gave up a grin herself. “And what’s to say that the pizza will be delivered by a guy? What if it’s a girl? Or are you willing to give her a good time for a tip too?”

“Ah, not just no, but oh hell no! There is too much delicious cock out there, yet to be sampled, for me to fall back on fingers and dildos. Besides,” Angela placed a henna cover hand over her lower belly, “It would take me forever to get the lipstick out my pubes.”

“EEWW!”

As the other ladies in the room joined in the seemingly universal opinion I got to my feet, looked at my henna stained gloves. Careful not to touch half-dried paste to skin, I shed them and left them in the trash by my counter.

“Ragini?”

“Hum?” Looking to Madeline, I keep my face neutral. “Just taking a bathroom break while Jen finishes your leg.” Looking down at Jen, I nodded “You’re doing great. Keep it up, I’ll be right back.”

I knew eyes followed me. It was not an uncommon feeling. And as it goes, it’s better than having no one be willing to look at you. That had felt far worse. Those few steps to my restroom, under the eyes of my friends, were nothing compared to the long walk down a muddy road with no one acknowledging me. Not willing to even look me in the eye.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

Henna dries slowly.

Naked women, talking about anything that came to mind, filled my shop with laughter as often as not. The heavy smell of my art, that wet hay scent, even overpowered the smell of pizza. As the only woman with clothes on I felt as odd and out of place as I normally do, but this was different. Dream like even. Surrealist moments of embarrassment and pleasure interweaved within me. I wanted them to stay forever letting me enjoy seeing their bodies in such relaxed a moment. Soon even Madeline relaxed with being naked. Her prudery forgotten once the henna hid part of her skin so completely under the many intricate designs. She could not see that it more accented her curves, accentuated her beauty than hid anything. Maddy also did not know what to look for in the designs, the symbols. If my friend could read the Devanagari letters of my childhood she would see so many words now covered her body, hidden as simple designs. Words like love, passion, lust, and desire.

My words.

The words I dared not speak to her, even when the desire to do so ripped at my body like knives. Madeline with her lovely eyes, her beautiful smile and the body I so desired to feel next to mine in the night. To awaken next to in the morning. To make respond to my touch.

“Ragini!”

Hearing my name, I looked up. “Yes?”

“Off in some Hindu dream land?” asked Tasha. “I called your name three times.”

“Sorry? Do you need something?”

“Some of my henna flaked off when I moved.” She had an apologetic look to her, like she had stolen a sip of my soda. “Do we need to fix it?”

Getting up, settling my long kurti blouse to where it should be, I moved over to take a look at the designs. Where I had placed a flower upon the palm of her hand and inner wrist–taking advantage of the lighter skin there to make the larger design more flamboyant–some of my lines had dried and had begun to flake away. The skin under was now stained a burnt orange. As it should be.

“Oh, well it’s ruined.” I shook my head and sighed dramatically. “We will have to start over.”

Tasha’s dark eyes, under that headful of long, braided, pink hair went wide as her jaw dropped, and then she saw the twinkle in my eyes. Her pink painted lips pursed and her eyes narrowed making her wide nose wrinkle. She picked up a bamboo backscratcher from beside her.

“I am going to beat you so hard you will have bruises to wear for the wedding.”

Laughing, I dodged around my shop for a moment with the naked African-skinned woman chasing me, Tasha’s braids flying in a pink storm of whips and several other naked women laughed delightfully. It was a wonderful feeling. Like my childhood re-remembered. The time before the odd feelings took me to dark places. Dark times.

“Hey.” Madeline Sudden voice stopped bother of us. “That’s true, I didn’t think of that. Ragini, who will do your henna?” She looked to Jen, then asked “Can you do it?”

Jen started to nod even as I smiled and shook my head.

“I’ve already done mine.” Pulling my kurti to the side, I showed them the designs on the tops of my breasts that I had done in reverse using a mirror. “I’ve worked on it for the last few days. Except for my hands.” I shrugged. “I left them till I was sure all of yours were done. I’ll finish that here in a bit. “

“Can I do your hands?” asked Jennifer, eagerly.

I grinned at her. “Yes, you may. But … be careful, henna is addictive.”

Jen grinned.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Their artwork dried, the other women left. With many a thank you and comments about how lovely my work was and how they could not wait to see the shocked faces at the wedding tomorrow afternoon. I gave them instructions about how to use coconut oil to darken the stain and to protect it from water. They fluttered out of my shop like a cluster of butterflies, similar no doubt to the ones in Madeline’s stomach as she went to spend her last night as a single woman.

Jennifer was still here and, despite her henna being dry, she had decided to stay naked. As I cleaned up she sat watching me. Her eyes following me around my shop.

“You don’t want to go to the wedding, do you?”

Looking back at her startled, I shook my head. “Of course, I want to go. Why wouldn’t I?”

She gave me a look. “Well, I know if I was in love with someone I wouldn’t want to see them marrying someone else.”

“What? I hardly know Jim. I’m in no way in love with Madeline’s fiancé!”

Jen smiled and shook her head. “Not who I meant and you know it. Maddy.” Her lips quirked into a self-deprecating smirk . “Not that I’m immune to her beauty myself, but Madeline makes everyone fall in love with her. Most innocent people do that to us … that are less than innocent.”

My heart in my mouth, my pulse pushing it there thump by thump, I clenched my hands on the minor hope I felt surge through me. “I don’t know what you mean. I care for Madeline, but she’s a girl … a woman, like myself. We can’t have anything beyond friendship.”

Jen’s answer was a short chuckle. “Well, as you wish, Ragi. Let’s get started on your hands. Shall we?”

Ragi?

Moving to the seat that so many naked bottoms had graced today I eased into the chair, glad for once that I was clothed in the presence of another woman. In fact that Jen was naked made me uncomfortable, a strange sensation. As if her nudity and my clothes made us reversed in control. When she took my hand and began to wipe down my skin, I simply sat. Too stunned by what she had said to react. Mentally ambushed? Yes, a mental ambush from out of nowhere. Her question hitting when I was in a comfortable place, driving to the heart of me. To the place where secrets are kept.

Then she began to work on my hand.

Oh, the memories that came flooding back to me at that time. How long had it been since another woman held my hands and applied henna to me? How many long years where I drifted alone in a place so far away from those memories. Lost alone. Jennifer had managed only a few simple lines when the full weight of it all hit me. Hit me as sudden as her questions had. Madeline’s marriage, my loneliness, the banishment from my family, even this simple act bringing me back to the place I so longed for. All of it was too much.

A wet tear fell upon my hand, splashing over the fresh line. Wet henna paste ran down in a trail around my thumb.

My face was lifted up and Jennifer’s eyes were on mine, hers sparkling with a shared glitter of sorrow.

“I know,” she said.

And with that, the emotional dams broke. Jen pulled me to her and I was enwrapped around her, my hands filled with warm bare skin. I cried. I cried as years of need poured through me, and she accepted all of it. Took it from me in a way that I had not felt in my life since my Nani had last held me. But this was not the comfort of a kinswoman; no this was a woman that knew what I was and didn’t draw back as the women of my family had.

I held her. I could not have turned loose of her, not till I was empty of emotion and my eyes were as swollen as they had ever felt. Not even in the days after I had been cast out was I this emotional devastated. Then I had been in shock, my life was stolen, and the wounds fresh. Not the bone-deep hurt of loss like I felt now but the rawness of a fresh cut.

“I know. I know.”

That was all Jen said, and all was that she had to say as I cried myself out.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Jennifer used my keys to open the door of my apartment. The henna on my hands was still too wet to let me touch things. Holding them away from me, as if I was burned and afraid to touch anything lets it hurt, I let her take my life in her hands. She placed my purse on the counter, hers next to it, closed the door behind us and took my arm. I smiled when she guided me to my own couch as if I was an invalid. Jen grinned at me, recognizing the same thing.

“How do they do this in India? All the women of the household with wet henna hands! What if someone has to go pee? Who wipes?”

I laughed. “We use water to clean, not paper and then a sponge or towel to dry ourselves.”

“That still doesn’t answer who wipes.”

Smiling, I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. A silence fell when I did answer and looking at Jen I could see she was willing to sit all night waiting for an answer. I decided to break it by asking a question of my own.

“How did you know about me?”

Jen shrugged. “Do you have bottled water?” At my nod, she went to the kitchen and brought back two. I eyed the one she sat next to me and then held up my hands. She just gave me a quirky smile while taking a sip. “I’ll help with that. Well, I have been watching you since we met. I do that with everyone around me. My mom taught me to do that. I know that you love Madeline from the way you look at her. I know that you love women from the way you react when it comes up. Like this afternoon. I tossed that out to Angela almost to get that response you gave. But I was also watching the other ladies to see how they reacted. I think Tasha has been with women before as well. She gets this little quirky smile whenever it comes up. That I’ve got a secret kind of smile.”

“Really?” The idea of that lovely woman with another woman was arousing. My mind instantly began to wonder if that other woman had been as dark skinned as Tasha? I could picture such sugar-brown skin brushing against equally dark flesh. But of course, when I thought of it, I knew I wanted it to be my skin.

“Um, huh. Yep. Just look at her whenever women-on-women gets mentioned.” Jen gave me a sad smile. “I hate to burst your bubble, though. I’m afraid I think Madeline is a bit of a homophobe, just based on what I’ve seen.

“Well, I know she is a bit of a prude but …”

“No, it goes beyond that. I could hardly believe when she told me she was having a nude wedding. This is Jim’s idea and I promise he pushed her into it. I worry about her, really. She is too easily pushed into such thing by that man. She gave him control of herself almost from their second date. I don’t have high hopes.”

All I could do was shrug. I had met Jim only twice and was not thrilled with the man obviously due to the feeling I have for Madeline. I had noticed him do things like ordering her drink and dinner without questioning what she might like. Now in a long time couple, he might have clues what she would like, but they had only been together for eight months.

“I worry about her. Not her marriage.”

Admitting that was tough.

Jen nodded. “Yeah. But she will not listen. She wants to be married and have the white picket fence and the two point, three children. Maddy wants that bad enough to let herself be shackled. Eagerly be shackled.” Jen took my water bottle, opened the top and held it up before my face. At my nod, she brought it to my lips. “Don’t let me soak you.”

The cold water flowed past my lips and at my minor nod she tipped the bottle back. “Madeline wasn’t like this in college. She was the one who took the lead. She was the planner.”

“Yes! And then her mom started putting pressure on her for grandchildren. I was there and heard some of those conversations. You would have thought that Maddy was in her late thirties, not her mid-twenties. Her mom was terribly pushy. Every guy she knew had to be dated.”

Sitting back I nodded remembering that time myself. My take on it was a bit different; to me, it was a time when my friend was suddenly not available when I called. Not to go anywhere or do anything together. Madeline always had a date. It was also when her mother began to not give my messages to her daughter.

“I remember,” I said.

Jen nodded. “Tomorrow will be her mother’s victory.” She held up her henna-covered hand, the stain still an orange, but darkening. “I’m part of it. All I can hope is that the whole Nude Day Wedding, Jim wants, will be a good slap in that woman’s face that her daughter is now being led by the nose.”

“Why is he doing this? Do you know him well enough?”

Jen sat back and snuggled up into my couch cushions, sighed, then nodded. “Oh, yeah. See Jim’s an ass. Complete and total. Like us both, he sees Madeline as beautiful. Now we see the inside part of her, but I don’t think he sees beyond her body. Tomorrow, to all his friends, he is going to show off that body and braggingly wave his own dick, all at the same time. Here’s the woman I have gotten, and you won’t ever see better in your bed.” Jen looked down and shook her head. “I would weep if I could but find the tears.”

In the silence that followed, I could find a few tears for my friend Madeline. But, I think I wept them for myself.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

My henna was dry. The midnight hour had passed and still Jen and I sat in my living room talking. So many secrets I had held tight to my breasts I willingly gave to her. She held out her hands and took them without judgment. Then she gave me back secrets of her own.

Jen was bisexual. Had been since she was in early high school. She hides that she likes women because the women she has called her friends were not the type to accept that side of herself. To keep friends, Jen became only half of herself. Allowed only half to be seen.

Jen wanted Madeline herself, but she admitted it was pure lust on her part. Not love.

Jen had a crush on me!

My eyebrows rose to my hairline and she giggled herself into a fit when she told me that and saw my reaction. She waved off my embarrassed stuttering. “It’s lust as well. You are one incredibly sexy woman, and so exotic it gets me hot.”

I could not find words. My own feelings for women were more a desire to taste the ultimate forbidden fruit. To offer my own self to another for such a feast as well. Did I feel true lust for other women? What I felt for Madeline was desire, deep in my bones desire. She filled my mind in every waking moment of the day. Seeing her naked today had been a dream come true to my desires. And yes I wanted to do more than simple touch Madeline, but was it lust?

And looking at Jen, knowing what she looked like under the simple outfit, did I feel any lust for Jen? Were my desires for women directed simply at the woman I had once touched, tasted–and lost my family for–and the woman I wanted but couldn’t have?

My confusion must have been plastered all over my face.

Smiling, Jen got to her feet. Closing the distance between us, she leaned in and kissed me before I knew what she was about. Her lips, far sweeter than the white wine we had been sharing, were hot, wet and gone just as suddenly.

“I should go. Big day tomorrow.” Jen ran a hand through my black hair. “Or I guess I should say today. Get some rest, huh? Naked time will be here soon enough. Happy Nude Day, right?”

She went to walk away and I caught her hand. I wanted to say things but I could not make the words form. Without them, all I could do was tug at her fingers drawing her back to me. Jen knelt down till she was looking into my eyes.

“Yes?”

“I’ve … I’ve only ever been with one woman.” The woman before me gave me a sweet smile and squeezed my hand. “A family friend. We had to share a bed one night; her family came to our home due to a big holiday. I … touched her, that night. She didn’t seem to mind. She let me explore how I wanted. I even tasted her, once. Then the morning came ….”

Jen hugged me to her, and for a second time this day I was in her arms. My mind went instantly to the differences, her lack of clothes the first time, and I needed even more. When she pulled back, I didn’t want to let her go.

“Ragini, you need to move past that event. You need to find someone and simply have some fun.” She smiled and winked at me. “And yes, if you like, I will do a lot more than simply let you explore. younglesbiansluts.com You are too nice a woman to be alone dwelling in the past and on bad things.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

Jennifer brushed my cheek, wiping away a tear. “I do.”

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I’ve never felt more nervous. My hands shook, my whole body trembled. When we walked into my bedroom my pulse jumped. And yet I was so badly wanting this to happen.

Jen turned to look at me, gave me an understanding smile.

“Come here.”

I stepped willingly into her arms and turned up my mouth to her lips. Her kiss was so very sweet. Her touch, hands caressing my back through my blouse, aroused me in a way that nothing ever had before. My memories of that forbidden night back in my parent’s home fell to nothing at the simple feeling of her lips on my neck.

“Relax.”

“I’m trying. I can’t … I don’t,” I could not even make the words form.

“Shhh. There is only need and satisfaction of it here. Pleasure asked for and pleasure given.” She grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Then she tugged at mine. “Come on, lovely. You’ve seen me naked all day, time to balance the scales.”

All my young life I ran naked. Even into my teens, I thought nothing of bathing in front of my family. In fact that casual nudity had been part of the problem that led me to this place. Seeing the beautiful women of my family and the many guests that often came to visit. Slowly, hesitantly I took hold of my kurti blouse and with a sense of unease pulled it up and over my head. Would she like how I looked? I was certainly different in body from the other ladies I had been around today. Except for Tasha, my skin was far darker than theirs. Only Angela had nipples larger than mine, and hers were nowhere near as dark. And none of the ladies had nearly as thick and dark pubic hair as me.

In fact, I wasn’t sure I was even willing to take off my pants here and now. Jennifer was clean shaven down there. I had not been that bare since I was a little girl and for her to see me with my thick bramble! Was bare what she liked? Would she be disgusted by me? Would she be ….

“Don’t stop,” Jen grinned. “Or, would you rather I did it for you? Or went first?”

I nodded, not really sure which question I was nodding to.

Jen stripped off her pants without hesitation and then her panties followed just as quickly. There was again before my eyes that smooth patch of skin, that swollen mount that makes me breathe so quickly to see. When she moved towards me I bit my bottom lip and stood still when my mind was screaming at me to flee. Her hands touching my lower belly, unbuttoning my pants, hands in places I have not felt in decades. I jumped when the button popped open. She was looking me in the eyes as the zipper purred down. I gasped when she knelt.

“Step out of your pants.”

I obeyed without question her command. More than willing to let her take control of me. I wanted that, needed her to take the decisions away and let me just be. Simply be, and enjoy what I want to happen here but can’t make myself move towards.

I sucked in a deep breath when her hands came to rest on my hips, the fingers curling into the tops of my panties. The elastic rolled then up as she slid her hands down my legs. My bare skin under her fingertips. When my pubic hair caught the cloth and she had to give it I tug I winced at her sudden gasp.

“Wow.”

And there it was, the disgust, the revilement. Her hatred of my thick dark hair, I felt my shame building second by second as she looked at me. Then, when her eyes turned up to my face, I was ready to flee my own bedroom.

“My god, that so beautiful,” said Jen her voice filled with quiet awe. Then her hand brushed through my wiry curls.

Oh, Uie Maa, light take me!

Was this what the only woman I had ever touched intimately felt when my hands had roamed her that long ago night? How could she have not enjoyed this? How could she have not taken my touch as the gift it had been meant as, how? And then Jen leaned into my body and rubbed her cheek in the thick hair, the very thing I had wanted to do to Madeline. When Jen began to kiss her way back up my belly and her mouth fastened upon my nipple I moaned.

Then her mouth, hot and wet was upon mine. Her kisses taking my breath from me, I was wet pottery to her when she tumbled us into my bed. Those lips began to teach me the ways of kissing a woman, a skill that mine did not have but that hers possessed in abundance. Oh, oh my yes, I was so eager a pupil to Jen’s mouth.

When my mouth was filled with the woman’s nipple and my tongue touched those metal barbells I was brought up sharp.

“What?”

“I don’t want to hurt you touching these,” I said my fingers moving to lightly touch the metal.

Jen’s laughter echoed around the room joyfully. She placed a simple pleasant kiss upon my lips.

“You can’t hurt my nipples. I love to have them tugged on. The piercings feel wonderful! I love them; tug them to your heart content.” Her fingers curled in my dark hair and she pulled my mouth back to her pierced nipple. With her encouraging tugs, I began to suckle, then to clamp my lips and teeth to those tender pieced of flesh, my teeth finding the piercing similar to a fork in a piece of steak. Sudden, hard and abrupt when encountered, but I quickly found them delightful to play with.

“Touch me.”

Moving my hand with no thought I ran my fingers across that valley of bare skin–feeling the hint of stubble rough against my fingertips–and then to a fold that was deliciously puffy, and so very wet. Jen smiled at my awkward exploring, then took my hand and began to guild me to what she enjoyed. Which is good, I was lost. I knew what felt good when I touch myself but when I touched there, on her, she flinched and moved from my fingers.

Then her mouth was on mine again and her hand was between my legs, Jen’s lips echoed mine as the feeling of her fingers parting me made me moan. Her hand caressing my most secret of places, the touch so different from my own fingers, brought the moisture pooling from within me. Her fingers moving with a wet sound that after moments she too began to make from my fingering.

I gasped at the abrupt removal of her hand and then she was pushing me hard into the mattress. I watched unsure of what was happening when she placed butterfly kiss on my lips, then chin, then light licks on my nipples. Teasing them even harder. When her mouth went past then and the kisses tickled my bare belly I knew what she was doing. I was unsure if I wanted her to do that. Well, at least till her teasing teeth tugged at my dark hair and her nose parted me. When her tongue pushed into my folds I could not have begged for a more delicious feeling to be done to me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was suddenly scared that she would obviously want me to do this to her, but even as I felt that moment of terror a desire to do that very thing flooded through me, taking any fear away. She was giving me pleasure in waves that shook me from my henna stained toes to my dark black hair. I felt a tingle that made me shake, I could not control the shiver in my legs but her hands gripped my thighs, stilling them. Then she placed a kiss on that thigh and then the other, little nibbling bites that made me jump. My eyes went wide at her chuckle.

“You are so sweet,” she said.

Am I? Ah, what do you say to that?

Then words were taken from me as her hand moved and two long fingers buried themselves inside me. What left my lips next could be best described as a scream. Her fingers were working within me, a twisting motion that took my passion to levels I had not known simple fingers could do.

Her tongue attacked my little bud and, with my hands full of my bed sheets, I begged her to stop but meant nothing of. And she knew that, or simply didn’t care what I wanted. Her mouth was devouring me. I felt turned inside out and … and … and

“Oh, Uie Maa!”

Again and again, I felt my body sending fiery sparks down every nerve ending. Touch them with a feeling that was feather light and aggressively brutal at the same time. I moaned, begged, screamed and with one last throaty cry I drifted into a place where the world was soft and billowy. I felt surrounded by curtains of silk, my mind disconnected from the wet limp thing that was still twitching in spasm. My mind walked through those lands of silk to golden palaces of opulent pleasure. No Raj had such glory build to them as I did to my sex. And within one palace such I opened my eyes to see Jen’s face before mine. A self-satisfying smile on her wet lips.

“Was it that good, Ragi? You took a little nap on me.”

“I–” there were no more words hidden behind that simple letter. Joyfully weeping, I wrapped her into my arms and she chuckled at my laughing tears.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I had never believed I would awaken curled in a woman’s arms, naked. Nor that I would be awakened by that woman kissing me.

Blinking, I looked at Jen and smiled to match her smile.

“Suprabhaat,” she said grinning.

“And good morning to you too.” I did my best not to wince at her terrible pronunciation. “What time is … oh, we need to get going!”

Her hand cupped my left breast, teasing the nipple. “Yes, alas, my lovely. But I have to ask you something before we go.” Jen bit her bottom lip.

“Yes?”

“Was this a once and done?” The longing in her voice for it not to be was clear. In that tone, I sensed the same lonely desire for a forbidden love that I had felt for most of my life.

My answer was to kiss her.

I could smell myself upon another woman’s lips. Oh, the very naughtiness of that set my body to humming. Glancing over her bare shoulder at the clock, I decided we still had a little time to spare. And there was still a thing I wanted, that we had both been too tired to try last night. With a smile, I eased her back onto my bed and began to kiss my way across her body the same way she had done to me the night before. My eyes stayed with hers and I saw her grinning at me that I wanted to do this for her.

When my lips brushed the rough stubble, I paused and placed a deep kiss into the softness of that wonderful pillow of flesh. She put her hand on my head, fingers tightening in my hair when I let my lips drift down.

My mouth was on another woman’s sex. My lips were touching her in the most intimate place. Then, at her urging, I pressed my mouth into that welcoming valley. My first taste of her was a drink of musky wine, a flavor never before encountered but bringing me delight in that first sample. Then, when my tongue dove between prickly lips and found the source of that flavor, it flooded my mouth. Like a cat licking cream, I settled in to drink from this beautiful woman.

“Mmm.”

Jen’s fingers in my hair was a tightness that was delightful. A pulling that did not hurt but instead gave me a feeling of guidance. She was in control even though I was the one who initiated this. That feeling comforted me, given that I was taking steps I had never dreamed I would dance.

With slow gentle licks and a ravenous aggression, I varied everything I was doing. With no real clue but plenty of enthusiasm, I tried to copy what Jen had done to me last night. Her moans were encouraging, but I couldn’t help but wonder if they were real. There could be no way I was as experienced as she had been, not on my first try. Then, as if that very thought made matters worse, I began to doubt that I was doing anything down here right. Oh, but how naughty this was!

“Ragi?”

I looked up.

“Relax,” Jen smiled at me. “I promise that feels wonder.”

With a smile that must have been silly looking, I nodded, tried to relax and went back to licking her. Then I remembered how wonderful her fingers had felt inside me. I moved my hand and let a single finger slide into the wet, gripping, heated tightness of this woman. Her fingers in my hair gripped me pushing my mouth deeper. I twisted that finger ludely exploring her.

“Use two, maybe three. Oh, Ragi that feels … oh, damn yes.”

Letting her call what I was doing to her, I slipped that second finger into her. My tongue teased her silky nub, lapping at the bundle of nerves, I grinned when I heard her make a sound that I was sure was real. Sucking on her clit, I added my third finger.

Her thighs closed on my head scaring me but her hand would not let me pull away.

“Don’t stop. Please! Oh, please!”

Her begging and trembling thighs told me she was in the grip of the same pleasure that had consumed me last night. Eager to bring her all the pleasure she had given me; I took her nub back between my lips and moved my fingers inside her again.

“Yes!”

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Laying there in my sex-soaked bed of sin, my head pillowed upon Jen’s stomach with her absently brushing my hair between her fingers, I was in paradise. A delightful place I never wanted to leave. But of course ….

“We’ve got to get up and hurry or we’re going to miss Madeline’s wedding.” Jen’s caressing didn’t stop as she said this.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” I asked.

“For us? No, it wouldn’t. But for Maddy, it would be bad. Having two of her friends not be willing to come see her trying to make her life better.” Her fingers in my hair stopped. “That’s her point of view of this, that she is making her life better.”

With a sigh, I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Come on. We’ll get her married off to that twit, dance at the reception, drink too much and then go try to find our own happiness.”

“I don’t think I deserve that … sometimes.”

To confess that, even to a woman I’ve been so incredibly intimate with, was an emotional release. A bearing of a part of me that was far more kept hidden than my body under clothes.

Jen sat up, pulling me up with her.

“Ragi, no. Just no! There is no deserve or don’t deserve. There is only life and getting from it what you want.” Her henna covered hand caressed my cheek, I leaned into those fingers. “I wanted you, I got you. Does that mean I deserved this night of pleasure? No, it means I wanted it and did what I could to make it happen.”

I was thinking of that when she kissed me.

“Come on. Let’s go get naked and embarrassed in public. Angela is bringing her karaoke machine to the reception. ” She grinned at me. I giggled when she cupped her smallish breasts and gave them a shake. “I’ve got to go do my Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction impersonation.”

Smiling, I looked at those pierced nipples. “I think Tasha’s going to be doing that.”

Jen scoffs. “Just because she has the same skin tone as Janet does not mean she can have all the best singers. I am the queen of Janet Jackson karaoke. She can have Gaga.”

With her singing and me laughing we got dressed.

Jen was right, though, she really could sing.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Angela was already bigger than life and twice as loud.

Tasha seemed to want to blend into the background, let the world look past her to the more vibrant Angela.

Jen walked in with a glow around her that reeked of sexual afterglow. She grinned at questions and gave a sly smile as an answer.

Madeline was a mental, emotional, nervous train wreck in progress. It was clear she was going to die of embarrassment long before she even removed her clothes.

And me?

Well, I was … I was … I’m not sure what I was. Lost? Found? Somewhere in-between, maybe?

“Ragini, my henna looks awesome! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Suddenly finding myself in an Angela power hug, I looked to Jen who was chuckling. She motioned for me to give Angela’s plump ass a spank, but I didn’t do it.

I looked around me at the work of yesterday. My art, the effort of hand and eye. I saw the henna paste had long ago flaked off and the reddish stains had darkened to a luscious mahogany brown. Moving over to Tasha I took her hand and looked over the designs. I had spaced hers further apart to make her darker skin contrast. The dark stain had taken well and even with her chocolate skin tone the patterns showed well. She too gave me a hug. When our heads were close she whispered into my ear.

“Madeline’s a mess.”

I gave a little nod.

Moving over to the bride to be, I made a pretext of looking over the henna but I was looking over her. Her decorated hands were shaking, and she had a paleness to her skin that made my darker images stand out.

“Maddy?” When she looked up her eyes were red. “What is it?”

“I don’t know if I can do this. Why oh why did I ever agree to this? I don’t even like wearing a bikini to the beach! How can I stand naked in front of my parents, friends, strangers and a preacher? Oh, what was I thinking? Jim’s having the time of his life and I’m going to be sick.”

I was about to try and give an answer when there was a tap on the door. A male voice came through the cheap wooden partition. “Wedding time, ladies.”

Behind me, the other bridesmaids began to either finish disrobing or began putting on the simple white terry cloth robes they would wear out to where the ceremony was going to take place, in the flower garden. Glancing back I saw familiar skin appearing.

“Give us a moment, please?” I asked when they were ready and Madeline had not even begun to undress. Angela began to say something boisterous, but Tasha took her arm and led her out the room whispering to her the whole time. Jen gave me a smile, a nod and then pulled the door closed behind her.

The tears began the moment the door closed.

Hugging my best friend in the world to me, I offered the comfort of what a shoulder and a few soft words could give. I listened as she told me how she had not slept last night, how she had been sick twice this morning, how she was not feeling like a bride but like a stripper. What words of mine would help when she told me how Jim had sent her texts all morning about how much he was looking forwards to this, how happy he was, and how sexy he thought the whole “Nude Wedding” was going to be? I tried to find some helpful words, none the less.

There was another knock on the door. Another urging to join the wedding.

When Madeline began to remove her clothing I felt like a rapist to be helping her. I gave fake smiles as I helped adjust her veil, the only article of clothing she had. She quickly donned the soft, white robe. The thing cloth around her seemed to give her the courage to go face the new life she was getting herself into.

I handed her the white lily bouquet; most likely her mother’s choice. Madeline hates lilies. She looked at it, tears still hovering behind those lovely eyes.

“Maybe I can use this to hide behind?”

My gaze went to her breasts covered by terry cloth. “You will need more flowers.”

She gave a chuckle that was half sob. “Well, quick call the florist! I guess I’m ready.” She looked at me still fully dressed. “Come on Ragi, nudy girl time.”

“I’ll be right there.”

I watched her leave. Standing there, white robe in hand, I knew that was what I was really doing today. She was leaving me behind. My Maddy, my best friend in the world was going to soon be gone. The parts of her I have loved since we first met were going to be suppressed by her new life till the woman I loved was but a pale shadow. Looking down at that fistful of white bathrobe, I crunched the material in my fists but made no change to the soft cloth. Suddenly I tried to tear it, to rip it. Nothing I did made any difference, all my strength useless against the fabric. That was how everything felt at the moment.

Nothing I did would make the least change today.

The knock on the door, this time, was less pleasant. Impatient. The world wanted to see me naked.

** ** ** ** ** **

My white sandals crunched the gravel of the path underfoot as I walked through flowers. Hundreds, thousands. All bright shades and frilly leafed. Their normal growth trimmed and shaped to make them more appealing to the eyes of the viewer. Tamed, perhaps to make them more vibrant, but tamed all the same. And, there in the middle of the garden by a white gazebo, were the most beautiful flowers of all. My friends.

And the rest of the wedding party and guests. Weeds?

The full extent of my artwork was on display. Bare skin in abundance. Each bridesmaid held a cluster of flowers, also lilies, in hand. I saw that the groomsmen each had been given a small wreath of greenery. The groom, Jim, had his on his head, like a crown of Roman leaves. And he was standing like he was the very Cesar. As I approached I noticed his eyes taking in every hip and curve of the other ladies, and that hint of a smile lurking in his eyes told me something. That had been part of Jim’s idea for this, getting to see Madeline’s friends naked.

When I approached, I saw his eyes cut to me. Jim nudged the arm next to him and a grin of anticipation pass between him and his best man, Mark.

There was a white folding chair to one side and I saw the robes piled there. Moving over to it I took a deep breath and untied my white robe. When I shed the covering, I got the expected response.

“Ah, Ragi?” Tasha made a pass over her body and then pointed to me.

“Hey, what’s up?”

My eyes went to Jim and I leveled him a look of scorn. Walking past the other bridesmaids, no explanations given but a shared smile for Jen, I stopped in front of Madeline. The confused look in her eyes was pitiable. I let my eyes slide down the length of her nude body, seeing my artwork displayed on the loveliest of canvases. I saw the flush to her skin as my eyes came back up and met hers. Madeline bit her bottom lip then looked at my short dress.

“Ragini honey, you’re supposed to be naked. Remember?”

Reaching up I lifted her veil back from in front of her face, revealing those beautiful eyes, pools so deep I wanted to go swimming in them all night. I let myself take in every last freckle on her nose, every eyelash, every curve of her lips.

“I am naked. Now and forever.” Looking over at my friends I knew this might lose me all of them, well not one. Jen’s gaze met mine with assurance. She would be there to pick up the pieces of my shattered life. When I looked back at my best friend I smiled at Maddy’s confusion. Then I raised my voice so all could hear. “Madeline, I’m a lesbian. I always have been. And, I’ve always been in love with you.”

A hushed silence killed the scattering of whispers that had been drifting to us from the wedding audience. I didn’t waste a glance to see what any of them looked like. To see if their faces were full of disgust … that familiar disgust I knew from the past. I didn’t care about their opinions of me. Nor did I care any longer about the vile opinions of those that had thrown me out into the world. No, the only face I watched was the one before my eyes. I interrupted her before her parted lips found speech.

“This marriage is a bad thing for you. It will end tears.” I gave her a sad smile. “When you’re ready to see that and to leave Jim, I will be there for you.”

Her mouth sprang open when I used the two flowers in my bridesmaid’s bouquet to caress her rose-wine nipple, making it perk. Madeline’s henna patterned hand sprang to cover that breast.

Near to laughing at the look on her face, I let the twin white flowers I held fall to lay at her feet.

“I’ve never liked lilies either. And I would have never embarrassed you in public like this gaandu behind me.” My own henna covered hand brushed her cheek. “We’re a lot alike I think.”

Before she could stop me, I leaned those last few feet and placed a soft kiss, upon lips I have longed to kiss for years. It was fleeting but will remain in my mind forever. Leaving her shocked to her core and speechless, I passed the other bridesmaids. Jen caught my hand and gave it a squeeze. Tasha looked at me uncertainly. Angela … Angela had that look that I knew so well. And she, unlike Madeline, was not at a loss for words.

“Never would have taken you for a lezzy.” Angela curled her lip a bit, almost as if she smelled something rank. “Makes my skin crawl now to know how much I let you touch me, yesterday.”

Stopping in front of her I took a deep breath. Turning my head slightly, I looked her up and down. “Angela, I hate to tell you this … but that dress makes you look really fat.”

Jen’s giggling laughter followed me down the aisle as I left the wedding.

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