by X, Lexie
Lydia shrugged, took the stairs, and closed the basement door, sipping her luke-warm coffee. "College kids…"
An hour later, while she sat watching television, a knock came on the door.
She opened it with shock.
A thin, wispy blonde stood at her door - gorgeous in all the right ways. Her perfectly angled cheekbones framed soft, expressive eyes. "Gwen? I never thought I'd see you again!"
Gwen looked past her, seeing nobody else in the front hallway. "It's about the locket," she said quietly. "I tried to destroy it, but nothing seems to damage it. I even ran it over with my car."
Lydia couldn't help but stare. "Emma and I have been recovering from that thing all week. It gets in your head. I don't want it anywhere near us."
"Please? I hid it - but someone could find it any time, and then who knows what would happen? You obviously know more about the locket than I do."
Lydia looked back for a moment, up the stairs where her girlfriend was passed out. Her next glance quickly brushed across Gwen's cleavage. "I guess it couldn't hurt to talk about it…"
She went up and dressed, returning shortly.
They walked behind the house, heading into the forest paths right outside the suburb to make sure nobody would overhear them.
Gwen pulled her winter jacket close, eyeing the mix of bare trees and evergreens forming a sea of solitude around them. "It got to me."
"What'd you do?" her brunette companion asked, sincerely concerned.
She looked at the hard, chill ground for a moment before answering. "Seduced and fucked a newlywed on her wedding night."
Lydia blinked. "Wow, that's -"
"And I made her husband watch. Destroyed him, I think. Their relationship sounded like it was about to take a very dark turn."
"That's… wow. That's horrible," Lydia replied. "But I mean… we built a sex dungeon and kind of kidnapped you. That's what the locket makes you do."
"Does it?" Gwen asked, stopping and turning to face her. "Or does it just let us satisfy hidden urges? Power corrupts, right?"
They just looked at each other for a moment, thinking, misting breaths mingling in the air.
Lydia seemed like she was about to say something, but Gwen spoke first.
"Where did it come from, anyway?"
"Emma told me she found it in an old bookstore. It came with some book, all about the morality of hypnosis or something…"
"Could that tell us how to destroy it?"
"Actually… it might!"
Gwen's eyes lit up. "Can you get it, then?"
Lydia looked away. "I don't know… I still don't know exactly how Emma feels about it. We promised to talk about everything… but we haven't had the opportunity yet."
"What if she wants to keep the locket, use it again?"
Lydia kept looking away, not sure what to say.
Gwen kept glancing at her attractive face, tracing her cheeks and eyes, struggling with her own feelings.
After another half-mile's walk down the forest path, Lydia finally spoke. "Did you… sixty-nine with that woman?"
"No," she replied, biting her lip.
They stopped, both acutely aware of how alone they were. It was the middle of the day, deep in the woods, and there would be nobody about…
A moment later, they were suddenly kissing.
Warm skin and hot breath mingled, both feeling amazing against the cold.
"I've missed your taste," Gwen whispered between deep kisses.
Lydia pulled back, closing her eyes for a long moment. "I can't… I have a girlfriend…"
"But - what about all that sex in the dungeon and the shower -"
"That's different," she said, flustered. "That's something we did together."
Gwen shook, nervous. "All that in the shower, she wasn't there… our chemistry was real. That was the best sex I've ever had. I dream about that sixty-nine with you."
"It's lesbian sex," Lydia countered, stepping a foot back. "It's amazing, addictive, especially the first time. It's the same way the locket hooks people. That's all."
Heated, Gwen undid her belt and jeans button. She grabbed Lydia's hand and forced it down her pants. "You feel that? You make me wet. You're so fucking gorgeous, and you're a woman, and you turn me on. You can't wake me up to all this and then leave me out in the cold!"
Trembling, Lydia gave no immediate response. Her hand moved lightly between panties and warm, wet skin.
Gwen closed her eyes, struggling to keep from shuddering at the private touch, struggling to keep from spooking her companion.
"You turn me on, too," Lydia whispered. "That's why I chose you."
She tensed.
"That's right. It wasn't Emma's idea, it was mine. I have a thing for blondes, and I saw you at the bookstore, and I used the locket to keep redoing our conversations until I said just the right thing to get you to do what I wanted. I manipulated you into going down on me, and then, later, I used the locket to bring you to our house and put you in that cage."
Gwen listened to the entire confession in silence, her heart racing. Reviewing her own memories, she could see now how their first conversation - in the bookstore, and in that changing room - had gone perfectly. Lydia had played her expertly, bringing her down that one rare path that actually brought to her knees to lick another woman… something that, at the time, she would have never consciously considered.
Strangely, the thought of her own manipulation and domination just turned her on more. It was the flip side to what she'd just done to Grace on her wedding night…
She gripped Lydia's arm tighter, moving her hand against her heated sex. "I like it."
"What?" The brunette stared at her.
"I like what you did," she said again. "It's hot."
"…so you're not mad? You don't think I'm horrible?" Her tone belied her own tortured insecurities.
Gwen shook her head sincerely. "You're not horrible. You're beautiful."
They began kissing again, Lydia's hand now working intently down her pants. The simmering energy between them intensified, and they backed up against a tree, exchanging tongues and breath.
Gwen sighed and laid her head back against the tree as the hand against her mound grew more forceful.
Lydia kissed her taut neck, trailing down to the limits of her jacket. Just as she was about to unzip it, she stopped and stood slowly. "I can't."
They moved apart.
Heart rate slowing, her face burning from embarrassment, Gwen hastily buttoned her pants back up.
"I really love Emma," Lydia said, almost apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she replied, refastening her buckle. "I didn't really think it through. I'm not sure what I expected to happen."
Lydia looked her up and down, biting her lip hard. "It's really hard to say no to you."
They walked back out of the woods in silence.
Approaching the house, Lydia stopped on the porch. "I'll get that book and call you. I think it's important."
Disappointed and still burning with arousal, Gwen just nodded and left for her car parked two blocks away.
Sitting at the wheel, she fought a strangely powerful urge to retrieve the locket, return to that house, and make Lydia give her what she wanted.
She laid her forehead against the chilly steering wheel, unhappily torn. She wanted to do what she knew was right, but thinking about doing the wrong thing made her incredibly turned on. She curled her toes as wetness began seeping into her underwear, squirming in an attempt to escape the powerfully erotic notion that she could take anything she wanted.
When she began shaking while driving home, it became obvious she had to do something.
Retrieving the locket from its hiding place, she returned to her car, driving at random down increasingly unfamiliar streets. Pressing her legs together to resist her growing urges, she tried to come up with some place she could go or something she could do that might release the tension.
This would be the
last time using the locket, she promised herself. She just had to make it until Lydia got that book and they figured out some way to destroy it…
She found herself pulling into, of all places, a supermarket.
Walking along the back of the store, she peered down each aisle, seeking something that might satisfy her fix. Random men and women populated the rows, but none suited her - until she came upon the beer aisle, where a young redhead stood, contemplating which brand to buy.
Gwen approached her on the sly, checking her out. The girl had to be just about legal drinking age. Her skin looked very soft, and her cleavage - framed by a tight green shirt - was immediately eye-catching. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, and Gwen immediately imagined the girl's face between her legs.
There was no more fighting her urges. She gripped the locket in her left jacket pocket and approached the girl. "Hey."
The redhead turned around with a smile, but her face immediately went blank as she fell into a trance.
Looking up and down the aisle to ensure a moment's privacy, Gwen leaned in close and whispered. "When you come out of this trance, I want you to lick me to orgasm." Heart pounding, she let go of the locket, too desperate to ask any further questions.
The girl blinked. Her green eyes matched her shirt, and those eyes expressed a slight confusion.
Gwen took her by the shoulders, laid her down on the floor, unzipped and dropped her own pants quickly - and sat on her face.
Whatever the girl had been thinking a moment ago, it was gone now, replaced by her orders. She brought her tongue out without hesitation, pressing it against her steaming sex.
Sighing with long-awaited satisfaction, Gwen gripped red hair between her fingers, urging the girl into licking her.
Her inexperienced tongue went to work, parting lips and lapping randomly.
"Focus on my clit," Gwen said softly, chest heaving with increasing pleasure.
The girl nodded, focusing her efforts.
Gwen watched the moist tongue flattened against her, parting her labia and pressuring her clit. As aroused as she'd already been, her juices quickly spread around the girl's mouth. It felt incredible…
A gasp sounded at the end of the aisle, and she saw some old woman turn and almost run from the aisle. Two college-age guys stood at the other end of the row, dumbfounded.
"Better hurry up," she whispered to her temporary slave.
The girl made a muffled noise of understanding, and began licking with more force. She settled into an almost eager rhythm.
Gwen tensed her thighs, letting the white-hot bliss build up. She figured she could afford the time, since the locket gave her all the power she needed. Indeed, when a large tie-wearing man rounded the corner with unhappy intent, she slid her hand in her jacket and raised her hand.
The manager froze.
"Go away," she said. "Go to your office and forget you saw this, after destroying that tape." She glanced up at the security camera she'd noticed high up behind him.
She let go of the locket, and he rushed off in a dutiful manner.
A crowd of random shoppers flowed by the ends of the aisle, either fascinated or disgusted in turn.
"I'm gonna come," she informed her slave. "Keep going just like that."
The girl made another little noise of understanding, her tongue sliding against clit in constant rhythm.
Gwen clenched, unable to keep her orgasm pent up any longer. She could feel a dozen eyes on her, and the thought of all those random people watching sent her over the edge. She tilted her head back and clenched her jaw against the sheer power of the pleasure surging in her head and between her legs.
She moaned happily, and several onlookers murmured in surprise.
Finally, a strong feeling of release drained out the rest of her orgasm, and she looked down to find the redhead's face running with juices.
"Thanks, that was just what I needed," she said downward.
The girl just laid there, stunned. "Um, you're welcome…"
Gwen quickly climbed off of her, grabbed her pants, and pulled them up, intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible. She walked by many leering and shocked gazes, returning only a wicked smile to each of them. The two college guys that had watched the entire debacle high-fived each other, prompting her to laugh as she passed.
Back in her car, pulse racing with the audacity of what she'd done and gotten away with, she realized that she was already horny again. Her little stunt had only aroused her even more - and, worse, she'd given in and used the locket. She wasn't about to stop now.
Pulling up to a coffee shop drive-through window, an insane idea seized her.
The brunette apron-wearing barista that greeted her in the window had exactly the kind of body she'd hoped to see. Her uniform hid whatever cleavage she might have had, but she was slightly curvy in her cheeks.
Gwen was certain she would have an amazing, grabbable ass…
She could see the girl's coworkers behind the window, making the drink she'd ordered at the speaker. She wasn't sure how they would react, but she couldn't stop herself. She reversed her car, and then returned, a few feet further away from the window.
She gripped the locket.
"Drop your pants."
She complied immediately.
"Climb into the window," she ordered.
Blank-eyed, the brunette barista climbed up and sat crouched on the window's wide sill in just her panties. The sill looked wide enough to hold the girl's body flat without much discomfort…
"Turn around, lie across the sill, and hang your ass out here."
Gwen quickly grabbed the strap-on and harness from her purse, exited her car, and slid it on over her jeans for lack of time. She spit in her hand, rubbed it on the toy's long shaft as best she could, and came up behind the girl.
"Stay where you are and don't make a sound until I'm gone," she ordered, letting go of the locket.
She could see the girl looking around in confusion, probably wondering why she was hanging from her drive-through window ass out. She got her answer a moment later.
Rushing with the thrill, Gwen slid inside her.
The car behind hers in the drive-through line immediately turned and drove away, honking angrily.
Unperturbed, she began thrusting, fucking the confused barista. She'd been right, too - the girl's ass was nice and round. She gripped it eagerly, surprised at how good thrusting into the girl felt. Despite the jeans between her and the strap-on's pressure, each thrust brought a little flare of electric pleasure. Turned on beyond all belief, she began thrusting as hard as she could, desperately building the beginnings of an orgasm.
"The hell?" one of the other girls inside the coffee shop exclaimed. She and the other barista, a young man, stood frozen and staring.
Gwen grabbed the locket in her jacket for a moment. "You two just stand and watch until we're done."
The two were forced to comply, watching in shock.
Although the girl she was fucking couldn't make a sound, she did grip the window sill - not in an attempt to escape, but against the pleasure flushing the back of her arms and neck red. She curled her head down, breathing hard, and began moving back against the massive presence inside her as best she could.
Hard thrusts - and the insanity of what she was doing - quickly brought Gwen close to orgasm, but it was the shuddering of the girl under her hands that pushed her over the edge. They came at the same time, thrusting into each other.
Electricity seemed to crackle through Gwen's body, a wide and enjoyable orgasm arcing through her muscles. The difficulty of getting off from the pressure through her jeans made everything feel different - more satisfying, somehow, for the effort.
And now her jeans were soaked with two different juices…
Coming down, breathing hard, she slid the strap-on out of the brunette, watching her lips grip the shaft as it left.
"Beautiful," she breathed. "You can get dressed and get back to work now."<
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Thrilled and feeling half-crazy, she jumped in her car and drove away as fast as she could manage, watching the girl pull up her pants, climb back in the drive-through window, and then look out, confused as hell.
Gwen smiled, thinking that business would improve quite a bit if they officially added that to the menu…
As she calmed down from her exhilarating escapade, she found her cravings had only grown stronger, and her specific fantasy still hadn't been fulfilled.
She had the incredible urge to return to that house and make Lydia sixty-nine with her… but she fought it. It wouldn't be right. She wanted it to be emotional, special, and intimate.
Pulling over to the side of the road suddenly, screeching to a stop on a gravel shoulder, she realized that what she was fantasizing about was more than just sex. It was… a relationship.
She wanted… a girlfriend!
Thinking back, she realized she'd never felt quite that way before.
"I'm a lesbian," she breathed, staring at the orange and red sunset on the horizon.
The words made incredible sense, now that she was finally saying them out loud. She wondered how the hell she'd gotten this far without ever realizing it.
Her questing cravings finally found focus, too. She knew she could have had a girlfriend all these years, if only she'd had the courage to say yes back then…
She pulled from the gravel shoulder even as she brought out her cellphone, dialing the long-unused number of her old best friend.
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Chapter 5
For a brief moment, when the surprised woman had suggested a coffee shop, she'd almost laughed in terror at having to go back to the place she'd just fucked a girl in a drive-through window - but, much to her relief, their meeting place was far across town from there.
She walked up to the coffee shop full of apprehension, but too horny to back down.
Her old best friend sat within, waiting at a table, drink in hand.
Hanna was even more beautiful than she'd been in highschool. Her slender features framed her sharp eyes perfectly, and her firm cleavage was far more developed, shown off by a tight blue dress topped by long brown hair.