by X, Lexie
"She doesn't want to leave. Who are we to turn down a willing sex slave?"
Gwen laughed sheepishly again. "I suppose that makes sense."
Lydia finally chimed in. "We'd like to explore all those things we did… this time without the locket. And if you'd like to explore with us… since we'll be in each other's lives and all, what with the whole resisting-the-locket and watching each other thing… and we do have an extra room upstairs…"
Emma touched her hand. "We'd like you to be our live-in sex friend."
Gwen snorted, almost overwhelmed by the silliness and seriousness. "I don't have to be a sex slave and live in the basement?"
Emma shook her head. "No, that whole thing will be just for girls we pick up at bars. Since we really did enjoy that."
Heady from the wine and the offer, Gwen struggled to maintain focus. She felt a little out of her own body. "Can you show me my room?"
Emma smiled.
Upstairs, Gwen passed by the second-floor rooms, remembering how different things had been the last time she'd been up there.
They passed Emma's son's room - out with the babysitter - and led her to the room across from the master bedroom.
"It's filled with junk right now," Lydia said, pushing boxes off the bed. "It's mostly my stuff from when I moved in. But we can clean that up."
"You two are sure?" Gwen asked. Hanna's words still rung true with her. She'd failed to resist the locket, and she'd opened herself up to new sexuality, and this would rather literally be living with the consequences…
"Yes," Emma replied. "We're going to need each other close by to resist that locket on a continual basis. And you're gorgeous, so there is that."
The wispy blonde couldn't help but blush again. "Oh, you two, chatting me up… you know you're both pretty as hell…"
Emma smiled gracefully. "So it's decided…" She shared a smirk with her girlfriend.
"What?" Gwen asked.
Lydia took her hand, smiling, and pulled her from the room.
They circled into the bathroom.
Gwen's heart began pounding, her body tensing with excitement.
Emma leaned in and turned on both streams in the large shower, and Lydia closed the door.
Both women stood in front of the shower, slowly stripping. Emma's lithe feminine body seemed even more supple and smooth than she remembered, and Lydia's large breasts swung free with eye-catching jiggles.
She couldn't help but stare, a heat growing between her legs.
"You planning on showering clothed?" Emma asked.
Gwen hastily tore off her clothes and followed her two new roommates into the shower.
The girlfriends began kissing under one of the warm shower streams, their glistening bodies pressed together in all the right places.
Gwen leaned back against the wall respectfully, letting the other shower flow over her, watching the two women warm each other up. The sight immediately aroused her, and she began kneading her thighs, getting herself ready.
If this was living with consequences… she almost laughed. Learning the ins and outs of lesbian life with Emma and Lydia each night seemed an incredible gift. She felt like she'd won the lottery. It was almost funny - they'd tried to train her into exactly this situation, force her to be a sex slave, and now here she was, more eager for this than she'd ever been for anything else in her entire life…
She had a brief, horrible thought: what if this had all somehow been their plan? What if she was still under their control? What if her lesbian awakening, her living here and servicing them each night, and the way watching their bodies and kissing and groping turned her on… what if it was all just the locket's powers over her? What if they'd tricked and trained her so well, they didn't even need the locket to control her anymore?
She cupped her mound, squeezing and kneading in answer to the animal heat building in her body.
She discarded the thought. She didn't care.
It felt too good.
Lydia gripped her lover, looked over, and beckoned.
Gwen joined their slick, soft embrace, trading kisses and caresses. Cupping one breast from each woman in her hands, she reveled in their bodies, kneading, kissing, and sucking their nipples to hardness.
She soon descended to her knees, pushing Emma up against the tiled wall. "Mistress," she said jokingly, and she watched Emma blush and smile sheepishly.
Running her hands down lithe thighs, she pried them apart, exposing her Mistress… a moment later, that musky flavor hit her senses, delivered by a thrusting tongue.
A hand grabbed hers, and she opened her raptured eyes to find Lydia leaning back against the wall next to her girlfriend.
Smiling with excitement, Gwen brought her hand up to rub and finger the brunette as she worked Emma with her mouth. The two women began moaning with pleasure, kneading each other's glistening breasts whenever they could manage it.
Gwen curled her hand up inside Lydia to rub her G spot, and began sucking on Emma's clit with eager passion. The more she licked pussy, the better her body felt, giving her a mild pleasure buzz - her training at work, she realized.
Both women seemed to spur each other on with shared moans and thrusting.
Shortly, Lydia seemed to tense up, and Gwen felt the brunette's inner walls clenching against her fingers. Amazed and aroused, she sucked harder, and Emma began writhing and clutching her hair.
"Fuck," Lydia breathed, pushing her hand away. "You've gotten really good at that."
Smiling as Emma finished against her face, Gwen felt deeply complimented. Once her Mistress pulled away, satisfied, she leaned over and took a deep lick of Lydia, finding that sweet flavor that had so captivated her fantasies.
"What would you like, roommate?" Emma asked, smiling warmly down at her.
She tugged at Lydia. The brunette knew exactly what she intended.
Lydia turned around and climbed on top of her, assuming a sixty-nine in the same spot as before.
Almost screaming from excitement and happiness, Gwen gripped and caressed the thighs on either side of her head. The feeling she'd briefly had while curled up with Hanna returned. Pussy was almost a shrine, and her worship almost spiritual…
Sinking deep into pleasure and satisfaction, she thrust her tongue up. That sweet intimate flavor rolled through her senses for a moment - until Lydia began moving.
Confused, Gwen waited.
Lydia stayed on her face, but angled her body a bit to the left.
Her confusion vanished as Emma curled into the chain with them, one leg in the air over her girlfriend, her head and hands moving in…
"Will this work?" Emma asked, chuckling.
Gwen nodded, ecstatic. For some reason, she hadn't realized she'd never seen Emma lick pussy. And now, she realized there was something possibly better than the sixty-nine she'd been fantasizing about…
The three women dove into each other, pleasuring each other in a curled circle.
She lapped, tongued, and sucked happily, her mind sinking into a state of pure sexuality and bliss. Tongue inside her, her tongue inside pussy, surrounded by feminine bodies and lesbian pleasure, Gwen finally felt complete - and home.
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Lynn sighed as she clicked through the dating site’s list of potentials. Her eyes scanned the series of disappointing thumbnails for the third time in the last hour. There were good-looking men with some intellect, certainly, but they disappeared from the market quickly - often without explanation, even if she’d gone on a date or two with them.
The rest of the men online seemed only slightly better than cavemen; their uncouth, incomprehensible, or desperate messages immediately earned a click from her ‘ignore’ button. In any case, her year of being single had worn her down into a repetitive habit of forlorn clicking.
She clicked back to her own profile, wondering if her bad luck was due to something she’d written, or maybe her photos. Brunette, age twenty-eight (listed as twenty-six, of course), cute shoulder-length hair, nice cleavage if she did say so herself… she frowned, and wondered if she should go blonde…
This, too, was a ritual she ran through a dozen times a day. She glanced at the clock briefly, noting she had fifteen minutes until work ended. She’d probably do this all again at least once more before quitting time.
She looked around to see if any of her coworkers were free. They all seemed busy chatting away on their headsets with - she shuddered mentally every time she thought the word - customers. The only customers that ever called her company were the ones with complaints, and they were usually the lowest common denominator of the lowest of the low, often with a bonus tendency to shout and swear… she leaned her cheek on her curled hand and gazed around the cubicle farm in abject boredom and despair.
Her eyes lit up as her inbox indicator changed from zero to one. She hovered her mouse over the button, relishing the moment. Even though it was probably a dud, every unsolicited message was like playing the lottery, and she enjoyed the rush. She waited a moment more, imagining and hoping at the possibilities, and then she clicked.
You’re really cute.
“Another winner,” Lynn grumbled at her monitor, before she looked at the sender’s picture. Her eyes widened as she realized her one-line disappointment had been sent by - a girl! She checked her profile and confirmed that she was still listed as ‘straight.’ Frowning, she clicked the female sender’s picture. Her profile was rather sparse, and listed her as straight, too…
Hey there, said a sudden message box in the corner of her screen. Lynn silently cursed, only then remembering that the website notified people that were online when someone looked at their profile.
Uh, hi, she wrote back after a moment, still wondering how the mix-up in messaging had happened. Lynn clicked through her pictures - the girl was at a bar or a party in every picture. She had short black hair, pale porcelain skin, a metal lip stud, and seemed to favor bright red lipstick. She was obviously from a scene Lynn herself had never really been a part of in college… how old was this girl, anyway? She clicked over, and her jaw dropped slightly.
Like what you see?
Lynn looked around at her coworkers, wondering if somebody had found her profile and was playing a prank on her, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.
lol, what is this? Lynn wrote back. Are you really only twenty?
Yeah, is that a problem? came the quick response.
No, I mean, what’s a twenty year old girl doing messaging me?
I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?
She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.
I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?
What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?
Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.
Oh, ok. Thanks :)
A moment passed before the girl’s response appeared.
Sure. Want to hang out?
Hang out? Lynn asked, surprised. Like what?
I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?
Of course I drink! she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…
Come on, it’ll be fun!
Ok, alright, she gave in, surprising herself. But when and where specifically?
Tonight around nine. What’s your number?
Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.
Cool, I’ll text you later!
And with that, the girl logged off.
Lynn sat motionless in her chair, stunned. She had absolutely no idea why she’d agreed to hang out with some random twenty-year old girl off the internet… if the girl was even a girl at all… she wasn’t really worried that it was secretly some old creeper, but it was still best to be cautious. But what if she was real? She’d agreed to go drinking with some strange young girl… probably down on campus, where she hadn’t been in years… and she hadn’t even gotten her name…
Even worse than that, she hadn’t specified that their hanging out wasn’t a date.
She looked at the clock, worried. What had she gotten herself into?
And why, even with all these concerns, was she still a little bit excited?
She chalked it up to her rather boring social life over the past year. An awkward adventure was still an adventure, and it’d be interesting to see campus again… maybe she’d even make a few friends. Still, her heart raced, and she bolted the moment the clock hit five.
She tried to take a nap when she got home, in case she needed to stay out late, but a strange shaky nervousness gripped her chest. To keep herself occupied, she paced around her apartment, cleaning and adjusting everything in sight. The couch seemed to scream for dusting, the fridge needed cleaned out, the carpet needed vacuumed… eight o’ clock came calling, only to find her trying to apply makeup with trembling fingers. She glared back at the clock, wishing it would freeze, or skip forward - anything to alleviate her anxious energy.
Nine o’ clock rolled by at an agonizing snail’s pace, leaving her to count her rapid heartbeats as she stared at her phone.
9:01… 9:02… 9:03…
A thousand doubts ran through her mind. What if the mysterious girl had forgotten? Or decided to vanish without explanation, like so many other online dates? And was this even a date? If so, why was she still going? And what if it was just some creeper trying to capture her or something? She resolved not to go if she was asked to show up anywhere strange or unsafe. She sat tall and smiled. Yes, that was the smart thing. This weird old creeper guy w
ould ask her to go to a warehouse or something, and she’d say no. She sighed with relief.
The phone rang.
She literally jumped from her bed in shock.
The phone rang again.
She picked it up with no small terror, and answered the call.
“Hello?” she asked, hearing the loud noises of a bar.
“Hey!” came the reply, with a voice that was decidedly not an old creepy man. Lynn’s heart sank as she realized that she might actually have to go… but the rest of her trembled with anticipation. For once, it was Friday night, and she had plans! Not ideal plans, sure, but it was something!
“So?” the velvety voice prompted. The girl sounded young, certainly, but her voice had a deep sultry undertone, shot through with brazen confidence. Lynn found herself immediately intimidated, picturing some sort of badass chick far too cool for her… but even if that imagined exaggeration was true, the girl had thought she was cute. “You coming?”
“Uh, um,” she spluttered. “Yeah - yes. Where?”
“You know the bar on Fourth?”
“Hah, do I!” she replied, remembering many a drunken night spent with friends. Her smile quickly turned into a nervous frown as she realized she had no reason not to go. “I… can be there in fifteen minutes…”
“Cool, see you soon.”
The bar noises went quiet, and Lynn stared at her phone. She’d forgotten to get the girl’s name again. As she thought about what she had to do - walk into that bar by herself, meet some girl whose name she didn’t even know, for what might actually be a date or something - her nervous energy surged. Her jaw shook, and she stood and clenched her hands to fight the intense reaction.
“Ok Lynn, you gotta calm down,” she said to herself. “Sure, you’re talking to yourself, that’s fine, that’s fine… think this through… what’s the worst that could happen?”
She knew the area, and she knew the bar, and she wasn’t far. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped or anything. She knew she was meeting a girl, too… that was a good question. What’s the worst that could happen? The girl might think she wasn’t pretty enough, or cool enough, and blow her off… but eh, she could handle that. She wasn’t a vulnerable young girl anymore.