by X, Lexie
Lydia nodded, smiling her and kissing her again. “We should definitely get toys like that.”
Pulling her backwards, Emma tumbled the two of them onto the bed. “That sounds like an investment…”
The brunette kissed up her neck and nibbled on her ear. “I am thinking long-term…”
Their long friendship, emotional closeness, and recent intimacy seemed to hit Emma all at once. “I’m in love with you…” she blurted.
Lydia smiled. “Me too. I mean, I love you, too.”
“You don’t think we’re rushing this?” Emma asked, nervous, but excited.
The brunette shook her head. “My favorite place in the whole world is right here… and my favorite position in the whole world…” She turned around, sliding into a sixty-nine.
Laughing, Emma pulled her - girlfriend’s? - puffy and aroused sex toward her face. They would have to have that conversation later… she sank into familiar pussy, licking deep folds and drinking in flavor. Down her body, she could feel Lydia’s large breasts pressed against her lower tummy, and a warm tongue sliding against her, sending shivers of pleasure up her body.
Already enormously turned on, it didn’t take long for their eager tongues to bring them both toward orgasm. Emma had never felt anything quite like it; a massive crackling nervous and painful and fiery and wonderful bliss filled her body, mixing with the rush from their shared admission of love.
That emotion made it the best orgasm of her life, knowing that she was in love with her best friend, in love with a woman - and, now opened up to it, she knew couldn’t go back. Her past made sense now; her passionless marriage, her years alone with so many pointless dates. With her face happily buried in pussy, she realized, with enormous relief and satisfaction, that she was almost certainly a lesbian.
Their bodies pressed together and writhed in rhythm; both with their thighs clenched tight around each other’s heads, both with their breasts pressed into soft tummy, and both with eager mouths sucking each other’s clits, they tensed together and came as one.
In their tender moments afterwards, Emma shared her revelation, and Lydia kissed her and pulled her close.
“I’m starting to think the same thing,” Lydia admitted, her eyes misty. “I want this so much…”
Emma could only smile, too overwhelmed with happiness to speak.
They clothed in excited terror, darting out of the house before any of the book club women could spot them or ask where they’d been.
“Jack wants a divorce!” Lydia burst in the front door, ecstatic. “We’ll part on friendly terms - he said he already sensed it, in his heart…”
“That’s great!” Emma replied, hugging her tight. She didn’t mention that she’d gone over there and hypnotized Lydia’s husband, ordering him to be accepting and calm. The neighborhood was well aware of his tendency to get angry and physical… she didn’t feel bad about using the locket, not when it came to Lydia’s happiness.
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Chapter 5
“The toothpaste is out again,” Ricky, her ten-year-old son came in, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Aunt Lydia uses it all… how long is she staying?”
Emma smiled. “She lives here now, dear. Here, I’ll get you more toothpaste.”
Once she’d taken care of Ricky and put him to bed, she returned to her bedroom. In the connected bathroom, Lydia put on her makeup with careful effort. “It’s already ten. Is the babysitter here?”
“Yeah, Bailey’s downstairs studying with her girlfriend,” Emma replied.
“Well this is just a goddamn lesbian house,” Lydia joked, lining her eye. “They aren’t wondering why we’re going out so late?”
“Nope, we’ve got her ‘til four AM,” Emma explained. “She’s more than happy to just chill here and watch tv.”
Lydia laughed. “College kids…” She looked over sharply. “You don’t think they have sex in the house, do you?”
Emma shook her head. “No, Bailey’s a good kid. But hurry up, this is your night, and you’re burning time!”
She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror, confident that what she was wearing wouldn’t matter - but, still, she wanted to look good. Living with Lydia had been going amazingly well, as had discovering more about her sexuality - and they were taking turns trying out their fantasies. Lydia’s first choice was a quest in itself: she wanted to go out to the bar, just the two of them, and seduce a young girl.
She’d felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of bringing a third person into their relationship, even if just for one night, but Lydia had pointed out that her fantasy had started because of Bailey, the nineteen-year-old that had eaten her out and sparked their first fooling around… and Bailey was still around, babysitting in the house, and Lydia had been okay with that.
With that reasoning, Emma couldn’t help but shrug and admit she had a point… and they were trying out fantasies for each other, so if she wanted to try hers, they’d have to do Lydia’s, too.
So they’d picked a night, gotten the babysitter, and dressed up in their sexiest outfits. Emma was confident; she knew the locket would help her accomplish pretty much anything she wanted. She wondered whether Lydia was secretly nervous, but her brunette girlfriend just seemed excited.
“Ready!” Lydia announced, showing off her body. Wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that emphasized her impressive cleavage, she looked her utmost dazzling.
Looking her up and down, Emma felt a surge of attraction, still as aroused by her girlfriend as the first time they fooled around. “You sure you don’t want to just stay in and screw?”
“Tempting,” Lydia responded, checking her out in turn. “But you’re the only woman I’ve really done anything beyond fingering with. I want my Bailey experience.”
“Shh! She’s downstairs, she’ll hear you!”
Lydia grabbed her and tickled her lightly. “Oh no! What if she thinks we’re lesbians?”
“Stop!” Emma laughed. “We don’t have all night!”
“True.”
Heart pounding, Emma climbed out of the taxi and looked around the rowdy campus street while Lydia paid.
The club district was every bit the insanity she remembered from her younger days; mobs of drunk young guys and girls stumbled, shouted, and swirled all over. Several bars seemed chock full; two of the clubs had enormous lines. The chill winter air immediately discounted the long lines as options.
“It’s so cold,” Emma complained, shivering in her jacket.
“Should be really hot in the bar, with all these crowds…” Lydia suggested, keeping her hands in her pockets. “How about that one? Only one I recognize.”
They headed inside the bar, pushing through the stifling crowd. Emma winced at the roaring noise; she said something to Lydia, but she couldn’t hear her. Frustrated, but willing to put up with it for her girlfriend’s sake, Emma followed her to the bar, where they spent twenty minutes waiting to get drinks. Meanwhile, she watched the unofficial dance floor, where hordes of frat-and-sorority types ground against one another.
“Alright,” Lydia said, handing her a whiskey sour. “Let’s people watch.”
Emma followed her back near the wall, where they managed to grab a small high table at which to stand, scooting in just as a group of young guys abandoned it.
“So what’s the plan?” Emma asked, scanning the crowd.
“What?”
“What’s the plan?” she said, as loud as she could.
“Pick out a girl we both like,” Lydia replied in her ear. “Talk to her. Beyond that, I don’t know. I’m no expert on picking up girls.”
Frowning at the daunting task, Emma watched the milling girls. She really didn’t want to spend a night every week trying to pick up a girl for the foreseeable future; she patted the locket in her jeans pocket, intent on getting this harrowing quest done in a single night.
“And you look really good tonight,” Lydia said out of the blue.
Emma couldn’t help but smil
e and feel a little better. “How about her?”
Lydia followed her gaze to the tall, thin, stunningly hot young blonde surrounded by a circle of frat guys. “Pick the hottest girl in the bar, why don’tcha?” she protested. “And her boobs, they’re perfect… damn… I haven’t felt out of anyone’s league, ever, until tonight…”
“You’re gorgeous,” Emma shot back. “Don’t complain. This is your fantasy!”
“But how do we approach her?” Lydia asked, furrowing her brow as she strategized. “She’s got all those guys drooling on her… and what if she’s straight?”
Emma shrugged. “Never know. Maybe she’ll jump us because she’s dying to try a woman.”
Lydia imagined that idea, grinning. “Maybe…”
“Let me talk to her,” Emma said. “I’ll be right back.”
Her girlfriend watched her, surprised, as she slid through the crowd and approached the gorgeous girl.
Full of nervous energy, but confident in the power of the locket, Emma slid up next to the girl, suddenly aware of all the guys turning to look at her.
“Yes?” the girl asked.
“I’m with the bar,” Emma said, lying effortlessly. “You just won a round of free drinks! Come up to the bar and we’ll get it sorted out.”
Smiling happily, the girl took drink orders from her group, and then followed Emma through the crowd.
Emma positioned the two of them by the bar, just out of sight of Lydia, who she knew would be watching. She didn’t want the locket to interfere with her girlfriend at all.
“What’s your name, honey?” Emma asked.
“Diana.”
Fighting not to succumb to Diana’s stunning looks and eye-catching cleavage, Emma took a deep breath. Her face was youthful and soft, with high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and full lips that just screamed sexuality… “Well, Diana…” Emma said quietly, reaching into her pocket to touch the locket. She felt the strange energy tingle her arm.
The girl’s enthusiasm blanked into a neutral expression, and the locket’s energy turned subtly titillating.
Emma quickly glanced around, but nobody else seemed to be looking at them for the moment. If she did this quickly enough, even momentary accidental trances among people in the crowd would go unnoticed.
“Are you interested in girls at all?” she asked.
“No,” Diana replied.
Emma grimaced. “Well, you’re a lesbian now,” she ordered quickly, adrenaline and nerves making it hard for her to think. “And you’re going to do anything I say, or my girlfriend Lydia says. I will introduce you to her. Is all this clear?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to buy the round of drinks I talked about. You’re going to say goodbye to your friends, close your tab, come over to me, and we’re going to go to a hotel room and have sex. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
She let go of the locket, looking around for anyone else in a trance, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Diana blinked and smiled at her. “You know, you’re really pretty…”
“Thanks,” Emma replied, her heart pounding painfully.
She ran through her plan in a daze, barely controlling her nervousness, and returned to the table alone.
“No luck?” Lydia asked, rubbing her shoulder supportively.
“I wouldn’t say that…”
A moment later, Diana appeared out of the crowd, walking up to the table with a slightly confused look.
“Hey Diana, this is my girlfriend, Lydia.”
The younger girl nodded as if she’d expected the introduction, and then seemed a little more confused - as if she was uncertain about her own actions.
“Nice to meet you, Diana…” Lydia said, eyeing the girl up and down. “What’s up?”
“I think we should get out of here,” Emma interjected. “You ready, Diana?”
The blonde nodded. “Yeah, I closed my tab and said goodbye to my friends.”
Amazed, Lydia just raised her eyebrows.
The taxi couldn’t seem to go fast enough. Lydia paid and practically pushed them out and into the hotel lobby, where she paid for a room with haste.
“What did you say to her?” Lydia asked her during their walk through the halls. Diana walked behind them, just far away enough not to hear them.
“I just laid it out,” Emma said, unhappy about lying to her girlfriend, but deeming it necessary. “I said, you’ve fantasized about women, who hasn’t? My girlfriend and I will fuck you if you come with us. No strings attached. And she went for it.”
Lydia raised her eyebrows again. “That’s hot. I would probably have gone with you, too.”
Emma poked her and smiled. “Damn right.”
The door to the room closed behind them with a little click. The room seemed the same as ever; Emma felt as if every hotel room in the world was the same, and that she’d been here before. Two midsized beds rested on either side of a night table with a lamp. A television sat on a big set of drawers, and a door led to the small bathroom.
“Let’s just close these…” Lydia said, sliding the window curtains together. She turned and faced Diana, who stood at the other end of the room in a defensive posture. “You ever been with a girl?”
Diana shook her head and nervously bit her full bottom lip.
“We’ll try to show you a good time then.” Lydia smiled hungrily and pulled the blonde gently to the middle of the room.
Emma stepped closer, her discomfort fading as her excitement grew. Now that they’d actually gotten the girl here, there was little left to do but to enjoy themselves.
Lydia rubbed Diana’s shoulder, gently pulling the girl’s blouse down around one arm.
Diana watched each of them in turn, her green eyes filled with apprehension - but she didn’t protest.
Emma ran a hand across the girl’s soft shoulder, feeling herself heating up. This reminded her of the time she hypnotized Kayla and explored her body, but better, because this girl was awake - and much younger.
Following Lydia’s lead, Emma helped pull the girl’s top down to her midsection, exposing her flat tummy and pink bra.
“Your tits are incredible,” Lydia breathed, running a hand along her jutting bra and up the compressed line of her cleavage.
“Thanks…” Diana responded, her voice shaking a little.
“Hey, I’ve an idea,” Emma interrupted. She guided the girl back to one of the beds. “You sit here, and you watch us until you’re ready. No pressure, alright?”
Diana nodded, her green eyes wide.
Surprised at the display of initiative, Lydia smiled and pulled her girlfriend close. “Can’t believe we’re actually doing it…”
“I’m coming around to the idea, too,” Emma replied, lifting both of their shirts off in turn. Eagerly, she unclasped her bra, and Lydia followed suit. They sat on the other bed, opposite Diana, only a few feet away. The blonde watched them in a daze, almost unblinking.
Gently, they began running their hands along each other’s chests, squeezing and kneading.
This was always Emma’s favorite part of foreplay, and the thing that had sparked it all between them - playing with Lydia’s large breasts.
The brunette kneaded her smaller tits between her fingers, the way she liked.
“You like this?” Lydia asked Diana, her tone growing sultry with arousal. “Two topless women fondling each other?”
The younger girl nodded almost imperceptibly, her eyes still wide.
“Join us whenever you want,” Lydia said, leaning down to suck on Emma’s nipple.
Emma couldn’t help but sigh. She loved her girlfriend’s mouth on her breasts… she clenched her legs against the growing ache between them. She looked over and saw Diana absently rubbing her own bra-covered breast while staring at Lydia’s sucking lips.
Lydia pushed her on her back, grinning, and began kissing down her tummy. Squirming with excitement, Emma slid a hand in her hair.
Th
e brunette reached her pants and undid them, sliding them off in a swift motion. She looked over at Diana, who squeezed her legs together in response. Lydia smiled and pulled her girlfriend up onto the pillows.
Trembling with anticipation, Emma opened her legs, watching the brunette kiss up her thigh and around her panties. A dark spot of wetness gave away her excitement.
Lydia breathed against the fabric and kissed just above it, teasing gently - but she paused for a moment, ditching her own pants. With both of them in just their panties, breasts and hard nipples bare, Lydia smiled over one more time.
Diana stood shakily, her chest heaving with nervousness.
Lydia said nothing. She watched expectantly as the young blonde approached with uncertain steps. She stood in front of them, unsure how to proceed, her shirt still wrapped around her waist and her nipples apparent through her bra.
“Take your pants off,” Lydia ordered.
Slowly complying, Diana pushed her pants to the floor, and then lifted her tangled shirt off as well, leaving her in just her pink bra and panties.
Emma stared. The girl’s body was stunning - beneath her round, very firm breasts, a sleek and toned young body ran down to thin legs and soft thighs. She kept looking between the two of them, her green eyes wide and uncertain.
“You first?” Lydia asked, all grins.
Emma nodded and scooted closer, sitting with her face just about level with pink bra. Reaching out, she ran both hands up Diana’s sides, noticing the girl shiver under her touch. She touched the hard nipples poking through pink. “Turned on?”
Diana nodded.
“Take off your bra,” Emma said, feeling around her flat tummy.
The blonde reached up and complied, dropping the garment to the floor and letting her pale breasts hang free. Firm with youth, they seemed only more beautiful without the bra’s support.
Feeling an incredible surge of arousal, Emma traced the undersides of the girl’s breasts, marveling at their firm and responsive warmth. She squeezed them a few times, noticing Diana’s nipples grow even harder - and then she licked around the areolas, before taking a nipple into her mouth. Her breasts even tasted good, an intimate trace flavor of sweat on Emma’s tongue…