“Mistress,” she panted, “I’m sorry . . . I can’t . . .”
“Shh,” Liz whispered. It’s okay. I just have one more task for you. Sit!”
Sitting back on her heels let Alice recuperate for a moment. Then she felt her hands being cuffed behind her. ‘I’m so tired,’ she thought to herself. Liz had been fucking her for close to an hour. Then something strange happened. She looked down and saw Liz hooking the harness up to Alice’s body. Then Liz lay down in front of Alice’s kneeling form and scooted forward until the tip of the dildo was positioned at the entrance of Liz’s pussy.
“Your final present,” started Liz, “is that you get to be a boy-dog tonight.” She used the leash to pull Alice down to her and allowed the strap-on to slide into her body. With her hands bound behind her, Alice was unable to do anything but lie on her girlfriend and hump with her hips.
Alice was a little taken aback. In all the time she and Liz had been together, Alice had NEVER entered Liz like this. Normally, the person with the dildo was the dominant one. They were the one “taking” the other. This wasn’t what Alice was used to, as she “belonged” to Liz. The collar was still on.
“It’s time to please your Mistress,” Liz said as Alice lay on top of her. Liz wrapped the leash a few more times around her fist, holding Alice’s face close to her own. “Hump with your hips like a good dog,” she whispered into Alice’s ear. Alice started grinding her hips in small circles before making a series of short thrusts with her hips. It was comforting to hear Liz’s words; it meant that Liz was still in control. Alice was just a sexual tool. But something in Liz’s face let the younger know how much her lover cared. Alice was allowed to rest her head on Liz’s chest as she thrust with her hips. She knew that her body paint was rubbing off onto Liz, but she was past caring. All she wanted was to please her lover. And it took a while, but she was able to bring Liz to another orgasm. She wished she could have done it with her tongue. She knew how much Liz like her skills at cunnilingus, but this is what Liz had wanted. But out of the blue, Alice was glad that this had happened. She was lying on her lover, feeling her body tremble and twitch beneath her. It was as if she was experiencing the ecstasy right along with her girlfriend . . . her lover . . . her Mistress.
She felt Liz playing with her hair. “Thank you for letting me fuck you,” she whispered. Then she felt Liz unbuckling the collar, and then the pressure around her neck was gone. Liz grabbed her head and kissed her on the lips.
“Thank you . . .” she said before a long, wet kiss, “. . . for being with me.”
Alice’s face broke out into a perfect, beautiful and silly grin. She was sweaty, tired and had a slight glaze across her eyes, but she was happy. Because she was in love. She was tied up and covered in paint that made her look like a dog, but she had loved every moment of what had just happened.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered. The two girls stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before breaking out laughing. Liz kissed Alice again before squeezing out, uncuffing her and helping the exhausted young woman to the shower. The two cleaned each other up before curling up in bed. Liz wrapped her arm around Alice’s body and cuddled up in a spoon position. How many times had Alice woken up and seen Heather spooning Laurie in exactly this manner. ‘This is what it’s supposed to look like,’ she thought. ‘This is perfect.’
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Across town, at an all-night diner . . .
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Since leaving the carnival, Laurie, Heather and Jenny had been sitting in a corner booth of a hole-in-the-wall diner, eating and laughing and talking shop. The whole band had been discussing which two songs they wanted to play if they passed their audition to get into Battle of the Bands. So far, “The Itch” and “Lost in Texas” were the front-runners in the voting.
All evening, Heather and Laurie had been hanging on each other, kissing and nuzzling. Heather glanced over at one point and saw Jenny watching them intently. When Jenny realized she had been caught staring, she blushed and glanced away.
“What’s up?” Heather said. Laurie looked confused. Heather kissed her quickly, making her smile. “Not you, silly girl. I was talking to Jenny.” Both girls turned to look at their friend.
“Sorry. You two look so TOTALLY awesome together!”
“Well,” Laurie said as she snuggled into the crook of Heather’s arm, “you and Mike are pretty awesome too.”
Jenny just smiled, but a blind man could have seen that the smile was forced. Suddenly, both of the other two girls were on alert. Surviving a major threat to their relationship had made them very sensitive to signs of discontent.
“I hate repeating myself,” started Heather, “but what’s up? Everything good between you and your man-servant?” That got Jenny to chuckle. ‘Man-servant’ was Heather’s affectionate pet name for the only male who was a full time member of their crew.
“Things are . . . fine.”
“Spoken with the enthusiasm of the last person at the table who gets stuck with the check. C’mon. Spill it.”
Jenny sighed. “I overheard Mike talking with his best friend the other day. He’d left the window open and I heard him as I was coming up the walk. He’s . . .”
“He’s dumping you?!?” said Laurie as she leaned forward and her eyes shot open. “How . . .”
“Actually, I think he’s going to ask me to marry him.”
Laurie looked completely perplexed. Heather had an idea what the problem might be, but wanted to give Jenny a chance to speak.
“And . . . I don’t know if I want to say yes.” She blushed. Everyone was really fond of Mike, so she was afraid that her refusal might alienate her from the group.
“But . . .” Laurie was confused. “Don’t you love him? You guys always seem so happy together.”
“I do love him. I . . . I’m just not sure if I love him enough to want to marry him. And I’m sure I don’t want to commit to that right now. I mean, we’re like still in school. And with the band getting going and everything . . .”
“Jenny, don’t let the band get in the way of your life,” Heather said cautiously.
“What if I want the band to BE my life? Mike doesn’t deserve to be like a second fiddle.”
“Don’t you mean ‘second wheel?'” Laurie asked.
Heather kissed her on the nose. “No, she was right. It’s ‘second fiddle.’ You’re thinking of ‘fifth wheel.'”
“Is there a ‘fourth something-or-other’ in there?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Heather turned back to Jenny. “Listen, you’re putting the cart in front of the horse here,” she said. Then she turned back to Laurie. “Just trust me,” she said just as Laurie started to open her mouth. “That was the correct turn-of-phrase.” Back to Jenny. “First, are you sure he’s planning on asking soon?” Jenny shook her head. “And are you sure that you’re not ready to get married?” Jenny nodded. “Then calm down. Don’t go creating problems for yourself. He may want to wait a while before he does it and if you still feel this way, you know what your answer would have to be. I think Mike deserves the truth.”
“I know. I just don’t want to hurt him or anything. Hell, I’m not even sure that he ISN’T the guy for me. It’s just . . . my mom and dad were high-school sweethearts. Both my sisters married the first people they ever slept with. One of them is still married. And now I talk to them, and they’re like so . . . Laurie, remember when I talk to you on the beach after . . .” Jenny looked embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Heather said, holding Laurie close. “We made peace with each other about what happened.” Laurie snuggled a little closer.
“Sorry. After your fight, I told you that my life was like . . .”
“Medium,” finished Laurie. “Yeah, I remember.”
“I didn’t want to be like the rest of my family. I want to the one person in my family who lives a little before they settle down. These are like the days were supposed to be talking about for the rest of our lives. I want to get wild and experiment and . . .” Suddenly, Jennifer shut down. Her face had turned a bright crimson.
Heather narrowed her eyes and stared at the young woman. “Jennifer . . . What do you mean by ‘experiment?’ I assume you aren’t just talking about drinking, partying and playing in a rock’n’roll band, are you?” She let out a sharp laugh as Jenny gently shook her head. “What the heck is going on with this group? Ever since the ranch, there seems to be this weird trickle-down effect going on!”
Laurie just stared at Heather confusedly.
Heather looked back. “I think what Jenny is saying, or isn’t saying, is that she might be interested in participating in some forbidden love.”
Laurie stared at her. “Anal?”
Jenny spewed the water she was drinking out her nose.
Heather tried not to laugh. She failed. “No.”