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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Three
🕑 Added 2024-05-30 19:33:11 +0000 UTCAnnabelle was on top, just like she had been with me.
The major difference was that she and Bridget were still fully clothed. They had only left the bedroom a minute ago, yet they were already thoroughly into things. Annabelle was straddling Bridget. Bridget had one arm wrapped around the girl above her, while her other hand gripped her red locks. It wasn’t gentle, warm-up kissing, either. They were deeply locking lips with each other, and I could see from halfway across the room that Annabelle was starting to get her tongue involved.
And I just . . . stared. Partly in shock, partly because of the recent sexual confusion brought on by Annabelle. I was so much more into girls than I thought before meeting her, to the point where I couldn’t help but be fascinated by how Annabelle was gently grinding against Bridget as they shared kiss after kiss after kiss. Against Bridget. Speaking of confusion. I definitely did not like my not-so-former rival like that, but that didn’t stop me from partly watching her as she and Annabelle were caught up in the passionate session.
Then, Annabelle’s eyes flicked open and landed on me. Had I made a sound? Or was she just keeping tabs on the area after giving me the key? She locked lips with Bridget while keeping her gaze trained on me, pulling back with a lingering bite on the girl’s lower lip before finally saying something. “Yes, Mere? Do you want to join us?”
My cheeks instantly turned crimson; I could feel an almost painful amount of heat radiating off of them. “N-no!” I exclaimed. This whole girl/girl thing was overwhelming enough with just Annabelle; I couldn’t even begin to imagine doing something with two girls at once. Especially not if Bridget was one of them. “I just- My clothes.” That’s what had been on my mind before the scene before me had stopped me in my tracks. I was still cupping my breasts, though my touch was now a double edged sword; apparently my nipples had hardened some time in the last thirty seconds, and not from the cool AC.
“I’m a little bit busy, pet,” Annabelle said, “I already told you where your bra was.”
On the coffee table. Even if she hadn’t said so a couple minutes ago when I was in the cage, it would have been impossible to miss. The undergarment was right where it had been tossed when I was the one fooling around with Annabelle on the sofa. Or, more accurately, it was two or three feet away from the two girls who were still poised to return to their make-out session at any moment.
Not even looking my way, Bridget asked, “I thought she was well trained?”
“I’m working on it,” Annabelle sighed, “What are you, Mere?”
I still hadn’t taken a single step forward since seeing the two of them together like this. The familiar question only caused more hesitation. With the way my worlds were currently colliding, the pet thing was a lot more difficult to play along with. “I don’t- I shouldn’t . . . ” I trailed off. Honestly, the craziest part about all this was that the words were on the tip of my tongue despite Bridget’s presence.
Rather than pushing back, Annabelle leaned down and locked lips with Bridget for what ended up being a few kisses that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Pulling away again, Annabelle returned her attention to me. “If you can’t behave, pet, then I’m better off having fun with Bridget. Is that what you want?”
“I- I don’t know,” I mumbled. The response escaped my lips before I knew it. And it was the truth. Before, I had been trying to keep Bridget from landing the well paying tutoring job. That was it. But now, everything was so blurry. I was somehow Annabelle’s tutor and maid and pet, all of which overlapped in an impossible to follow way. And, despite how I knew in the back of my mind that I should just scoop up my bra and dart out of the suite, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
I was just where Bridget was, being given the kind of pleasure I barely knew how to give myself. It wasn’t fair for her to have Annabelle when I was the one who had been here longer and already put in so much work beyond just tutoring. I still had mixed feelings about the collar, cage, and pet-like orders, though I wasn’t necessarily opposed to exploring that dynamic, either. Just not when Bridget was here.
Annabelle was totally putting me on the spot. And, now that she could clearly see that I was torn, it was simple enough for her to nudge me in the right direction. “Last chance, Mere. What are you?”
Still blushing deeply, I replied barely more audibly than a whisper, “I’m your obedient pet . . . Ms. Annabelle.”
“Good girl,” Annabelle said, “Now, prove it. Drop your arms and don’t move a muscle.”
I didn’t obey right away. As usual, it took a moment of awkward justification. Annabelle had already seen my bare chest. However, Bridget being right there made everything more complicated. She had yet to look my way, as she was clearly content with the view of the redhead above her. At the same time, she only needed to turn her head and I’d be on display for her, too.
Annabelle’s casually judgmental comment from back in the bedroom was still replaying in the back of my mind as well. How my response to all this wasn’t very brave. Which was totally unfair, considering how Bridget was sprung on me like this. Even so, I was affected by it.
After a nervous swallow, I slowly removed my hands from my breasts. All the while, Annabelle was giving me an expectant look. She broke the brief silence by reminding me, “And what do you say, Mere?”
“ . . . Yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I murmured. Then, in slight disbelief I was actually going through with it, I lowered my arms.
