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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Sixteen
🕑 Added 2025-01-29 03:24:55 +0000 UTCBridget’s boobs were annoyingly attractive.
That was my first thought as her chest fully came into view. She was one of those girls who was slender yet curvy, which absolutely wasn’t fair to girls like me who had always been on the smaller side across the board. I wasn’t that small, but was certainly lacking when comparing myself to Bridget and Annabelle.
“You’re staring, Mere,” Bridget called me out.
I really was. My eyes were practically glued to her bare breasts thanks to the casually seductive way she had stripped herself. “Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing away and blushing at how the submissive apology so naturally slipped from my lips.
“Why are you apologizing, pet?” Annabelle asked. Her hand was still on the back of mine, and she scooted over until our bare legs were pressed together. Turning towards me, shifting her body so she could lean in and whisper in my ear, she quietly said, “You can look, Meredith. Go on.” The side of her bra-clad breast was gently resting against my own bare chest, and she once again guided me to rub myself below.
To someone else, this might have felt like a dream come true. Two scantily clad girls, so effortlessly working together to seduce me. For me, it was a little more complicated than that. I couldn’t deny that I was somewhat damp from all of this, which wasn’t just from touching myself down there. But also, Bridget was the last girl I ever expected to be with in a context like this, and this whole ‘lesbian’ thing was still so new, and we were in the middle of Annabelle’s well lit living room, and I was collared! It was a lot.
Tentatively returning my gaze to Bridget’s bare chest, getting way more of an eyeful than I would in the locker room where I kept to myself and ignored the various levels of nudity around me, I willed myself to keep my sight trained on her body when the impulse was still to look away after a few seconds.
“Say something, Mere,” Annabelle murmured. She remained intimately close to me, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke, “She stripped for you. Do you like what you see?”
“Maybe she needs a better view,” Bridget said. Apparently Annabelle’s words weren’t just for me; despite the background music and the soft tone of the redhead’s voice, Bridget heard everything. One slow step at a time, Bridget approached the sofa until I could make out every little detail of her chest that I continued to check out; I honestly wasn’t sure whether it was because Annabelle had told me to, or if I subconsciously wanted to look.
She had a small freckle on her right breast, and her nipples were small and perky from the temperature of her newfound exposure and/or from how this experience was turning her on. Not that I could judge her for the latter, if that was the case. It belatedly dawned on me that I was idly rubbing myself without Annabelle’s assistance. The softness and warmth of the redhead pressing against me, paired with Bridget’s confident exposure, and I was more sexually warmed up than I expected.
Still whispering in my ear, Annabelle dictated, “You’re so fucking sexy, Ms. Bridget.”
I tensed up, entirely unsure whether it was out of awkwardness or reluctant pleasure. Was I really this submissive? The leather accessory locked around my neck felt particularly tight as I said the words to Bridget’s boobs. “You’re, umm- You’re so fucking sexy . . . ” Trailing off, as I had never been great at dirty talk, not to mention how addressing my former rival in such a way was humiliating, I meekly echoed the last two words, “ . . . Ms. Bridget.”
“More sexy than Annabelle?” Bridget asked.
I wasn’t so focused on her chest that I missed her smirk, though I could have guessed she was making such an expression based on the smugness in her tone. Either way, the taunting question was as much of a trap as when Annabelle had asked something similar about Bridget’s ass when Bridget had made a show of bending over earlier. No matter how I answered, one of the two girls would have a problem with my choice.
Going with my gut, I gave a small shake of my head. Though they seemed to be working in tandem, this was still Annabelle’s place and Annabelle was the one who first made me submit. Between Annabelle and Bridget, it was more important to keep the former happy.
. . . That, and Annabelle was the hotter girl.
Bridget scoffed. “Rude. Maybe I should put my clothes back on.”
I was ashamed when my internal reaction was disappointment at the suggestion. What happened to the logical Meredith who knew what was best for herself? I should’ve been relieved that Bridget was ‘threatening’ to be less explicit with what she was flaunting, even if she probably wouldn’t follow through with it.
“Maybe Meredith should get to work,” Annabelle countered. She shifted to kiss my neck, on the upper side that wasn’t blocked by the collar. Inch by inch, she worked her way back up to my ear, planting soft kisses along the way. By the time she was back in her original position, my hand was once again idly rubbing of its own accord. “Go on, pet. You can’t get me off until you remind yourself what you like.”
Fuck. I had completely forgotten about the bigger picture amidst all of this. Pleasuring myself with an audience was daunting enough, but fingering Annabelle? Just thinking about slipping my hand down her dark lingerie and . . . I forced myself to stop thinking about it, focusing instead on my own womanhood as my gaze remained trained on Bridget’s bare chest.
This would be so much easier if I could just close my eyes and settle into a rhythm. While no one had told me that I couldn’t do that, it didn’t take much to read between the lines. Bridget was standing right in front of me, and I was clearly expected to continue staring at her nearly naked body as I worked myself towards more than whatever passive warmth I was currently feeling.
Lesbian. That’s what Annabelle said that I was. Apparently there was no room for a spectrum when it came to her games.
I could only stall for so long. That, and it was getting difficult to keep myself in check when I was visually stimulated by Bridget and physically stimulated by both Annabelle and my own hand.
After a shaky inhale, I gave myself a firm rub before finally slipping two of my fingers inside myself.
