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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Fifteen
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 18:23:21 +0000 UTCBridget removed her skirt as slowly as she had stripped herself of her blouse. After taking care of the zipper, she gripped the waistband of the tight garment and began working it past her waist. The movements drew my attention to her breasts, which shifted and bounced slightly with every jerk of her arms. Not that much, making me more embarrassed that I noticed.
All the while, my fingers continued to trace and gently rub my outer lips. It wasn’t something I was even thinking about. My hand was just down there, and Bridget was annoyingly hot; I might’ve been the better mathematician, but she easily had the better curves between the two of us.
Once Bridget had the skirt past her hips, she turned around to give us a better show. Ever so slowly, her backside came into view as she bent over and lowered the skirt inch by inch, revealing the matching thong that did very little to conceal anything. I didn’t make any effort to hide my stare. That would have been okay with Bridget facing the opposite direction, but she wasn’t the only girl I was with right now.
“Is her ass better than mine?” Annabelle murmured in my ear.
Whether I said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or ‘I don’t know,’ I’d end up implying that I had checked out Annabelle’s ass. I gave a reluctant shake of my head, still not taking my eyes off Bridget’s thong-clad backside. Anything to avoid being chastised again, even if my body had a confusing reaction to such things. This was all too new to me–both the ‘lesbian’ aspect as well as how Annabelle was treating me–hesitantly curious as I was, I wasn’t about to seek out punishment on purpose.
“But you do like her ass?” she followed up with.
This time, I nodded, studying every inch of Bridget’s newly exposed self as Annabelle asked such a leading question. I was definitely damp from all of this, though it was impossible to sort out the ratios of which parts of it were turning me on. And, with my hand down there, it was only natural to continue touching myself in ways that further pushed me into a more lustful state.
Bridget was bent all the way over now, and stayed that way as she stepped out of her skirt, one foot at a time. Similar to what happened with her breasts, I couldn’t help but notice every little movement of her backside as she shifted her weight from side to side. Then she finally stood up, glancing over her shoulder and meeting my eyes while still flaunting this side of her body. “What do you think, Mere? Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” She looked at Annabelle with a playful smirk, “She had such a crush on me in high school.”
Umm, what? That wasn’t true at all! In fact, Bridget had just commented earlier about how she had no idea I was into girls. Then again, she might have been referring to the collar and everything revolving around it.
“She did?” Annabelle asked, “How do you know?”
“Because she was basically obsessed with me,” Bridget giggled, “Always staring, following me like a lost puppy to all my extracurriculars. Why do you think she ended up doing the whole math thing? It was obviously just to impress me.”
Not staring. Glaring. Either way, this was nonsense. Bridget already told Annabelle that she and I never got along.
Annabelle nodded. “That makes sense. No wonder Mere was doing that instead of learning how to be a good pet. Why didn’t you collar her back then?”
“Good question,” Bridget said, “So, Mere. How many times have you fingered yourself while thinking about me?”
I hadn’t! She knew full well the question was a total trap when denying it would potentially make things difficult for me, but making up some number would feed into the false history that had just been sprung on me. The number was technically zero, unless touching myself right now counted.
Before I could say anything, not that I had any idea what I would have said, Annabelle came to my ‘rescue’ in a teasing way. “Well, that’s not fair,” she said, “I’m sure it’s way too many to count. But now she doesn’t have to fuck herself to your social media pictures or whatever. She can have the real thing.”
“That’s right,” Bridget smiled. She took a step closer, reaching back to undo the clasp of her bra. “It’s not a fantasy any more, Mere. You can stare all you want and maybe, just maybe, I’ll even let you touch.”
“Speaking of touching, pet,” Annabelle said, as the duo easily bounced off each other, “You’re not doing that much, are you?” She reached over and placed her hand on the back of mine, with only the thin fabric of my underwear separating us. Guiding me in a vague circle that was definitely a more firm rub than what I had been doing before, she said, “Don’t be shy. Don’t you remember why you’re doing this?”
Right. This wasn’t even about my pleasure, despite how they were blatantly conditioning me into being further attracted to girls. This was simply ‘practice.’ Because while touching myself in a well lit room with a small audience was daunting in its own right, I still didn’t feel remotely prepared to do the same thing to Annabelle.
“Go on, Mere,” Bridget said, “We’re all lesbians here. And you’ve been so bold with your wardrobe; it’s only fair that at least one of us matches.” With that, she held her now loose bra against her chest for a moment, cupping both breasts to ensure that this latest step of her strip show was as slow and dramatic as the rest.
She gave herself a visible squeeze, meeting my eyes again as she began lowering the garment. By contrast, I could only hold our eye contact for so long before my gaze was naturally drawn downwards to what Bridget was revealing to me and the young redhead by my side.
