Hello,
If you've stuck with me until now, thanks. I won't say much about this part. Enjoy.
Caring&Demanding
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In the following weeks, Elise would show up more often than not on the nights that Lynn stayed at Neil's. After the first embarrassment, Lynn wouldn't be caught dead in another hoodie. She spent more time picking outfits than she ever did for a night out clubbing. Whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but wonder what Elise would wear that night, and then she'd look at herself another time. She might not have the elegant, seductive vibe of a beauty like Elise, but what man wouldn't want a piece of her?
One night, she'd worn a sweater that fell down one shoulder, exposing her smooth skin. She wore nothing but a little tube top and a tiny pair of hotpants underneath, both of them invisible under her loose sweater. Anyone who saw her would wonder: is she wearing anything underneath? What if I grab that sweater and pull it over her head, will I get to touch and see her supple little body?
Elise had grinned when she'd walked into the living room, and Lynn squeaked when the room turned dark in front of her, her sight blocked by her own sweater.
"I knew you wouldn't dare."
"Elise!"
"I still like it though."
"Let go!"
The smile on Elise's face after she let go turned the blush on Lynn's cheek a deeper red. "I like the way you think, Lynn. Maybe I should try it next week." She glanced at Neil. "Would you like that?"
"I'd have to arrest you for indecent exposure."
"With cuffs?"
Neil rolled his eyes. "Only if you resist arrest."
"Is that right?" Elise grabbed Lynn and gave her a quick hug. "You're my lucky charm, Lynn." She let go of Lynn and took Neil's hand. "Come on, let's go. I'm hungry."
Neil chuckled while they left the room. He cast a glance over his shoulder and winked at Lynn, "You do look pretty."
And just like that, Lynn was alone again. These short few minutes were always the highlight of her evening. She sighed and threw her bookbag on the dining table, might as well study if there was nothing else to do. Her feet changed direction towards the kitchen. She had to continue her raid on Neil's tasty snacks first though, that was only natural.
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True to her word, Elise showed up at Neil's place in a sweater that showed off one of her smooth, tan shoulders, but the neckline hadn't slipped far enough to expose much of her cleavage. Still, there was no hiding the swell of her full breasts. High heels accentuated her well-shaped legs, and Lynn felt her mouth dry out as she wondered if she'd really done it. Her hands itched to return last week's favor, but she didn't dare to.
Elise smiled at Lynn's hot gaze on her. "Do you want to see?"
Her hands grabbed her sweater, and as she bunched more and more fabric together, the once loose sweater tightened a fraction at a time, and Lynn swallowed when Elise's smooth thighs peeked out at her.
"Just kidding." Elise let go of her sweater and in one fluent move, she lifted her hand and flicked Lynn's forehead.
The girl startled and reached up to rub the sore spot. "Why'd you do that?"
"Because you need to get your mind out of the gutter."
"What gutter? I wasn't thinking anything bad."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm into guys."
"So am I."
"Then why are you giving me a show?"
"Why are you watching?" Elise moved closer to Lynn and glanced to the side to see if they were still alone. Her voice turned into a husky whisper, "If you're curious, don't go home tonight."
She turned and walked away with a smile on her lips, shouting for Neil to hurry.
Lynn watched Elise go, her eyes glued to the hem of her sweater. What did Elise want from her? Lynn looked at her schoolbooks on the dining table and shook her head, she couldn't focus right now. How could she have ever thought Elise wasn't bad? She was the worst, the devil.
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Lynn startled awake when the front door to Neil's house slammed shut. She'd turned off the lights in the living room and played on her phone, and at some point she drifted off to sleep. Her arms lifted in the air as she stretched her body, but the groan she wanted to let out stuck in her throat when a body thumped against the wall. More noises followed, intimate noises she couldn't help but recognize.
Lynn froze and stared at the door. Should she say something? Turn on the lights so they knew she was there? What if she didn't, and they came into the room and found her gaping at them, how awkward would that be? But wouldn't interrupting them be even worse?
Seconds ticked by, and Lynn's heart raced in her chest. She jumped off the couch and hid behind a nearby cupboard. They wouldn't see her here if they came in, and the kitchen door was open, so she could slip away and then escape through the hallway.
Crouched behind the cupboard, all she could do was wait and listen.
"Is that enough, officer?"
"No, I'm still taking you upstairs."
"Look, you've seen and touched everything. What more do you want?"
"You'll see."
"At least get rid of the cuffs."
"And what if I do?"
"I'll use my hands on you."
"You think that's enough?"
"Don't push it!"
"The cuffs stay on. Come on, up the stairs."
"And I have to go first so you can look up my sweater? You perv."
"It's protocol, and if you'd put on some proper clothes, you wouldn't be in this situation."
"Screw you, I told you everything else was in the laundry."
"And I'm supposed to believe a slut like you?"
"Don't call me that."
"Move."
"You're a cop, you can't take advantage of me like this!"
"Do you want a clean record, or do you want to get charged for resisting arrest on top of indecent exposure?"
The two of them kept bickering as they climbed the stairs, and Lynn listened wide-eyed. They were roleplaying? And was Elise really cuffed? Was she really naked under that sweater? Did she go to an actual restaurant dressed like that? Holy shit.
The hallway had turned quiet again, but Lynn still hadn't moved from her spot. All she had to do was grab her shoes, punch in the code, and leave, but she couldn't do it. She kept wondering: what are they doing now?
Should she go home, or should she sneak up and listen? A wave of heat flashed through Lynn's body. She want to do more than just listen, she wanted to see everything, but what if they caught her? How would she ever explain that? She couldn't, she'd die of shame, but then why had Elise told her to stay if she was curious? She must've known how the night would turn out. If a beautiful, experienced woman like her couldn't drive a man crazy dressed like that...
She'd known Neil was a sure thing, and that's why Elise told her to stay. She'd even winked at her. Lynn swallowed and looked up. She had to know. Energy rushed through her entire body while she slinked towards the hallway. Everything was dark, and her bare feet were silent on the stone staircase.
Lynn froze near the top of the stairs. There was light. She laid herself down on the last steps and peeked around the corner. The bedroom door was open, and Elise stood in the center of the doorframe, her sweater bunched around her wrists, behind her back. The warm light blurred the edges of her naked back, and Lynn could just see the outline of Elise's full breast, a hard nub poked out and capped the tempting curve.
"Why did you open the door?"
"I don't trust you, I want to know I have a way out."
"It's not like I'll keep you here after I'm done with you."
"I don't believe you. Leave it open, or I'll bite you."
"Leave it open then, fine. Now get face down on the bed."
"Why?"
"You'd rather I punish your tits?"
"What, you fucking me isn't enough punishment?"
"I decide what's enough, not you. Lie down."
"Fine, but don't leave any marks."
"If I don't leave any marks, how will you learn your lesson? Just shut up and take it like a good slut."
"I'm not a slut!"
"We'll see."
Elise kept struggling, but her voice turned muffled. Neil must've shoved her face into the bed, but Lynn couldn't tell from where she was, she had to move closer. A sharp snap cleaved through the silence, and the moan that followed melted Lynn's fear away. She had to see, now.
On hands and knees, Lynn crawled closer, keeping to the dark until she reached the edge of the light. Any further and they'd spot her right away. Lynn looked, and she couldn't see everything, but she could see Elise's ass and legs, could tell how her cheeks darkened with every harsh slap that Neil landed on her. Elise's thighs glistened with jucies, and Lynn pressed her little fist between her own legs at the sight.
The more Lynn saw, the more she had to fight to keep her hand out of her panties. She didn't dare move when Neil rolled Elise further up the bed, away from her line of sight. All she could do was listen, tense and horny, but she couldn't risk play with herself and letting go of that thin thread of control.
That was the plan at least, but the hand between her legs rubbed her clit harder than expected, and the little nub pulsed under the constant pressure. Her other hand twisted and pinched her nipples through her top. She couldn't help but sway as her hips pushed back against her naughty hand.
A clang broke through the silence in the dark hallway, and Lynn startled. She let out a soft gasp when a set of handcuffs scraped across the floor and ended up in front of her. A pair of light brown eyes stared right at her. Lynn froze. Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me!
Elise winked, and a shock shot through Lynn. She crawled backwards as fast as she could without making a sound, not even appreciating the view of Elise's beautiful body. She had to get out of here! A wink didn't have to mean anything, and neither did the cuffs, Elise could just be guessing. There was no way she saw her.
Lynn reached the stairs and then sneaked down, careful not to make the slightest noise. She grabbed her stuff and then punched in the code for the alarm. After she eased the front door into its lock, Lynn leaned back against it, and the breath she'd for so long burst from her mouth.
She kept seeing that wink in her head. Did Elise know she was there? If she did, would she tell Neil? What if she knew, but she didn't tell Neil? Neil had told her about the blackmail, maybe she wouldn't mind getting in on the fun. Or maybe Elise would tell Neil, and they'd be waiting for an explanation the next time she came over.
What would she say? How would she ever get out of there without spilling the beans? There was no way she could hide how turned on the whole thing made her. She'd been sopping wet, still was. If she hadn't been afraid of them finding her...
The entire way home, Lynn couldn't calm down. She rushed to her bedroom, buried herself under her duvet, and then squeezed her eyes shut as she replayed everything she'd seen and heard in her head, only this time she didn't have to hold back. She came hard, more than once.
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Ever since she'd bolted from Neil's house, Lynn didn't dare open her mouth when she stayed over. Neil acted the same as always, but whenever Elise's gaze fell on her, Lynn couldn't help but look away, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wouldn't show.
She wanted to forget what she'd done, but every time she entered the house, the first thing she saw was the stairs. Her eyes would climb up, and from there her mind would take over, and she'd have to make herself hurry along to the living room.
It didn't help that she hadn't had sex ever since she broke up with Jareth. Elise didn't help either, there was just something about her, some kind of spark that Lynn wanted for herself. What was it? Maybe it was the charm of a woman in love, or maybe it had something to do with the man she loved.
Elise and Neil stayed in for a few evenings after Lynn's little adventure. They didn't pay much attention to her, but she did the opposite. She watched how Elise settled down when Neil stroked her hair. One time, she poked his stomach, and Neil grabbed her wrist and pressed it against her side. Elise squirmed and wrestled until she could reach high enough to kiss Neil's neck and whisper in his ear. Neil cast a quick glance at Lynn, and she just knew that if she hadn't been there, he'd have dragged Elise into his lap and...
Before Lynn could even start fantasizing, the two of them had already stood up. They drove off and disappeared. What did Elise tell him? Lynn wanted to know, no, she needed to know. Her body burned for release, and the more 'subtle' the two of them were about it, the worse it got, until she couldn't take it anymore.
Whatever it took, Neil was going to fuck her. She might not be Elise, but she had her own tricks.
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