Girls Night In 19

"So what's this film about?" Grace asked, drying her hair in front of the bathroom mirror. She'd just showered with her friends and no, you fucking perverts, nothing kinky or even sexual happened as they cleaned themselves off. They spent most of the time talking and laughing about what happened in the previous few chapters.

"I don't know," Bree replied, dabbing some special moisturizer under her eyes. "Kayla just saw it with her cousins in Brazil. She says it's a must-see and that we'd really like it."

"So what's it called again?" Hannah asked, checking the bruise on her cheek.

"The Lure," Bree replied.

"The Lure," Hannah repeated, stretching out the 're' sound. She began drying her hair. "Sounds rapey."

Bree grabbed the hairdryer from Hannah's hands with and began drying Hannah's hair herself. "It probably is," she said, her brows lifting as she gave Hannah a pointed look. "The director and writer is a woman."

"Really!"

"Thought you'd come around to it, you secret lesbo freak."

"Hey, I'll meet you guys in bed, okay?" Grace said, hanging her towel on a rack.

"Yeah, we'll be right there," said Bree, shutting the door.

Bree pointed with her head toward the door. "Hey, are you two ever going to be a thing?"

"Nope, we like it just the way it is. Best friends with secret benefits," said Hannah, her hair flowing all over the place. "Besides, we're about to head off to college, and her parents are Vietnamese, my mom is born-again ever since the miscarriage. And deep down, she's into guys, even though she never talks about them. I don't want to hold her back."

"Aw, that's so sweet of you. Hey, how come you don't hang out with the lesbo crowd?"

"Half of them aren't actual lesbians, they're just scared of guys. The other half look like guys, which defeats the purpose of being a lesbian."

"Yeah, I don't get it," said Bree, squinching her face as she aimed the dryer at herself. "It's like being with a guy with a small dick."

"Exactly. And they don't shave, they think it's cool to smell like ass. I'd rather be friends with women I find feminine and attractive, not women who look and act like men."

Bree turned off the hairdryer and kissed Hannah on the head. "Thank you for the compliment, my secret lesbo friend."

Hannah smiled, watching Bree hang her towel. "I'll be in bed soon, I just need to moisturize." *** "Movie night!" Bree shrieked, throwing herself backward onto the center of the bed, arms and legs splaying out in a dramatic V.

"Ow, Bree, watch it," Grace said, flinching as a hand smacker her thigh.

"Sorry!" Bree said, craning her neck to look at her. "Ready to watch some fucked-up shit?"

"Mm," Grace murmured, finishing a text to her mom before putting her phone on the nightstand. "Are you sleeping naked?"

"Absofuckinglutely, my dear Grace," Bree declared, finding her way under the sheets. She kicked around for a moment before pulling them up to her chin. "Every inch of me is about to bask in these divine, five-star sheets."

Hannah pulled back the bedspread and slid in. "Bree, move over so I can be next to Grace."

"Secret lovers, that's who we are..." Bree sang in an exaggerated falsetto, scooting over as Hannah climbed over her.

"Shut--up," Hannah said, settling in beside Grace.

Grace pulled off her shirt. "Well, since you're naked too, I guess I might as well."

"All of it, Grace," Bree said, making a 'come on' gesture with her fingers.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Bree, you'd totally be a creepy dude if you were a guy."

"You betcha," Bree shot back, "with a nine-inch cock and a fan club."

"Here you go, creepy dude," Grace said, tossing her panties at Bree, landing them on her face.

Bree took an exaggerated sniff before flinging them aside. "You smell amazing, Grace."

"What do I smell like?"

"Mint?"

Hannah groaned, sliding deeper under the covers. "Alright, you two. Let's get the fucked-up movie of the year on."

The room dimmed as the TV lit up, the opening credits of The Lure playing over an eerie, dreamlike synth melody.

"Okay, so... are these mermaids or sirens?" Grace asked, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

"Both," Bree replied, twisting the cap off a tiny bottle of vodka. "They lure you in, then eat you. Like my ex."

"Your ex didn't eat you," Hannah said flatly.

"Not the way I wanted, anyway," Bree quipped, tossing an empty bottle onto the nightstand, grabbing another one.

The girls watched in silence while Golden and Silver--the mermaid sisters--emerged from the ocean and joined a nightclub act. Bree interjected.

"Okay, but why does the guy just... accept that they're mermaids?" she asked, pointing at the screen. "If I saw a fish tail, I'd call Animal Control."

"It's Poland in the '80s," Grace said, cracking open a tiny bottle of whiskey. "They probably have bigger issues than magical fish women."

Hannah chuckled, tearing open a mini tequila. "Like mullets and bad neon fashion."

The film went on, diving into the sisters' transformation into humans. The nightclub scene launched into a sultry musical number.

"Wait, it's a musical too?" Grace said, sitting upright. "This is so weird."

"Yeah but look at her!" Bree exclaimed, motioning toward Silver's glittery dress as she danced. "If I was a guy, I'd totally risk getting eaten."

"Bree, you are that guy," Hannah teased, downing her tequila. "You've said it like ten times tonight."

"Fair point," Bree said, grabbing another mini bottle.

As the mermaids seduced their victims, the violence became more graphic. Silver ripped open a man's throat with her teeth.

"Holy shit," Grace said, wincing. "That's intense."

"I love her," Bree said, eyes wide, taking a sip from a tiny rum bottle. "She's my idol."

"Your idol is a man-eating mermaid?" Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Duh. She knows what she wants and takes it. Can't fault her for that."

Grace shivered. "I don't think I'll ever look at seafood the same way again."

The film shifted as Silver began falling in love with a human boy, while Golden grew jealous and violent. The tension in the plot mirrored the haunting music playing in the background.

"Wait, is this turning into a love triangle?" Bree asked, sitting up. "I thought this was about eating yummy people."

"It's an artsy European movie," Hannah said. "There's always a love triangle."

Grace frowned, swirling the last drops of whiskey in her bottle. "He's kind of a dick, though. Why does she like him?"

"Because she's young and stupid," said Bree. "Or maybe she's just horny. Either way, relatable."

The climactic scene arrived: Silver's surgery to remove her tail to become fully human. The screen filled with unsettling visuals of blood and flashing lights.

"Jesus," Grace muttered, covering her eyes. "This is brutal."

"It's like The Little Mermaid, but on crack," Bree said, leaning forward, her bottle forgotten in her hand. "Do you think she'll survive?"

"Survive for what," Hannah said. "That boy isn't worth it."

"Agreed," Grace said, peeking through her fingers. "Guys are overrated."

Bree gasped dramatically. "Except me, right?"

"You're barely a person," Hannah deadpanned.

The movie ended in tragedy, with Silver's sacrifice and Golden's violent revenge on the humans. The credits rolled as the girls sat in stunned silence.

"Well," Grace said finally, "that was... a lot."

"I loved it," Bree declared, stretching out on the bed. "The blood, the music, the trauma. Ten out of ten."

"Of course you did," Hannah said, shaking her head. "You're the target audience for weird and fucked up."

Grace sighed, placing her empty bottle onto the nightstand. "I need something happy after that. Like a Disney movie."

"Or a make-out session?" Bree said, her anticipating eyes darting back and forth between Hannah and Grace. "And can I watch?"

Hannah glanced at Grace, who winked as she lay on her side--head propped on one hand, elbow sunk into the mattress like a model in a magazine spread.

"Alright Gracie," Hannah said, rolling her onto her back and settling on top of her. Grace let out a soft laugh, her hands finding Hannah's waist as warmth spread between them.

"Aw yeah," Bree said, switching off the TV. "Who needs the porn channel when the show's live?"

Their mouths met with what started as a tender and teasing kiss, deepening into something yearning. Grace's fingers tangled Hannah's hair, pulling her closer as memories of the day before surfaced in her mind.

Bree watched, shifting beneath the sheets. "You two are so hot." Grace hummed in relief, her skin tingling as Hannah's mouth trailed down her neck and over her collarbone before finally capturing a tit.

"Are you sure you want me to watch?" Bree asked, scooting closer.

Grace moaned, turning to look at Bree with bedroom eyes. "Do you want to join?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Bree leaned in, her lips capturing Grace's in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. Hannah's tongue continued its teasing over Grace's nipple, while her fingers caressed lower, searching until they found the slick warmth of her folds. Bree's hand followed, sliding down Grace's body to meet Hannah's between Grace's thighs. Grace gasped into Bree's mouth, overwhelmed by the symphony of lips, tongue, and touch covering her.

"Hannah, Bree," Grace breathed, her body trembling. "Tie me up."

Hannah looked up, her brow furrowing. "What? You were just tied up a few hours ago--and you weren't happy about it."

Grace's voice was soft, almost a whisper. A plea. "Please?"

Bree was already on it, returning to bed with a pair of pantyhose. "Help me, Hannah."

Bree took one wrist, pulling it above Grace's head, and Hannah mirrored the action with the other. Bree pulled back the bedsheets to reveal all three women in their nakedness. Grace laid center stage, her wrists now fastened to the headboard. "This is hot," Bree said, her lips brushing over the curve of Grace's breast before closing around her nipple. Her hand slid lower, stroking Grace's vulva with steady soft movements. Hannah did the same on her side, fingers slipping in next to Bree's. Hannah traced slow circles over Grace's clitoris, her touch light and deliberate, while Bree slid two fingers inside, exploring her.

Waves of sensation surged through Grace, her body arching as fragmented memories of being tied up the day before--Dr. Lester having his way with her--flashed through her mind. But this moment was different. This was hers, a reclamation of control even with her hands bound. Her body tensed, every muscle taut as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

Grace trembled, letting out sobbing cries when her tension snapped. Hannah's mouth covered hers, swallowing the ragged sounds in a consuming kiss. Fingers continued to move between Grace's folds, their touch softening with every stroke as the final waves ebbed. After several long breaths, their heartbeats beating as one, Hannah and Bree eased off Grace, exchanging a glance.

Hannah climbed over Grace, pushing Bree onto her back. Her hands trailed down Bree's sides as she turned around and straddled her. Bree's hands gripped Hannah's hips, guiding them until her pussy met Bree's eager tongue. Hannah's hands slid over Bree's thighs, spreading them apart. She pressed soft kisses along Bree's inner thighs before her tongue found its mark, the two of them settling into a perfect sixty-nine.

Their tongues moved in sync, exploring each other with matching rhythms. Bree's fingers bit into Hannah's undulating hips, pulling them closer to her mouth. Hannah's grip on Bree's trembling thighs tightened, spreading them wider. Muffled moans filled the room, a harmony of pleasure that Grace tried to visualize in musical notation as she studied the scene with studious curiosity, wondering about the neurophysiology of lesbian sexual pleasure.

Back in world normal, Bree's toes curled, her legs pressing into the mattress before letting go, kicking out and then kicking again and again as she shrieked out her release, her tongue digging deeper and wilder into Hannah. Hannah's release followed, her groans turning into cries as her hips twitched with each lap of Bree's tongue.

Catching her breath, Bree turned to Grace. "Got time for another round?" she asked, her eyes fluttering. "I've always wanted to taste you."

Grace nodded, her cheeks rising.

"Bree, you've got to be the horniest virgin slut in Georgia," said Hannah, rolling off Bree.

"I can't help it," said Bree, climbing on top of Grace, looking down at her with a wide grin. "Grace, you have no idea how irresistible you are."

Irresistible, Grace considered, as Bree's tongue explored her breasts. She had always felt like the dowdy one in her group of friends. Her brother called her ugly all the time, her mother always asking why she's so fat and her nostrils so big, pinching them shut. Boys mostly ignored her, gravitating toward Bree, Hannah, and Kayla instead. She'd never been envious about it, more fascinated by how her friends attracted them with such confident ease.

Irresistible, me? she wondered, as Bree's tongue trailed her down her tummy. But none of them ever asked me out.

"Can't believe we've never done this," said Bree, pressing soft bites into Grace's skin as she moved lower. Finding the folds, she licked around them before tracing a light, lazy line between them. Grace's hips quivered, her moans rising as Bree's tongue pressed deeper into her most sensitive spot. Hannah joined, kissing Grace on the mouth.

If I really am irresistible, then am I responsible for what happened to me? she asked herself. Was I raped because I'm irresistible, and not because I'm a woman who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Bree continued, adding flicks to the mix. Grace's wrists strained against the ties, fingers aching to grip and pull Hannah closer, as she had the night before. The powerlessness to satisfy her yearning sharpened every sensation. Her thighs tensed, then buckled, Bree lapping her mild mint-flavored juices as Grace choked cries into Hannah's mouth.

"Jeez, how much mint do you eat?" said Bree, smacking her lips. "Don't tell Kayla this, but yours is like the best tasting pussy I've ever had."

"Told you so," said Hannah, tracing circles on Grace's heaving tummy.

Grace blinked, as if just waking from a dream. "A lot, I guess," she answered, settling into her breath. "I mean, my mom grows it all over the house and garden. And can someone untie me, please?"

Hannah rolled over to untie her. The moment Grace's arms fell free, she lunged, catching Hannah off guard. In a swift motion, she pushed Hannah onto her back and straddled her fast. Her hands clamped Hannah's wrists, pinning them above her head. Grace's strength was startling, her grip firm and unrelenting. Hannah didn't resist--whether out of shock or something else, she wasn't sure.

She was surprised by the fervor of Grace's tongue entering her mouth, its desperate movements making Hannah lose her breath. Hannah arched under her as she tried to make sense of feeling caught by the one she loved more than anyone else. Grace's tongue became violent as she twisted nylon around Hannah's wrists, wringing them together tight.

Bree watched perched on her haunch, trying to not say anything as her fingers found her folds, stroking in between.

Grace took a good look at Hannah's vulnerable form before she lowered onto her, licking a nipple a few times before biting down on it, just as Dr. Lester had with her own. Hannah let out a cry at the pain, the sound fading into pleasurable moans as tongue slow brushed her nipple over and over.

Grace moved lower in the same manner Dr. Lester had with her, tongue sliding hard down Hannah's body until it found her pussy. Her tongue pressed against it, lifting through it just as Dr. Lester had done with hers. Hannah shuddered with each stroke, her feet pushing deeper into the bed, hips lifting.

Bree's fingers moved faster between her folds, gasping as she watched Grace's tongue drive Hannah into rabid movements.

"Gracie," Hannah yelled, the headboard banging as she tried to free her arms out of her restraints, toes curling and face wincing. "Grace," she screamed. Bree shuddered at the sound and sight of Hannah's release, her fingers slowing when the pulses ended.

"That was amazing," said Bree, collapsing onto the bed.

Grace untied Hannah, still gasping and delirious. The two exchanged a tender kiss before nestling into each other. Bree pulled the sheets over them as she curled in onto the two, her leg tangling with theirs. Their breaths gradually synced into a slow and heavy chord, bodies softening into the bed as the room went dark.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you three."

"Lame, Bree."

They giggled one last time before drifting to sleep.