I was rubbing my thighs together, staring dreamily with hooded eyes through the sun-pierced window of the train. I exhaled shakily as another delightful ripple of pleasure moved through me.
The window snapped into the darkness of a tunnel, and in the mirror-like glass I saw the man sitting across from me glance up, then back down to his laptop. I'd forgotten about him, immersed in my luscious memory. Mortified, I stopped the tiny, rhythmic squeezes and buried my attention in my phone screen, heart racing.
I wondered if he suspected me of--my mind searched for words for what I had been doing and I slunk deeper down in the comfy train seat, face hot. If he looked up now, and saw my face this scarlet, he would have to wonder. I looked out the window again, and tried to plunge my brain into the fresh glinting water of the river. Don't think about anything sexy, don't think about anything sexy. Crows. Trees.
Flora had another rehearsal, after rehearsal. Yara and May had evening classes. Technically so did Natalie, but she was definitely skipping it, because she and Faith were standing on the stoop of our building. Natalie was getting her keys out, Faith was rustling through her bag, I was standing nervously a step below them both.
They had been waiting for me outside of my last class, one falling in on either side of me. In the crush of the subway, I'd stayed obediently close, anticipation growing inside of me, my breath quick and shallow.
The scene in the bathroom had been replaying itself in my head all day, making concentration impossible. Every step I took with my two friends felt like a step closer to something that made my knees weak and shaky with desire and nerves.
Nat got the door open and led us both up the familiar seven flights of stairs to her apartment. I knew her mom wouldn't be home from work for hours. We went in and just as we always did, hung our bags in the coat closet and went straight to Natalie's room.
Natalie sat on her bed, smirking at me. Faith turned and stood, looking at me with narrowed, appraising eyes. I stood with my back to the door and waited for them to tell me what to do, my pulse racing, my breath coming in little pants.
"Maddy," Natalie said, and my attention fastened onto her like I was thirst and she was water. "Tell us, right now. What do you want?"
"I--What?" I said, a little stupidly.
"Tell us what you want to happen here."
My mind was a hot muddle. I opened my mouth, then closed it. What did I want? My body was a hurricane of sensation, of thrumming nerve endings. There were vortexes of anticipation storming under my skin. I was crackling with forbidden hopes and suppressed longings. I felt like I had been led to the edge of a precipice that I had no words for, then had a pop-quiz sprung on me. I was seized with sudden doubt. What if what I thought was happening wasn't actually happening?
"I--I want you t-to--" I stammered, then trailed off, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"She's so cute when she's flustered," said Faith to Natalie, not taking her eyes off me, with a little smirk.
I flushed red for the umpteenth time that day.
"Maybe," responded Natalie, "she can't tell us what she wants because it's too much for her empty, pretty, little head."
A warm shiver rippled from my ears to my toes, and I let out a shallow breath that was almost a pant. How could something so demeaning feel so good? Why was I like this?
There was an unmistakable glint in her eye as she saw the effect her words had on me. "Is that what it is, Maddy?"
What had she even asked me? I managed a plaintive nod.
"Here's what I think you want, Maddy," said Natalie, saying each word carefully. My heart was thudding almost painfully hard in my ribs. "I think you want to come over here."
I took a stumbling step towards the bed before Natalie held up her hand.
"Not like that." Natalie's green eyes glittered. "I think you want to do it on your knees, don't you Maddy?"
I sank down immediately, so quickly that Faith and Natalie laughed at my eagerness. My face burned.
"Well, then?" Natalie said archly.
I closed my eyes, my breath coming in rapid, little gasps. Then I began to crawl.
The train raced through another tunnel of abrupt darkness, before flying again into the sunlight. I squirmed in my seat. Even without checking, I could tell that the gusset of my panties was soaked through.
I crawled towards the bed on my hands and knees, my body spreading with soft, luscious, feathery waves of heat, my mind melting. It only took a few movements to cross the small bedroom, but felt like it took forever.
Natalie watched me from the bed. Faith looked down at me from where she leaned against the dresser. I felt the almost physical heat of their gazes on my body. I came to a stop, on my knees, directly in front of Natalie's crossed legs. My eyes were lowered. It took a long time to raise them to the level of hers.
She looked at me hungrily. "Strip."
I was in no state to tease. I almost tangled myself in my own hair in my eagerness to shuck my tank top and bra. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my skirt and, rising, I dropped it and my panties at the same time.
Natalie patted her thigh. "Come up here and put that cute ass over my lap."
As soon as I stepped closer, she seized me by the hair, close to my head. Immediately, I went weak in the knees, like a puppet with its strings cut. She easily drew me towards her and maneuvered me by the head to lay down lengthwise across her lap, so that my face was in the duvet cover.
I was trembling with excitement as she handled me, hyper-aware of the power dynamic created by my nakedness, in contrast to my two fully clothed friends. The tightness of her grip had the reverse effect on my body--I melted, became endlessly pliable.
Natalie didn't let go of my hair, but she did let me turn my head so that only half my face was muffled by the bed. I sighed as she traced her nails lightly down one of my butt cheeks and up the other, then squeaked as she spanked each one a few times, playfully.
All I could see in my whole field of vision was the duvet cover, and Faith, who had approached and knelt down by the edge of the bed, close to my face. She caught and held my gaze just as Natalie's spanking hand crept between my legs. Faith looked me over quite smugly as Natalie stroked my pussy lips. I mewled, then blushed furiously.
"She's soaking my lap," Natalie remarked to Faith, and my face heated even more.
Tightening the fist in my hair, Natalie yanked my head back and sank her finger into me. I quaked and moaned, then whined as it withdrew. Faith and Natalie giggled at me.
"Look, she can't even help herself."
I gasped as Natalie's finger dipped back into me and curled in a 'come hither' motion. My eyelids fluttered heavily as waves of mind-blanketing pleasure rolled through me. Faith was leaning in, her hungry eyes searching my face.
All my thoughts seemed to be suspended in thick, warm honey. Natalie's finger withdrew again and I arched my back and tried to follow it with my hips. I trembled, my ass lifted off her lap and extended as far as I could. I felt her fingers just barely teasing my lower lips and whined again.
Natalie adjusted her grip in my hair. "Use your words, Maddy. Ask for what you want."
