Trust Me

Drake woke Rachel, it was close to 11AM. She saw that he had neatly folded her clothes and put them on the bedside chair. A pair of yoga pants and a cutoff sleeveless t-shirt were piled next to them. He said, "I thought these clothes might be more comfortable, I think they'll fit you."

She stood, naked, and unselfconsciously reached for the pants. "Where are my panties?" she asked.

Drake pulled the red thong out of his pocket, smelled the crotch and said, "I'm keeping them as a souvenir," before he returned them to the shorts he was wearing.

Rachel blushed and said, "OK mister, how about my bra?"

Drake pulled it out of a bedside drawer and replied, "I don't want you wearing one this afternoon."

Rachel put on the cropped sleeveless T shirt. The word "Baracas" (his rugby team) was emblazoned on the front. It stopped just below her breasts. The arm holes were large. She blushed to realize how much of her would be on display.

She reached up to give Drake a kiss. Drake grinned and felt himself thicken when he saw that the t-shirt rose with her arms to display half of her luscious breasts.

"Goodness I'll need to be careful wearing this," Rachel self-consciously opined.

"What are we doing today?" she asked.

"I'm going to feed you brunch and drop you at Nicole's so you two can catch up and then come to our rugby game. You're wearing one of the team shirts!"

"That sounds wonderful," Rachel gushed, "I'm in!"

Drake led her to the kitchen, and she sat as he prepared a cup of coffee for her and scrambled some eggs with onions and cheese. He put the mess on a tortilla for her and made another for himself. The meal was delicious and filling.

"Not your typical Montana fare," Drake said, and Rachel agreed. When they'd both finished, he walked her to his jeep. They drove to Nicole's. The top was down so they couldn't easily converse, but Rachel caught Drake's eyes looking often at her. The bumpy road made her breasts move under the loose t-shirt. It made her a little self-conscious, but she also felt free.

When they got to Nicole's, Drake walked Rachel up to the door, and when Nicole opened it, he gave Rachel a deep kiss and said, "Nicole knows the routine--we'll see you after the game!" He handed Nicole a wooden box, and said, "This is for Rachel, for later." Nicole smiled knowingly and quickly put the box away.

Nicole pulled Rachel into her living room. "How are you, sweetie?" she asked. Rachel smiled and just said, "Good."

Nicole looked at her more closely and said, "Just good, huh? You look well fucked to me!" Rachel blushed, lowered her eyes, and nodded.

"How many times?" she asked. Rachel thought back--it had felt in some ways like one continuous orgasm from the moment she first laid on Drake's bed.

"Eight," she guessed.

"My god," Nicole breathed, "The man is a monster. "

"No, Nicole, I wanted it. He was gentle with me."

"I know he's a big guy honey, were you able to handle him?"

Rachel smiled and said, "Yes, completely." Despite Nicole's probing she refused more details.

Nicole approved of Rachel's wardrobe, though she did say, "Don't you want a bra with that t-shirt? It's pretty revealing."

Rachel said, "Drake told me not to wear one."

Nicole observed, "You like it when a man takes control, don't you, sweetie?" Rachel worried her lower lip a bit and nodded.

"That got you into a little trouble at school I remember. I had to rescue you from a couple of men who turned out not to be very nice." Nicole remembered. "Do you know anything about dominants and submissives?"

Rachel said, "I've read a little about it."

"If you want to explore that side of yourself with Drake, I think he is comfortable with having a dominant role with you," Nicole remarked.

Rachel felt a surge of heat and murmured, "I know."

Changing subjects, Nicole exclaimed, "Well, if you're going to wear that kind of t-shirt--I will too!"

Rachel asked if she could borrow panties. Nicole's eyebrows arched as she wondered what happened to the ones Rachel had the night before. She found a green thong and gave it to Rachel saying, "This won't leave a panty line, and it will be fun to show it off!" She changed

in her bedroom to a similar set of yoga pants and a loose cut-off sleeveless T that, like Rachel's, sported "Baracas Rugby" on the front. It too was of a thin material; her lovely breasts, a bit smaller than Rachel's, tented the material in a luscious way. The women pulled the sides of their thongs up so they were visible above the waist of their yoga pants.

"That should give the men something to think about," Nicole said.

The game, at a small downtown San Francisco stadium, was well attended by a crowd of about 500. The teams were evenly matched. Drake and Colin were by no means the largest players; all the men were big and rugged. The two played very well and knew each other's best moves so that they worked well together. Rachel found it a whirlwind of action and didn't understand much of it. But it turned out Nicole had been attending pretty regularly and was able to outline the game. After some explanation, Rachel followed the plays closely, seeing the complexity of the game, but also its ruggedness. When Baracas won by a 3 point drop goal in the last minute of the game, Nicole and Rachel leapt to their feet and cheered.

Outside the locker room after the game, the two women looked through the crowd and found Colin and Drake, still in uniform. The mood was festive after their game win.

Drake said to Rachel, "Don't I get a congratulatory kiss?" She looked at him wryly, knowing what he wanted, and raised her arms to put around his neck, her t-shirt riding up so the bottoms of her breasts were exposed. The open arm holes allowed any to see her luscious mounds from the side. He put his arms under her butt and hoisted her; she wrapped her legs around his waist as he gave her a deep and prolonged kiss.

When he let her down he said, "Good choice of panty--I couldn't feel any line!" Rachel smiled. He asked if she enjoyed the game. She replied that once Nicole had explained it, it was exciting and fun. Nicole and Rachel were delighted that Colin and Drake had each scored points during the game.

Drake said, "We can't talk long; we need to get ready to take you two out to dinner, and you need to get ready too."

Rachel took Drake aside and quietly asked, "What do you want me to wear?"

Drake replied, "Thigh high stockings and a dress that's short and loose and shows off your lovely breasts. And I want you to shave," he said.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

He snaked his hand down the front of her yoga pants and cupped her sex gently. "Here" he said.

Her eyes widened, understanding what he meant. She expostulated "I'm a librarian-we don't do that!"

"Yes, you will," he quietly commanded. She looked a little shocked but nodded her head submissively.

That evening, Drake got out of the Uber at Nicole's apartment and knocked on the door. Rachel opened it nervously, hoping Drake would like what he saw. She saw in his eyes that he did. She wore a simple dress with a plunging neckline and a flaring mini skirt that ended only a bit below her lovely bottom. He looked over at Nicole and saw she had on a cropped tube top that bared her midriff and supported her firm breasts. Her pencil skirt sheathed her hips and, like Rachel's was short almost to the point of indecent.

Drake saw that Rachel wore a lacy black bra. He said to her firmly "No bra, Rachel." She realized that without a bra, the points of her nipples would tent the thin fabric of the dress and her breasts would be visible when she leaned forward.

She began to protest, but seeing Drake's commanding stare said, "I'll be right back," and went back to her bedroom and removed it.

When she returned, he opened the door, preparatory to leaving with them, then turned and asked Nicole, "Did she prepare as I asked?" Nicole nodded.

Drake turned to Rachel and said, "Show me."

"Here?" Rachel asked.

"Don't question me, little one," Drake said, a note of anger in his voice. She tremulously raised the front of her skirt, exposing a small black thong, the match of the bra she had left behind. She nervously pulled it down to show herself shaved bare.

Did he see a small patch of moisture in the crotch of the panties, Drake wondered? Was she already turned on? He again reveled in finding a woman so sexual, so taught with need, so willing to submit, that she could be his instrument, and he play her to crescendos of lust. She was a submissive with a wanton sexuality just beneath her proper surface.

"Very good, Rachel," he said, and she glowed with his praise. "Now turn and show me." She glanced out the door to see the Uber driver looking pointedly at the open doorway in which she stood. She looked at Drake and began to protest but, seeing his determined look, shrugged, turned, bent over at the waist, and lowered her panties again.

The box Drake had given to Nicole contained a butt plug--not the girth of Drake's 10 inch tool, but quite plump around. Nicole had instructed Rachel in cleansing herself and then inserting the plug, in preparation for their evening. It had taken Rachel several tries and a lot of lubrication to push the large plug past her sphincter.

Drake saw the jeweled end of the plug nestled between the cheeks of her delectable ass. As Rachel pulled up her panties and lowered her skirt, she saw Nicole hand something small to Drake, but absorbed in her own thoughts, didn't think anything of it.

They got into the Uber, Drake between the two gorgeous women dressed so provocatively. The driver looked back at Rachel and saw her blush furiously and cast her eyes down. She knew what he had seen her do in the doorway.

Drake said that Colin had been detained but would join them for dessert. As they drove to the restaurant, Rachel felt the butt plug jostle her insides with each bump in the road. And her sex was shaved bare; she could feel the cloth of the thong's fabric right next to her skin. It felt raw and open, and exciting too. The plug was a strange feeling, a fullness, but the pressure began to kindle a flame in her. She closed her eyes as the driver suddenly braked and the plug pushed her bare sex to rub against the cloth of her thong. Drake, seeing this, looked smolderingly into her eyes and said, "Enjoying the ride?"

The driver heard his question and looked back at her. He could see her arousal. She blushed deeply and, seizing her lower lip between her teeth, nodded subtly at Drake. "Good," he said.

Arriving at the restaurant, Drake paid the driver and asked if he'd stay to drive them home. "You might enjoy it," he said to the driver. The driver looked pointedly at Rachel and agreed to be available for the return.

The restaurant was intimate and darkly lit, the host walked them to a corner booth and Drake sat the two beauties on either side of him.

"When the staff come to serve us, Rachel, I want you to lean forward." Drake wanted to push her, to make her on edge for the night he planned. Rachel looked at him, nervous but excited. She realized that in leaning forward, her loose dress would swing away and expose her breasts.

When the waiter, a trim handsome man with a touch of grey brought them menus, she pushed her chest forward so the loose front of the dress gapped a little. The waiter handed them each menus. She saw his gaze fall to her chest, his eyes widened as he saw her full globes topped with rosy nipples, and then his eyes returned to hers. She blushed.

Suddenly she felt a buzz between her legs. The realized her butt plug was vibrating! It was sending jolts of pleasure into her. She was already aware how bare she was there, holding promise for Drake to use her later, and the plug magnified those feelings. She squirmed as the embers of her desire flamed. The plug emitted a low hum, faintly detectable.

She turned inward, unable to stop the need kindling in her. Her eyes sought Drake's who saw her squirming. He wondered how far he could push her. He flicked the switch off and the vibration stopped. Drake didn't acknowledge the vibrating plug--he acted as if nothing had happened and had them order their meals.

Drake then turned to Nicole and carried on a conversation with her about a recent trip she'd taken to the Caribbean. Rachel, hot and flustered, had trouble following the conversation.

The waiter returned with salads and as he approached, she felt the plug throb again. Drake looked at her and she realized that she needed to lean forward. She did so, feeling the soft cloth of the dress brush her--oh so erect--nipples as the fabric pulled away. She wondered if the waiter could hear the buzzing or smell her arousal. He walked behind her, reaching over her back to adjust one of the forks, his arm brushing her breast. She moaned softly. "Good girl" Drake whispered. She felt herself moisten at his praise, the intermittent throb of the plug building her arousal.

After they had finished their salads, Drake leaned over to Rachel and whispered, "Go to the bathroom and take off your thong and bring it to me." She wrung her hands nervously as she looked at him, wondering if she could do this. "Go, little one," he said.

She rose to go and Nicole said, "I'll come with." In the bathroom Nicole asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Rachel gulped and uttered a very soft, "Yes," before going into a stall to do as Drake instructed. Nicole took the neighboring stall.

When they returned to the booth, she passed the damp thong to Drake as surreptitiously as she could--their waiter was watching. But Drake took the garment and opened it, putting it up to his nose to deeply inhale her, smelling her deep arousal. She glanced at the waiter who smiled wickedly at her--clearly, he wanted to smell them too, but he kept his place. She felt so exposed! She blushed deeply.

Rachel was stunned to see Nicole open Drake's other hand and give her panties to him. He held them to his nose as well and breathed, "Ambrosia."

Nicole looked at Rachel and said "What? We've been good friends too!" Drake put her panties in his other pocket.

The main course was an agony for Rachel; the throbbing of the plug was unpredictable, and each time drove her arousal higher. She was in her own world of need. She nibbled at her food but couldn't focus on eating. Each time the waiter came near she dutifully leaned forward, and he paused to view her magnificent breasts. He refilled her wine and water glasses several times, each time reaching around so his arm would brush against her dress, pushing the fabric against her swollen breast, eliciting a gasp from her.

Colin arrived after they'd finished the main course. He came over and kissed Rachel chastely on the lips. Drake said "Let's rearrange the seating--Colin--you sit next to Rachel, and Nicole, sit beside Colin.

Once all were settled, Colin encircled Nicole in his arms and gave her a long and deep kiss from which they both emerged panting. Drake reached into his pocket and pulled out Nicole's thong, handing it to Colin, saying "I think this was for you."

Colin held the flimsy garment to his nose and inhaled deeply. Nicole tried, unsuccessfully, to pull Colin's hand down as their waiter watched. Colin said, "So sweet, so hot. God you are beautiful." Nicole groaned.

When the waiter asked if they wanted dessert Drake said, "I think we'll have two desserts, one here and one back home," and grinned at the waiter, who clearly understood what he meant. They ordered desserts and after dinner liqueurs.

Rachel felt Drake's hand on her thigh and recoiled slightly. He began to stroke the inside, gradually moving his hand higher toward her sex. The plug began to throb. He leaned over and whispered, "Open your legs." She let them open a few inches while his hand moved to nestle between her thighs.

"Wider" he commanded, and her legs fell further apart. She gasped as she felt him softly stroke her. His fingers touched her so much more intimately with her shaved. She momentarily wondered what his tongue would feel like. She put her hand down to push him away--God she was so hot, she was sure everyone in the restaurant could see her arousal!

Drake said, "Don't." Her hand stayed on top of his as he continued to stroke her. As her arousal deepened her hand began to pull him toward her rather than push away. Suddenly she felt a hand on her other thigh, pulling her legs wider apart still, and realized that Colin was now intent on stroking her as well. She knew that her face and chest were turning pink with her sexual arousal. The waiter was watching with an almost feral look. Drake slowly pushed a finger into her, slipping easily into her wetness, and she moaned softly, squirming in her seat. When she felt a second finger enter her she began to push her pelvis back on him. He thrust repeatedly and deeply into her. Colin's hand pushed quickly up to her sex and began to strum her clitoris as Drake thrust into her cunt.

She closed her eyes and slid down the seat, resting her head against the back, her tongue moistening her dry lips. Their fingers felt so good, so raw. She forgot the restaurant, forgot the people, and focused her whole being on the increasingly intense pleasure she was feeling. She couldn't control her hips as she rolled them forward with each thrust, again and again. She felt herself gradually peaking as Drake's fingers thrust more rapidly, and Colin now pinched and rubbed her clit. Rachel's hand, on top of Drake's, pulled him in deeper into her moist depths, more insistently, and pushed his rhythm ever faster. Her back arched as her orgasm seized her and she clamped her mouth shut, stifling her moan.

Her breath was ragged as she came down from the high. The waiter, standing behind, could see the two mens' hands moving under her short skirt as he poured more water into her glass. She shivered as his arm brushed against her now so sensitive breast. Drake, Colin, and Nicole all looked at her, knowing she had just orgasmed in the restaurant in front of everyone, hard and noisy. She looked down, blushing. "Good girl," Drake said.

As her nerves calmed, Rachel looked over at Colin and Nicole and saw that Colin's other hand was under the table next to Nicole. His arm moved subtly back and forth. Nicole's eyes were closed, and she began to breathe heavily. She realized Colin was fingering Nicole under the table, just as he and Drake had played with her. Nicole began to squirm, and, like Rachel, her hips undulated in response to Colin's fingering. She opened her eyes wildly, then gasped and shuddered. She too had orgasmed. The waiter, standing close, saw that too.

Drake turned and looked at Rachel. "Did you enjoy yourself, little one? Drake asked.

She looked at him, wild eyed, and mouthed, "Yes."

When the waiter came to collect the bill, Drake pulled Rachel's damp panties from his pocket and put them on the tray. "A souvenir," he said.

The waiter looked pointedly at Rachel and held them to his nose, inhaling her arousal. "Thank you for your wonderful gift," he said to her. She blushed furiously.

Drake admonished her, "Be polite."

She said, "You're welcome."

As they exited the restaurant, Colin said that he and Nicole were going to go to a local bar for a night cap. Drake told them that he and Rachel would return home.

The Uber driver had indeed waited for them and opened the back door, watching Rachel's short dress ride up as she tried, without success, to modestly get into the back seat.

Drake turned the plug on as they rode back and again put his hand on her thigh. "He can see, Drake," she expostulated as his hand nudged her dress higher on her thigh.

"I know, Rache, just go with it," he said. "Let your legs open, let him see you," He turned her head toward him and began to kiss her deeply. God--she was so turned on she didn't care! Her legs fell open further as Drake reached under her short dress and again began to stroke her bare sex. She realized how much more he could touch with her shaved, how much more her she was stimulated by his gentle stroking. He nudged apart her wet folds. With his other hand he reached inside her dress to encase her breast in his hand and then softly rub the nipple. She gasped and shuddered with arousal, she opened her eyes and saw the driver gazing at her. She blushed furiously and closed her eyes.