*Part 2 is told from the perspective of Paula, a character who is introduced in Part 1 via text. The change is intended to sharpen the undercurrents of jealousy, and expand the idea of "seduction as competition."*
I parked my Civic by Erin's car in the gravel and sent her a text.
"I parked next to your car--that's ok right?"
"Yep. Any where's fine. Parents are visiting my brother this weekend," Erin responded. "Come in."
I followed the path up to the house. I had blown off a weekend's worth of plans and driven forty minutes on a lark just to be here--for a chance to play with two kinky baby dykes--one, a childhood friend, the other a total stranger. It was totally insane, but horniness makes you lose your better judgment sometimes.
Finding the living room empty, I proceeded down the long hall towards the wing where Erin and her brother's bedrooms were. I would've killed for that kind of privacy in high school--to be that removed from your parents, first floor window--coming and going as you please. No one nearby to hear peculiar noises. Erin was finally putting it to good use just as she was getting ready to move out. Too little, too late, I thought.
I walked to the bedroom door and took a deep breath before entering. I knew what I might find behind the door, and still my jaw dropped at the sight that awaited me: there was skinny little Erin, her short hair dyed red, facial piercings--she was in repose on the bed, topless, little tits out to the world. Before her on the floor knelt a fleshy figure I knew to be Alyssa. She was wearing fishnets and a leather collar, her hair up in a long, high ponytail. Alyssa was eating Erin's pussy with gusto, her big ass shaking in the air.
"Come on in, Paula!" Erin said.
Alyssa looked over her shoulder for a moment before Erin pushed her head back to the matted pussy at her face.
"Keep going, bimbo."
Erin started humping Alyssa's face harder, and harder until she finally came, moaning in a deep guttural bellow, then collapsing completely for a moment.
Alyssa turned to look at me, her face a complicated mix of shame and excitement. Erin rejoined the living and propped herself on her elbow.
"So what do you think? Isn't she gorgeous, Paula?"
"Incredibly so."
"And bimbo--isn't Paula the sexiest?"
I was wearing leggings, a t-shirt, and a backwards hat. If I was truly "the sexiest" it was a miracle. Still, I looked good. While Erin's body was slim and boyish, and Alyssa's voluptuous and curvy, I was athletic--muscular and strong, with abs and thighs I worked hard to maintain, despite packing on a tiny bit of college fluff.
"She is," Alyssa said, her eyes burning with want.
"How should we start?" I said.
"We already started."
"What are the rules, then?"
Erin rose to her feet and pulled Alyssa up with her. Standing, I saw that Alyssa towered over Erin by at least five inches--she must've been near 5'10.
"Just follow my lead. We don't use a special safe word. If it gets to be too much she'll just say 'stop.' If she has a gag in she'll say 'uncle' in the gag. But she hasn't had to use either word yet."
Erin ran a hand down Alyssa's side.
"Good behavior should be rewarded. I think she should get to cum now."
"Okay Paula. You're the guest.
She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and started rummaging for equipment.
"I came prepared," I said, removing a harness and dildo from my own overnight bag.
"Hold on, hold on. I need to get her ready."
She fastened a ball gag in Alyssa's mouth and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She patted her lover on her bottom.
