A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia and Felicity push each other closer to the edge
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"We're here," I announced as we arrived at the small but very classy restaurant I knew well.
I led my young, pretty, and delectable new companion inside and the lady who I knew to be the proprietor showed us to a beautifully presented table. It was near the entrance, where we would be seen, which suited my purposes admirably. We settled in and the wine and conversation began to flow freely, but I was struggling to keep my eyes off Felicity's boobs. That lace-up dress barely covered her areole and her nipples poked prominently through the taut fabric.
"Horny?" I enquired.
"Always when I'm with you." Felicity confirmed.
"Well at the moment that's actually all the time, isn't it?"
"Yep, but this dress is defo making me hornier. I love it. I'm sure you've worked out what an exhibitionist I am." she continued, adjusting the opening at the front for maximum effect.
"You're just my type sweetie, but I have that streak in me too, as you may have noticed."
No doubt she had, but she continued more thoughtfully.
"Julia, there's something I need to talk to you about."
"Go ahead."
"Well, normally I don't like being told what to do. I resent authority and I've got a reputation at college for being a bit of a rebel. And when my mother tries to tell me what to do, well, instinctively I'm, like, 'no way' and I'll go do the exact opposite."
"That doesn't surprise me. It's typical of your personality type. But why mention it now?"
She leaned forward. "I've realised something. When you tell me what to do, you have a way of being very, like, persuasive. You don't give me any choices."
"And?"
"I like it."
"You do?"
"Yes. It excites me. Turns me on. I think that's one big reason why I've been so horny all day."
I took a moment to take in what she'd said, but there was more:
"And this, erm, self-denial thing. Not always having an orgasm whenever you want one ..."
"What about it?"
"I want to try it. I think I could like that too."
"Good girl!" I exclaimed, a little too exuberantly - loud enough to be overheard above the clatter of cutlery on plates and the lively chatter of the sophisticated clientele around us. Just then a pretty young waitress arrived to take our order; she'd probably overheard too because she gave me a knowing smile.
Once the food was organised and we'd passed some fun time people-watching the other diners close by, trying to guess their relationships, I suggested to Felicity: "Let's start now. Here's the new rule. Neither of us is allowed to come until midnight tomorrow, OK?"
"Wow, yes, let's do it! But that sounds a bit unfair on you Julia. I already came earlier today but you haven't come for several days, or so you told me. Can you really hold out another day?"
"11 actually, but who's counting"
"Eleven?! That's freaking incredible. I'd die before then, from frustration!"
"Well it takes a lot of willpower, and you have all those teen hormones rushing around inside you. But do we have a deal?"
Felicity nodded: "Sounds wonderful, but ... I hope we can still do sexy things together until then? I mean, isn't the idea that we fuck like a pair of bonkers nympho lesbos, just that, we, we, don't come until midnight?"
"Like Cinderella's coach?"
"What?"
"Never mind. You've understood correctly. The more we arouse each other, the bigger the challenge to hold back and not to climax."
"And that makes it all the more exciting?"
I was going to say more but our food arrived just then.
"Enjoy your meal Felicity. You're going to need the energy."
"Midnight tomorrow - this could be interesting," she mused as we ate.
Felicity's dress, and her erect nipples no doubt, were attracting a lot of attention and elicited a few knowing winks from other women. I was enjoying the evening very much and when my sexy companion had finished her meal, I thought I'd put her to the test.
"So you like me telling you what to do, yeah?
She looked slightly concerned, maybe wondering if she'd given too much away, but she nodded in confirmation.
Saying nothing, I took out a small notebook and wrote on 3 pages, tearing them out and handing them to her one at a time. She read the first one back to me: 'Go to the bathroom. Don't read the second note until you get there.'
She looked at me intently but I wasn't giving away any clues. I gestured to the very back of the restaurant; she had to pass most of the other diners on her way there. She was gone a while, but eventually reappeared and slalomed back through the crowded room to our table, tottering uncertainly on her three-inch heels.
Her face looked noticeably flushed and she started to sit down, but I stopped her. "Did I tell you to sit down, Flix?"
"No Julia you didn't. Sorry."
"Such a lovely word. Now, what did the second note say?"
Felicity hesitated and cleared her throat then continued: "It said: 'Take your knickers off ...' ." I assumed she'd obeyed my instructions, as her left hand was clenched tightly shut. "Carry on," I insisted, and speak up."
She continued: "... and when you get back to our table, read the third note."
With her free hand she unfolded the third note and read it out loud. She looked at me aghast and, looking around, she stage-whispered to me "I can't do that. People will notice!"
"I know. That's the point. I thought you liked getting all the attention. And in any case, I have a lot more blank pages left in this little book still, so don't chicken out on me sweetie."
Felicity looked stunning standing there. Ravishing yet vulnerable, her cute nipples even more pokey than before. Slowly she unfurled her left hand and placed a small scrunched-up ball of purple lace in the middle of the table, clearly visible, exactly as instructed.
"Well done Flix," I said encouragingly, and scribbled a fourth note, which she dutifully read out:
"Lift up your dress and sit down".
She looked mortified. "Can't I sit on my dress? I'll make the seat wet."
"Do as I say."
"Yes, Miss Julia," Felicity replied as she lifted the hem of her dress at the back and sat down. She shuddered; was it the feel of the cold plastic? Or a realisation of where this might lead.
Just then the waitress arrived to clear away the plates and when there was nothing left on the table except Felicity's knickers she asked me (not Felicity) "Will she be needing these any more this evening or shall I take them?"
I told her we still needed them; she winked and left. I wrote Felicity another note and handed it to her. Inside I knew just what she meant when she'd said that I give her no choice when I tell her what to do. My pussy responded to the increasingly sensual atmosphere between us but I managed to supress the ever-present ache I felt in my groin and my nipples.
"Read it aloud Flix," I said.
She looked down at the note, then at me. "Go on. Nice clear voice," I insisted.
She read: "Pick up your thong and use it to tie your hair back."
"No, sorry, I can't ..."
"Yes you can."
"This has gone too far."
"I've only just begun."
"No, sorry, I ... what are you doing Julia?"
"Taking a photo of you with your knickers on the table. It's to send to your mother."
"Fuck you Julia. You wouldn't."
'Click'
"No, no, don't send it. Please don't." Her voice was panicked. I put my phone down.
Felicity picked up the thong and straightened it out It was tiny, just like the black one she wore earlier. She reached behind her head, gathered her long blonde hair into a rough and ready ponytail and tied the purple thong round it in a knot. Then she looked at me with an intensity I'd not seen before.
"Can we go now please?"
"Yes Flix, in a moment. Let's just get you ready for the walk back shall we?"
Felicity looked a little concerned when I told her to turn and face the big mirror on the wall by the entrance. I stood behind her and reached around, loosening the lacing all the way down the front of her dress. She saw in the mirror what was happening. The deep vee at the front had opened wider and quite a bit more her cute little titties was now visible, although the hard buds of her nipples stayed only just hidden.
"Is this how you want me, looking like your proper little slut? Showing me off like your prize?" Felicity asked, somewhat rhetorically. Looking in the mirror still, she adjusted the fabric as best she could, trying unsuccessfully to conceal her dark areole. She put her hands on her hips and turned both ways, as if admiring herself and the look I'd created. "Don't ask me to run, Julia, or I'll fall out" she mused, with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
I paid the bill, took her hand and led her out into the warm night air.
After only a few hundred metres, during which we certainly attracted a lot of attention, Felicity grabbed my arm and pulled me into a side alley. I expected her to tell me she was going to the police and report me for emotional coercive abuse.
"Julia, damn you, you make me so fucking horny. I would never have believed a woman like you existed in this world and here I am, weak, vulnerable and totally at your mercy. Yours to humiliate and use for your pleasure ... and I'm loving it." She then threw her arms around me, pressed her pussy against my thigh and kissed me with an unmistakably deep desire. I felt my leg getting wet, confirming everything she'd said.
I pushed her back against the opposite wall. "Hands above your head." She obeyed instantly. Holding them there with one hand, I reached down with my other and lifted the hem of her dress. That's when she realised what I was going to do and her mood suddenly changed.
