A Friend of Amy's (please read the very first chapter of this series, A BEAUTIFUL BLONDE, for Amy's story)
Amy couldn't believe what she had done today... she'd let a woman molest her in public; to force her to eat her first pussy (well okay,
strongly encouraged her,
and once she was on her knees with that fragrant wet pussy in her face she hadn't needed much further encouragement), also in public; and then she'd allowed herself to get pounded by a strap-on in a changing room until she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
In her mind she replayed the surreal encounter over and over as she chose to stay home this evening instead of going to the movies with her boyfriend... feigning a headache... something she'd never done before.
A single lesbian encounter with a woman old enough to be her mother, and now the teenager was no longer sure about her sexuality. Without a doubt, that encounter and that orgasm were the most amazing experiences of her young life.
That night she pleasured herself while recalling all the details of her seduction, exulting in multiple orgasms before scolding herself for getting so consumed.
During all her prior sexual relations she'd been the one in charge... she'd made the decisions... today she hadn't made any of them... today she'd been submissive... a submissive
slut...
the woman had called her a slut and she hadn't objected, she'd even enjoyed it... this
slut
wasn't her. Or maybe it had been her, but it certainly wasn't who she
wanted
to be.
As she drifted off to sleep she told herself she would most definitely
not
return to that store... she couldn't give away her control like that again.
.....
Of course, the next morning as she woke up, she found herself once again replaying yesterday's lesbian seduction, which got her pussy tingling and begging for some morning attention (something that was very rare... she wasn't a morning person).
She knew then, before she even got out of bed... before she'd even given herself two more orgasms before getting out of bed... she knew that she was returning to that clothing store. For one thing, she still had one free piece of clothing to choose; but the important thing (and the shameful thing) was that she really wanted to eat that pussy and to be fucked again. Both experiences had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before yesterday... but she tried to tell herself it was really for the free clothing.
The question then became who to bring with her... who was she willing to invite along to be seduced as well? Who would she recruit to be a (willing? or unknowing?) accomplice in today's lesbian seduction?
There were preliminary questions:
Who would be most likely to succumb?
Who was available today?
Whose pussy did
she
want to lick?
Who would most likely be up for some lesbian play with her?
Who would most likely be receptive to becoming (with Mrs. Stone's expert persuasion) Amy's own lesbian plaything? For that would be a wonderful perk!
She had lots of friends. She had lots of high school acquaintances, too.
And as the blonde bombshell contemplated her options... her best friend, any of her fellow cheerleaders, her drama understudy (they were in the middle of Grease rehearsals and she of course was playing Sandy)... and then it hit her. It was so obvious.
There was one girl who would succumb easily; she would definitely be available; she was likely even a closet lesbian, as she often checked Amy out when they were together; the obvious choice was her nerdy, wallflower tutor Brenda.
She phoned Brenda, and as soon as she answered jumped in with, "What are you doing today?" She knew the answer was likely nothing... Brenda was quite a loner... her head always in a book.
"Not much," Brenda responded, surprised, Amy only calling her when she needed some help with math and never on a weekend.
"Good, you're coming shopping with me," Amy said, more as an order than an offer.
"I don't know," Brenda prevaricated, worried this was a trick. Amy had always been nice to her, but many of Amy's popular friends often weren't.
"I'm not asking, I'm saying," Amy clarified before adding, "after all you've done to help me pass math, it's my turn to help you."
"Help me?" Brenda asked skeptically.
"Yes, I have a free item to select at a hip store and I thought I'd treat you."
"I don't know," Brenda repeated, this seeming too good to be true. Truth was, she had a major crush on the blonde, even though she was still undecided whether she was a lesbian or not. She also had crushes on boys after all, but at eighteen years old she was still a virgin to both sexes... although most of her fantasies were of Amy; although she also sometimes fantasized about face sitting and dominating Amy's fellow cheerleaders, all of whom were bitchy. Truth was she mostly loved porn, especially lesbian domination porn, where she got vicarious revenge on her many bullies. She had even bought a strap-on for some hopeful day... the eight-inch cock could also be taken out of the harness and used as a suction cup cock... which she'd used to fuck herself many times in her bedroom or bathroom... another truth was that, behind her nerdy, subdued exterior she was a very horny young woman. All of which boiled down to the reality that when it came to sexual orientation, she didn't know
what
she was. So far it was all speculation... she hadn't yet kissed a boy
or
a girl... so whatever fantasy she happened to jill off to on a given day defined which side she was on until the orgasm was over, and she was back to wondering. Except that her major crush was on Amy.
"You're coming," Amy said forcefully, hoping that would soon become a double entendre, "I'll be there in an hour."
"Fine," Brenda replied, trying to imply she was only agreeing because of the nagging, and because Amy was used to getting her way, so fighting it would only extend the inevitable. Although the bright side was the chance to satisfy her curiosity about what going shopping with a fashion queen like Amy would be like.
Brenda had her own unique fashion sense... one she was often mocked for... a mixture of late sixties and early seventies...aka her musical hero Janis Joplin whom she looked a lot like... although only older adults ever made that connection, her peers not having a clue who Janis Joplin was, or thinking Big Brother was a lame reality show, and not a great late-60s psychedelic blues band.
That said, unbeknownst to her peers, she usually sported some unique fashion beneath her hippie rock-ish attire: she wore sexy lingerie that no one except her ever knew about. Brenda didn't mind keeping her unmentionables unmentioned, as she only wore them to feel sexy for herself. After all, the only one getting her off was herself anyway; well, herself plus a variety of sex toys she'd ordered online through Wish during the past few months. From vibrators, to the fore-mentioned strap-on plus some anal toys... China made great, affordable sex toys, although her patience often wore thin waiting for them to arrive, sometimes taking as long as six weeks to meander across the Pacific.
Since her mother owned a lingerie shoppe, she also had a free supply of lace bras, thongs, garter-belts and stockings, thigh highs, nipple clamps (she liked the pressure on her very sensitive large nipples and no, those she bought online), and occasionally crotchless pantyhose.
So, deciding to be secretly naughty as she went out with her popular friend (although she wasn't sure 'friend' was the correct term), Brenda dressed slutty as fuck underneath her long, hippy dress. For extra kinkiness she went all out: a butt plug and nipple clamps. For a touch more sexiness, she used a thong to keep the butt plug from falling out, a garter-belt and stockings, and open toed sandals.
Amy, in hopes of a sequel to yesterday for herself and not just for Brenda, wore a tight sweater without a bra, a black skirt that barely covered the tops of the lace-top thigh highs her seductress had given her, and chose to go commando, to provide easy access to her pussy, which was already wet with anticipation even though she hadn't even left home yet.
Although she felt a bit guilty for potentially directing Brenda into the crosshairs of an amazingly competent seductress, she also thought she might even be doing this shy girl a favour... she was pretty sure the cute nerd was a lesbian... or at least a wannabe lesbian... and now that her own sexuality had been challenged and her lesbian side awakened, she wanted to have someone closer to home than Mrs. Stone to experiment with. As a potential sex partner, but also as a potential failed seduction, Brenda seemed pretty low risk... she wasn't a close friend and yet she was cute.
Amy picked her up and wasn't surprised to see Brenda wearing her usual attire, something like her parents may have worn in high school. That was one more reason to choose Brenda... she needed a new wardrobe... badly... she could serve as Amy's own trifecta makeover... from nerd to chic ... from somewhat straight to lesbian... from tutor to plaything.
Brenda got in the car and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Shopping," Amy said as she pulled away from the curb.
"That's already been established," Brenda objected.
"Shopping in a quaint little clothing shoppe," Amy elaborated, before adding, "I know the owner."
"Okay," Brenda said as she snuck glances at Amy, admiring her beauty like she always did. Amy was her number one fantasy, her English teacher Mrs. Walker was her number two, and Jake the football quarterback her number three. She could tell Amy was wearing thigh highs, as the short skirt was riding up while she drove.
This intrigued the shy, curious nerd. Her glances couldn't help becoming stares.
Amy was used to having people stare at her and noticed Brenda studying not only her, but particularly her stockings. She asked, putting her right hand to her lace top stockings, "Ever wear these?"
Brenda, hoping to impress the blonde beauty, to show off that she could be sexy underneath her bland exterior, lifted up her own dress to show off her garter belt and stockings, "I'm more a garter and stockings kinda girl."
