Turning Point

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note: Special thanks to Novella23 for the inspiration for this story as well as the encouragement, ideas, and editing. Be sure to check out his stories for more on this theme.

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When Charlie came through the door holding a pizza and two bottles of wine, Emma and I were entwined naked on the couch, her lips resting against my neck as my chest heaved. I was still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm she had so recently extracted from me. She kissed my neck one last time and started to rise.

I whimpered pitifully when I felt the cool air hit my body where Emma's warmth had just been. The teen padded over to Charlie and kissed her deeply. It occurred to me while watching them that Emma was making sure that Charlie could taste me on her lips. When they separated, Charlie smirked and glanced over at me.

"Are you two still hungry after your meal?" she quipped.

"Famished!" Emma answered not even acknowledging the joke. She took the box and headed for the kitchen table.

The girl's complete disregard for her own nudity was kind of inspiring. Not enough, however, for me to follow her lead. I got up and found my panties and T-shirt before joining my two compatriots. Charlie was searching the cabinets for wine glasses so I went to help her out. When she grabbed three glasses, my rule-following brain spoke up before I could think.

"Emma's not old enough to drink," I pointed out.

The girl twisted to look at me, a look of bewilderment on her face and a slice of pizza still hanging in the air.

"I'm nineteen, not nine," she argued, "and, technically, I'm not old enough to buy alcohol. The law says nothing about drinking it."

She had a point. Then Charlie voiced the thought just occurring to me as well.

"Besides, she's not driving anywhere or operating heavy machinery."

"Yeah, okay, that was silly of me," I replied holding up my hands in a placative gesture. "I'm just naturally a rule follower and it just came out. Sorry."

Charlie poured the wine while I got plates. I brought them to the table and tried to hand one to Emma only to see that she hadn't waited. She just looked up at me apologetically.

"Ahm hnmgy," she attempted around a mouth full of pizza.

I rolled my eyes and sat the dish in front of her. By the time we all sat down, the teen was reaching for a second slice. Charlie and I just looked at her.

"What?" she said acting innocent.

Charlie and I just chuckled and grabbed our own pieces.

Thirty minutes later, we had all moved to the couch holding our second glass of wine. I was in the middle with Charlie and Emma on either side of me. We talked about dating and experiences or, in my case, lack thereof. Another half an hour beyond that, Emma's face was flushed and she was pouring a third glass while Charlie and I were still nursing number two.

"How often do you drink?" I asked the girl as she took a long sip of her fresh glass.

She looked like she was thinking hard and answered, "Twice."

"Twice a month, twice a week?" I prodded.

"Twice," she repeated. "This is my second time!"

"You mean this is only your second time having alcohol?" I clarified.

"Yep, the first time someone gave me a beer," she looked directly at Charlie who just shrugged.

"She insisted even though I told her she wouldn't like it."

"And?" I asked looking back at Emma.

She looked sheepish.

"It was awful," she admitted then sat up straighter. "But I drank it anyway." She held up her glass. "This is good, though!" she said and took another swallow.

"You know you're supposed to sip that, right?" Charlie suggested.

"I am," Emma insisted then took another gulp.

Charlie just smiled and shook her head.

As we continued to talk, Emma's eyes got heavier and she began to sway slightly. With barely a sip left in her glass, she carefully sat it on the coffee table. Without asking, the girl just laid on her side across my lap with her head in Charlie's. With a wiggle and her hands pulled into her chest, she closed her eyes and sighed.

The blonde beside me smiled down sweetly and brushed some hair behind the teen's ear.

"Are you sure you're comfortable there, sweetie?" she asked but there was no answer, Emma was already asleep.

I snorted a laugh, "I guess we know how wine affects her now."

Charlie just kept smiling down and stroking the girl's hairline. I almost felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment. After a few seconds, I decided to break the awkwardness with a question.

"So, how long have you two been...together?" I asked.

Charlie looked up at me her eyebrows raised.

"Oh, we're not really...together," she began. "It's more of a situationship currently."

"A what?"

"A situationship," she repeated like I hadn't heard her. When I continued to look confused she explained. "Right, sorry. You look so young that I sometimes forget how much older you are."

"Hey!" I exclaimed and lightly slapped her shoulder.

"No, no," she laughed, "that's a compliment! You look so young and pretty that I just think of you as my hot friend."

I relented but squinted at her in skepticism. She went back to her explanation.

"A situationship is just a non-formal romantic relationship." Charlie looked back down at the nineteen-year-old asleep in her lap. "We haven't talked about what we are to each other, we just live it."

I was still pondering that revelation when Charlie turned back to me with a mischievous grin.

"So, did you enjoy today?" she asked.

I matched her grin and looked down a bit embarrassed.

"Yeeess," I confirmed, drawing out the word and nodding.

"Was there something more you were hoping for?" she added cocking her head at my response.

"No! I mean, well," I began, lifting my face to look at her. I brought up my hand slowly so that I could caress the side of her neck with the back of my fingers. "Emma is great but I was looking forward to some time with you."

Charlie's arm came up to let her fingertips trace the line of my ear while her other hand took mine at her neck and held it.

"I know I paid a lot of attention to Emma today," she began softly, "but tomorrow will be your turn."

"My turn?"

"All my attention will be on you like it was on Emma today, but only if that's what you want."

The day's events flashed through my mind as she spoke. Charlie led Emma, sometimes literally by a leash that was attached to a chain clipped to the girl's nipples, but most of the...action was centered around the nineteen-year-old. I had gotten jealous of the attention at times and, even now, was happy that she was asleep so that it was just Charlie and me. I thought about the nipple clamps and the vibrating anal plug.

"I..I'm not sure if I can handle some of the...the more extreme things you did to her," I admitted.

"There are two things that really excite me more than anything else," she continued as she leaned a little closer. "First, when a beautiful woman lets me be in control even when it makes her nervous, especially when she's nervous. Second, is giving her such a mindblowing time that she will never forget and never regret giving herself to me."

Heat rose to my face. She put her hand on my cheek and I edged forward without understanding why. The woman was irresistible to me and her eyes just pulled me closer.

"I will push your boundaries," she went on, "but I will never cross them. If you don't feel safe then you won't enjoy yourself which means I won't enjoy it either."

She closed the gap between us and our foreheads touched. I closed my eyes and felt Charlie brushing her nose against mine. It was slow almost like a kiss, never had a nose brush felt so sensual. My lips opened and quested for hers but couldn't connect.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered.

A warmth radiated through me originating from my sex as I understood the precipice I was on. I could step away or I could take the plunge. My body already knew what it wanted and, when I searched my psyche, all I found were memories of the bliss I had experienced with Charlie. I took in a breath and nodded slightly knowing she would feel it.

"I promise I'll be gentle," she promised.

As if to demonstrate her words, her lips brushed into mine like a cloud. A second hand cupped my face holding me still as Charlie moved in with deliberate glacial speed. I had never been kissed so slowly or so passionately. I felt every tiny movement as she poured sexual energy into every minuscule shift.

At first, I tried to match her movements only for her to pull back slightly. Soon, I got the message. She just wanted me to be enveloped in the experience, to let her love me and to drink it in. My body and face relaxed and I let her take over. I was rewarded with her tongue gently caressing my teeth and gums and lips.

I couldn't believe how turned on this was making me. It was only a kiss but, as it stretched on, tiny little jolts began to make the rest of my body respond as though it was being kissed. I tried to control my breathing but it just sounded like small gasps as Charlie made love to my mouth.

With a final reach of her tongue sliding toward my throat, the blonde let go of my face and sat back up. My mouth tried to chase the retreating invader only for me to almost fall forward before catching myself.

"Hey," I heard a groggy voice from below and a nearly limp hand patted my face. "What about m...?"

The words and the hand seemed to fade back down as Emma's cracked lids closed once more. Charlie put a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle as she gazed down at the once again sleeping teen. Her eyes came back to me and her hand came away revealing her amused smile. She darted in for another quick peck that I tried and failed to turn into something more.

"Let's get sleeping beauty here into bed," Charlie said.

"Yeah, okay," I sighed sounding more dejected than I meant to.

"And you should get some rest too," the blonde said as she began to carefully extricate herself from under Emma's head. She gave me a smirk and waggled her eyebrows. "You're going to need it."

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The next morning, I had a dream where I wanted to touch myself more than anything in the world but, every time I started, someone would show up and I'd have to keep searching for another private place. Time after time I thought I had found somewhere I could be alone only to be interrupted by Jim or my parents or my coworkers or some other important person in my life. And every time, the urge just got stronger and stronger.

I was just about to go mad with desire when I woke up. The pleasant feeling between my legs didn't go away with my dream, however, if anything, it increased. I tried to move my hand to give myself some relief only to find that my right arm was trapped under Emma's head. The girl was partially sprawled across me with her head lolling back over my arm, her mouth wide open making small snoring sounds.

Looking to my left, I saw Charlie pressed tight against my side also trapping an arm between us. Her chin rested on my shoulder and her soft breath played across my neck with each rise and fall of her chest. I guess that explained the dream.

What it didn't explain was how we had gotten into this position. When I went to sleep, I was on the outside and Charlie was in the center. When had we switched? The other thing that I didn't understand was why I was so aroused. I mean, yes, I was sandwiched between two gorgeous naked women, but that still didn't resolve the pleasurable feeling still building in my clit. If I had to lie here trapped like this for more than a few more minutes, I didn't know if I would be able to control myself.

Examining the sensation more closely, I discovered that my most sensitive nub was gently vibrating. Then I realized that focusing on it was a mistake, it intensified the feeling. I took a measured breath and let it out slowly.

Oh, my, an orgasm was starting to build in earnest. Another breath in and I let it out in a soft, "Oh".

Charlie shifted slightly trying to get more comfortable and that's when I felt her hand on my abdomen, her middle finger barely pressing between my labia. My pelvis pressed up a fraction of an inch trying to increase the pressure. I couldn't move my arms or help myself more than that without waking the other two.

Another almost silent, "Oh," as I breathed out again.

I let my head relax into the pillow and arched my neck back as a moan almost escaped before I sucked in my lips to silence it. Now that I had accepted my fate, I took in the feeling of the two warm, naked women pressing against me. Their bodies were tight and toned in places yet soft at just the right spots to make my arousal jump an extra notch.

Charlie's hand moved a tiny bit, which resulted in her finger pressing harder into my button. When she touched it, my orgasm started. I held it back for as long as I could. My toes curled and my jaw worked opening my mouth in a silent scream as I could no longer hold it back.

Despite my best efforts, my body jerked with the impact of my climax. Emma just flopped and Charlie's lip touched my ear.

"Did you like that?" came the voice so quiet I had to convince myself I hadn't hallucinated it.

Charlie's finger circled my clit a couple more times to prolong the pleasure then moved away.

"Isn't that a nice way to wake up?" Charlie said a tiny bit louder and then flicked my earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

She rolled away and sat up on the edge of the bed. Holding up her left hand for me to see, she pointedly removed the small vibrator I had seen yesterday from her middle finger.

"You sneaky little tart," I breathed but couldn't help smiling in my euphoria.

Charlie stretched her arms high above her head inadvertently giving me an incredibly sexy view of the curve of her slim body, the side of her breast, and the muscles of her back. I started to reach for her only to be reminded that my arm was trapped under Emma's comatose form. I carefully extricated myself but the blonde stood up and walked away before I could get to her.

She was like an angel walking slowly to the window and pulling the curtains apart. Early morning light filled the room and I blinked a few times before my eyes adjusted. When they did, I could only stare at the vision before me. Charlie stood at the window with the sunrise and the forest pouring in around her exquisite naked body. Her arms were spread wide still holding the curtains apart and her silhouette was that of a goddess.

"Oh, my," I said at a volume I thought was too low for her to hear.

Looking over her shoulder at me she grinned and beckoned me to her, "Come here. Join me."

I could hear in her voice that it wasn't an invitation. Far from insulting me, I felt a thrill and my heart thumped as I rose and made my way to her. She half turned and watched me approach, her eyes scanning my body. By the look on her face, I was sure she liked what she saw giving me a little jolt of pride. I might be almost a decade older than her but I could still make a beautiful young woman like Charlie want me.

As I came close, she guided me to stand in front of her looking out the window. She kissed my shoulder and began to explore my body with both hands. I reached back to touch her legs but she grabbed my wrists and put them back by my side then resumed her explorations.

"Just relax and accept the attention," she whispered into my ear. "Today, you're my toy. Do you understand?"

My mind exalted with how much I wanted this and Charlie's hands left a trail of tingles on my skin. My eyes closed and I took a steadying breath.

"Yes," I nodded but that felt incomplete. "M..mistress?" I added.

Charlie's hands cupped my breasts and her teeth gently racked across the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Mmmm, good girl," she breathed before nibbling on my ear.

For some reason, her words made my breath catch and my pussy twitch. My knees felt weak and I put my hands on the window to steady myself.

"Here I thought I was going to have to train you on how to be a good toy but you're a natural."

I wasn't sure how to respond but her fingers removed that need. Each of her hands took hold of a nipple and pinched with a little twist. She knew exactly how hard to squeeze to elicit a pleasured moan without crossing the line into pain.

"I like playing with my new toys until they explode." Her voice came from the other ear. "Over and over...and over."

I was so focused on her words that I didn't notice one of her hands sliding down my torso until two fingers spread my lips and her middle finger slapped my clit in time with each utterance of 'over.' I jerked with the unexpected sensation. It sounded like it should be painful with the smacking but it was the opposite. Each blow sent a bolt right to my pleasure center followed by a tiny whimper.

That finger shifted into circling my clitoris for several seconds before smacking it again. The inconsistent pattern brought me up almost to the beginning of a climax before halting it with bouts of concentrated pleasure.

"All you have to do today is to do what I say and keep cumming every chance you get. Understand?" Charlie said in her most soothing voice.

I wasn't sure if I could form comprehensible words so I just nodded. Charlie shifted to one side and moved her hand that had been on my breast around to my rear.

"Spread your legs a little, baby girl," she commanded, "and stick that beautiful ass in the air for me."

In another life, I might have been offended by her calling me her 'baby girl' but, at that moment, I just felt accepted, desired, and aroused. There was no thought of doing anything other than what she wanted. It felt dirty but I gave her access just as she had ordered.

"Good girl," she praised giving me another boost knowing that I had pleased her.

As a reward, two fingers slid into my very lubricated pussy from behind while her other hand picked up the tempo and pressure on my button. Even though I had just climaxed not ten minutes prior or, perhaps, because of it, my erogenous zones were already primed. My elbows bent and my forehead pressed against the cool glass momentarily distracting me from the bliss making its way up my body.

"Ohhh, fuuuck, Charlie! I'm going to cum!" I announced even though she didn't need my confirmation.

"That's it, cum for me," came her very turned-on, husky voice. "Turn your face so I can watch."

Two fingers speared in and out even as my pelvic muscles tried to hold onto them. Three fingers strummed my clit like a guitar string. I turned my eyes to her and cracked them just enough to see her hungry expression boring into me. She was playing with me and I was her toy.

The thought shot the ecstasy up the rest of the distance to my brain and my face contorted with the impact. Then I let out a sound of pure bliss. Expletives formed in my mind but no intelligible syllables made it to my throat.

After the wave passed, Charlie slowed down but didn't stop. I peeked through heavy lids once again to see her smiling face and I immediately knew she wasn't done with me. I started to shake my head from side to side when a third finger stretched me wide and her wrist twisted. The pads of her fingers connected with my G-spot as two fingers on her other hand captured my clit between them. Her thumb started boxing it like a prize fighter and I knew my second orgasm was only seconds away.

My eyes opened wide and locked onto Charlie's gaze. My pussy clenched tight around her fingers as I exploded. This time it wasn't one large release radiating from my clit, it was wave after wave of my whole sex contracting in pleasure, releasing, and then contracting again.

I don't know how many waves crashed over me before my legs gave out but I was sliding down the window even as yet another convulsion hit me. The release periods mercifully got longer and, finally, the waves ended with no concept of how long they had lasted.