"Nine. Ten..."
They felt the last syllable rumble through their bodies. What had been said disappeared from their minds at once. They got up from the table.
Kathe looked at Emily, caressing the rim of her glass. She could feel a trace dampness on her own index finger, as if there was a direct connection between their bodies, skin to skin.
Emily in turn, had a strange look, like she had just glanced in a mirror and found something off about her own reflection.
But that was skilly, Kathe thought, as any rational woman would:
"We are not the same person, it's impossible, we are not the same. She is..."
Her rational mind was not quite all there, she could not remember the name of one of her best friends. And her surprise only deepened when she found she could not remember her own name either!
"Let's go to my house."
Said her other friend, and Emily without hesitation, obeyed. Kathe followed them, matching Emily's steps. No waiter prevented them from leaving. Maybe on that otherworldly night, someone had paid their tab for them.
"Who would have done it? This night is very strange. When did Alexa change clothes? Now it looks like she has on ..."
Another blur, the word did not come. The word she sought to characterize what she saw, did not come, nor would it come. Alexa was wearing a piece of cloth for a shirt, a short dark skirt, and only some dirty stockings on her feet.
Emily knew that something was wrong with her, and in parallel this thought also occurred to Kathe, who had always been highly inquisitive. Even so, neither dared to say anything. They just followed in Alexa's footsteps.
She hailed a taxi. As they road, Alexa chatted with the taxi driver, they laughed and talked. Despite Alexa's carefree, even vulgar demeanor, any third party would have suspected something up with the drugged appearance of the other two girls. They resembled automatons that had been turned off and were awaiting their next instruction.
"Are they alright? Do you need me to call a doctor?" The taxi driver asked, slightly worried.
"Yes, they're fine. Alcohol doesn't always agree with them. I will give them some hot tea when we get home and they will recover soon enough." Alexa answered, without getting too involved.
The taxi driver did not want to get too involved either, he was used to having 'peculiar' fares. And the girls, they felt their hearts beating in their chests as they lost more and more of themselves. They were sinking into the mantra:
"The human will is heavy." Emily thought.
"The human will is heavy." Kathe thought.
Alexa asked for their wallets and paid for the trip.
The goddess of wisdom makes it known that everything you feel is completely natural:
The three of them exited the taxi and walked the short distance to enter Alexa's house.
It was not their first visit, being well-acquainted with the place by day. At night however, they never dared to accompany their friend back to her domicile even if they respected Alexa's choices. Clara, who used to spend a lot of time there, felt like a swift kick in the ass to Kathe. And Emily, for her part, was afraid of the pull Clara exerted on her bi-curious nature.
Emily, a slim redhead, with a body shaped by and for swimming, had never received any criticisms from her male partners. Still, she could not remember a time when she had not been self-conscious about her small breasts. This shyness only increased when she was alone with her friend.
Regardless of if they were in public or not, it seemed that her eyes inevitably took on a life of their own. In the middle of conversation, they would begin a slow, inexorable fall, from Alexa's greenish eyes, to her huge tits.
It would please Emily for you to not confuse this 'slip' with some kind of sexual attraction. It was just an immense desire, a 'curiosity' if you will, that Emily could not control.
When it happened, she would stammer and blush, even as her eyes remained focused on the imposing orbs. This never failed to amuse Alexa. If only she had known that Emily wanted to see them for real, to see them without any cloth covering them.
For this very reason, she knew that she could not be alone with Alexa in her residence, she knew herself enough to see that maybe her curiosity would be misinterpreted.
Natasha, the last trusted friend in the group, was the only one who had made frequent visits to Alexa's home. She always joked at Emily's nervousness:
"Nothing is going to happen, Alexa is very committed to Clara. If you had to worry about either of them, it would definitely be the second one. She's pretty naughty. Anyway, two women in a room, getting to know each other a little more deeply, is a perfectly natural thing nowadays."
Natasha smiled, enjoying the 'suffering' and embarrassment that these words caused her friend. Emily, a dedicated graphic designer, had always been the most imaginative of the four. At such times she would be furiously recreating and expanding on the possibilities Natasha only hinted at. Which was at least half the reason Natasha dropped such hints in the first place.
Emily started, realizing that they were already inside, in the main room, sitting as three. She next to Kathe, Alexa in front of them, in a crimson chair, wearing a broad smile. Alexa ran her hands over the fabric of her top, which had bumps tracing the outlines of her nipples. Grabbing the fibers that covered them, she shed the garment in a single pull.
"Fuck ..." Emily thought for a moment, before even that vanished.
Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened in amazement. Her jaw was slack, a thick trickle of saliva sliding over the edge of her lower lip. Catatonic, unspeaking, her few thoughts and memories blurred like sweet cotton candy spun into an airy confection.
The pink nipples, the pendulous orbs, still swaying from the inertia imparted by Alexa's swift disrobing, it was a truly mesmerizing spectacle. And Emily was the first to fall under its spell.
"There is no control in the natural. Right, Emily?"
"Yes, Goddess."
"Come here."
Rigid and obedient, with her consciousness empty, she walked to where her beloved Goddess was seated. She stopped a few steps away and fell to her knees.
"What do you think of my tits, Emily?"
"Huge and beautiful."
"You like them?"
"Yes, I like them".
"How much?"
"A lot."
"Have you fantasized about touching them?"
"Yes..."
"And licking them?"
