Part 11: Katie
"Just one kiss?" Boratus asked.
"I said, 'No,'" Katie said emphatically. "I'm not that kind of girl. I don't even know why I'm here."
Who is this guy? Why did we agree to come to his place?
"You and your friend came over for some fun," Boratus said as if he heard her thoughts.
"By fun," Brenda said with annoyance in her voice, "we thought you meant Bible study."
Katie nodded her agreement, shifting slightly in her Catholic school girl outfit that matched Brenda's. Her grey tartan skirt reached down to just above her knees. A matching tie, neatly done, hung around her neck. Her white blouse was mostly hidden by her navy jacket. Knee-high socks covered her legs while comfortable black shoes completed the look. "We don't kiss strangers."
"Just your boyfriends?" asked Boratus.
"Yes," Katie replied. "Although we're both single at the moment."
Why did I tell him that? That may just encourage him.
"If you had boyfriends," asked Boratus, "would you fuck them?"
The eyebrows went up on both girls.
Is he kidding?
"Did you really just ask us that?" asked Brenda.
"I'm just curious," said Boratus, a smug expression on his face.
"We are good. Catholic. Girls." Katie said, emphasizing each word. "We don't have sex before marriage."
Brenda was nodding in agreement, her face still showing shock from Boratus' question.
Do you get that now, you sinful man?
"So you've never had sex?"
He doesn't get it.
"Never," Katie replied.
"And you're not even curious about what it would be like?"
"I don't imagine it would be that great. Sex is a sin. The only point in having sex is to have children."
Boratus smiled and leaned forward in his chair. "But surely you've seen movies where people are having sex and enjoying it. You have to have heard people talking about how great sex is."
"Hype from sinners," said Brenda.
"Yeah," Katie agreed. "It can wait, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to being pregnant. And I'm not looking forward to labour. I am, however, looking forward to raising good, God-fearing kids."
Boratus turned to Brenda. "And you agree with your friend here?" He held up a finger as her mouth opened to reply. "Before you answer that, Brenda, it's bimbo time."
Brenda's entire demeanour changed in that moment. The scowl she was wearing vanished from her face, replaced by playful smile. "Sex? I fucking love it."
Katie's head whipped around to stare at her friend.
What? What just happened?
"Brenda, what? Why would you say that?"
The blonde looked back at her. "Oh, come on. It's awesome. Feeling a nice hard cock sliding inside your pussy?" Her eyes lost focus as she got caught in the memory of it. "Mmmmm. So good."
Did he just do something to her? This isn't like her at all! And she's a virgin like me... Isn't she?
"But... But Brenda. Everything we've been taught..."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "Katie girl, don't be such a fucking prude. Live a little. I mean, look at the way you're dressed. Sure, the Catholic school girl thing can be a turn on, but you've got to make it sexier." Brenda suddenly noticed her own outfit. "Oh my God. Why the hell am I dressed like this?"
The blonde undid her hair, which had been tied tightly in a bun. Golden locks flowered out then settled down her back. She loosened her tie and pulled it over her head. After removing her jacket, she undid several buttons at the top of her blouse as well as several at the bottom, then tied the bottom part of her blouse in a knot, exposing her lean belly. She then put the tie back over her head, letting it hang on the inside of her collar. Still not satisfied, she spied thigh-high fuck-me boots off to the side, got up, and replaced her shoes with them. Finally, she went to a mirror to check herself out.
What is she doing? He must've done something to her. But what? We haven't drank anything, so he couldn't have drugged her.
Brenda pouted. "Not quite right."
Pulling out a small make up kit, she applied ruby red lipstick, blue eyeshadow and some blush. She plumped her eyelashes and then put her hair into pigtails.
"Ah, that's better." She turned to Katie. "What do you think?"
"You look like a slut," Katie said with disgust.
Brenda shrugged. "I was going for sexy bimbo." Then she turned to Boratus. Her smile was predatory. "What do you think, daddy?"
"Daddy like," Boratus replied. "Good girl."
"Ohhhh yes, daddy." Brenda's voice dripped with husky desire.
Katie felt a wave of erotic pleasure go through her body. She shuddered as a small moan escaped her.
What the heck was that?
"Are you okay?" Boratus asked Katie as he gestured Brenda to come sit on his lap, which she did quickly and eagerly.
"I... I felt something."
"Something good?"
"Yes... I mean no. Something sinful."
"Sometimes sinful feels good."
Brenda, who was unbuttoning Boratus' shirt, rolled her eyes. "Sometimes? Every time."
Boratus squeezed her ass.
"Oh yes, daddy. Play with me." She ground her butt on his dick.
He's evil. This is devil's work. It must be.
"Brenda, stop it!" Katie demanded.
Brenda leaned in and started kissing Boratus, while pulling his shirt off his shoulders.
I should get up and leave. Why am I sitting here watching this spectacle?
Eventually Boratus broke the kiss. "Good girl," he said.
Oh Lord! What is he doing to me and why does it feel so good?
"Ohhhh. Yes, daddy," Brenda moaned. "Say it again."
"No!" Katie exclaimed. She was breathing heavily. "I shouldn't be feeling this. It's wrong."
"Take out my cock," Boratus said.
"Yes, daddy!" Brenda said as she hopped off his lap, unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock.
"Good girl."
The pleasure felt more intense this time. Katie slipped off her chair onto her knees.
"Stop it. Please."
"You don't like it?" asked Boratus.
She looked up at him, eyes pleading. "I... I shouldn't."
"But you do."
I do. God, help me. I don't want to, but I do. I can't let him know though.
She swallowed, doing her best not to nod. She looked at Brenda who was happily slurping on his cock.
"Good girl."
"Ohhhh." Katie couldn't keep the moan quiet this time.
Brenda moaned around his cock, increasing her pace.
"Admit you like it and I'll stop."
Katie shook her head, shooting a venomous look at him.