This is the long overdue continuation of Jessica's story. Many thanks to those who wrote me in response to the first chapter and my apologies for making you all wait so long for the continuation to be written.
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story depicts graphic lesbian sex and mind control. If you are in an area where such material is prohibited or are offended by these things then leave now. You have been warned.
Special thanks to vella_ms for her wonderful work as my editor.
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Jessica arched her back in a long, decadent stretch as she lay in bed. She enjoyed the feel of the warm sun streaming through the windows as it fell across her nude body. It seemed that every muscle and joint in her body was sore and stiff this morning. As she twisted her shoulders trying to work out the kinks, she smiled at the memory of how she had gotten so sore in the first place. She glanced across the small dorm room to the other bed and grinned at the sight of the two girls still sleeping there.
Jasmine and Molly slept soundly. Both were also nude, a single white sheet covering only their legs. Jasmine was lying on her back with her arm wrapped around Molly who was snuggled up tight to her side. Molly's head was pillowed on Jasmine's chest, her mane of blond hair spread out over Jasmine's shoulder. Molly's pale skin and blond hair were a delicious contrast to Jasmine's coco colored skin and curly black hair.
Jessica's eyes traveled downward, gliding over the two beautiful bodies lying only a few feet away. It wasn't only their skin tone and hair that was different; the two girls were a study in opposites.
Jasmine was a beautiful, statuesque black girl. She was exotically beautiful with full lips and a broad nose. She had wide, dark eyes that possessed a riveting, raptor's gaze. When Jasmine looked at a person, they stayed looked at for a good, long time. Those eyes looked out of a slender face that was framed by long, curly black hair. Jasmine had always felt that a person's hair should reflect their personality. As a result her hair always done up in some elaborate exotic hairstyle that was supposed to reflect her mood of the day.
At a bit over six feet tall, Jasmine towered over most of the other girls in the school. Her lean, well-proportioned body was not heavily muscled but the definition of her arms and legs and the grace with which she moved spoke volumes about her exercise routine.
It wasn't only Jasmine's body that was alluring however, she was also very intelligent and a gifted public speaker. Jasmine possessed the rare ability to stand up in front of a large group of people and with no notes or rehearsing and give an hour long speech on nothing, making it both interesting and entertaining. It was that speaking ability that had secured Jasmines place as the Anchor Woman for the school's weekly in house, TV news program that Jessica produced.
Jasmine also possessed an unflappable calm and poise that gave her a dignified, almost noble air. It was the combination of beauty, intelligence and poise that often made Jessica think of her as an exotic African Priestess or even a Queen. It was a sentiment that Jessica knew other girls also shared. Despite the fact that she was one of a very small handful of black girls at the exclusive, all girl, boarding school, Jasmine was respected and well liked. She had even been elected as the captain of the volleyball team, which had surprised Jessica. Jessica had expected it to go to one of the blond, homecoming queen type girls that usually got elected. All of the girls in the school came from upper class families and many were from extremely wealthy backgrounds. Many of those families were still quite prejudiced and regarded all minorities as second-class citizens. By being elected as the captain, Jasmine had beaten those stereotypes and proven herself to everyone. Jessica had never been so proud or happy for her friend as she had on the day Jasmine had been made captain.
Jessica's eyes traveled from the regal black girl, down to the mass of blond hair beside her. If Jasmine was the Queen of the court, then Molly was the Jester. Not that Molly was in anyway unattractive. She was actually every bit as lovely as Jasmine, but in different ways. Jessica's mouth twitched up in a small, private smile as she looked at her friends. Molly was the exact opposite of Jasmine in almost every way.
Short at less than five feet, Molly would best be described as curvaceous. Some would even call her wickedly curvaceous. All eyes that fell on her, male and female, were immediately drawn to her full, heavy breasts that looked startlingly large on her small frame. Molly enjoyed the attention and always dressed to emphasize her chest with tight, low cut blouses that revealed vast amounts of her ample cleavage.
If onlookers could tear their gaze away from the heart of Molly's breasts, they would see a pretty face with a perpetual grin, a small slightly bobbed nose and sky blue eyes. Her blond hair was a long, luxurious mane that she habitually wore tied back in a single thick, ponytail.
While Jasmine was cool and reserved, Molly was always bubbling over with excitement and enthusiasm. A cheery, compact bundle of limitless energy, Molly almost never stopped talking or moving for more than a minute or two at a time and was rarely seen without a smile on her face. She was usually heard long before she was seen, talking on and on about anything to anyone who was nearby.
She was also a constant fidget. It was as if her hands had minds of their own and constantly needed to be doing something, anything to justify their existence. Sitting next to Molly during a lecture hall could be a trying experience for anyone of less than divine patience. Her constant toe tapping, paper rustling and, worst of all, clicking of the retractable pen, was maddening after just a few minutes. More than once during a lecture, Jessica had reached across and snatched a pen away from Molly in frustration. On those occasions Molly would smile shyly and bite her lower lip in embarrassment for a moment. But within two minutes she would be right back at it with something else.
Having her hands in constant motion served Molly well in other areas. Behind her curvaceous body lived a mechanical genius.
Molly's father owned several automobile dealerships and even a stock car racing team. He had always wanted a son to bring into the car business and racing team but Molly's mother had died when she was young and she was an only child. To her father's surprise and delight Molly started to display a remarkable amount of mechanical aptitude at a very early age. Before she was three years old she was disassembling and reassembling everything in the house that she could get her little hands on. By the time she was five she was tearing around the yard in her first go-kart that she had built with her father's help.
Molly was eight she started racing on a junior go-kart circuit. At first, many of the other racers, all boys, teased her and told her that girls couldn't drive and that she would never win a single race. She placed fifth out of fifteen in her first race and was number one in the points standing by the end of her first season. By the time Molly was thirteen, her father decided to build another room on the house to keep all the trophies she had won.
But it wasn't just driving that Molly enjoyed, it was the mechanics of it all. Actually, she enjoyed working on her cars more than she liked racing them. She even worked as a mechanic for her father's professional team. The other members of the team had been skeptical at first but had quickly come around after seeing her work. She could tear apart anything, repair it and rebuild it faster and better than anyone. When Molly looked at something, she didn't just see a machine, she saw every single part, how it moved and how it interacted with every other part. Molly was to pliers and screwdrivers, what Beethoven was to notes and chords.
When Molly was sixteen, her life took and unexpected change. He father was arrested for income tax evasion and sentenced to five years in prison. She was left in the custody of her grandparents. They were happy to have her at first but their sentiments soon waned. They lived in an affluent suburb of Boston and the neighbors soon started complaining about the noise from Molly's engine tuning. They finally had to forbid Molly from working on her racing anymore. Without and outlet for her energy Molly quickly drove her grandparents close to insanity with her constant talking and fidgeting. Finally unable to deal with her any longer they resignedly sent her off to the boarding school. It was at this school where she met Jessica.
