Aimee came over. Anna was there too, as I'd come to expect by now.
I've known Aimee for years. We first met when we both attended ballet classes taught by the same teacher. She's had a crush on me for the entire time that she's known me, but it wasn't until just recently that she worked up the courage to say anything about it.
"It's not easy telling another girl that you have the hots for her," Aimee explained, looking at me. "If you tell it to the wrong girl, it can blow up in your face. It's scary. But after you became a slave, you just seemed so much more approachable."
I looked at Anna, not sure how or even if I should reply. Anna was looking directly at Aimee, and most definitely not at me.
"Slaves are conditioned to be polite," Anna responded, smiling at Aimee for several more seconds that seemed like forever. "Rudeness in a slave is always punished."
It was good that Aimee waited until I was a slave to express her feelings for me. Back when we first met, I was ostensibly straight. During my time as a slave, my sexuality broadened. I can now feel intense sexual arousal with females as well as males. This will become obvious.
"I think it's cute that you have a crush on Candice," Anna continued, still not looking my way. "What would you like to do with her?"
Aimee described her recurring fantasies about skinny dipping with me and asked if we could do that. Anna was my mistress, and it was clear Aimee understood, after attending my punishment, that she had to ask her permission before doing anything with me.
I think she also realized that if Anna agreed, it was not up to me to say yes or no. It excited me to know Anna had that much control over me. I can't explain the psychology behind it, but being Anna's property was intensely exciting.
* * *
The following Monday morning Anna drove the three of us up to Lake Morgan to swim naked. The sun was just peeking over the horizon as we left, but in spite of getting out of bed before dawn Aimee was so thrilled she was bouncing up and down in the car as Anna drove. Her enthusiasm was infectious and the more she gushed and bounced, the more I found myself looking forward to the upcoming festivities.
On a Monday morning most people would be at work or at school, and the lake was in a remote location, so we would have the whole lake to ourselves.
When we got there, Anna parked the car. Then she ordered me to help Aimee get undressed. Aimee stood near the vehicle with a manic smile as I got down on my knees and pulled off her shoes and socks. I kept looking up at her. Aimee's smile was so cute, it was hard to look away. If you could see how adorable Aimee looked, you'd understand perfectly why Anna wanted her and me to be together.
As did I.
I unzipped and unsnapped the front of her jeans. Then I pulled her pants down for her. Aimee pulled off her own shirt and Anna began the process of loading our clothes into the back seat of the car.
I was the last one to get undressed. Both Anna and Aimee watched me intently as I shed my clothes. I took off my shoes and socks. Aimee's gaze became even more intense as I grasped the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up to reveal my flat belly, my ribcage, and my boobs.
I tugged the t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans. Anna grabbed my T-shirt and threw it in the car. I pushed the jeans, with some difficulty, down past my thighs, exposing my nylon/spandex panties. When I finally removed my jeans completely, and I was standing there in the tall grass in just my low-rise panties, both Aimee and Anna looked at me with palpable anticipation, almost as if they'd never seen me naked before and were eager for their first glimpse ever at my bald pubes.
My panties were tiny, basically a low-rise G-string that covered my vulva and nothing else. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and yanked it down. Once the skimpy garment was on the ground, Anna snatched it up and tossed it into the backseat of the car, along with the rest of my clothes.
Aimee's eyes examined my naked body with an intensity that filled my stomach with butterflies.
The look on her face made me breathe funny and made my blood surge hot in my veins. The more blatantly she stared, the more intently she studied my naked body, the more I felt a throbbing urgency in my loins. It's amazing how a person can become sexually aroused from just an eager, hungry look, but that look on her face was a huge emotional trigger for me.
The three of us got into the lake, but it was difficult to concentrate on swimming. The water was freezing cold, and Aimee kept pinning me down with that look, like I was a yummy treat, and she couldn't wait to eat me.
At one point we were both treading water. Aimee looked adoringly into my eyes and said, "My nipples are rock hard right now."
"Because the water is so cold?" I asked.
Aimee didn't answer my question. My nipples were similarly achingly hard and erect. Yes, the cold water had something to do with it, but let's be honestβI was riding a potent wave of sexual arousal and that had something to do with it too.
When Anna, Aimee and I emerged from the lake, all three of us were cold and dripping wet. I shivered, and Aimee wrapped her arms around me. At first it was nice to simply share body heat, but I warmed up rapidly, and within moments she was kissing me.
The kiss seemed to generate more warmth than just Aimee and I huddling our bodies together. My heart pounded out a high-spirited, jubilant drumbeat as I responded to her passionate kiss and felt her wet, naked body pressed intimately into mine.
I moaned into Aimee's mouth as her tongue caressed mine, creating tingly feelings that began with my tongue but traveled all down my body, making my pussy throb with hungry spasms, re-stiffening my no longer cold nipples into hard, swollen nubs.
In between passionate kisses, Aimee made sexy, panting, heavy breathing noisesβI loved the sounds that she made. And then we were kissing again, and I felt her wicked tongue sliding teasingly over mine.
At some point while we were kissing, Aimee's hand drifted down and took hold of one of my buttocks, fondling it as our kissing became more passionate. My heart raced.