This is a work of fiction. All Characters are over 18.
Chapter 1
The musical chime of her newest ringtone did not make it to the third note before Kerri rolled over to grab her phone from the bedside dresser, tossing aside the magazine she'd been leafing through and hitting the button to answer the call. Hopefully, it was one of her friends with a better plan for Friday night than lying in bed masturbating to glossy celebrity photos. Not that having the whole house to herself for the evening was such a terrible thing, but she was hoping for something a little more exciting and grinned widely when, a few seconds later, the smiling face of her best friend Faye appeared on-screen.
"Hey Ker-, Watcha' doin'?" came Faye's sweet, bubbly voice, her blonde hair bouncing in unruly curls around her bright, smiling face. They hung out almost every weekend anyway but hadn't even checked in with each other, both knowing that somehow they'd end up doing something together. Faye was usually the organizer, so Kerri had been happy to chill until she called with a plan.
They were quite a pair whenever they got together, turning heads everywhere they went. Kerri had short, pixie-like dark hair that stood in striking contrast to the wild golden yellow curls of Faye's unruly mane. Hair aside, the two were remarkably similar in most other features; they were almost identical in height, weight, and bust, with full, high breasts that perfectly complemented their thin, athletic frames. Their more attentive admirers may have chanced upon another less noticeable distinguishing difference; Faye's boobs were smooth, round, and plump, while Kerri's always seemed to be in a perpetual state of agitated arousal with large, thick, impossible-to-miss nipples threatening to burst through even the thickest of her bras and blouses.
Kerri's face brightened when she saw Faye and the recognizable mess of her bedroom behind her; if she were also at home, she'd probably be bored and ready for some fun.
"Hi Faye, What's up?" Kerri replied, trying not to sound too eager but eagerly hoping for a welcome plan to spice up the weekend. If nothing else, she could invite her over for the weekend. Kerri's mom was on business and would not return until Monday morning. A sleepover with Faye's and her ever-enthusiastic tongue would have its rewards.
"Oh, nothin'. I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or something. I'm just hanging out at home. Got any plans for the weekend?" Of course, Faye knew she didn't, but she tried to sound blasΓ© and casual to make her little surprise all the more exciting. She knew Kerri would lose her mind when she told her what she had in store, and it didn't ever cross her mind that Kerri would say no to what she would offer.
"Same. Moms out 'til Monday, and I've got the place to myself; want to come over and fool around? I'm horny!" she added, grinning.
Kerri loved to tease Faye, and Faye was both a skilled and playful lover whose oral talents were never wasted on her ever-eager friend. It had been a few weeks since they'd had sex, so it would undoubtedly be at least -something- to do over the weekend.
"Well. You do have a pretty tasty pussy." Faye teased, licking her lips in mock sexual satisfaction, but I was thinking of something a little different this weekend, something we can do over here." She did her best to make it sound like she didn't want to put much effort into the evening and would try to convince Kerri to come to her house.
"Like what?" Kerri asked sarcastically, "Me coming over and licking YOUR pussy? How original!"
Faye's breathy sigh made her add, "Not that you're not worth the trip, mind you, but.."
Faye giggled, then said sarcastically, "Well, I'm hoping to get some time with that hot body of yours sometime soon, but," she paused, adding a tone of seriousness to her following sentence.
"Well... I was talking to my mom- and she was talking to YOUR mom before her trip and-" Kerri perked up a bit. It was usually not a good sign when moms talked. They might worry about Kerri being home alone, even though her mom traveled often, and she was eighteen and had stayed by herself many times before.
"Anyway, she knew you'd be alone this weekend, so.." Kerri grinned; having Faye spend the weekend with her would be great. So would spending the weekend at her house. Faye's mom, Sarah, was a discipline trainer, and there was always a chance that something interesting involving a discipline situation might arise.
".. and she wanted me to ask you-" she interrupted her sentence, "Now- don't think you have to do this or anything. I'll understand if you don't want to, and I'm sure my mom won't mind."
"Dammit Faye- spit it out!" said Kerri, mock-angry, "Are you spending the night here, or am I spending the night there? If Danny's home, I vote for spending the night at your house. I'm still hoping to catch him coming out of the shower or something! You're such a lucky bitch, seeing all THAT all the time."
Kerri was referring, of course, to Faye's older brother, Danny. She'd had the hots for him for several years and endlessly pushed Faye for every salacious detail of his frequent punishments.
Kerri, unfortunately, was an only child and, with no male siblings, could only listen in panty-wetting excitement to the stories other girls her age routinely shared regarding the discipline and humiliation of their male family members. It was under the guidance of their Mothers, of course, but still.
Once she turned twenty, she could fully and legally participate in any routine social conventions that gave every woman power and almost absolute authority over men without needing an older female to be present. Still, until then, she didn't have many opportunities, and she'd more than once masturbated furiously to the stories Faye had shared with her of her exploits with her brother.
That Faye's mom was also a Trainer- one of the women who taught others how to discipline their men- made these stories all the more exciting and arousing.
Kerri was certainly no stranger to regular sex, the kind between two women, but sex with a male was something she'd never done. Men were considered sexual toys, but that didn't help her when she had no brothers or cousins to experiment with.