Moving her thumb slightly she pressed the little button. Tori immediately stiffened as the shaft began to vibrate inside her. Tori held it there, fully inserted, for a minute until Tori was writhing and gasping, then moaning as Tara began to fuck her with it again.
“Oh, ooooh!” Tori squealed. “That’s so good!”
“Turn over. I want to try something out.” They were a mass of limbs as Tori rolled onto her stomach, while Tara kept the vibrator rammed in her pussy. “On all fours, shoulders on the bed.”
“Oh! Like doggy style?”
“Yep,” Tara confirmed. “I wanted to try it but I’m not sure I could reach.”
Tori curled her arm backwards, over her back and reached for the vibrator, her hand wrapping around the exposed shaft. “I can just do it.”
“Hmm, I guess I’ll try it next time.” Tara swatted Tori’s hand away than ran her free hand over her friend’s ass cheeks. They’d both caught some sun over Spring Break, and Tori’s ass still had tan lines from her bikini. She felt so smooth. Tara teased the seam of Tori’s cheeks, parting them slightly to see her friend’s little pink asshole, then moved her fingers further down, past the big shaft in her pussy to capture Tori’s clit, teasing it as she drove the vibrator in. Tori was sighing and moaning, and pushing back so Tara flicked the speed up a notch.
“I’m going to come!” Tara gasped, a minute later. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” She nearly knocked Tara over as she rocked backwards, her pussy slamming onto the shaft then holding still as she shuddered. Finally, she fell forward, prone.
Tara slid the toy slowly out, tossing it back on her own bed. So,” she said, perching on the edge. “Do you still want one?”
Tori was quiet for a moment then she rolled over, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her eyes sparkled. “It was awesome! I’m ordering one tonight.”
“Hah! I converted you.”
“You know the other stuff was nice too. Not that I’m a lesbian, but the kissing and touching was cool.” She smiled, reaching forwards to curl a hand around Tara’s neck, kissing her full on the lips. “I’m glad you came out to me.”
“I’m glad you let me kiss you, lick you,” Tara paused for effect, “then fuck you.”
“Have I unleashed a monster?”
They giggled, snuggling together on Tori’s bed, their warm, satisfied bodies enjoying the close comfort of each other. Tara just wished she’d had the presence of mind to take her clothes off too so that they could be naked together.
“Things aren’t going to get weird, are they?” Tara asked. “I know you said they wouldn’t, but you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Silly. I’m not going anywhere. Well, I’m going to visit my stepdad in a couple of weeks but that doesn’t count.” Tori hugged her tighter, and Tara wrapped her arms around her. “We’ve still got our game to play, too, which reminds me…are you going to send that photo?”
Tara untangled herself and got her phone, sitting back on Tori’s bed so they could scroll through the photos together.
“The second one,” said Tori. “Where you’re lifting your skirt up. I bet there’s a few more bi, or at least experimental, girls after this one gets out.”
Tori pulled a face then pressed send, holding the phone away from her like she couldn’t bear to see the little bar cross the screen as the message was sent. Across the campus a dozen cell phones would trill, announcing its arrival. “I can’t believe I did that!” She tossed the phone face down, ignoring the messages as they started returned. “I still like guys you know. I guess, I’m just…”
“Greedy?” teased Tori.
“Lucky,” replied Tara. “I have the whole campus to choose from!”
“Well anytime you get an itch…” Tori’s hand snuck under Tara’s skirt, feeling for her bare pussy, finding it and slipping a finger between the lips, all the time keeping eye contact, “let me know, and I’ll scratch it. That’s what friends are for.”
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A Desire for Dragonfire
Lily was nervous about going to work at the Socard estate. There were all kinds of rumors about the Socards: that you never saw them outside of the house, or that they were all inbred, that people disappeared. When she found that the current living Socard, Lionel, had asked for her specifically at the temp agency, a tiny voice in the back of her head had started to recite those stories and she couldn’t seem to make it stop.
She pulled up to the Socard mansion and drove around to the rear, to a genuine servant’s entrance. She knew the Socards were traditionalists but this was a little more traditional than she’d expected. The mansion deserved the name; Lily had no idea how big the building was but it was the biggest one that she’d seen outside of the state capitol. She went up and knocked and after a measured amount of time the door opened. A tall man in a severe suit looked at her as if she had lice. “Yes?” he said.
“Lily, um, Peck. I mean, I’m Lily Peck,” she said, cursing her nervousness. She sounded like a mouse. It was bad enough that she felt like one.
“Quite. Please follow me.” He turned and glided into the mansion, moving quickly enough that she nearly lost him when she turned to shut the door. She hurried to keep up.
“I am Preston,” he said, as if she should be impressed. “I run the day-to-day for the Socards.” He led her through several hallways, moving through the maze with the ease of long practice. He stopped in front of a door and turned to allow his nose to stare at her. Once more she felt herself wilting a little. “I’m sure you’ve been informed that you were specifically requested by mister Socard. Please try to make his choice a wise one, hmm?”
He unlocked the door and swept inside, revealing a very plain suite. “This is the maid’s dressing room. If you wish, and if you work out, you may use it as your private quarters as part of your pay.”
“A room? The ad didn’t say anything about a room,” said Lily, looking around in surprise. There were no decorations but there was stout furniture and a separate bedroom off to the side. She glanced inside and saw more of the same, though the bed was larger than she was used to. It was a lot better apartment than the one she’d managed to find off campus. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay in this huge old building’s basement or not but it was tempting.
Preston shrugged; either she would take the rooms or she would not. “Regardless, your uniform is in the closet in the front room. Do put it on. I’ll wait outside, of course.” His tone implied that he wouldn’t wait very long.
Once he stepped out into the hall, Lily scrambled to get into the uniform. It wasn’t exactly a bondage-style French maid outfit though it was black and had white trim and ruffles. She felt slightly ridiculous but the mirror told her that the outfit actually looked quite nice on her. It flattered her slim curves and she felt comfortable enough in it. She put the dust-shield in her hair and bustled out to meet Preston, who stood there looking as if his day was ruined by her mere presence.
He looked her up and down and his face relaxed slightly. “Acceptable, I suppose,” he said. He turned and started gliding again. Lily followed him. “You’ll now meet mister Socard. Do not refer to him as anything but mister Socard. Your goal is to be neither seen nor heard, but if you must choose one try to remain unheard. Your duties are strictly cleaning. You will not be asked to prepare or serve food, nor anything beyond the scope of your cleaning duties. You will have Thursdays and Saturdays off to start.” He droned on about her duties as she followed him, and she gradually phased him out while she looked around.