“That’s… awfully noble of you. Crazy, but noble.”
“Look, like I said… I learned early on in life how to keep a guy’s attention off of someone else. To protect them.”
“Yeah, I guess you would. But… you said ‘part of you.’ What’s the other part?”
Brittney sighed, flopping backwards on Emily’s bed. “Part of me… part of me thinks this might actually make me happy.” She told Emily about some of the times they shared. Late-night talks at his mom’s house, cuddling and watching movies, their secret showers.
“Don’t you get it, Brittney? He’s just using you, like he uses every other girl he gets his eyes on. You think that will make you happy?” Emily laid down beside her, looking at her like she was crazy.
“No, I mean… maybe he is. I… don’t know. I just know what I feel. Even if it’s stupid. And maybe that’s just my brain trying to help me cope with what I’m trying to accomplish. But if so, and it makes it easier, I’ll take it. I’ve actually been planting seeds now for a while,” she said. She told Emily how she’d been watching him, flirting here and there. She even told him about her feelings journals.
“Wait, ‘journals’? Like, plural? How many feelings do you have, girl? Damn,” Emily teased.
“Well that’s the thing. He suggested I write down my feelings, and he was trying so hard to be all casual and sly that I knew he was up to something. So I thought about it, and figured out what he was trying to do—trying to get inside my head. He’s cut off, you see—nobody will tell him how they really feel about him, and I think he realized it. At least, not if it’s something bad. Look at you, you poor, poor thing—look what it took to make you say something!”
“And then I totally lost it as soon as I did. I’ve never felt so guilty for anything in my life. It was like I’d dumped a barrel of acid into a box full of baby kittens. No, worse than that. Like I’d gone into an orphanage and—”
“Yeah, I get you,” Brittney said quickly, not wanting to have to block the image of whatever scene she’d been about to set. “So I realized he wanted to know if people were secretly mad or afraid or what, but wouldn’t tell him. Hell, I know I wouldn’t say anything. That was crazy brave of you, Emily.”
“Thanks.”
“So anyway, I figured it was a good idea, making sense of my thoughts, so I went ahead and wrote one and stored it on my computer in a hidden file. Then I wrote up a fake diary in a notebook so that he’d find that instead when he came to spy on me.”
“A fake diary? What the hell for?”
“Well, for one, once I realized he meant to read it, I couldn’t… well, you know.” Emily nodded; she certainly understood keeping her dark thoughts to herself. “Plus, like I said, I wanted him to want me, so… I may have hammed up my enthusiasm some, to get him interested. If I’m being honest, after a while it just started to be fun to write it.”
She described one of her favorite entries, where she claimed she could barely write because she’d had this dream about being marooned on a tropical island with DJ and spent the rest of their days just fucking like bunnies, then woke up and had to get herself off without Mercedes noticing, only she did, and then Brittney told her about it was she was getting herself off and her roommate joined in and they came at the same time.
“Geez, add a picture or two and you could sell that stuff.” Brittney giggled. “Seriously. I’d buy it.”
“Thanks,” she said, coloring slightly at seeing the naked girls eyes fixed on her.
“So,” Emily said at last, “what happens now? You gonna try to make your move when he gets back?”
“I was—I am,” she corrected herself. “I’m leaving for break with a friend in a few hours, but once I get back… that’s the plan.” She steeled herself for the moment of truth. “And… well, now that we’ve met, now that we know… what we know about each other… do you… I dunno, do you want, maybe to… do it with me?”
“Mmm, I thought you’d never ask,” Emily said—and before Brittney knew what was happening, the girl’s lips were pressed to hers, followed moments later by her tongue. Brittney let herself be kissed, but when Emily’s delicate hand started reaching under her shirt, she pulled back.
“I’m sorry—I meant… wow, that was… wow. You’re… wow,” Brittney managed. “What I meant was, did you want to try to come back to DJ with me.”
Emily chuckled softly. “Oh. Guess I needed… well then.” She fanned herself with her hand for a moment. “So in your plan, I’d be your fuck toy, instead of Ashley’s?”
“I don’t want a fuck toy—I hadn’t thought of it like that. I just feel like… now that I know, I can’t not try to let you work things out. Maybe it’ll be weird, sharing… that, but you deserve a second chance if you want one.”
“Maybe a fuck toy isn’t what you want, but it’s what I am to him. I have to be good to him, and that’s what he likes. I’m not out to make you uncomfortable, but I want you to know what you’re walking into, if we did this.”
“Oh. Well… I did actually have fun when he and I were with other girls. It was weird at first, but… maybe it would be OK? And I could just leave you guys to it by yourselves sometimes? I don’t know how it would work, but Emily… I’m not letting you live on the street. No way. We’ll make it work.”
The slender girl settled up to her knees, looming over where Brittney lie. Her nipples were very, very hard since that kiss. Brittney’s were too. “I can make it work. Mistress.”
“Mistress? I’m not anyone’s… mistress.”
“How do you know you don’t want a fuck toy,” Emily said, leaning across Brittney’s chest, “if you’ve never had one?”
Brittney blushed at the girl’s sudden forwardness. “I wouldn’t know what to do with one.”
“You don’t have to do anything for a fuck toy, except tell her what you want. Let me do it. Let your little slut use her hands and her slutty mouth to pleasure you. She promises she’ll prove herself worthy of your blessing.”
“Emily, you don’t have to…”
“Your play thing wants to, mistress. No one has let her serve them in days and days, and she’s such a little slut that her pussy is so wet at the shape of her new mistress’ perfect body. You have such big, sexy breasts and that beautiful round ass, your fuck toy feels so lucky mistress would invite her to serve master with her.”
Brittney just stared, her pulse quickening. “You… you really talk like this?”
The brunette leaned in close, her breath coming just an inch from Brittney’s lips. “I don’t just talk like this—I think like this. This is who I am now,” she whispered. She kissed Brittney again, and this time, Brittney didn’t stop her.
It was soon evident that the girl meant what she said. In nearly all of her relationships with men, Brittney had been in a role closer to Emily’s—she sucked cock when they wanted their cock sucked, she bent over when they wanted a wet hole to shove it in, she made herself alluring and tried to make the little details Just So to keep up her partner’s interest.
Today, she got to be selfish. Not that she wanted to be—Emily simply didn’t give her an alternative.
“Would you like your slut to help you with your clothes? Please let her see your magnificent body, mistress.” Brittney nodded, so Emily stripped her, running her hands in a loving caress over every bit of newly exposed flesh she could while she did so.