3 comments/ 70959 views/ 4 favorites Turning The Tables On Tina Ch. 1 By: cristena "She's watching us again," Lori says. "Who?" "Next door. Upstairs window. Look up, but don't be obvious about it" I cast my eyes up, towards the open window. It's a hot day, too hot to do much but make languid, indolent love in our upstairs bedroom. The small table fan on the dresser circles lazily, cooling the post-coital sweat from our sprawled bodies. Lori's hand is resting on my breast, idly fingering my still-hard nipple. Lori's right, of course. Straight across the way in the neighbors' house, there's another open window facing directly into ours. A slight breeze ripples the filmy curtain to reveal the shadowy silhouette behind it. I'm not sure how this makes me feel, being spied on. When Lori and I moved into this neighborhood you could see some eyebrows go up; not everyone being thrilled about having an openly lesbian couple for neighbors. It's taken months of careful social navigation, coupled with a certain amount of discretion, for us to feel accepted. Still, we can't escape the occasional stare. And even though I'm not ashamed of our lifestyle, I don't like feeling as if I were an exhibit at the zoo. "How long?" "Only noticed just now, but she's probably been watching for a while" "You mean she saw us... " Gasping at the violation, I roll over, pull the sheet up to hide my nakedness, only vaguely aware of the absurdity of having to cover myself even inside my own bedroom. "Not just that, but I think I've seen her before, only I couldn't be sure." Lori gets up, pulls on panties, and looks for her clothes. Finds a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, yanks them on angrily, and gets up to leave. "Where are you going?" "To give the little bitch a piece of my mind," she stomps off. "Someone needs to put a stop to this." Good God, I think, what had she seen? I roll over on my back and close my eyes. How many times had she watched us in bed together, committing acts that we had thought were private? I had slept late this morning, waking up in the middle of the most erotic dream. The late morning sun had flooded the room with light from the open window. Still wet and feeling the same pulsating pleasure in my pussy that just moments earlier was part of my dream world, I slowly pulled back the sheet and found Lori's hand there, stroking me gently and watching for my response. I couldn't help a loud moan escaping my lips, as the tip of her slick pink tongue flicked out to tease my throbbing clitoris, licking up first one side and then the other of my hungry slit. Although she's normally the dominant one in our relationship, she sometimes surprises me with little rewards when she's feeling especially tender. It had felt so special then, so intimate. Now, in light of these new developments, I feel dirty. Suddenly I bolt for the shower, turning on both taps full blast to let the water course over my body, trying to wash off the girl's prying stare that coats me like a layer of grime. In spite of my shame my nipples harden at the memory of our earlier lovemaking. The feel of Lori's fingers on my thighs, coaxing them open, exposing the molten depths of my sex to her hungry mouth. Her tongue teasing my labia freeing my tender clit from its fleshy sheath, circling it like a predator stalking its quarry. Flicking across the hard little bud, teasing it, sending jolts of electricity up and down my spine, before probing into me with a burning intensity that sends me into spasms of ecstasy. A moan of pleasure and agony escapes my lips as I put my hand between my legs and feel a wetness there not from the shower. The hot water pouring over my faces mixes with my tears. I hear noises downstairs and quickly shut off the water. Must not let Lori see me like this, I think. A door slams, followed by voices. I throw on a sundress, then run down to see what's going on. The voices downstairs become discernible; Lori's and another person's. They're arguing about something. I see them just inside the front door, struggling. Lori's got her hand clamped around the arm of a young blonde girl, barely sixteen really, and she's dragging her into the living room. The girl is resisting with everything she's got, but she's no match for a pissed off lesbian, especially a former college women's rugby player. "Sit down, my love," Lori motions me toward one of the living room armchairs. "We have a visitor." Intrigued, I obey without hesitation. Lori leads our guest to the other armchair and sits down, the girl still struggling in her grip. Lori yanks down on her arm, provoking a squeal of protest . "Stop wiggling around," she orders her captive, "or I'll slap you silly." She lets go, and the girl stands there, rubbing her arm. On closer inspection she's actually a bit older than I first thought, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, although her body is thin like an adolescent's. I notice that her feet are bare, the toes painted a pale shell pink. "Well Miss," says Lori conversationally, as if this were a completely normal situation. "I suppose some introductions are in order. I'm Lori, and this is Debbie here. But of course, you've already made yourself pretty familiar with the two of us, haven't you?" The girl just stands there, blinking, which only serves to make Lori more impatient. "Well? Were you or were you not spying on us all this time?" The girl nods dumbly. Feelings of shame wash over me again and I cringe in my seat. Lori settles back into the chair, apparently satisfied. "Well, I guess that 's all out in the open then. And now that you've seen all there is to see about us, it's time for you to return the favor." A slow smile plays across her lips. "Come on, then. Let's see what you've got to show us." Turning The Tables On Tina Ch. 2 Chapter 2. The watcher revealed. "Well?" Lori prompts after a few seconds of stunned silence. "Go on then. Strip." "Fuck off," the girl retorts. Lori shrugs. "Fine, go home then. But I'm sure your parents won't be thrilled when I come over tonight to tell them that their little girl's been spying on the dykes next door. It's up to you." I want to step in, because at this point the girl looks pretty scared, but Lori's already pissed off, and to be honest, I'm getting a little turned on by this. Lori's dominant side has this effect on me, but I've never seen her work it on someone else before. With trembling fingers the girl starts unbuttoning her blouse, keeping her eyes downward. When she gets to the last button she shrugs it off and stands there uncertainly, holding it in her hands. "Jeans," Lori prompts impatiently, snatching the blouse away. The girl tugs at the waist button, fumbling at first, then finally works it loose and pulls open the zipper. Her panties are cotton and have little flowers on them. They stick to her jeans as she pulls them down, and she hikes them back up before tugging the jeans all the way down. She kicks them away in a frustrated gesture and stands there, partially hunched over, holding one arm across her bra while her other hand covers the front of the front of her panties. Lori gets up from the armchair and starts circling her, eyeing the girl's tender young body like a lioness surveying its prey. "So tell me," she asks casually, "what's your name?" "T-tina," she stammers, her face flushed. She still can't raise her eyes up off her pink painted toes, although occasionally she sneaks a glance over to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. "Tina," says Lori thoughtfully, as if she's thinking it over." Is that short for something?" "Dunno," Tina shrugs. "So tell us what you're doing here for the summer." Tina mumbles something neither of us can hear. "What's that?" Lori comes up behind the girl, her soft words coming out almost as a caress, but with an undertone of menace. "You'll have to speak up so we can hear you." Or else, she might as well add. She flicks Tina'z bra strap off her shoulder and laughs as the girl hurriedly pulls it back up again. "I said, I'm just home from college," she repeats, on the verge of tears. "You have any lesbian friends at college?" Lori asks, still circling.Tina shakes her head. "Of course, you wouldn't know, would you? Is that why you find me and Debs here so interesting?" she asks, pulling out the back of the girl's panties to take a peek at her rump. With a squeal Tina pulls away, slapping at Lori's hand. Lori stands back and studies her, thinking. Still trying to cover herself with her hands, the girl sneaks a glance up at Lori, her eyes wet with unshed tears. I can tell she's hoping the worst is over, that Lori will tell her it's all just a joke and let her go home. Lori shakes her head and turns to me. "I don't understand it, Debs, I thought I told her to get undressed." To the girl she orders, "Now do it!" "Jesus, Lori, that's enough," I say, even though my breath is coming out thickly. "You've made your point. Look, the poor thing's scared half to death." Lori shrugs. "Whatever you say, my love. Of course, I know that look on your face, too. You're getting turned on, aren't you?" I nod, swallowing hard. It's impossible to lie to her. "Well Miss Tina, it looks like Debbie here finds you as interesting as you apparently find her. What do you think of that?" A sob escapes Tina's throat and she turns her eyes to me. "Please..." she starts. Lori rolls her eyes. "I'm getting bored with this, Miss Tina. So if you won't do what I tell you to, then I suppose Debs here will have to do the rest of the honors." She pulls the girl's arms away from covering the front of her body and holds them down at her sides, taking away her last futile attempts at modesty. I sit there, transfixed by what's going on in front of me. My belly clenches, and my nipples harden against the thin cotton of my sundress. "Well Debbie, *would* you like to do the honors?" With shaking legs I stand up and approach the two of them. My throat dry, I reach around the girl's back to unhook her bra. I'm so close I can feel the heat of the blush coming off her dewy skin as I slide the thin straps down the front of her arms. The cups seem to cling to her delicate rounded breasts before releasing their hold as I pull the bra away. Tina's breasts are small and a bit paler than the rest of her lightly tanned torso, her nipples rosy pink nubs. I think I'm going to die from anticipation. I want to touch them, taste them, roll them around my tongue, but I know not to move until Lori lets me. I turn my attention to the girl's one remaining garment. "Now?" I ask. Lori shakes her head. "No, that's enough. It's time to go." Tina looks over at her clothes on the floor and makes a move toward them. "Not home. Upstairs," Lori makes impatient gesture toward the stairs. "I'm serious. Or I'll make you walk home naked. Now move it!" Turning The Tables On Tina Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Preparing The Lesson Solemnly, almost ceremonially, our trio ascends the stairs, me leading the way, then our unwilling guest, and Lori bringing up the rear. Every couple of steps she gives Tina's ass a sharp swat. The bedroom is warmer than downstairs, but not unbearable. The small revolving table fan on the dresser ruffles the curtain in the open window. Lori gives Tina a shove toward the bed, and she falls on it, sniveling. "Tie her wrists," Lori orders me. I comply, falling naturally into my role as submissive. The brass bedstead, a part of so many of our private bondage games, has a couple of silk straps still hanging from it, ready for use. I secure first one wrist, then the other, to the brass rails so that the girl is on her back, her breasts pointing straight up to the ceiling. Her legs flail out at me. "Better stop that, " Lori warns, "or I'll have her tie your ankles, too." The girl immediately goes still. "Now, my love," she turns to me, "I suppose it's time to continue what we started. You may finish striping our guest. But do it slowly." I nod. Control is the name of the game. Trying not to tremble, I ease the cotton panties off of the girl's hips, past her blonde thatch of pubic hair, then slide them all the way down her legs and off her feet. Lori regards the naked girl coldly. "Not bad," she comments. "Of course, I prefer the female form to have a little more, well, form to it. Like Debbie here." She walks up behind me, runs her hands from my shoulders down to my hips. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Lori's speaking to Tina, but her breath is caressing my ear, making the little hairs inside quiver. "Of course, you've seen it already though, haven't you?" Snaking her tongue quickly in and out of my ear, Lori continues, "You want to see more?" Still no reply. Her strong hands keep rubbing my shoulders, fingers playing with the thin straps of my sundress, easing them down off my shoulders. The gauzy cotton dress slides down off my body and lands in a pool around my feet. "See? Beautiful. Hate to tell you this Miss Tina, but you've got nothing on Debs here," Lori goes on, fingers fluttering lightly over my full breasts. My nipples, swollen, strain for her touch, but I know better than to move. Lori slips her free hand down over my ass. Her finger traces the nylon of my panties where it stretches across the cleft between my buttocks, following the crease downwards to snake between my thighs where the fabric's already warm and moist with anticipation. Her fingertip stays there for a moment, pressing into my heat. The slowly, deliberately, it begins to rub. My knees go weak.Just when I think I'm going to collapse, she stops, then tugs my wet panties down so that they slide to the floor around my ankles. The girl stares goggle-eyed at my own shaven sex. Lori smiles her dangerous smile. "You like the look of Debbie's muff, huh? Wouldn't you like your own shaven pussy?" The girl makes a small unintelligible noise as Lori takes a pair of nail scissors from the dresser drawer and starts snipping the blonde curls from the girl's mound. When she finishes trimming Tina's bush she reaches for the electric razor. The girl flinches. "Hey, you'd better stay still," Lori warns, "or it'll nick your skin." Tina tries to lie still, trembling just a bit, while Lori finishes shaving the rest of her mound. The skin underneath is pale virginal white, even lighter than the surrounding area. Stripped of their camouflage, her most private areas now in full view to us. I can barely catch my breath. "Not bad," Lori comments casually, licking her lips. Much better, as a matter of fact. "Well, Tina, how do you feel now? Still curious?" Lying there, her breath coming out in shallow sobs, Tina makes no answer. Her task done, Lori blows softly across the girl's now smooth mound to clear off the remaining wisps of hair. Still sensitive from the shaving, Tina's body jackknifes in response, her legs flexing upward and inadvertently giving us an even better view of her nether regions. Lori hands me the bottle of oil. "Here," I sit down beside the cringing girl and ease her legs back down straight, "this should make you feel better". I pour a little of the scented oil on my hands and start massaging it into the girl's mound. The oil grows warm with my rubbing, and I feel the girl's quivering body start to relax. With the leftover oil on my hands I start spreading it upwards onto her belly and stomach, up to and around but not yet touching her breasts. Her nipples, I notice, have grown hard; they look like little pink gumdrops. I don't know whether it's from the air of the fan, or what I'm doing with my hands. Finally, I spread the remaining oil over the girl's breasts, rounding her gumdrop nipples with tighter and tighter circles. A whimpering noise comes from somewhere inside her throat, and I can't resist rolling the tight little buds around my fingertips for a second. Lori smacks my ass, a sharp stinging slap, not hard enough to hurt but just to serve as a warning. "Hey," she snaps. "I didn't say you could do that yet." "I'm sorry." Lori pulls me back up to face her again.I see her clothes have disappeared too, revealing her in all her full leonine grace. She puts her arms around me, draws me in a kiss that turns the lower half of my body into a pool of liquid, and examines the oiled body of Tina on the bed, glistening in the sunlight. "Now," says Lori, "where shall we begin?"