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Trainer

By: J_Ames26



Bang, bang, bang, bang.ungh ungh ungh uuuuuuuungh!!!!

I knew of Ryan long before I ever actually met him. My girlfriend and I were living in a duplex at the time and he was the young stud who moved in next door and seemed to entertain a different girl - loudly - every night of the week. It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that Chloe and I were suffering through the first serious dry spell of our relationship. We'd always enjoyed a healthy and active (if not very adventurous) sex life, but now, after three years together, we often went weeks without having sex, and when we did, it was the boring, perfunctory stuff of middle-aged couples.

I knew that I was at least partially to blame. I had recently turned 30, and the full-length mirror in front of our shower reminded me daily that I had let my gym membership lapse and it showed. I was an athlete throughout high school and remained naturally fit through college and into my mid-20s, but now, a combination of age, a long-term relationship, and a demanding career were taking a noticeable toll on my midsection. I wasn't fat by any means, but where I once wore toned and clearly defined abdominal muscles, there was now just a shapeless haunch. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a bit self-conscious, but my decision to get back into shape was less about my own vanity and more about my concern for my Chloe.

She was naturally gorgeous and she had stayed in impeccable shape over the years. She was only two years younger than me, but she still got carded when we went out to bars. More importantly, she still turned heads every time we went out. If her fiery red hair couldn't catch a man's attention, than her body certainly could. Her waist was almost impossibly slender in proportion to her buoyant c-cup breasts and full, perfectly round ass. In short, she had a body built for fucking. She was the kind of woman men couldn't help but stare at, and I took it as a compliment whenever I caught one looking. 

So you can understand my disappointment in myself and our relationship. We were still very much in love, but the thought that I was so lethargic and out of shape that I couldn't arouse much passion for the gorgeous creature that slept next to me made me question my own manhood. I knew it was time to start hitting the weights and the treadmill again. I wanted to do it for myself, and for Chloe, but it was Ryan who really motivated me to take action.

It seemed my new neighbor's busy schedule of constant fucking had kept him rather busy, so he was still moving some boxes and large furniture despite the fact that he'd been tormenting me with his late night grunts and thrusts for about three weeks. I came home early from work one evening to see him shirtless and sweating, effortlessly lifting an easy chair from the back of his Jeep.

"Hey, buddy," he said as I walked past.

"Hi," I managed awkwardly. I'm normally a pretty outgoing, neighborly kind of guy, but the fact that I my introduction to Ryan came from the kind of epic sex sounds I had previously only heard in porn made our first face-to-face a little weird. 

But there was something else. I'd always considered myself 100% hetero, a full 0 on the Kinsey scale, but something about being unexpectedly confronted by the sheer male perfection that was Ryan took the wind out of me. Maybe it was just the fact that I had become so self-conscious about my own sorry physique, but the sight of his perfect 8-pack abs and corded arms made me feel about three feet tall and anxious to get inside.

After a quick "see ya later" nod to Ryan I bolted up the front steps and after what seemed to be a lifetime of fumbling for keys, charged through the door, eager to catch my breath in private. Instead, what I caught a sight that set me back on my heels again.

Chloe was perched on the back of the couch staring out the window with a transfixed expression Id never seen on her before. I knew instantly that she'd had a similar reaction to the sight of shirtless Ryan. 

"Hi," I said, trying to sound amused and understanding.

"Christ!" she shrieked. She apparently had heard me burst through the front door. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"What are you looking at?" I asked, walking over to the window.

"Oh, just the new neighbor moving in. Just wanted to see who we'll be living next to."

"Ah, yesÉthe late-night lover."

"What?"

I had forgotten that Chloe usually fell asleep hours before I did and likely hadn't overheard any of Ryan's activities.

"This guy's got a different chick over every night and they fuck for hours." I said. "I can't believe it never woke you up." 

"Really?" Chloe said, unable to conceal her intense interest in the matter. "How do you it's always a different girl?"

"Trust me, you can tell."

That night as I stayed up reading, Chloe struggled to stay awake along with me. Sure enough, just after midnight the usual show began. She had been lying next to me and dozing off, but as soon as she heard the unmistakable sound of bodies slapping together, she sat bolt upright like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Is that him?" she asked, excitedly.

"What do you think?" I said.

We listened for a few minutes, first to the sound of Ryan's company for the night squealing in ecstasy, then to the bed as it sounded like it was threatening to break through the adjoining wall. Finally, Ryan's voice joined the chorus of grunts and groans. At first it sounded as though he was about to cum but it went on far too long for that.

Chloe sat and listened intently with a slack-jawed smile on her face. I guess the site of my girlfriend so thoroughly enjoying a sex show put on by another man should've bothered me, but the raging erection that was making a tent in my pajama pants seemed to suggest that it didn't.

I assumed Chloe was aware of how aroused I was, but it wasn't until about ten minutes of listening to Ryan jackhammer his friend in what sounded like a doggystyle position that she looked down, wide-eyed, at my boner.

"Well, hello there," she said. "Looks like we'd better give our new neighbor some competition." 

In one smooth motion, she pulled my pants to my knees and took my throbbing cock first by both hands, then into her mouth. At first I thought it had been so long since we had sex, that I had simply forgotten what Chloe's blow jobs felt like. Then I realized she had never gone at it with such enthusiasm as before. 

After about a minute of trying my hardest not to cum I pulled her up by the arms, turned her onto her back and got on top of her. I had every intention of making up for lost time, and giving Ryan a run for his money in the endurance department. Instead, I thrust into her about eight times, and the combination of her moans of pleasure and those of the couple next door became too much for me.

"That's right baby. Fuck me like that stud next door," Chloe said, at just the moment that I let out a cry and pumped her full of cum. I pulled out and rolled off of her, the sound of Ryan's epic lovemaking mocking me. 

"It's okay, baby," Chloe said. "It's been a while."

Just as I was about to respond Ryan and his lady friend reached their climaxes simultaneously (her third or fourth of the night) and their screams of shared pleasure nearly burst my eardrums.

I turned off the light and Chloe and I laid in silence for a while. I was about to nod off to sleep, when suddenly, I felt my chest tighten and my eyes shot wide open. I couldn't believe it. He was going at it again.

"Holy shit," Chloe said. "Are they doing it again?! What a fucking stud." She laughed. I could tell she meant it ironically and didn't want to hurt my feelings, but I had never felt more emasculated. I made up my mind that tomorrow, I would begin working out for real. I may never look or fuck like Ryan, but I could at least get in shape enough to pleasure my girlfriend the way she deserves.

On my lunch break the next day, I drove to the Westside Fitness Center around the corner from my apartment. I signed up for a one-year membership and when the girl behind the counter asked if I was in interested in signing up with a personal trainer, I eagerly answered in the affirmative. I knew myself well enough to know that if I didn't have an appointment to keep, I wouldn't make the time to work out.

"Well we have several to choose from," said the toned young lady in the alluring black leggings. "If you wanna follow me, I can show you a couple in action and it may help with your decision." Her tight pants and perfectly round ass made me eager to follow her, but to be honest every attractive woman I saw made me feel like less of a man, as of late. All I could think of is what a poor showing I'd make in the sack if I were ever given the chance with them.

Still, I followed her to the main gym area, and it was like the gods could sense my newest insecurity. Everywhere I looked, shapely, sexy young women were working out (along with a couple obviously gay men whose washboard abs and bulging pecs made a mockery of my own torso). I found it hard to believe this many attractive young people frequented this tiny westside gym, but it wasn't long before I found out why.

In the corner, guiding a sexy middle-aged MILF through a leg raise routine stood the most perfect human specimen I had ever laid eyes on. I didn't even need to see his face. My eyes made their way up from his feet, to the giant bulge in his bicycle shorts, and before I even got to his rippled stomach, I knew it was Ryan.

He helped the exhausted woman up from her back, as he'd likely done so many times before, and just as the counter girl was about to make her introductions, our eyes met. 

"Hey, buddy," he said, walking over with his hand outstretched.

"Hey, neighbor," I said awkwardly. "How are you?"

He sauntered over and gave my hand a squeeze that felt like it was going to break my fingers off at the third knuckle. I had never realized until he was up close, but he at least a half a foot taller that I. I knew immediately what I had to do.

"Do you work here?" I asked.

"Yeah," he responded, slightly amused. "Yeah, I do, why?"

"I need a trainer."

"Man, this girl last week? Ass like I've never seen in my life."

It's hard to go through a workout regimen with a full erection, but I learned to do that after my first session with Ryan (I also learned to wear loose fitting sweatpants so as not to make the female patrons screaming). His mind was built for sex as much as his body, and he'd talk about his recent conquests throughout the entire session. Mostly they were girls he trained, and mostly I'd heard in great detail what happened when he got them back to his place. Sometimes they shared a workout space with us. I could always tell immediately which ones Ryan had fucked or was planning on fucking because they locked eyes for the entire time I was struggling through a set of crunches. Seeing the perfect ass that Ryan described slamming into the night before writhing in a set of black leggings on the nearest elliptical didn't make the problem in my pants any softer. 

"You wouldn't believe how she screamed when I fucked her doggystyle," Ryan whispered as I rolled off of the exercise ball, sweating and exhausted.

"Oh, I'd believe it," I gasped.

The session went on like that, with Ryan bragging about loving and leaving the kind of women I'd only ever dreamed about. To make matters worse many of his detailed came while absentmindedly saving my life by hoisting with one hand weights that had threatened to crush my adam's apple seconds earlier.

But nothing prepared me for what I saw when Ryan and I hit the locker room together. 

In his usual laidback fashion, he questioned me about my job, where I lived (he'd apparently forgotten we were neighbors) and, of course, about my sex life. I told him about Chloe just as he began peeling off his bicycle shorts.

"Oh, that hot little redhead is your girl?" he asked. I heard the question on some level, but it was hard to answer with the most impressive male member I'd ever seen outside of a porno just a few feet from my face. Completely limp, he was a good inch longer than I was hard. To my profound embarrassment, he followed my gaze.

"Don't worry about it, bro," he laughed. "I'm blessed in that department. Many a straight dude has been caught staring." I wanted to look Ryan in the eyes but between his massive dick and face I had to take some time to linger on what could only be described as a perfect male torso. I've never had a gay inclination in my life, but I found myself imagining what it would be like to be a woman - to be Chloe - in the presence of such a flawless specimen. 

Chloe left the office a little early that day, so she was already at the apartment when I got there. She was taken aback by the sight of me in basketball shorts, looking like I'd just participated in some sort of sad wet t-shirt contest for doughy, pre-middle-aged men. 

"Where have you been?" she asked, not even trying to conceal her shock.

"At the gym," I answered, nonchalantly.

"Oh, and you didn't just walk on the treadmill and stare at some asses in yoga pants?" She was joking, but it was the first time that she mentioned my laziness with regard to fitness.

"Nah, actually I got a trainer." She perked up a bit. Like, Maybe there's still a man who can please me trapped under this unathletic tub of shit. I thought I'd up the ante. Actually, it's our new friend - I hired Ryan from next door to train me.

What happened next was a blur. Chloe and I fucked on every flat surface in the living room, making it the first time we'd fucked on any surface in that apartment other than the bed. I didn't know what had gotten into her, but I suspected the mere mention of Ryan training me got her going. Maybe she thought some of his magic rubbed off on me. I hoped so. The thought of it made me work twice as hard and I pulled out of her thinking I'd turned in my best performance in years. Chloe's exhausted sighs of ecstasy told me I was right.

We lied naked on the floor together in rapturous silence for a few moments. Just as we were beginning to doze off, we were awakened a loud squeal and a manly grunt that seemed to come from inside the room. The man himself was home and the sounds of his pleasure were even louder in here than in the bedroom.

Chloe and I listened to him ravage his obviously satisfied guest and she began to writhe on my leg and touch herself. She stopped just short of climaxing and looked me in the eye to confirm we were thinking the same thing. "We should have him over for dinner," she said more as a command than a suggestion.

Trainer Ch. 02



When I met Ryan at the gym the next day, I couldn't think of anything but Chloe's words from the night before. Well that, and how I'd feel about him fucking her brains out in ways I never could. The thought aroused me so much that I'd doubled up on underwear before leaving the house, in hopes of suppressing the many random erections that were sure to plague me during the day's workout.

"See that redhead with the big tits?" Ryan asked, indicating a stunning young thing in barely-there gym shorts and a sorority hoodie. "You wouldn't believe the way she screamed when I licked her pussy." I was struggling through my second round of crunches too much to answer, but I nodded appreciatively. 

"I think redheads have the best orgasms," he went on. "But hey you know all about that," he swatted my stomach in a friendly fashion and nearly knocked the wind out of me. "I bet that little lady of yours is a freak in the sack, eh?"

Why don't you come over tonight and find out for yourself? I wanted to say. I still hadn't made up my mind if I wanted to allow that to happen, so I merely left the door open to decide later. "Yeah, she's not bad," I squeaked nervously. "Hey, she's asked about you, as a matter of fact. She likes to meet all our neighbors."

"Oh, yeah?" he asked. A lurid grin flashed across his face, as though he'd spotted some new prey, but he quickly concealed it.

"Yeah, you should stop by for dinner one of these nights."

"How 'bout tonight?" Ryan asked in an off-hand, confident fashion that left little doubt in mind that he'd be fucking my girlfriend tonight.

"Don't touch," Chloe slapped my hand away, when I tried to run it along her milky thigh. She was standing in front of our full-length mirror modeling a matching, lacy bra and panties set and stockings that I never seen before. I assumed she bought them that day when I called to tell her Ryan would be visiting us that night. "This isn't for you," she added with a sly smile. She then slipped into a form-fitting black dress that she wore to a New Year's party two years earlier. I'd begged her to wear it many times since, but she dismissed it as "too slutty." Not too slutty, apparently for Ryan.

Well, if we were gonna do this thing, better to come right out with it then grapple with a huge-dicked perfect-bodied elephant in the room all night. I looked at the clock. It was 6:40. Ryan was supposed to arrive at 7:30. I went to the kitchen to steel my nerves with a slug of Mr. Walker's amber restorative. I pounded one drink, then another. I looked out the window at 6:50....to find Ryan leading a slim, sexy blonde from his car to his apartment.

I took in the news that he may have had a change of heart with mixed emotions. Maybe I wasn't ready for this after all. I went back to the bedroom to break the news to Chloe with a happy heart. Maybe she'd let me take advantage of that dress and those stockings after all. But the sounds of Ryan's lovemaking reached her before I did. Ya had to hand to the guy – he worked fast.

"Honey..." I began.

"I know," she interrupted. She began hiking up her skirt and pleasuring herself as if I weren't there.

"Maybe he won't..."

"He'll come....ungh..."

I couldn't believe how loud she was being. I thought to shush her but I remembered I didn't exist to her at that moment. I didn't exist, and neither did the impossibly hot blonde Ryan was obviously bringing to incredible heights of pleasure next door. I felt invisible, but for some reason my erection was threatening to burst through my pants. Ryan finished with his usual series of grunts but too my profound embarrassment and arousal, Chloe kept moaning loudly.

"I guess we're not the only ones having some fun," Ryan's blonde giggled through the wall.

"That's my boy going to town," Ryan laughed. If only. "Hey, you guys finish up over there I'm about to stop by."

"I told ya," Chloe whispered, biting her lip in a state of profound bliss.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later there was a series of loud thuds at the door that brought to mind the pounding had made Ryan such a god-like figure in my mind. Despite earlier trepidation, I ran to the door.

"Hey, look at this fuckin' stud," Ryan laughed. He gave me a friendly shoulder punch that nearly knocked me to the floor. I thought he was mocking me at first, then I realized it was simply a reference to Chloe's earlier squeals of pleasure. He thrust a magnum of wine into my hand in a way that made me feel even smaller than when he disrobed at the gym. "There she is!" he said, looking over my shoulder. I didn't need to turn around to know Chloe had just sauntered into the room.

"Hey, Ryan," she cooed in some sort of Marilyn Monroe voice I'd never heard before.

"You already know my name," 

"I know a lot about you," she giggled. He gave me a look and I shyly turned away. I knew the cat was out of the bag.

"Aw, fuck," he said with his usual laid-back laugh. "I hope my boy didn't give away any locker room secrets." Chloe gave out a sort or sigh/laugh that removed any doubt Ryan would be sticking that massive cock between her legs tonight.

As you may have guessed, we skipped dinner in favor of drinks. Lots of drinks. I made a point of outpacing everyone and soon I lost track of what Chloe and Ryan were talking about. When I snapped back to attention I realized the two of them were sitting as close as two people can get without one being inside of the other. The conversation, however, was even more shocking.

"Well, he does pretty well in that department, too," Chloe said, nodding in my direction. "You don't think I'd have been with him all these years if he was lacking!" They both laughed. What was she talking about? Finances? I mean, I did okay, but...

"In fact, you boys wouldn't mind settling a little womanly curiosity, would you?"

"Hell, I'm game," Ryan said springing to his feet. "What about you, my dude?"

I instantly realized what was going on and my mind was on board, even if my body was taking some time to catch up. "Dare to compare?" I slurred. "I already know what I'm up against, but let's go." 

"Well, it's your house," Ryan said. "You go first, buddy."

I stood and unzipped, and pulled my jeans down. I began playing with myself, focusing on Chloe's incredible breasts. For a moment, nothing happened and then, to my utter horror...nothing continued to happen! I had dreamed about this moment for weeks and now I was felled but the world's most inopportune case of whiskey dick. I stood pulling at my limp, shriveled cock for what seemed like an eternity until Ryan and Chloe both looked at one another, shrugged and....laughed!

"Well, contestant number one," Chloe giggled. "Swing and a miss. It's okay honey. You've had a lot to drink. Let's see what's behind door number two." She tugged at Ryan's nylon workout pants and they came off in one fell swoop. "That's more like it," she cooed, and took the head of his throbbing member in her mouth. 

"Sorry, bro," Ryan said to me as though he was no stranger to this situation. "You cool with this?" 

"Yeah," I squeaked. "Yeah, I'm cool." I sat back down and settled in for the show. Chloe took Ryan's cock out of her mouth for a moment, looked at me and mouthed the words, thank you, then somehow took his entire length in her mouth. To my delight, my cock finally began to stiffen.

I couldn't believe how magnificent he looked standing there, particularly when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. There I was, hunched over, feebly jerking myself off, while six feet of tanned, muscled perfection was getting pleasured by girlfriend in a way I had never known. After a few moments of oral which Chloe seemed to enjoy as much as (if not more than) Ryan, he pulled himself out of her mouth with some effort. For a moment I thought he'd had a change of heart. I was wrong.

"Sorry, bro," he said again. He then effortlessly lifted Chloe off her knees, into the air, and onto his cock. About three thrusts in, she began to scream. At first I thought she was pain, having been unexpectedly impaled on this 10-inch monster, but when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a violent kiss, I knew I'd been mistaken. 

From there he bent her over the couch (Like I said, he worked fast) and began violently pounding her. I was sure it must be more than she could take, and I'd never heard those sounds from her before. But again, she shocked me by screaming his name over and over. I couldn't take it anymore. I was rock hard now and needed to get closer to the action. I ran over and stood behind the couch in front of Chloe's face, which was bouncing with each rapid fire thrust, a beautiful blur inches from my cock.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, Ryan noticed me before she did. He stopped mid-thrust. "Dude, I'm sorry," he said. "You want a piece of this?" I didn't know what to say. I was somewhat shocked to be offered "a piece" of my own girlfriend. Chloe looked up at me as though shocked to remember I still existed. He pulled out of her and she gave a groan of disapproval. "Here," he said, and, straddling her, thrust his cock into my face.

I didn't think. I didn't have time to think. I wrapped my lips around his perfect cock and instantly a lifetime of insecurities vanished. If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em. I sucked him wanting every drop of cum he had to offer, without a thought to what Chloe or anyone else might think of it.

"Hey, suck his dick," Ryan said to Chloe the way you might tell a friend to give some change to a bum. She obliged and, to my surprise, went at with more gusto than she ever had before. She took me in her mouth with perfect passion and I did the same to Ryan. I felt part of some sexy infinity symbol. I never felt more complete.

A moment later, Ryan pulled out. "Oh, fuck," he said. "I almost came. You're good at that." He took a moment and surveyed the scene before him. "Now you two fuck." 

Chloe and I looked at each other naked as though for the first time. She pulled me toward her and I entered her with ease (I have to admit, she'd been loosened up a bit). To my surprise, we didn't just fuck. We made love in a way we hadn't in years. I took her in a missionary position, and we held one passionate kiss the entire time. The shadow of Ryan looming over us only brought us closer together, a reminder of all the forces that threatened to tear us apart. Just as I felt myself about to explode, I heard Ryan shout louder than he ever had next door. "Oh fuck...FUCK!...This is my favorite kind of thing!" With that, he showered us with cum, just as I filled Chloe's pussy. We were both covered in a virtual stranger's semen, but Chloe and I looked into each other's eyes with a closeness we hadn't shared in years.

We all lied naked on the living room floor for a few moments before Ryan abruptly got up. "Well it's been real," he said. "You guys are a lot of fun. We should do this again."

"Definitely," Chloe and I said in unison. We looked at each other and laughed.

Ryan let himself out and Chloe and held each other in silence for a moment. 

"Hey," I finally said, breaking the silence. She silenced me with a finger to my lips.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say," I said.

"You were gonna ask if we're okay," she said. "The answer s absolutely. We're better than ever. He can never have what we have. But now we can have what he has whenever we want." She grabbed my stiff cock and slid into her already sopping pussy. We made love in a way that I can only imagine kept Ryan up all night.



Training



"Emma I want you to begin your education, your training. I want you to stay with Mistress Louise for a few days. You have things to learn."

I looked at the floor. I knew he was right but scared that he didn't think I was good enough. I knew I had to - it was only training. Things I hadn't done, things I could practice, to be better for him. He wanted me to be his pleasure slave. I wondered if I didn't please him enough now, but he had had me marked with the tattoo and given me his ring and collar. I was going to be the best for him. Determination held back the tears.

Then he surprised me. He took me in his arms and kissed me.

"You are mine because I want you. I still want you, but I want you to learn things, about yourself and to make you able to please me even more. I want you to do it for all those reasons, but I want you to do it. You have given yourself to me. You will do it and you will know by doing it you are pleasing me. That should be enough."

"Of course, Master." It was enough. I knew. Even now calling him Master was exciting in itself. It made me remember, it made me feel faint at the knowledge that I had signed myself over to him completely. The copy of the piece of paper was in my bag. I would look at it over and over. All the things I had agreed were his responsibility, all the things that I had accepted I would do for him were physically written down and signed. It always made me hot just to read it. The only reason I didn't read it more was that I was afraid that the paper would wear away on the folds.

I had to report to his office on Friday. I walked past the bored receptionist, up to Louise's desk. He wasn't there. She had me sit and wait. Tears wet my eyes without my bidding at the thought of me not being with him. She was speaking with another woman, older than her. Showing her things. After twenty minutes she had packed away. There was no sign of Michael. The other woman went down the corridor. Louise came over to me. Looked me over as I blushed. She held out my collar! 

"Stand up. You are to spend some time with me. Please close your mouth. It is more appropriate for it to be closed at the moment. Master Michael told you that you would be going away?"

"Yes."

"Now present your neck." I had to kneel on the carpet. She removed my collar for me to kiss it, then refastened it. I wondered if the other woman might return. "In future you will address me as Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes... Mistress." Adding the latter uncertainly. Throat dry.

"You will do exactly as you are told, you will speak only when appropriate and you will learn. I will expect total obedience. Without that you will learn nothing." I didn't know whether to speak or not. Evidently it was not required. My heart was pounding. I was frightened; I didn't know what I would have to do. Still, she was strong; she would guide me as she had already. It was better than being with someone who I did not know at all.

She drove confidently. I was told to place my hands by my side, my knees two inches apart. I kept my eyes down on my knees. I would have liked to look at her but only allowed myself surreptitious glances out of the side of my eyes, at her thighs moving inside her trousers, at her long fingers on the steering wheel. She appeared totally relaxed and happy with life, in control of the situation. I felt my breathing was loud.

The house seemed to have originally been a small farmhouse. Beams, cosy, it sat on its own. A Japanese girl about my age opened the door as we drove up, shyly smiling with large red lips, white blouse and black skirt. Geometric bob. I had not thought of anyone else being there. She took quick glimpses at me. She was my height. Hovered around Louise. Her name, I was told, was Suzie. She took Louise's bags inside. I noticed a small tattoo on her neck. 

I was to put my bag in a cupboard by the door. Suzie standing, hands at her lap, smiling a shy smile, would hang my things. I followed Louise into a lounge. She sat back seemingly content, I stood uncomfortably before her. Suzie was sent to bring wine for Louise.

"Your Master wants you trained further."

"Yes... Mistress."

"You needn't be alarmed. But it is expensive in time. You should be grateful and ensure that you work hard to show your Master that you are worth it."

"Yes Mistress."

"He wants you as a pleasure slave. Most slaves have more than one, well, role, but this is all your Master demands of you at the present. Maybe later he will have you trained for others. He needs you a little, ah, how shall we say, more experienced." My face must have shown some surprise. At that moment Suzie came back with the wine. Louise took it and sipped it. Suzie took up a position against the wall by the door, watching. 

"Suzie, for instance has been trained as a maid, amongst other things." Suzie kept her eyes down. "She's a good one, most of the time. Though she makes mistakes and needs to be disciplined to ensure high standards. Would you describe yourself as experienced?" She asked me with a smile on her face. I looked at the floor. The silence stretched until I realised I must answer.

"No Mistress."

"How many men have rooted about inside you before your Master?" I looked up shocked at her words, then again at the floor.

"Two Mistress." Blushing furiously. Suzie could hear everything.

"Were they any good? Did you enjoy having them there?"

"Not particularly. No, Mistress."

"Why not? Didn't they permit you to climax?"

"No, Mistress." Another silence. I felt as though I had to fill it, give her more of an answer. "They didn't consider permission, they didn't think about it. They weren't dominant. I suppose they took it for granted that I would."

"But you needed someone who was dominant?"

"I didn't realise then, but yes, now I realise what I need, Mistress."

"And have you had women make you climax?"

"No! Only you, Mistress. When you spanked me."

"Michael tells me something about a girl called Pia."

"It was her. I didn't.... She... It was after I met him. He knows about her, he started it Mistress."

"Yes I know." She smiled, tormenting me.

"You consider yourself to be submissive, a slave?" I wanted to cry. I wanted a hole in the ground to open up for me to crawl into. I knew Suzie was listening. 

"Yes, Mistress." My face burned. My throats dry as I whispered the words.

"And you enjoy your status?"

"Yes, Mistress." So softly I had to repeat it.

"Good. And you enjoy your Master or Mistress taking responsibility for you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And do you have any responsibilities concerning yourself?"

"To make my Master or Mistress happy, Mistress."

"Yes, and part of that entails making sure that you can control yourself, your body, your responses, so that you do not embarrass or disappoint your Master or Mistress. If ordered to do something it is not appropriate to do it badly or protest that you do not wish to do it. You must do everything to the best of your ability and with the pleasure of others more important than yours regardless of what you are asked to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Well we have another matter to deal with just now. Suzie, please bring me the chair and glove."

Suzie quickly brought an upright chair and placed it next to me, then left the room. She came back, standing before the chair holding a black leather glove. She seemed even quieter than before, and stared at the floor.

"My skirt was creased this morning, wasn't it?" Suzie's eyes widened, flickered at me.

"Yes, Mistress." She had a soft American accent.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, Mistress." Seemingly looking determinedly away from me.

I felt my heart beating in my chest. I watched as she pulled up her skirt until it was around her waist. Her skin had a look of honey, her thighs sleek. She stood displaying her plain white knickers. Louise took a last drink of wine and then stood before sitting on the chair next to me. No words were exchanged. Suzie took her knickers and pulled them down. Her pubic hair was thin and neat above a neat little sex. Shuffling, with her knickers around her knees, she brought the glove to her Mistress and kissed it before handing it over. Louise put it onto her right hand. It looked tight, black, shiny. Suzie then draped herself over Louise's knees, her hair falling over her face, her buttocks pushed up and slightly separated. I could see the bulge of her smooth lips. I could see a small tattoo similar to mine. The skin was taut. Looking oiled. My breath was coming in short pants, my bra tight.

"Watch and learn." She moved me until she was satisfied that I could see everything. Her hand rested in the small of her back. Her other hand spread her thighs within the restraint of the knickers around her knees until there was a gap between the legs. Suddenly she began spanking the girl with her gloved hand. Three on one cheek. The slaps were loud in the room. Her flesh began to turn pinker. Then three on the other. This was then repeated.

I watched wide-eyed. My skin felt hot and tight. My sex throbbed. It was as if I was being spanked. I watched as the gloved hand delved between the thighs. Suzie lifted her hips and rocked as fingers entered her. When Louise took them away the smell of the girl's arousal was in the air. They left evidence of the girl's wetness around her slit. Again the spanking. Again the exploration. Again the spanking. I realised I was shaking. I wanted to touch myself. This time it was on the thighs. When she had spanked each thigh she moved to the buttocks again without exploring. The girl was sobbing softly now. 

As suddenly as it had begun it stopped. Suzie was sent to the wall again, this time facing the wall, her knickers still around her knees, her skirt still high, her thighs and bottom glowing pink. Her thighs I noticed were damp. I stared at her flesh. I turned to find Louise looking at me. My face reflected colour of the flesh I was so loathe to look away from. I felt totally transparent in front of Louise.

"Aroused?" I didn't want to answer. I looked at the floor. Eventually I gave in to her as I knew I would.

"Yes. Yes, Mistress. I have never seen... It felt ......" I couldn't go on.

"Would you have like it to have been your bottom being smacked?"

"Yes, Mistress." 

"And would you have like to have spanked Suzie's bottom."

"I don't know.... Mistress." The idea strange.

We both ate a tasty salad that Suzie had prepared and Louise drank a glass of wine while Suzie served us. She was now dressed correctly. Her actions were so precise, so careful, so pleasing. The gusset of my knickers held me uncomfortably wet as I ate. I couldn't erase the picture of the spanking from my mind. Quivers of excitement ran through me every now and again. Even the oil on the salad reminded me of the wetness evident at the join of those reddened thighs. I was given water. The food was laid out like it was a work of art. The table organised and decorated to perfection. A single orchid stood in a simple glass vase in front of Louise. I helped Suzie with the dishes as Louise had another glass of wine. Neither of us spoke as we moved side by side at the sink, our Mistress watched. Our bodies touched occasionally 

"Well, now we have Emma to attend to. Suzie take her back into the other room." I followed the silent Suzie. I stood in the middle of the floor and waited for Louise. She sat on a sofa with me before her. She had changed into a silk dressing gown. I noticed that the opening displayed a little of her thigh. Suzie was in attendance at the doorway.

"Undress." I guessed that this would come but it still shocked me when it did. It wasn't just undressing, it was being told to strip for her, to be examined. I looked around wildly. Just remembered to be silent.

"This is not a good start. I expect you to respond to instructions immediately. I do not expect to have to wait. It is irrelevant how you feel. You will submit. The purpose of you being here is my pleasure, your instruction and for your Master to feel proud of you. So far you are not capable of success in any of these areas!"

"I'm sorry Mistress." I felt tears sting my eyes. I wondered if she might spank me too. The thought not unpleasant. Was I trying to make her spank me? The thought stopped me. It made me wonder if I was usurping her dominance.

"You will be punished later for that." A shiver ran through me. Was it for not undressing immediately or for trying to get her to do something? I had never been punished by anyone other than Michael. Punished. "Now do you think that we could proceed to a situation were you might begin to grasp the basics or do I have to send you back immediately?"

"No Mistress. I'm really sorry Mistress." My chest felt tight. I wanted to please her, didn't want her angry. She was my Mistress.

"I'm sure you are. Now strip off."

I did as I was told. Had to place the clothes tidily beside my feet. Each time bending to place them. More and more naked. She watched, so did Suzie. I told myself that Louise had seen me naked before. It helped only a little. I had been given over to her. She was my Mistress. I didn't have to think, just obey. Realisation and acceptance washed over me. It felt right. Along with a quickening pulse at my sex. Suzie came and picked up the pile when I had completed my task. She took them away. Out of the room. I stood naked. I was being appraised. I felt like I was at auction. I didn't think I would ever get used to being naked for others. With Michael it was different in a way. Although embarrassed by it still I had at least stopped fighting it. I accepted it as naughty and let the strangely exciting feelings wash through me. No, not strange to me anymore. I knew myself to be excited. I knew just thinking about being like this had excited me. Acceptance. As she looked at my tattoos, my Master's brand on me. 

"I am to be your Mistress for a few days. Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I could be more cruel than your Master. You know that don't you?"

"I don't know." A whisper. I shivered again. "Yes, Mistress." Suzie came back.

"You have a pleasing enough body. Smallish breasts that look bigger on your skinniness, nicely upturned and pert. Turn." I turned so that she could see my bottom. Having to accept being examined. "Good tight buttocks. A young bottom." She mused. I had to bend over for her. Totally embarrassing. In her control. Knowing I was aroused by it. Held my shins. Parted my legs. "Mmm. Nice legs. My, those lips demand to be seen, don't they?" I blushed deeper, then told to turn again, feeling dampness between my thighs. "Your mound is larger than I expected. You look good hairless. It suits your body, counterbalances the wantonness in you. Your cunt looks hungry. I can see why Michael likes you." I glowed at that. "If I touched you now you'd be wet, wouldn't you?" Blushing, I nodded. Proud, embarrassed, wanting to hide. To run away. Wanted her to touch me. Suzie was there, could see, could hear. I looked at the floor. I saw my chest and breasts displayed the mottling of arousal. "Slut." She said it like a caress.

"Yes."

"Mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Show me." I opened my legs. I wanted to cry. My thighs were wet. I pulled my sex apart. "You are so wet, sopping wet!" I knew so well.

"Yes. Mistress"

"Why?"

"I don't know! Mistress." 

"I think you do." She laughed. "I think that underneath that innocent little exterior you know that you've found your role in life, haven't you, little slavey?" It was not really expected for me to answer. Not at all necessary. I looked at the floor ashamed and excited. 

"What do you use to masturbate?" Oh God.

"My fingers, Mistress." 

"A vibrator?"

"No, Mistress. Just my fingers."

"Why? Nothing? Ever?"

"I was too embarrassed to buy one. A friend's once. It was too hard for me."

"Did she watch?"

"Oh no. She didn't know I used it."

"Anything else?"

"A hairbrush handle a few times, but it wasn't really satisfying."

"Why not? Don't you like penetration?"

"Oh yes. With a man. But then it feels like it possesses me. With anything else it just filled me."

"But you like being filled by cock?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I was ushered near to her. She wanted to watch me finger myself. I felt myself shaking. She waited. I had to force myself. It was getting easier with my Master. This was humiliating again. A woman! And Suzie was still there! Stood with my legs apart. I had to learn control. I began tentatively. Told me that she could smell my cunt. So embarrassed. She told me that she expected a slut to do it properly. My cunt was so near to her. Less tentative now. My knees bent a little and opened outward. I was so wet. Stiff fingers circling around, pulling up the wetness. Slurping. So excited. Letting the wave take me quickly. Ready to come. Knew it was going to be a big one. Suddenly she slapped my hands away. Whimpered. I wanted to carry on. She slapped my hands away again. My hips thrust back and forth desperately. Gasping for breath. Begged her. 

I stood before her shaking. Her beauty. Her composure. My need. A tingle of excitement ran up my vagina. My submission. I had given her my trust. Her fingers ran over my thighs. "You spoke again." Her voice gentle. The promise of punishment. Her hand up and down the trembling softness of my thigh. So near to my lips. I attempted to push down. Her hand slapped my thigh. Then her fingers softly fuelling my arousal again, slowly but perfectly. I attempted to refuse it but was unable. Her finger in the cleft of my buttocks. I feel her finger nail behind my cunt nearing my puckered opening. An orgasm built out of my control again. The nail scratched over my arse. Her finger making me pant and thrust. My hips rolled. On the edge, then it left me. My eyes and face desperately communicating.

"What do you want?"

"You know, Mistress. Finish me. Please."

"What do you want?" Her finger plays lightly over me.

"Mistress please let me come. Please Mistress."

"How?"

"Anyhow! With your fingers. Please Mistress." Desperately pushing, trying to make her rub me.

"But these are another woman's fingers. Michael tells me you think it's wrong."

"I know. I know. Please."

"You want a woman to bring you off?"

"Yes. Please. I'm sorry. Please."

"You are begging a woman to bring you to orgasm?"

"Oh God! Oh yes, Mistress." Oh God!

"Don't you think that's naughty? Don't you think it's wrong, with another woman?"

"Oh yes. I'm so bad. So wicked. I'm just a dirty slut. Please Mistress. I'll do anything."

"I know. I know you will." An edge in her voice. "But what I want you to do is to run that phrase around in your head all the time. That you'll do anything. Anything that you're told." Yes. Yes. I'd do anything. Anything. My body throbbed. She was my Mistress. I knew it deep inside myself. We both knew it. "Whenever you need to climax you will need to beg me. Beg me. You will know that your pleasure is determined by me."

"Yes Mistress. Yes. Mistress."

"Suzie, fasten her wrists behind her. We don't want the little tart's fingers wandering, do we?" That was good. I wanted it. Suzie took my hands behind my back. I felt padded leather cuffs around my wrists, being fastened. I tested them. Pleased that they wouldn't give. Pleased to feel myself placed so physically in her control.

"Come forward, kiss me."

I had to bend forward to her, over the arm of the sofa. My breasts hung for her, nipples ready to be clasped, buttocks thrust high as I used the arm for support. Bound. Lips touched lipstick. She made me do the work. Wanted to kiss her. Her lips so soft. Wanted her mouth. Gasping for breath. Not quite there. Open mouth possessed by her tongue. She took my mouth with hers. 




Training



It had already been a long December, and it was about to become even longer. Anna had a full time job and worked hard to pay her bills, but with Christmas coming up around the corner, she had decided it was time to take on a part time seasonal position, ideally somewhere where she could get a discount. She was going to have to fly out of state to see her family, plus buy gifts for her best friends, and she figured at 26, she was too old to be the deadbeat who recycled old presents she had been given but didn't want. 

Anna absolutely dreaded the idea of going back to the retail world. She had been stuck there for two years, her senior year of college and the year right after, so she knew how rough it could be, especially during the holidays. "Oh well," she thought, "it's not like I have anything else to do anyway." She spent most of her time on the weekends lounged out in her pajamas, either reading and eating ice cream out of the carton, or masturbating to online porn. She chuckled to herself about the brief moment of panic that passed through her mind; taking a weekend job would mean she would miss a whole lot of new videos on her favourite site. There would be a lot to catch up on. 

After leaving her regular job that day, Anna drove down to the mall to put in applications. She decided her best and easiest chance would be applying at the same store, Mercury's, where she had worked several years ago. "Maybe I'll still know someone in HR", she told herself. Upon entering Mercury's, she couldn't stop herself from sighing heavily and rolling her eyes; the familiar smell of the store, the familiar sights of grouchy old women hanging up clothes from the dressing rooms, and the all-too-familiar sounds of the younger women leaning on the cash registers chatting. As soon as she turned to walk in to the back offices, she also saw a familiar face.

"Anna!" Christie exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" 

Anna bristled a bit hearing her voice. She hated Christie and for a second, considered walking out of the store. "Hi Christie. Oh, you know, Christmas is coming up and I could really use a part time job, you know, just temporarily."

"That's fantastic!" Christie continued, loudly. "We're hiring right now!" She shoved a clipboard with an application attached to it into Anna's hands. 

"Thanks," Anna replied, without enthusiasm in her voice, taking a seat to fill it out.

"It's no problem at all! And..." Christie suddenly lowered her voice to a hushed whisper, "If you finish your app today, I can get you in to training starting on Friday night."

"Great," Anna answered, with a tight-lipped smile on her face. "I'll finish it right now." Christie smiled happily and zipped out of the room to answer a ringing phone.

With Christie out of sight, Anna exhaled loudly again. "What am I getting myself into?" she thought. She knew she didn't really have a choice. With the job market so bad, it was even hard to get a seasonal position, and she was lucky Christie liked her. But, it was already Wednesday and she would have to start Friday night. That was a lot sooner than she had anticipated. "I guess I'll just have to make tomorrow night extra fun," she told herself, already too exhausted from her encounter with Christie to make much of her Wednesday evening. After completing her application, a short mandatory interview, and picking up new hire materials from Christie, Anna headed home to her small apartment, consoled herself with two glasses of wine and crashed out in bed.

She woke up the next day feeling more refreshed and peppy. It wouldn't be so bad, she convinced herself. It's extra money, and Christie had assigned her to work in her old area of the store, handbags. No picking up clothes, and she would get to look at purses all day long. Not to mention, her brain was already working on making it all worth it that night. She jumped in the shower, got dressed, and took off for her day job. 

She actually enjoyed this job; it was challenging and made her think, plus there were a lot of young, cute guys to flirt with. Anna had ample curves, an hourglass figure, and always tried to dress in an eye-catching manner. Although she hadn't been on a serious date for months, there were several interested parties. Today she had chosen snug-fitting dark blue jeans, which framed her round backside and hugged her toned things, and a loose-fitting but cleavage-baring light blue cotton blouse, showcasing her large, creamy breasts. She had blow-dried her long brown hair into perfect waves and topped things off with a cute pair of kitten heels. 

The day inched by in a terribly slow fashion. It was a boring day so far, but Anna didn't mind, knowing that she was soon going to be spending evenings swamped at Mercury's. When her stomach began to growl, she looked at the time in the corner of her monitor. It was already lunch time and she had spent most of the morning reading news on the internet. "Not bad," she thought, getting up to heat up her small frozen lunch. As always, she secretly hoped that one of the single guys would be eating in the break room, and would be particularly happy if it was Jon. Of all the guys she flirted with in the office, Jon was the only one she could actually see herself dating. He was tall and cute and nice, but painfully shy and she knew he'd never make a move. She thought about asking him out, but that would ruin the fun of seeing the embarrassed look on his face every time she came near. 

Sure enough, when she entered the break room, Jon and a couple of other older co-workers were finishing up their lunches and sitting quietly around different tables. Anna breezed in and opened the refrigerator, and Jon straightened up in his chair, glancing up with his eyes while keeping his head down, pretending to be very interested in the Metro section of the newspaper. Anna popped open the box of her lunch, vented the plastic, and stuck it in the microwave. No one said a word. She raised her eyebrows amusedly, and gave a bored sigh and a smile at Jon. That was his cue; he almost never spoke to her unless she looked at him first. 

"Hey Anna, how's it going?" he mustered up the confidence to say.

Anna looked him straight in his green-gray eyes and smiled. "It's going very well," she said chipperly. "And yourself?"

"Pretty good," Jon replied. Then, silence.

Anna looked at him, raised her eyebrows again, and nodded. "Cool." At this point, the other co-workers, actually reading their newspapers and books, looked visibly annoyed at the conversation and got up and left. Anna laughed to herself. Her lunch was going to take 5 minutes to heat up, so she might as well make the best of it. She took a seat next to Jon. "Anything interesting in here?" she asked him, leaning over his arm to reach a section of the newspaper. 

"Um, not really, no," he answered, trying to keep his voice from cracking. Anna's hair had brushed his arm and it sent a shock through his body. He smelled the fragrance of her hair products as she sat back in her seat. 

"Well, I guess it's comics then," she mused, throwing him a sly grin. She crossed her legs under the round table, and when she did, her knee touched Jon's. She opened the newspaper page all the way and began to browse the comics, making sure to lean over slightly to give Jon a peek down her blouse. It was all mostly innocent, but Jon still hopped up quickly. 

"I gotta get back to work...but I'll see ya later Anna," he said, a goofy grin on his face. She smiled at him and when he left the room, she laughed and shook her head to herself. Shy boys, she thought to herself, they were so puzzling. She didn't really get it, but she sure did think it was humorous. A couple of minutes later, the microwave sounded the signal that it was time to eat. She gathered up her lunch and drink and went back to her office.

Finally, five o'clock rolled around and it was time to leave. After her encounter with Jon, Anna had spent all afternoon daydreaming about pleasuring herself that night. That is what she decided she was going to do with her evening. It was going to be her treat to herself and she was going to do it right, take her time and really enjoy it. On her way down the elevator, she was delighted to again run into Jon. She brushed her shoulder against his as she walked past on the way out. "Have a good night Anna," he said. 

"Oh, I will," she said charmingly, "You too." 

On her way home Anna stopped by the grocery store for some supplies. There was a definite chill in the Texas air for the first time that December. Her arms goose-pimpled in the parking lot from the absence of a sweater and she felt her nipples harden. Her thong under her tight jeans was slightly damp, as she had been thinking about the events of the upcoming evening the entire drive home. Inside the store, she picked up a bottle of cranberry juice for cosmos, some nice cheese and bread for a precursor, and her usual weekly tub of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia for dessert. Lingering only slightly longer than necessary to make small talk with the much-younger male cashier who couldn't stop staring at her tits, she gleefully headed back to her car to begin her evening.

When she got home, she flung off her purse and went into the kitchen. Dragging a big bottle of vodka out from the freezer, she poured a healthy amount in a martini glass and topped it off with the cranberry juice. Taking out a large knife from a drawer, she cut some chunks off her wheel of smoked Gouda and sliced up the bread. "Ahhh," Anna said aloud to herself. Much better, she thought, kicking off her shoes and unzipping her pants, casting them over the back of a chair. After her small meal and at least one more cocktail, she really felt the relaxation kicking in. She put away her mess and went into her bedroom. Removing her shirt, she paused to look at her reflection in the mirror. The pilates is really working, she thought, admiring her flat stomach and firm ass. She unhooked her cream-colored bra from the back and her breasts came bouncing out. She squeezed them with her hands, pausing on her big mauve-shaded nipples and feeling her clit respond. 

Anna opened one of her dresser drawers and took out a ribbed white tank top almost long enough to be a very short dress and slipped it on, at the same time slipping off her thong. Then, opening the drawer underneath, she took out a large, soft baby pink dildo, and a hard, plastic hot pink rabbit vibrator. These were her two favorites and they never failed her. She stepped into a pair of comfortable black platform flip-flops and practically strutted back out to the living room where she kept her laptop, grabbing her martini on the way. She set up her drink and toys on the end table next to her seat on the couch, and laid a soft throw blanket across the cushion to sit down on. Her pussy was now starting to throb in anticipation. Anna picked up her small laptop and opened up her favorite porn website. It was the type which users could upload their own videos, and there was usually always something to watch. She loaded the page, set the laptop on the couch next to her and the videos began playing. 

As she watched a young, amateur college couple fucking on her screen, she leaned her head on the couch back and started to let her hands wander up and down her own body. It was cool in her apartment and her nipples were rock hard. She looked down and could see them right through her thin shirt. Using the tips of her fingers, she lightly traced them through the fabric, then held the fabric itself and rubbed it across them. She could feel her pussy beginning to get wet. The first video ended, and Anna clicked on the next one. It was a women masturbating and squirting. She watched the woman cum, and could feel herself cumming more intensely. She reached back and grabbed her rabbit, switching it on to a high speed. Spreading her legs wide on her couch, she placed the vibrating toy on her clit and squeezed down with pleasure. Then, she rubbed it lengthwise up and down her swollen lips and with each stroke, it spread around the wetness slowly seeping out of her pink hole. She always liked to go slowly when she masturbated. She loved feeling her own excitement level rise more and more to an unbearable level. The woman in the video began lustily breathing and soon enough, liquid squirted out of her pussy. Anna pinched her nipple firmly through her shirt, and plunged the rabbit into her soaking wet pussy and slid it in and out gently. The vibrations shook her from the inside out, and tickled her clit, as her fingers played with her now pliable nipple. When this video stopped, Anna clicked on the next up as fast as possible. With each thrust of the vibrator, she grew closer to orgasm.

The next video was of a lesbian couple, a petite pretty brunette and a blond college student. 14 minutes long, Anna thought to herself. That was a good thing, especially if it was a hot one. Lesbian videos were one of Anna's preferences. She herself had never been with a girl or even thought about it seriously, but she wasn't afraid of contact with girls either. Girls were beautiful too, she just really didn't need them for sex. "Oh, oh," she moaned. The rabbit made her pussy burn with pleasure and long for the dildo. She turned off the vibrator and snatched the thick toy from the end table. With one hand, she gingerly inserted the faux cock in between her legs and with the other, rubbed her clit in circles. The ladies in the video were licking each other's wet areas and were loudly vocalizing their pleasures. Anna watched their bodies gyrate and continued fucking herself with her pink dildo. As the girls got closer to cumming, so did Anna. She pinched her clit between two fingers and closed her legs slightly so that the huge rubber dick felt even bigger. She moaned louder and louder along with the video. Her pussy was dripping cum down her ass, onto the soft fabric beneath it and her lips were full and plump with excitement. 

The blond and the brunette took out wicked looking vibrators and slammed them into each other, culminating in a barrage of screams and hip-bucking action. Anna plunged the dildo further in with each thrust, and pulled it in and out faster, her hand swishing across her clit. She could feel the intense rhythms inside her pussy walls, creeping throughout her body, turning her limbs into jelly and reducing her breath to panting. Moments later, she exploded in orgasm herself, screaming loud enough so the neighbors probably heard, but she didn't care. She collapsed down into the couch cushion, and only very slightly, bounced the cock around, re-rubbing her sensitive spots as she watched the satisfying end of the lesbian video. After a minute, she opened her eyes and pulled the dildo out to take a look. She smiled and giggled to herself at how seriously she had treated the whole episode. But it had worked like a charm; the pale pink toy was covered in her cum, dripping down its shaft, and she was completely mellow. 

Anna stood up to wash her toys, pausing to drink down the rest of her cosmo. It was time for ice cream. She went into her bedroom to clean up, pulled down her shirt, put on a pair of black panties, and fixed her mussed hair. Her faithful assistants went back in their drawer and she dreamily walked back to the kitchen, absentmindedly opening the freezer to grab her Cherry Garcia and the silverware drawer for a spoon. As she sat back down with the pint, she thought, "Bring it on Mercury's," and clicked on the television to watch her favorite show.

Exactly 24 hours to the tee later, Anna was sitting in the training room at Mercury's with one other person, waiting for the rest of the trainees and the instructor to arrive. It was already dark outside and it just didn't feel right to still be working, but Anna was determined to make the best of things. At least there's always the amusing shoplifting videos, she told herself, those were entertaining. Then the play cash registers where the managers made sure you could count fairly well. And there was always the chance of a hot guy starting at the same time, right? But, Anna wasn't fooling herself; she knew it was going to be incredibly dull. She looked at the door impatiently. More new people started to trickle in and no one looked interesting at all. The instructor came in a few minutes later, and lastly, a couple of late stragglers, including an old man, a young girl for whom this was probably a first job, and then an attractive red-headed woman who immediately caught Anna's attention.

She was probably a couple of years younger than Anna, but looked intelligent. She had a unique face too, vibrant green eyes that were separated slightly and she donned a wide smile that emanated from strawberry colored lips. Her fiery hair was a bit on the wild side and hung in fluffy waves on the sides of her face, falling down to her shoulders, and her skin was lightly tanned, like pale toast. She was taller than Anna, and slimmer, with a body that was softly toned from exercise, but still had a feminine look. Anna had never seen anyone who looked like this before, and she couldn't stop herself from evaluating this person. Interesting, she thought to herself. The girl took a seat and the instructor began speaking. "Welcome to Mercury's everyone. We're going to start today by watching a video about shoplifting..." Anna turned her attention back to the task at hand.

After the shop-lifting lesson, a video about giving good customer service, and a practice session on the fake cash register, it was time for a break. Anna darted her eyes to the red-head, whose name, she had learned, was Rachel. She timed leaving the room at the same time as Rachel; she wanted to introduce herself. Rachel seemed cool and it would be nice to have someone to relate to in the class. The whole group wound their way toward the restrooms and Anna stood next to Rachel waiting in line. "Hi, I'm Anna," she said and offered her hand. 

"Hi, Rachel," the girl replied. 

"So what do you think of the class so far?" Anna continued the conversation.

Rachel rolled her bright green eyes and smiled. Anna found herself laughing. "Um, it's pretty boring," Rachel giggled back, glad to meet a like-minded person in the group.

"Yeah...and it's 2 more days of it," Anna told her. They would all be coming back tomorrow morning for two full days of training before their first real day on the floor.

"Man, I don't think I can make it!" Rachel pretended to fall over as she walked forward in the line for the toilets. The two girls hit it off like best friends immediately. When they made it back to the room, they split up back into their respective seats and sat through the rest of the session. 

For some reason she couldn't explain, Anna kept glancing in her new friend's direction. "Rachel's really cool," she told herself. "I rarely ever meet someone I get along with so well." Once the class was over, Anna rushed over to Rachel as they all walked out to the parking lot.

The doors opened and cold air rushed in to greet them. Everyone bundled up tighter and bid each other good nights. "Hey it was nice meeting you," Anna said sincerely.

"Yeah, you too. Thank God that day's over! I'm so hungry!" Rachel said. 

"Me too!" Anna exclaimed. She hadn't had time to eat after work before she drove over. "Well, I'm just heading over to Taco Palace right down the road," Rachel mused. "If you want to come, that's cool."

Anna thought about it for half a second. She had nothing to eat in her house except the other half of her Ben and Jerry's. "Sure, why not...if you don't mind."

"Not at all. I'll meet you there," Rachel told her as she walked to her car. 

"Okay," Anna answered and went to her own car. It was already after 9 o'clock, and they had to be back at Mercury's at 9 tomorrow morning. A gal's gotta eat, she said to herself and started up her vehicle. 




Training



Taco Palace was only a block away from the mall. Anna followed Rachel's car into the parking lot and pulled in next to her. The two walked in together and Rachel made her order at the counter. "I'll have the taco platter," she told the man behind the counter.

"Okay. Would you like a drink with that?" he asked in a thick accent. "Our pineapple margaritas are good tonight," he offered, eyeing the two pretty girls up and down. 

Rachel turned to Anna. "What do you think? You up for sharing a pitcher?"

Anna hesitated briefly. "Sure. I need a drink after that boring ass session," she mumbled in jest. Rachel laughed in response and finished her order. Soon enough, they were sitting in the mostly empty restaurant, talking amidst some small awkward silences that come from not quite knowing a person. Anna found out that Rachel worked at an advertising firm as an assistant, had only graduated a year ago from college, and like herself, was taking the Mercury's job for the extra Christmas money. After a long period, considering there weren't many other customers around, the girls' order number finally was called.

Anna grabbed the tray of delicious smelling Mexican food and pitcher of drinks and Rachel picked up salsa and napkins, then they decided to head outside to the patio seating. Through their hungry scarfing, they talked more as they began to get happy from the alcohol. After practically inhaling her enchilada plate, Anna sat back in her chair with margarita in hand. "This is so great," she said her herself, looking at Rachel. She was ecstatic to meet someone unique and exciting. 

Rachel finished up her meal too and topped off her beverage. Looking at her wristwatch, she sighed, "It'll still take me 45 minutes to get home and we haven't even polished off half of the margaritas!". 

"Well, we better get moving on that then!" Anna poured herself another. She felt her bravery and confidence returning after wavering a bit in Rachel's presence. "You have someone waiting for you to get home?" she asked, bringing her cup up to her mouth. 

"No, not at all, unfortunately," Rachel giggled to break the tension. "My last boyfriend dumped me 8 months ago...get this...for a much older woman." Anna's eyes widened and she guffawed with laughter. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she paused, "it's probably not that funny."

"Well, it is now," Rachel smiled and continued. "He's a jackass anyway. But, yeah, it's just me and I'm just looking. Know what I mean?" She had the feeling Anna was single as well.

"I sure do," Anna replied. She thought back to her solo sexual exploits of last night and felt a familiar tingle in her pants when she remembered the video of the two women she had gotten off to. Rachel topped off their half-empty glasses with more of the overly sweet, but potent margarita. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!" she pronounced, swishing her cup up again. 

"Absolutely!" Rachel agreed, raising her glass to meet Anna's for a cheers. They both quickly downed most of their drinks. 

Anna's eyes were slightly unfocused now. "Shit," she thought. She wasn't expecting to get so toasty and hoped she wasn't embarrassing herself. She glanced at Rachel and saw that her eyelids also appeared a little droopy. Rachel stopped and looked at Anna. 

"I'm gettin' pretty wasted!" she said, and the girls dissolved into laughing heaps at the table. For the first time, Anna noticed Rachel's chest through her unbuttoned oxford shirt. Her breasts were smaller than Anna's, probably a large A-cup, and her skin looked satiny in the moonlight. Damn lesbian videos, Anna thought to herself and tried to put it out of her mind. 

Around thirty minutes later, when the pitcher was empty, the new friends looked at each other as they stood up. When they started to walk toward the door, Rachel stumbled a bit. "I think I might be a little too drunk to drive right now," she looked at Anna with a bit of panic in her saucer-like eyes. Anna stumbled for something to say. She was drunk too, but only lived a couple blocks away.

"Well, I hope this isn't weird or anything, but I'm just ten minutes away. If you don't mind sleeping on the couch, I probably have at least one shirt that will fit you for tomorrow." 

Rachel considered her options. "Okay, sure," she said. "Hey, I really appreciate that." She was sincere and already felt better. They walked to Anna's car and Anna shoved some papers and clothes onto the floorboard. 

"Don't mind the mess," she told her. "Don't worry about it," Rachel replied. They made the short drive in silence, as Anna concentrated on the road and Rachel peeked around Anna's car curiously. When they arrived at Anna's complex, they got out and walked up to the second floor where she lived. 

"My place might be a total wreck," she warned. She realized she hadn't done a thorough cleaning in a couple of weeks. 

"Ah, it's no big deal," Rachel replied. "You probably weren't expecting a random drunk chick to show up at your door!"

Anna laughed quietly as she fumbled with her keys. Rachel was standing close now and she could smell the remnants of her earthy perfume. She couldn't stop her clit from twitching almost imperceptibly. Her inhibitions were lowered from the alcohol. "I love your perfume," she said aloud. 

"Thanks!" Rachel responded. Anna opened the door and they went inside. 

Anna went straight to the kitchen to grab some water bottles. "Just throw your stuff anywhere," she shouted to Rachel, who was taking in the living room. Rachel walked toward the kitchen, chuckling. 

"Do you always just strip down anywhere when you get home?" she teased, pointing to Anna's jeans from the night before, still draped over the chair and a couple of shirts that had found homes on her couch. 

"Yeah...sometimes!" Anna teased back. They sipped from their water bottles and stood around for a second. "Hey, do you want some ice cream? I have Ben and Jerry's," Anna asked, grabbing two spoons. 

Rachel replied by taking one of them and scooping out some of the dessert. "Sorry Mercury's," she laughed. They both knew they were going to feel this in the morning. 

"Come on," Anna said through a mouthful of ice cream, as she turned to walk to her room. "Let me find you something to wear." 

Rachel followed and helped herself to a seat on Anna's bed. It was unusually quiet in the complex for a Friday night. Normally Anna slept in the living room to avoid the loud neighbors who tended to party until the wee hours every weekend. She handed the Cherry Garcia to Rachel and dug through piles of clothes in baskets. "I swear they're clean!" she giggled, pulling out a purple tank top and a pair of old blue cotton shorts. She tossed them on the bed next to Rachel and turned away to change herself. 

Rachel laughed at her shyness, "Don't worry, I've seen it all before!", then stood up to get undressed, setting the ice cream on the nightstand. 

"All right fine, you get what you ask for!" Anna joked and turned around, trying to act normal. She unclasped her pants and they fell to the floor. She remembered was wearing orange silk panties and felt a flash of embarrassed heat cross her face. When Rachel took off her own trousers, Anna almost stopped her tracks. Her legs were long and beautiful; toned, smooth, and her skin was luminescent. She was wearing lime green cotton panties. Quickly, Anna came to her senses and continued, stripping off her shirt, standing in her matching orange bra and panties and reached for the carton of ice cream. As she took the spoon in her mouth, she covertly watched Rachel from the side as she unbuttoned her dark red shirt the rest of the way. Rachel pulled off the snug long sleeves, revealing a purple bra underneath. "Hey, your bra matches the tank top," Anna said before she could stop herself. Giggling, Rachel turned toward Anna fully. 

"So it does," she sassed, moving Anna's direction for some ice cream. 

Rachel was a creature to behold. Her tummy was lightly toned, showing just the outlines of her abs, and it stretched down into her almost-boyish hips. Anna caught her eye and felt herself becoming wet, and her pussy took on the same ache it had last night. Rachel paused. There was electricity in the air, and something undeniably resembling sexual tension in the room. She put her hand out for her spoon. "Great tits Anna," she said with humor in her voice, attempting to ease the situation. She had never been attracted to another woman before. Anna was beautiful, almost like a goddess, with her large breasts, shapely hips, and dark hair. Her eyes were hazel, but seemed like a kaleidoscope of brown, green, and blue, and they twinkled in the dim light. Now it seemed almost inevitable that she would kiss this girl.

As Rachel walked toward her for the spoon, Anna noticed the serious look that had overcome her. She softened her face and fixated on her friend's full lips. She pulled the carton back from Rachel's reach, picked up her own spoonful of ice cream, and held it up to Rachel's mouth. They gazed into each other's eyes, never breaking the stare. Rachel opened her mouth and placed her hand on Anna's hip, just above her panties, touching her cool skin. Anna slid the spoon in slowly, resting it on her pink tongue, and Rachel slowly closed her lips around it, leaning back to take the frozen treat. Anna's pussy burned with desire. Rachel swallowed the Cherry Garcia and brought up her free hand to Anna's other hip. Anna set down the carton. She put her arms around Rachel's waist and felt her tender skin on her warm palms. Reaching one arm up, she clicked off the overhead light.

The girls inched closer, running their palms across each other's backs, their stomachs pressed lightly together. Rachel leaned in first, lips parted, and licked her bottom lip. Anna moved her head forward and their mouths touched gingerly. They could hear each other's shallow breathing. Anna couldn't at all believe what was happening. But she had never felt this type of sexual energy before and each time her lips pressed onto Rachel's, she felt shockwaves run through her body. Rachel's lips were unbelievably soft and moist. Her face was fragrant and her breath sweet from the ice cream. Her eyes were now closed, and Anna closed her own too. She darted her tongue gently into Rachel's mouth, touching her own supple and delicate tongue. Rachel responded by holding Anna tighter and kissing her a little harder.

They eased their way onto the bed, sitting as close together as possible, one of Rachel's hands on Anna's thigh and the other resting on the back of her neck. Anna placed her hands on Rachel's slight shoulders and they contined to kiss, fully exploring each other's mouths, both experiencing new sensations. They became increasingly more intense, their tongues moving faster, and their lips becoming wetter. Anna moved her fingers through Rachel's red hair and held her head. Rachel drew her hand from Anna's neck and traced it down her chest, stopping just before she reached her bra. "Can I see you?" she whispered. 

Anna slid the bra straps off her shoulders and lifted the bra over her head. It felt strange to expose her breasts so closely to another woman, but it gave her a sort of power. She leaned her head back, as Rachel breathed heavily in the silent room. Rachel reached out her fingertips toward Anna's chest and looked cautiously into her eyes, waiting to see if it was really okay to touch. Anna's nipples firmed in the cold air. Rachel had never seen such big breasts in person before and her shaved pussy came at the magnificent sight. Anna gave an approving hint of a smile, took Rachel's hand and placed in on her breast. Her touch made Anna's hairs stand on end. 

Rachel cupped her friend's large tits in her hands. Anna's skin had a natural brownish glow all over her body, and her tits felt soft and yielding in her fingers. She squeezed them gently a few times, relishing the sensation. Anna responded by deeply exhaling with pleasure. Opening her eyes again, she looked at Rachel and wanted her badly. "Can I see please you?" she almost begged. Rachel unhooked her bra from the front and slipped it off. Anna immediately came some more into her orange panties. In the dim light, with no bra or shirt on, Rachel looked picturesque. Her breasts were small, but still had a fleshy femininity. Her nipples were pale apricot, almost blending in with her skin, and had a hint of puffy smoothness, as they hadn't hardened yet from the cold. 

Both girls eagerly leaned forward for another wet kiss, this time exploring and fondling each other's tits. Anna tenderly squeezed Rachel's, able to hold her whole breast under her hand as Rachel grazed Anna's slopes with her palms, circling them. Rachel's nipples became erect under Anna's touch and Anna could feel that they were large and sturdy when they were hard. She pulled away from the kiss, and as Rachel sat up, Anna pinched her nipples firmly. Rachel's body writhed in response and she bit her lip. Rachel leaned back on her arms, offering up her tits, and Anna quickly obliged. She took one of Rachel's nipples in her mouth, followed it around with her tongue, and held it between her lips until it slipped out. Anna moved back and forth between her friend's breasts, suckling them and lavishing them in her saliva. As Rachel moaned out loud for the first time, Anna felt a rush of blood in her crotch, and nibbled on Rachel's nipples with her teeth. "Will you do me?" she asked in a husky whisper. She wanted to feel Rachel's sensuous lips on her own breasts.

Rachel sat up, ready and willing. Anna took her turn and leaned back on her arms, as her large tits swayed on her chest. She closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the moment. First, she felt Rachel's hands hold one of her breasts; then she felt her warm mouth surround her sensitive nipple. Her pussy was throbbing and she could feel her heartbeat in her clit. Rachel flicked her tongue over Anna's nipples, alternating between the two, and ran her tongue between Anna's tits. She liked the feeling of Anna's breasts surrounding her face. Anna's nipples weren't quite as big as her own when erect, so she treated them with care, nipping at them with her lips. When the air got heavy with the smell of moist pussy, the girls stopped for a second, both thinking about where this was going next. 

Anna moved her body forward and the two kissed again. "Have you ever done this before?" Rachel asked quietly. 

"No," Anna replied. "Have you?" 

Rachel shook her head. Anna had seen enough lesbian porn to know the options that lie ahead of them. "Do you want me to touch you?" she asked. Rachel's eyes grew huge and she looked down shyly. Then she stood up and wiggled out of her lime panties.

Now it was Anna's turn for her eyes to grow huge. Rachel's area was completely bare, and her pussy lips looked smaller than Anna's. Even in the dim light, Anna could see her wetness beginning to seep out. She came to her senses and patted the bed next to her. Rachel lowered herself on top of the covers and layed on her side facing Anna, breathing hard. Putting her hands on Rachel's hips, she eased her onto her back, and admired her nude body. Rachel laid straight and still, her legs long before Anna. Crossing her legs at Rachel's side, Anna moved two fingers toward Rachel's shaved pussy. She hesitated briefly before finally easing them down her slit. Rachel's body twitched and Anna could feel her silky wetness. She herself was just as wet and getting wetter every second. Anna used her free hand to pull Rachel's thigh onto her own, spreading her out. 

Anna looked down and saw Rachel's tiny, but swollen, petal-pink clit. She ran her fingertips up and down, slowly, as Rachel's body shook beneath her. Her fingers easily glided around her button, and Rachel's pussy felt burning hot. She teased her friend's clit, gently prodding it, pinching it, and rolling it around. She felt Rachel's lips respond by swelling and could see cum dripping out of her hole. Reaching over, she cupped Rachel's tit, and tweaked her nipple, and Rachel bucked her hips slightly in approval. 

"Will you put them inside?" Rachel asked lustily. Anna immediately complied, plunging her two fingers into Rachel's tight lips. She had never felt the inside of another girl before, but was pretty well-versed in her own anatomy. Immediately, she looked for Rachel's G-spot and knew she found it when Rachel let go a long, deep moan. 

Anna laid down on her side now, her fingers still exploring, and took Rachel's nipple in her mouth. Swishing it with her tongue, she used her teeth to bite it a little more firmly. Rachel's G-spot swelled under her fingertips and she could feel it each time she came. "Have you ever squirted before?" she asked in Rachel's ear. Keeping her eyes closed, Rachel shook her head as her body continued to rock from Anna's finger fuck. 

"I have something for you," she whispered, slowly dragging her fingers out of her friend's pussy. Hopping up quickly from the bed, she opened her special drawer and pulled out her rabbit. Clicking it on to a low setting, it filled the room with its buzzing sound. Rachel looked up and giggled, squeezing her thighs together excitedly. "Do you mind?" Anna said, raising her eyebrows. 

"Not at all," Rachel replied, seductively, turning her body on the bed to face Anna and spreading her legs wide. 

Anna was hot with desire. She fell to her knees in front of Rachel's soaked pussy. Using one of her thumbs, she rubbed Rachel's clit and inserted the toy into her hole. Rachel moaned loudly and didn't stop, squirming around helplessly on the bed. Anna could smell her juices and decided they smelled vaguely like her own. Rachel's womanly parts looked so delicate in front of her, and suddenly she felt the urge to take a taste. Moving the rabbit down, and in and out slowly, she moved her face close to her friend. Shutting her eyes, she lunged forward a little, and felt Rachel's slippery clit on her tongue. She began licking it gently with just the front of her tongue. Rachel cried out in passion. Anna became more self-assured and stroked her tongue down Rachel's lips, feeling the amassed moisture around the still-vibrating toy. She used her lips to suck carefully on Rachel's clit, twisting the rabbit at the same time. She could feel Rachel's tension growing and when she sensed it began to overwhelm the girl, Anna removed her mouth from her pussy, stood up, and took Rachel's other nipple, thrusting the toy faster and harder. 

"Yes, yes, don't stop please!" Rachel screamed, getting louder with each stroke and nibble. "Fuck...Anna!" she mustered, and all at once, Anna felt the rabbit push out of Rachel's pulsating pussy, followed by two smalls streams of hot, clear liquid that coincided with Rachel's vocalizations. As she melted down into the mattress in euphoric ectasy, legs still moving, hips still bucking, and pulling at her own nipples, she uttered, "Shit, I'm sorry about your rug!" and giggled under her breath. 

"I didn't know I could do that," she said, opening her eyes to gaze at Anna and gave her a satisfied smile. 

Rachel lunged forward toward Anna for a deep, long kiss, pushing her tongue down Anna's throat, and for the first time, the two felt like lovers. Turning to her side, Rachel thrust her hand between Anna's legs, feeling the cool wetness that had drenched her panties. 

"I want to do you now," she whispered between furious kissing. She jumped off the bed, grabbing Anna's panties and yanking them off. Anna laid on her back, her stomach a mixture of anticipatory tension with a hint of anxiety; she was about to be eaten out by a girl. Briefly, she wondered if it would be much different from when her last boyfriend did it. He had a knack for knowing all the right places and she loved the feeling of his scuffy beard against her sensitive pussy lips. Something told her this was probably going to be different. She scooted toward the end of the bed and opened her legs. 




Training



Kneeling down, Rachel peered in between Anna's thighs. Her lips were swollen, dripping with cum, and had a pale violet-pink hue. Her pubes were neatly trimmed into a strip and very short everywhere else. Rachel took a deep breath and took in Anna's fragrance. She had never done this before, but she felt high from her own orgasm, and now all she could think about was making Anna feel that same pleasure. 

Inhaling once more, Rachel reached out with her fingers and found Anna's clit. It was dark pink and firm. She slid her fingertips around it, collecting Anna's juices, and gingerly pinched it, letting it slide from between her fingers slowly. Anna exhaled deeply and squirmed on the bed. Rachel saw more cum seep out of her friend's hole, and wiggled her fingers in circles on her lips, putting a dreamy smile on Anna's face. Wagging her finger gently, she inched her way into Anna's pussy. Anna moaned as Rachel jacked her off. She could feel Anna's muscles responding to her hand, and then, poked her tongue out of her mouth and onto Anna's clit. 

"Oh my God!" Anna cried softly, writhing. Rachel pressed her mouth firmly onto Anna's pussy, using the whole of her tongue to massage Anna's clit, and feeling her friend's wetness cover her lips. She kissed it hard, as if it were a mouth of its own, and Anna cried out louder. Rachel's tongue felt tender on Anna's moist area, and Anna liked the feel of her soft mouth on her skin. Rachel took her fingers out of Anna and lightly licked her pussy lips up and down. Anna's cum surrounded her tongue as she got closer to her hole. Anna spread her legs open even wider now, and Rachel stuck her tongue inside, Anna's pussy feeling smooth in her mouth. "Yes!" Anna moaned in pleasure.

Now feeling brave, and encouraged by Anna's twitching pussy, Rachel buried her face in Anna's snatch, licking, sucking, and teasing her in every way possible. Looking up, she could see Anna grabbing at her big tits, tweaking her nipples, as she breathed heavily. Her cum was thick and steady, pouring onto the bed beneath her ass. Anna's body clenched up as she came closer to orgasm. 

"Just like that Rachel, yes!" she screamed out. Quickly, Rachel plunged her fingers back into her friend's pussy and took her clit in between her lips, tickling it with her tongue. Her hand moved fast and hard in and out, and Anna shouted her moans, bucking as her orgasm came over her in waves. Rachel could feel her hole pulsate hard as Anna came all over her hand. Picking up her head, she watched Anna's body sink in to the mattress, and slowed her fingers to a stop. Dragging them out and up across Anna's clit, Anna sat up a little. 

"Come here," she said, pulling Rachel over her own body and taking her arms around her neck. Rachel laid on top of her as their mouths met and they pressed their naked bodies together tightly. Anna drove her tongue into Rachel's mouth, and then kissed her neck, and the two rocked their hips together, both of their pussies saturated and sensitive. After a minute, they looked in each other's eyes and both snickered, delighted at their inside joke, and then Rachel rolled over so they both could get up. 

The girls rinsed off in the shower, and continued playfully rubbing their bodies together, sliding their breasts around with Anna's body gel, then got out and began toweling off. "So maybe this is obvious, but you don't have to sleep on the couch tonight," Anna said slyly. 

"Okay, sure," Rachel replied hopping on the bed naked. Anna laughed loudly and set down the clothes she was about to put on, turning off all the lights in the room for the night. She crawled into bed nude with her friend. Under the covers, Rachel giggled girlishly and moved closer to Anna, putting her arm on her waist for a cuddle. Anna draped her leg over Rachel's. Silence filled the room and neither of them could stop laughing for a minute. 

Rachel leaned up and kissed Anna's cheek. "Well that was an interesting evening," she said. Anna smiled broadly and stroked Rachel's arm. 

"Yes, I would say that it was." And a couple of minutes of comfortable silence later, she heard Rachel's breathing become steady, signaling that she was settling in to sleep. 

Anna reached over to the night stand for her cell phone. She had forgotten to set her alarm for tomorrow; they both had Mercury's training in just a handful of hours. She was highly amused thinking about what tomorrow would be like. "Well," she thought, setting the phone down, and snuggling in, "this is sure to make these next two days go by quick!".