32 comments/ 651378 views/ 141 favorites Jessica's in Charge Ch. 01 By: cheerful_deviant This is a work of fiction and all the characters and events are fictional. If you are under the age of 18 or are in an area that prohibits erotic fiction then leave now. This story depicts lesbian sex and mind control, if that’s not your thing then leave now. You’ve been warned… “Hi, Jess. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here, seems like you’re always here” Jasmine said with a light laugh as she walked into the studio control booth. Yes, Jessica thought, it seemed like she was always here. It wasn’t that she didn’t do anything else, she just liked working here in the schools TV studio. She felt very comfortable and secure here. She was the editor and director of the schools weekly in-house news program, after all. Producing the show every week took up a lot of her time. The time she didn’t spend in the studio was mostly spent reading or practicing for sports. She was a straight “A” student but she hardly even worked at it. Most of the girls who didn’t know her thought she was a nerd who spent all her time with her nose in a book. In reality she was just smart… very, very smart. Genius would actually be closer to the mark. She hardly spent any time studying, she just absorbed information like a sponge. It gave her time for other things. She was a varsity member of the Cross Country team, Winter Track and Spring Track. Practicing every day and going to track meets took up a lot of her time but she liked running. She had tried soccer and basketball but didn’t really enjoy them. She wasn’t all that coordinated and had a hard time with those sports. What really drew her to running was the individual competition. She liked putting herself up against other girls, seeing how she stacked up on an even playing field. She was in control when she was running, whatever move she made, however she paced herself, how hard she pushed herself, it was all up to her. That was the real problem she had with soccer and basketball, she admitted to herself. In team sports she was always doing what someone else wanted. The coach or the captain was always telling her how to play the game, where to run to and who to pass to. Jessica didn’t like being told what to do. She wanted to do things her way. That’s probably why she liked the TV Studio so much. This was her domain, she was in charge here. The weekly news show was her baby. Two years ago she had talked the Principle into allowing her access to the new and completely unused school TV studio to produce a school news show. The studio had been donated to the school by a former student who had gone on the become an anchor on a national new show and was now so wealthy that she had to find ways to loose her money and she wanted to “Give back to the community.” Jessica had recruited the cast and crew from the student body and had she had made it work. The school was an exclusive, private all-girls boarding school in rural Massachusetts. It’s student body made up of girls from upper class families from around New England. The large majority of the students were spoiled little rich girls who wanted nothing to do with anything that resembled work. All they wanted to do was hang out and spend money. Spoiled little princesses, Jessica thought with disgust. Her family was as well off as most of the others but Jessica didn’t think about it much. Well, what was left of her family, she thought. Her father had several affairs over the years and had finally left for good about two years ago. Leaving Jessica, her older sister and her mother alone. Her mother spent 95% of her time on the road, which is why Jessica and her sister lived in a boarding school. Her father leaving wasn’t a problem financially, her mother was a successful corporate attorney, she actually made most of the money in the family. It was just hard accepting that her father just walked out and left them. It didn’t so much make her sad as it did make her angry. She was put in a situation that made her feel helpless and it had terrified her. It was this single event more than any other that changed Jessica’s life. She had needed an escape, a haven, and she found it in the TV studio. Recruiting the crew hadn’t been that easy. It actually had been the hardest part of setting up the show. Most of the girls in the school wanted nothing to do with producing a TV show. She did however get a few girls who were interested. Several were so incompetent with anything electronic or mechanical that Jessica wouldn’t have let them use an electric can opener, never mind a TV camera or tape editor that cost more than a small car. Those girls would have to write scripts or something like that. A lot of girls had wanted to be the on-air talent when they first heard of the show but the number of applications dropped to almost nothing when they found out some research and writing went into the job. That was too much like work for them. She did get a few good workers. Of them, Molly and Jasmine, who were also best friends and roommates, were her two favorites. Jasmine was the Anchor Girl of the weekly news show. She was one of the few, the very few, that wasn’t scarred off by a little work. Jessica knew she wanted to hire Jasmine just one minute into her interview. Calm and relaxed but very witty and quick on her verbal feet she had been a natural. Her strong voice and calm demeanor made her seem confident and comfortable in front of the camera, like she had been doing it for years. One of very few black girls in the school, Jasmine was very tall and elegant six feet. She had beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate, dark brown eyes and curly black hair. Her body would best be described as curvaceous. Her breasts were large and her waist was very slim with a flat, tight belly. Below that she had wide shapely hips an ass that only black girls seem to be able to get, firm and round. Her legs were long and firm and ended with surprisingly small feet. Molly was as different from Jasmine as day and night. Molly was always talking, always moving, a bundle of energy, like lightning in a skirt. Sometimes Jessica, along with everybody else, wished she would shut up once in a while, and Molly knew it. Her favorite saying was “If I’m talking to much just tell me to shut up and I’ll think about it.” She never did. But she was smart and funny and just fun to have around. She was also good with electronics and a mechanical wiz. If it was broken, Molly could probably fix it. She loved working the cameras in the studio and lugging around the portable cameras to sporting events, plays and concerts. Molly had a knack for camera handling, she just always seemed to know where she should be looking and what the best angle was, she was a natural at it. She was the first really good worker that Jessica had signed on, and it had actually been Molly who convinced Jasmine to join up. Short at just five feet tall and physically fit from volleyball, Molly was very beautiful, with shoulder length brownish blond hair, hazel eyes and smooth well tanned skin. The fact that she had a massive set of full breasts was also hard to miss, especially because they looked so out of proportion on her small frame. Many of the girls were jealous of Molly’s huge tits, some girls even spread rumors that she had implants. She didn’t, and the rumors irked Molly a little bit. Implants, HA! Hers were the real thing. She loved to show off her ample cleavage whenever she could by wearing tight low cut tops with no bra. At least when she wasn’t wearing her school uniform. The school uniforms, plaid skirts, white blouses and white nylons, did very little to flatter the figure, but even the plain uniform blouse and plaid skirt couldn’t hide Molly’s figure. Nothing could hide those tit’s. The uniform certainly didn’t help her own body out much, Jessica thought with a sigh. It just makes me look even more plain than I already am. Jessica was actually much to hard on herself. She had pretty, if not quite beautiful face, a slender body of about average height at five foot six inches, and she was very tight from years of daily running. She had firm C cup breasts that while not large, were well formed. She also had a shapely ass that swayed provocatively when she walked. Her eyes were a flashing green and her full head of long red hair was always done in a single long, thick braid. Her thick red hair was secretly envied by many of the girls in school. She wore small rimless glasses that gave her an air of sophistication. But when seen beside many of the other beautiful girls in the school she always seemed a little bit nerdy. It wasn’t really her looks that made her nerdy, it was mostly the way she acted. She tried not to, she tried to blend in, be one of the girls, but it never quite worked. Her high intelligence, unusual common sense and general distain for the shopping and gossiping that most of the girls loved always kept her a step or two away from most of the in-crowd. But she wasn’t a loner either. She had several friends and a few close friends. She had become good friends with many of the girls on the crew of the news show. She also had a few other friends on the running teams. Mostly, Jessica spent time with these girls at school events, at track meets and during lunch but she didn’t usually hang around with them after school. Of all the friends she had Molly, Jasmine and Samantha were her closest friends. Samantha was her best friend as well as her roommate. She was a lovely girl of Chinese descent. Although her family was originally from China, Samantha had been born in the USA and so had both of her parents. She had no accent at all and could hardly even speak Chinese, just a few phrases her grandmother taught her. She was short at just a hair under five feet with a slender, graceful body. Her black slanted eyes and jet black hair made her seem exotic and mysterious. Her small breasts and shapely ass were perfectly displayed in the swimsuits she seemed to spend half her life in. She was the star member of the swim team and spent all the time she could in the pool. What time she didn’t spend in the pool she had her nose in buried in a book. Samantha was also a straight “A” student but unlike Jessica, she had to work hard at it. All of the time that she spent studying had also given Samantha the image of being a nerd and put her in the same group as Jessica, which is how they became friends. Both Jessica and Samantha were quiet and a little shy when out of the pool or studio. They had sat at a table together in biology class of their Junior year. Throughout that year they had become close friends and spent much of their free time together. When it came time for rooming assignments for senior year they requested and been given a room together. Both girls had enjoyed many of the same things including reading and exercising. They went to each others sporting meets to cheer each other on and would congratulate or console afterwards. They also both enjoyed being outdoors, hiking or biking. On weekends in the spring and fall they had taken rides up into New Hampshire to go hiking in the mountains or to Maine to ride bikes along the coast. When back at school they would spend hours talking in their room about classes, people or current events. Just about anything that came up they could talk to each other about. Well, almost anything. Jessica was to shy about sex or even boyfriends to discuss it much with anyone, even her best friend. And Samantha was completely closed mouthed about it. Jessica had actually never seen Samantha with a boyfriend or even heard if she had one before. When she approached the subject of boyfriends one night, Sam turned a little red and said that “No, I’ve never really had a boyfriend.” This surprised Jessica a little because Samantha was so beautiful, it seemed odd that she had not even one real boyfriend so far. But Jessica didn’t want to embarrass her friend so she let the topic drop. Jessica hadn’t ever been really comfortable talking about it sex either. She was never all that comfortable with the topic of sex. It was just one more thing that set the nerd apart from the cool girls. But even though Jessica was thought of as a nerd she had her share of boyfriends over the years and was no certainly longer a virgin. But her all of her encounters with men always left her wanting for something more, but she never knew quite what. She never really felt comfortable when she was alone with a guy. They always made her a little nervous. It never felt natural to her. Also all the men she had been with were always to rough and in such a hurry. The just wanted to climb on top, shoot their load and say “Thanks! See ya’ later babe!” as they left. They just didn’t know or didn’t care what she wanted, what she needed. It was the evening after one of these disappointing encounters about one month into her senior year that Jessica’s life changed completely. Samantha had gone home for the weekend and Jessica was spending the quiet Saturday night, soaking in the bathtub reading an article in a woman’s magazine about sexuality and how men and women were after different things in life and especially in the bedroom. The article explained how many men were only after a girl who was beautiful and good in bed. Once they had her for a while it was time to move on to another. They just wanted her while it was all new and exciting and once it became familiar it wasn’t that fun any more. They didn’t want any emotional ties, just someone to hang out with and have fun with. A real relationship was too much like work. It went of to explain that many women were becoming increasingly frustrated with the men that they dated. The men’s lack of compassion, caring and basically everything else that women want. Well, maybe you shouldn’t try to find your boyfriends at a nightclub or a bar, was the thought that Jessica had upon reading this. That was probably where most of the women that this kind of magazine catered to would meet guys. But Jessica did admit that it was very close to her own feelings about men in general, certainly about that jerk last night. According to the magazine, as Jessica continued to read, many more women were exploring lesbianism to find fulfillment, both emotional and physical. In other women they had found the compassion, caring and tenderness they desired. It went on to give first hand accounts of several women who were in the same place Jessica found herself in, fed up with all men and looking for something else. Jessica hadn’t realized she was looking for something else, but maybe she was. Was she? As she went back to reading the next quote from a woman who had just come out sent a little shiver up her spine, “Only another woman truly knows what a woman wants and can truly pleasure another woman.” The next paragraph started describing some woman’s first lesbian encounters, the tenderness, the gentle caressing, the slow, unhurried kisses and strokes. Then they went on to described the incredible climaxes as their lovers drove them to new heights of pleasure they had never before reached, never even dreamed of. Many of the women described having multiple orgasms, something Jessica had never experienced. Jessica found she was breathing heavy and her nipples were stiff as she put down the magazine. What was wrong with her, she thought. Was she really getting turned on by talk of girl/girl sex? She wasn’t a lesbian. She had just fucked a guy last night, he was a junior from a nearby college. She had just been screwed by a Frat Boy, she couldn’t like girls, could she? Last night she had been turned on, she had sweated, she had an orgasm. Wasn’t that what sex was… a guy, a girl, a little sweat, a few grunts, a little pleasure and it was done. That’s all sex was, right? What if it wasn’t? What if there was more to it? How much more could there be? As Jessica climbed out of the tub and got ready for bed the same thoughts kept running through her mind… How much more could there be? Sex was sex, right? Right. But maybe… It that respect, Jessica was a bit of a prude. She never had even seen a dirty magazine, or a porno movie. Even though she had sex several times she actually knew very little about it. All of her boyfriends had either been to inexperienced to show her how good it could be or were just jerks like the frat boy who had wanted a quick fuck. She had never even had good sex, never mind really great sex. That night, alone in her room, Jessica had wonderful and frightening dreams of being pleasured by beautiful women. Beautiful soft lips sucking her nipples, beautiful pink tongues licking her clit, beautiful slender fingers slipping into her wet pussy… Jessica had awoken that night with a sudden jerk. She felt the warm afterglow washing through her body and the slight twitching in her pussy that followed an orgasm. Had she actually cum in her sleep while dreaming of other women? She pulled up her nightgown, and felt her naked pussy, she never wore panties to bed. She was completely soaked. The entire back of her nightgown under her was wet where her juices had flowed out of her cunt and down her ass. She had never been so wet before. Her whole bed smelled of hot wet pussy. Actually the whole room did, good thing Samantha had gone home she thought to herself. What had happened? Had she cum dreaming of sex with a woman? Many women actually. many beautiful women. Jessica realized she was stroking her cunt and made herself stop. She wasn’t going to finger fuck herself while fantasizing about another woman. This is disgusting, she thought, what a pervert I am. She quickly got up grabbed a dry nightgown and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She stripped off her damp nightgown and as she was reaching for the clean one she saw the magazine on the side of the tub where she had left it. She paused with her hand on the clean nightgown, studying the cover of the magazine. The woman on the cover was beautiful, very beautiful, with long blond hair, blue eyes and flawless skin. The slinky evening dress she wore did nothing to hide her ample breasts. Jessica found herself staring at the woman’s full breasts, imagining what her nipples looked like, wondering what it would feel like to suck on the woman’s nipples. The thought shocked her. Did she actually think that? Yes, she had. And she had liked it. She flipped opened the magazine and found she was looking at an advertisement for a web site that sold sex toys and kinky lingerie. A picture at the top showed slutty looking woman with a wickedly sexy nightie on. The woman’s back was turned to the camera and the see-thru nightie showed a slender thong pulled in between cheeks of her tight, round ass. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open with a look of feigned delight on her face. Jessica felt a warm glow spreading through her as she looked at it. A little scared she quickly turned the page only to see an ad for a breast enhancing cream. “Guaranteed to make your breasts two cup sizes larger in a month!” The picture showed a woman who already had very large, full breasts rubbing the cream onto herself. Jessica looked at the full breasts and the woman’s hands and thought, “I wish I was rubbing that cream on her.” What the hell was wrong with her! Her whole body was shaking, her breath was coming in quick pants. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. She felt a desperate need, a longing deep in her chest. Her pussy was on fire, she was so wet she felt a drop of her juice running down the inside of her leg. What in the world was happening to her? She was afraid if she even moved she would cum on the spot, without even touching herself. As she stood there, her mind churning with confusing thoughts, her hands seemed to take on a life of their own. Without her consciously wanting to, a hand slowly ran up her naked body and over her breast. What was she doing? Was she really going to play with herself? She had never done it before, it seemed so perverted and dirty. Then her fingers touched her nipple and she felt a shock of pleasure. Jessica's in Charge Ch. 01 “Ooohhh” she softly moaned and leaned forward slightly. What the hell was she doing, she thought in an oddly detached manner. She was never vocal during sex, she had never moaned or cried out when she was with a guy, not once! Now here she was, all alone with a magazine looking at pictures of beautiful women while feeling her own tits and she was moaning out loud? What was going on? Was she loosing her mind? Another stroke of her nipple by her treasonous hand sent a second shock wave of pleasure through her trembling body and drove the question away. That shock of pleasure also overcame Jessica’s last bit of her conscious control over her body, her desire was now in complete control of her body. Well if just a little touch made her moan… She cupped her left breast with her free hand and twisted her nipple with her fingers. Tingling pleasure raced through her body with each tug of her stiff nipple. She had never felt so much pleasure before, not even from her pussy. She fell to her knees, sat back on her feet, dropped the magazine on the floor in front of her and grabbed her right nipple with her other hand. Lights exploded behind her eyes as she caressed herself. “OOOOHHHH!” she moaned out loudly as a wave of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt erupted through her body. Her already soaking wet cunt convulsed with ecstasy as hot slippery girl cum dripped out of her cunt, soaking the floor under her with her juice. She moaned louder as another wave of the mind-bending pleasure washed through her. Her right hand, still seeming to have a mind of it’s own slid down her firm stomach and through the small tuft of red fur above her pussy. Jessica’s world exploded as she pushed two fingers deep into her own cunt. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” she screamed as she came, a loud piercing cry that shocked her. Unable to control her fingers, she kept fucking herself, she came again and again, each more intense than the last. She could no longer hold herself up and fell forward, her firm breasts pressed into the cold tile floor, her fingers still buried deep in her cunt. She had never in her life felt such a total loss of control of her body. She writhed in total ecstasy on the floor of the bathroom, her body completely taken over by the feelings in her cunt, her mind completely taken over by visions of beautiful women. It was wonderful, she was heaven. After a few more intense orgasms Jessica’s mind overloaded and she passed out, naked, on the bathroom floor with her fingers still in her pussy. She awoke in the in the middle of the night with a start. Where was she? What was she doing here? Looking around she realized she was in her bathroom. What time was it? How long had she been lying here? She found her watch on the sink, two o’clock in the morning. Her eyes caught sight of the magazine she had been lying on and it was then that she remembered what she had done God, what had she done? The first, most obvious answer came to her immediately, she had masturbated. She had played with her own tits and pussy till she had an orgasm, several of them. It was surprising to her that she had done it but she could accept the idea of masturbation, lots of girls did that, she never did before but it was a normal thing for girls to do. It was the second part of the answer that scared her. She had those orgasms while thinking, fantasizing, about women. Sex with women. Lesbian sex. Lesbian fantasies… Lesbians… She shook off the thought, or at least she tried to. It had just been a moment of weakness combined with that shithead, frat boy the night before and that article. Hmmm… the article. She picked up the magazine but it was a hopeless mess, soggy, rumpled and… “sniff”…and it smelled rather strongly of pussy. Her pussy, she thought with a little smile. She had never been turned on like that before. She had never realized her body could feel that way, give her so much pleasure. She let out a small sigh as her hand found her nipple and pinched it gently. A little moan escaped her lips. “Stop it!” she said out loud. “What the hell am I doing!” She threw the magazine in the trash and turned on the shower. When the water was warm she climbed in and washed away any reminders of the night before. While in the shower she tried to turn her mind to other things. School assignment she had to complete, things she had to do for the studio, anything besides last night. It would work for a few minutes but she couldn’t hold it for long. Her mind kept turning back to last night… to playing with herself… to lesbianism. She turned off the water, dried off, wrapped a towel around herself and walked out into the bedroom. She was getting clothes out of a drawer, trying to keep her mind off of her growing desire when she happened to look over at Samantha’s desk. On the end of the desk was a picture, a picture of Samantha holding a huge gold trophy. It was a picture from a big swim meet last year that Samantha had come in first place. What riveted Jessica’s attention was that Samantha was in her bathing suit. Jessica crossed the room and slowly picked up the picture. She had seen the picture a hundred times but never really looked at it. She had never before really seen what a beautiful girl Samantha was. Her shoulder length jet-black hair, her dark eyes, her tight body, her small firm breasts. Jessica realized she could see Samantha’s hard nipples poking through the sheer bathing suit. She let out a soft moan as her hand found her own nipple again. How could she be feeling like this about Samantha? She was her best friend, she was her roommate. She couldn’t believe she was standing at Samantha’s desk playing with herself, but it felt so good, so right. She pulled a little harder on her nipple. Samantha’s desk… Samantha’s room… She turned her head slightly and looked over at Samantha’s dresser. With her heart thumping in her chest, Jessica slowly opened the top drawer. She looked in at Samantha’s little panties and bras. Mostly white but with a few colors mixed in. Jessica pulled out a pair of white lace panties and ran them over her cheek. So soft, just like Samantha’s skin would be she imagined. Picking up a bright red bra that was so sheer it was see-through, she looked at the small cups. Not too much smaller than her own she decided. I wonder what it looked like on, she thought. Only one way to find out. Hunting through the drawer she saw only one pair of red panties. Quickly pulling them out she went over to the full length mirror and put the bra on. Actually it was pretty tight and her larger breasts pushed out the top a little. Her very hard nipples pushed out through the gauzy material. She gently pinched one and enjoyed the spark of pleasure it gave her. Next she started to put on the panties. When she stepped into them she realized that it was a thong, a very, very skimpy thong. A little skinny strip of red lace in the front, spaghetti strings over the hips and a single string down the back. Jessica was surprised, she had never pictured her friend wearing something as slutty as this. But then, she had never imagined herself masturbating while trying on her friends underwear. What a pervert she was turning into. The thought made her smile, yes, she was a pervert. And she loved it. She pulled the panties up and looked at herself in the mirror. She twisted around to look at her ass, she liked what she saw. The back string disappeared between her ass cheeks and the only thing that could be seen was the two strings curving up over her full hips. She turned back, the lace in front didn’t even cover the little patch of red hair over her pussy. She wondered how Samantha, with her black hair could wear them. Maybe she completely shaved her pussy was the thought that sprung into her mind. She let out a moan as she turned to look in the mirror, the image of Samantha’s hairless pussy dancing in her mind. She focused on the image in the mirror… wow, she looked like a real slut. This must be how a stripper dressed, she thought, or maybe a prostitute. A prostitute, a hooker, a whore. She was dressed like a whore. She was wearing Samantha’s underwear and it made her look like a whore. So, Samantha liked to dress like a whore. “Is that why you have this slutty little outfit Samantha? Are you a little whore?” Jessica said aloud. She laid back on Samantha’s unmade bed. Samantha hardly ever made her bed. She started to stroke her pussy through the skimpy panties. “Would you like to be my little whore, Samantha? Would you like to fuck me?” she asked the picture of Samantha. She ran her fingers over her slit through the thin lace, she rolled her head to the side a sighed. A whiff of something caught her attention. She smelled the pillow and realized it was Samantha’s perfume. She inhaled deeply savoring the smell, and imagined the girl who left it there. Imagined her friends beautiful face, her small tits, hairless cunt. With a flash of insight Jessica hopped off the bed and ripped off the covers. She pushed her face into the middle of the mattress and inhaled deeply. She let out a soft moan as she recognized the smell, pussy. Samantha’s pussy. Similar to her own smell but not quite the same. With a louder moan Jessica’s hand finally pushed the panties aside and her fingers found her cunt. Rubbing her clit with one hand while her other pulled on her nipple through the thin bra. She pushed her face into the mattress, breathing in Samantha’s smell, the smell of her best friend’s cunt, left there while she slept. Maybe it wasn’t just the smell of her pussy from sleeping, maybe Samantha had played with herself. Jessica imagined Samantha lying in her bed late at night with all the lights off. One hand would be playing with her hairless slit, the other playing with her tits. Quietly stroking herself while biting her lip so she wouldn’t make any noise and wake her roommate only a few feet away. She would push a finger into herself, then another, rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against her hand, fucking herself, harder, faster until with one final desperate surge Samantha would cum. “Oh, Samantha! Samantha I…I…AAAAHHHH!” Jessica’s cries became unintelligible as she came. She buried her face in the mattress to muffle her wild screams as the wonderful release exploded through her body. Her two fingers worked furiously deep inside her hot pussy. She yanked the bra down and desperately squeezed her own tit, pulling on her sensitive nipple. Another orgasm exploded through her body and she rolled off the bed onto the floor, landing on her back. “Oh yeah! Fuck me Samantha! Lick my hot cunt you tight little slut!” she cried as she rode her hand and imagined Samantha’s beautiful face between her legs. “Yeah baby, suck my clit! Eat my pussy!” She yelled to the empty room as she looked over at her friend’s picture on the desk, the dark eyes, her beautiful face, and the small breasts of her tight little body. Jessica came again in an intense surge that shocked and thrilled her, electricity coursed through her as she thrashed on the floor. Throughout the last orgasm Jessica never took her eyes off Samantha’s picture. Her eyes locked onto Samantha’s. She kept staring at the picture as she drifted back to reality. As she slid her fingers out of her cunt she thought “She’s so beautiful, I have to have her, I will have her!” With that final thought Jessica, now completely spent, crawled into Samantha’s bed and fell asleep the smell of perfume and pussy filling her mind. The next few months for Jessica were not easy. Her days were filled with classrooms full of beautiful girls whom she longed for but was too afraid to approach. She had heard rumors that there were a few girls who were lesbians or at least bisexuals but she couldn’t be sure. She was afraid to approach someone only to find out she had been wrong. News like that would spread like wildfire, “Did you hear, Jessica’s a lezbo!” “Jessica? Who’s that?” “You know! The nerdy redhead.” “Oh her, figures that she’s a dyke.” She could hear it all now. The teasing would last till graduation. And what if her mother found out? Would she care? Probably not but you never could tell. Jessica decided she couldn’t risk it and kept her longings to herself. Not that it was easy, far from it. Since that first weekend her longing to be with girls only increased. After a very short time she found that she had no interest in men whatsoever. They just didn’t do anything for her anymore. The attraction was gone, never to return. It had probably never really been there at all, she realized one night. That was why it never felt right, never felt natural to be with a guy. She had just done what she thought she was supposed to do, what everyone expected her to do. But it hadn’t been what she wanted, not really. This changeover had surprised her when she realized it. She had gone from never even considering lesbianism, actually thinking it was a little disgusting, to being convinced that she was a lesbian in just a few days. Could she really change that fast? Become a lesbian overnight? She guessed she wasn’t really a lesbian yet because she had never had sex with another woman. But she certainly felt like one. She felt the deep need for lesbian sex every day in school. Seeing all the girls in their matching uniforms. Watching them walk down the hallways, the sway of their hips flipping the plaid skirts from side to side, the gentle bounce of their breasts filled her with desire. After school, the locker room was Jessica’s own little piece of heaven and hell packed into one room. Seeing all the trim, athletic girls changing was almost more than she could bear. Some of the girls used the private changing stalls but most just changed out in the open. Watching them change into their little running shorts and jogbras was the most exquisite torture. Her vision was filled with long shapely legs, flat stomachs, tight little bottoms and firm breasts. There were many days when she had to run during practice with wet panties because of her arousal from what she saw in the locker room. After practice she would run back to her to room, rush inside and lean against the door, slip her hand into her panties and finger her clit furiously till she came. She came so quickly and easily now that she could play with herself whenever she had a few minutes alone. A quick orgasm like that usually quenched her need, at least for a little while. That was the other change that had taken place inside her. Her sex drive had gone completely out of control. It was so out of control that it actually scarred her. This couldn’t be normal, she thought. She was horny almost all the time and thought about sex almost constantly. She masturbated several time every day and always wanted more. Also her climaxes were much more intense and lasted much longer now than they ever had before, and it was so easy to have them. She guessed it was because she was aroused so much of the time now. As soon as she touched her breasts or pussy warm waves of pleasure would wash through her. It only took a minute or two of fondling for her to have and orgasm. She didn’t even have to touch her pussy most of the time, just pulling on her nipples could make her cum. Jessica had heard the term “Nymphomaniac” but never really thought it was real. Addicted to sex? Come on people, get a grip, she had said to herself the first time she had heard of it.. Now she thought that maybe it is real. Maybe someone really could be a sex addict. She might actually be a nymphomaniac. She sure felt addicted to sex. She couldn’t go more than a few hours without pleasuring herself. Was she a sex addict? A nymphomaniac? A lesbian nymphomaniac? Maybe… probably. Jessica’s nights were not much easier than her days, actually they were worse. Almost every night she would see Samantha. Sitting in the same room with her every night was pure torture. She longed to kiss her soft lips, run her fingers through her silky hair and feel her firm body. Samantha would wear sweatpants and a tee shirt to bed most of the time, those nights were easier to bare, but occasionally she would ware one of her light nightgowns. It was those nights that Jessica found it difficult to control herself. The light nighties did nothing to hide the form under them. Samantha’s small hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Jessica so desperately wanted to suck on them. Those nights she found it difficult not quietly sneak over to Samantha’s bed, pull down her nightgown while she slept and try sucking on her nipples. She tried to imagine what Samantha’s reaction would be, would she scream, hit her, hate her. The newly awakened, perverted part of Jessica’s mind hoped that Samantha would like it. She was too afraid to actually try it but just the thought of it made her feel wonderfully perverted. She smiled to herself as she thought of what a slut, what a nymphomaniac, she was turning into. But even though she was a nymphomaniac she was still too shy and scared to approach any other girls. To approach someone like that would be to bear her feeling, to open her self to rejection, to scorn, even hatred. To bear her feelings like that was too dangerous to Jessica. There had to be another way. That other way came to her about three weeks ago. She had been researching for a psychology paper that she was writing and came across and article on hypnosis. It was an article about deep hypnotic conditioning. Taking control of a persons mind, changing the way they thought, actually changing the persons personality. Could such a thing be done? Could a person be changed completely? How could such a thing be done? What if it could be done? It could give her what she desired most, lesbian sex… lesbian lust…lesbian love? Over the next three weeks Jessica became a fanatic on the subject. She collected every article book and paper that she could on hypnosis. She searched the internet for hours at night for information and traded e-mails with certified hypnotists. She put all of her considerable energy and her more than considerable intelligence into her project. None of her friends knew what she was doing, she was very secretive the whole time, telling everyone it was just a school project. Most of the time had been spent in her room and the library but the last few days had been spent in the studio putting the finishing touches on her project. “Earth to Jessica! Anybody home in there?” Jasmine loudly called out across the studio, “You awake or what?” “Oh, sorry. I was just day dreaming I guess. I was working on my project ‘till like, 4 in the morning and it’s been a long day. Guess I’m a little out of it.” Jasmine lifted one perfectly groomed eyebrow, “Aaahhh, the mysterious project again, is it. Girl, what the hell is this project anyway? Are we ever going to find out?” Jessica thought quickly, it was pretty much done. She still had to test it. Maybe she should let Jasmine try it, just to see how she reacted, to see if it even would work. “Come over her and sit down, I’ll show you.” Jessica pulled out the chair next to her at the control board and Jasmine sat down. “Watch the center monitor.” “Watch the monitor?” Jasmine asked a little incredulously. “All this secrecy and it’s just some stupid video presentation. You’ve got to be kidding me.” “It’s not a video presentation. It’s a relaxation video.” “A relaxation video, you mean like pictures of waterfalls, clouds and other stupid shit like that! You’ve got to be kidding me. Girl, you should have just bought a tape at the mall and saved yourself two weeks worth of work” Jasmine said with a huff. “It’s a new kind of relaxation video” Jessica said patiently. “Just sit back, relax and watch.” As Jasmine sighed resignedly and sat back in the chair as Jessica hit play. “It uses geometric images, soothing sounds and verbal commands to help the viewer enter into a calming, meditative state” Jessica explained as she turned down the lights and the video started playing. “Just relax and watch, you’ll see.” Jessica's in Charge Ch. 01 As Jasmine watched a single red dot appeared on the screen and soft music began to play. “Concentrate on the red dot.” Jessica’s voice came softly, soothingly out of the speakers. “Look at only the red dot, the rest of the room is getting darker, darker , darker. There is nothing else in the room except you and the red dot. Your body is getting heavy, so very heavy, very, very heavy, it feels so wonderful and relaxing. Your body is completely relaxed.” The tape continued on in a slow relaxing way, repeating the same calming, soothing phrases over and over. As the tape ran on for several minutes Jessica found it hard not to get drawn in as well even though she knew what the tape was. She looked over at her test subject. Jasmine was staring blankly at the screen, slumping down a little in her chair. My God, it was actually be working. It was more than she had hoped for on a trial run. The tape continued on, “You’re so tired, your eyelids are getting heavy, you can’t keep your eyes open...” Suddenly the door opened and the dark studio flooded with light. Jessica saw Jasmine snap back to reality. Shit! Thought Jessica to her self. It was actually working! She turned to see who had walked in. It was Molly. Great, Jessica thought, so much for my experiment. The video would never work with Molly around, she couldn’t sit still or shut up for more than ten seconds. “Hey girls! What’s up? What are you watchin’?” She said as she sat down next to Jasmine. “It’s Jessica’s mysterious project.” Jasmine said with a smile. “It’s a relaxation video, it’s actually pretty cool, I think it was really making me relaxed, here I’ll show you” she said as she hit rewind. The tape was rewound and Jasmine hit the play button. “Cool, everyone tells me I need to relax” Molly said with a loud laugh that made her huge breasts bounce slightly. Jessica watched the two girls as the video was replayed. Jasmine was slumped down in her chair, seemingly asleep almost immediately and just a few minutes later even the constantly moving Molly was slumped in her chair, her chin resting on her chest with her hair falling forward over her face. As Jessica continued to watch the girls the video neared it’s end. “You are completely relaxed, your mind is completely open, from now on you are completely under my control. You like being controlled by me.” Jessica heard her own voice say on the video. “Obeying my commands is perfectly natural to you, it makes you feel good to obey me. You like obeying my commands. You will feel pleasure when you obey my commands. Now, stand up.” Jessica was thrilled when both Molly and Jasmine quickly stood up, there eyes still closed. The video continued, “”It felt good to obey that command. It gave you pleasure. You want to feel like that again. It makes me happy when you obey my commands and obey my wishes. You want me to be happy. You want to make me happy, you want to make me feel good. When I feel good, you feel good. The better I feel, the better you feel. When you please me, you will be pleased. You love me and want me to be happy. When you hear the bell, you will wake up, you will not consciously remember any of this video but you will act on everything you have been told. Whenever I say ‘trance’ to you will immediately fall back into this trance that you are in now. Every time you go back into this trance you will be more relaxed and you mind more open than the time before. When you wake up you will remember nothing about the video except the red dot and the soothing music. You will remember that it was very relaxing and made you feel very good.” There was the ding of a small bell and the video ended. Jasmine and Molly both snapped their heads up as one and looked around. They seemed disoriented at first but quickly seemed to come back to reality. “That was cool!” Exclaimed Molly. “I feel awesome!” “Me too!” said Jasmine. “That was a great video, Jessica.” “Thanks.” Was all Jessica could manage to say. Her heart was racing, a thousand thoughts were running through her head at a million miles per hour. Had it worked? It seemed like it had, at least a little. How could she know? How should he test it? She realized that she had been working so hard on the video that she hadn’t thought very far ahead. Well she would have to improvise. She had to know. “What were you two stopping by for, anyway?” Jessica asked as innocently as she could manage. “I was just going to review my notes for this weeks show” replied Jasmine, sitting back down at the desk again. “I have to work on camera 2. It’s been sticking when I try to move it ever since that soda got spilled on it. I thing the casters just need to be cleaned out and greased so I’m going to see if I can fix it rather than send it out. I’ll be on the set if you need anything.” Molly said as she walked out the control booth door that led to the set. Jessica watched her for a few seconds through the tinted glass front of the control booth as she started fiddling with the camera. The lights on the set were bright and she wouldn’t be able to see into the darkly lit control room. Well, now that were alone, I’ll just have to try Jasmine first, thought Jessica as she sat down at the control board. Glancing out of the corner of her eye at Jasmine she couldn’t see any obvious signs of a change and her hopes began to dim a little. Jasmine seemed completely normal. Maybe it hadn’t worked. But maybe it had. Well, here goes nothing. Jessica hunched forward, faked a little groan and rolled her shoulders in a mock stretch. Jasmine looked over. “What’s the matter?” “Oh, just all this work and no sleep, my shoulders are sore that’s all. Come over here rub my shoulders.” Jessica said the last part more forcefully. She figured it was a normal enough request that it wouldn’t be completely out of line but phrasing it as a command was certainly rude enough to spark some kind of comment from Jasmine. In fact she knew that Jasmine would tell her off properly for saying it like that. Jasmines next words almost made Jessica fall out of her chair. “Of course, anything for you.” She immediately put down her papers and walked over behind Jessica. Jessica had to hold back a moan as she felt Jasmines long fingers start to massage her shoulders. Her whole body was shaking with her excitement. Jasmine would never have come over and started rubbing her back like that, not with out a lot of begging and pleading, anyway. Especially after Jessica had ordered her to. It had really worked! She had planted a command in Jasmine’s mind to obey her. She had control of Jasmine! Now the question was, how much control did she really have? Hmmmm… She had to keep pushing, to see what she could make Jasmine do, but she had to take it slow. She didn’t want to push it too far too fast, to have Jasmine suddenly wake up, say “What the fuck…??!!” and hit her or yell at her or something. Little steps were in order here, keep testing the waters. Jasmine moved her hands farther down Jessica’s back. As she moved Jessica felt Jasmine’s warm breath on her neck. The sensation made a shiver run up her spine. Hmmmm… “Oooo. Your breath is so warm, it felt nice on my neck. Can you keep breathing on me like that.” Jessica managed to get out without her voice shaking too much. The comment sounded so obvious to her, she expected a slap any second. But she was incredibly aroused now and her lust was starting to take over her body. Control, she thought. I have to stay in control! I can play later, first I have to make sure this will work. “Ooooohhhhh!” Jessica couldn’t contain her moan as she felt the tip of Jasmine’s nose touch her spine and hot breath on her neck. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?” Jasmine asked in a soft voice. “It’s wonderful.” Jessica said with another soft moan. She leaned forward a little so Jasmine could reach more of her back. “It feels so good Jasmine, keep doing that.” “Good. I’m so glad to know that you’re enjoying it. It feels so good for me too.” Jasmine said softly while rubbing lower on Jessica’s back. The commands in the video were working, Jessica thought excitedly. Jasmine was feeling good knowing that she was making Jessica feel good. How good was Jasmine feeling, Jessica wondered. Was she just happy, or was she actually feeling pleasure like Jessica. Pleasure like her… just the thought of it made Jessica moan softly again. The tip of Jasmine’s nose, still just barely touching Jessica’s neck slowly traced it’s way around the side of her neck, just below her left ear, her hot breath was making Jessica crazy with lust. She desperately wanted Jasmine to start kissing her neck. She wanted to feel Jasmines lips on her. Without wanting to, Jessica heard herself say “Use your lips…” She never finished the command. Jasmine quickly planted her lips on the side of her neck and started kissing and nuzzling her. She planted soft, sucking kisses and little biting kisses on Jessica’s neck, working up to her ear. Jessica moaned again, louder this time. The pleasure from Jasmines lips was incredible. Her whole body was trembling, her nipples were painfully hard, she felt her juices oozing from her pussy, soaking her panties. Her lust had taken over, she had lost control of her body. She had to regain control, she had to! How? Then she heard Jasmine moan softly too. Oh God! She’s enjoying this! She’s turned on too! Jessica knew at that moment that she couldn’t control herself any more. Her lust had won the battle for control. Her back arched and her hand went to the back of Jasmine’s head. She grabbed a handful of Jasmines hair and pushed her face harder against her neck. Jasmine moaned into Jessica’s neck, louder this time. Jessica wanted Jasmine so badly, she wanted to taste her pussy. She had wanted pussy for so long, now she would have it! Nothing could stop her! She would bury her face in Jasmine’s cunt and drink her sweet girl juice! Jasmine wouldn’t stop her, Jasmine was hers! “Jasmine, take off…” Jessica started softly. Suddenly there was a burst of noise from the speakers on the board and Molly’s voice came through the intercom, “Jessica, can you turn on the power to camera number two? I think it’s fixed it but I want to check it out.” There was a pause and Jessica stared at the speaker, her mind working furiously. The loud interruption had snapped Jessica back to reality for a few seconds, the few vital seconds she had needed to regain control of herself. To reign in her lust. “Hey, Jess! You awake in there?” Molly’s voice came back again. “Jasmine, go back to reading your notes.” Jessica said as calmly as she could. “Certainly. Anything you wish.” said Jasmine. She stood up and went right over to her notes and started reading again as if nothing had happened. Jessica composed herself, flipped on camera two and said into the microphone mounted to the board, “Camera two is live.” “Thanks.” Molly’s voice came back through the speakers. Jessica looked through the control booth windows at the girl standing behind camera two. As she watched Molly bent over to remove something from the toolbox sitting on the floor next to her. Molly had changed into a one piece jumpsuit she kept in the studio so she wouldn’t get her school uniform’s dirty. The jumpsuit wasn’t the most flattering outfit in the world but it was tight enough and Molly’s beautiful body was hard to hide. Jessica looked at the shapely ass that was displayed in front of her and admired the view as she tried to push down the million thoughts that were all wildly running around inside her head. Suddenly a single thought worked it’s way to the front. She had control of Jasmine, what about Molly? Jessica reached up and pulled closed the blinds on the control room windows. Turning to Jasmine she said, “Jasmine stay in here and keep reviewing your notes until I come back.” She half wondered if Jasmine would stand up and say “Don’t you be telling me what to do, girl!” But Jessica had to fight hard to suppress a wide smile when Jasmine replied, “Oh course. I’ll be right here if you need me” and continued reading. Jessica walked out of the booth and closed the door behind her. Walking up behind Molly she asked, “So what are you up to anyway?” Molly turned her head and smiled broadly as if she was very happy to see Jessica. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her way while she was working. Her hands were covered in black grease and she had a smuge of it on her right cheek. What Jessica noticed most however was that zipper on Molly’s one-piece jumpsuit was down pretty low, affording a good view of her cleavage. A good view but not a great view, Jessica decided. She would have to change that. “See, all fixed!” Molly said still holding her smile. “Just needed to clean out the soda and grease up the wheels. It’ll roll forever now.” Jessica was trying to figure out a way of giving Molly a command that she wouldn’t normally do but at the same time be something that could be taken back as just a crude or bad joke if Molly balked. She looked at Molly’s dirty hands and an idea started to form. “Well you certainly did a good job greasing up your self! You’re covered. Yuck! It’s a good thing you changed into that jumpsuit. It covers you almost completely, except you boobs. They’re still on display I see, you little slut.” Jessica said jokingly. Molly’s friends were constantly teasing her about her huge breasts, and Molly loved it. She loved the attention and the admiring and envious glances from men and women. Although in truth only the very tops of Molly’s breasts were displayed now. “Are you looking at them baby?” Molly said jokingly with a mischievous smile, sticking out her chest slightly and fluttering her eyelashes. “Maybe,” Jessica replied an evenly as she could, her breathing was starting to quicken again and her could feel her excitement building. This was it, OK, she thought to her self, here we go… “Show me more of you tits.” Jessica said in a tone of command. Her stomach churned as she wondered what Molly’s reaction would be. Molly simply reached up, grabbed the zipper that was right between her breasts and pulled it down about three inches. “Is that enough?” She asked simply. Jessica’s head was starting to spin as she stared at the tanned skin that was being displayed. She could now see most of Molly’s cleavage and the tops of her full breasts. “More”, Jessica managed to say between her now panting breaths. Molly pulled the zipper down another four inches, about even with her navel. “Is that OK?” Molly asked in an innocent voice. Her hazel eyes locked on Jessica’s green eyes. Jessica felt her lust taking control again, she tried to control herself but she just couldn’t help it. She was staring helplessly at Molly’s chest, her jumpsuit had slipped partially open when Molly pulled the zipper down the second time. Molly’s full breasts were displayed almost out to her nipples, if fact Jessica thought that she could just see the very edges of her nipples at the edge of the exposed skin. “My God Molly, you’re beautiful!” Jessica moaned out before she realized what she was saying. “Thank you. Do you enjoy looking at me?” she asked in that same innocent voice. “Oh yes, it’s wonderful Molly, so wonderful!” Jessica said with another moan. Molly let out a deep sigh and smiled “I’m so happy you enjoy looking at me! It makes me feel so good to know you’re happy!” “You feel pleasure at knowing I’m happy with you?” Jessica asked. Although she already knew the answer she wanted to hear Molly say it. “Yes, it feels so good when you’re happy with me! Is there anything else I can do to make you happy?” She asked eagerly. “If you would show me your tits I would be very, very happy.” Molly immediately pulled the zipper down to her waist and pulled open the jumpsuit. Jessica stared at the huge breasts that spilled out. They were the most beautiful things Jessica had ever seen. Full and round, her breasts were nicely tanned with no sign of tan lines Jessica was happy to note. The nipples were large, dark and very hard, Molly must be getting turned on by obeying her commands. The pleasure was making her excited. This thought was confirmed as Molly closed her eyes and moaned softly. Obeying the command must have made her feel more pleasure. “I’m really enjoying looking your tits Molly, I’m getting so turned on! Does that make you feel good, are you getting hot too?” Jessica asked with a wicked smile as she began to rub her pussy through her jeans. “Yes, it feels so good! Oooohhhh!” Molly gasped out. “It will make me much happier if I can watch you play with you titties. I want to see you enjoy playing with your self.” Jessica commanded as she continued to rub the crotch of her pants. Molly reached up and began pulling on her big, hard nipples. She pulled and twisted them as loud moans began to escape mouth. She bounced and stroked her big breasts while standing in front of Jessica who had seated her self in a chair and now had her hand down the front of her pants. “It feels so good! Am I doing a good job playing with myself? Do you like it?!” This last came out as a gasping moan as Molly gave a hard squeeze to her own tits. Her whole body was rocking and swaying as she bounced and stroked her huge tits while pulling and stroking her hard nipples. “Oooohhh Molly! I want to watch you cum, you little bitch! Cum for me, CUM RIGHT NOW!” Jessica practically screamed as she worked her fingers in her own hot, wet cunt. Molly came, right then. Still standing, she threw back her head and came with a loud scream of pure pleasure. Pussy juice soaked the crotch of her coveralls as she continued to rock her body and squeeze her huge mounds. Jessica came too. Watching Molly play with her own huge tits made Jessica hotter than she had ever been in her whole life. She watched as Molly’s big breasts jiggled and bounced as she jerked in the throws of ecstasy. The sight of Molly cumming put Jessica over the top. She came seconds after Molly, their screams joined together in an incredible cry of pleasure. Fire surged through Jessica’s veins as she watched Molly and finger fucked herself with a hand inside her pants. She felt her hand become soaked with her own juice as her pussy convulsed around her fingers, spasming as she climaxed. After a minute she leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and sighed as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. After a few more minutes she came back to reality, pulled her fingers out of her pussy and opened her eyes. Molly was still standing in front of her whimpering quietly and playing with her big tits. It occurred to Jessica that she would probably go on doing that until she was told to stop or she collapsed. That might not take all that long, Jessica thought as she looked at the girl in front of her. Molly was still playing with her tits and moaning but her whole body was shaking and she was swaying slightly. “Molly sit down, stop playing with yourself and rest.” Jessica commanded. Molly immediately did as she was told. She sat in one of the chairs at the news desk and leaned back with a contented sigh and a blissful smile on her beautiful face. As Jessica sat and watched Molly sitting in the chair, her big breasts still exposed, a wonderfully naughty idea began to form in her mind. She gave Molly about ten minutes to rest and then put her plan into action. “Molly, I want you to come over here. I want to watch you play with those big juggs some more.” Jessica called out when she had decided that Molly had a long enough rest. Molly immediately came over and started playing with her breasts. “Is this good?” she asked. “It’s great Molly. Does it feel good, are you going to make yourself cum again?” Jessica asked. Jessica's in Charge Ch. 01 “It feels so good! I’ll cum anytime you tell me to!” Molly said as between her panting and grunting. Jessica felt a thrill at Molly’s words. “You mean you can cum just by me telling you to?” “Yes! Just tell me and I’ll cum for you! Ooohhh! I want to cum for you!” She moaned as her passion continued to rise. Her hands were frantically squeezing and stroking her huge tits. “Not just yet, just keep playing with yourself until I tell you not to.” Jessica said as she reached behind her head and pressed an button on the wall. “Jasmine come in here” she said into the intercom. After a few seconds the soundproof door to the booth opened and Jasmine walked in. She got about halfway to the Molly and Jessica before her eyes got used to the darker set and she realized what was happening. “What the hell is going on?! Molly what the fuck are you doin’?!” She practically yelled out as she staggered to a stop. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in shock as she watched her best friend playing with her big tits in front of another girl. Jessica let Jasmine stand there for a few seconds staring then said “Jasmine, come over here by me.” Jasmine immediately walked over but continued to stare at Molly. “Girl, what are you doing that for?! “Molly, stop playing with yourself and take all of your clothes off.” Jessica said. Molly stopped playing with herself, pulled down the jumpsuit, stepped out of it and kicked it across the room. Jessica looked at the lower half of Molly’s body and was as happy as she was with the upper half. She had a flat stomach, firm thighs and shapely legs. Jessica also was happy to see that Molly’s pussy was neatly trimmed with just a little patch of blond fuzz over her slit and also that she had no tan lines at all. She must tan in the nude, what a delicious image, Jessica thought. “Jasmine, what do you think of Molly’s little show?” Jessica asked. “It’s disgusting! I can’t believe what she’s doing!” Was Jasmines immediate reply. Which was about what Jessica had expected. She hadn’t told Jasmine to enjoy it, so this is what she actually felt about Molly’s lewd display. “Molly, what do you think of having to play with yourself and stand naked in front of your friend?” Jessica asked. “It’s so embarrassing! I feel so ashamed!” Molly sounded on the verge of tears. Again, about what Jessica expected. She hadn’t told Molly to enjoy having Jasmine watch her. “Molly, start playing with those big titties again.” Jessica commanded. “And I want you to enjoy it. Your nipples are very sensitive from now on, your nipples are just as sensitive as your clit. They feel so good when they’re played with, you can cum very quickly just by playing with your nipples. But don’t cum until I tell you to.” Molly’s hands went to her big breasts, as soon as she pinched her nipples she let out a loud moan and her head rolled back. She obviously felt really good. With difficulty, Jessica turned her eyes away from Molly’s lewd display to Jasmine. “So what do you think? Isn’t Molly sexy?” “NO! It’s disgusting! What’s wrong with her?” Jasmine almost screamed, the situstion was starting to become too much for her. "Well, maybe she just needs some help. You want to go stick your finger in her pussy and give her a little finger fucking. ” Jessica said, her chest tight with anticipation. Jasmine didn’t reply, she just walked over and stuck her middle finger deep into Molly’s pussy. Molly let out a loud moan as Jasmine slid her long finger in and out of her pussy. Jessica could hear little wet slurping noises from between Molly’s legs. “How does it feel Jasmine?” “She’s really hot and wet. This girl must be really turned on!” Replied Jasmine. “Jasmine, you are getting very excited finger fucking your best friend. Would you like to do more with Molly?” Jessica said. “Yes” came the throaty reply. “Jasmine take your finger out of Molly’s cunt and taste it, lick your friend’s pussy juice off your finger.” Jessica directed. Jasmine took her hand out from between Molly’s legs, her whole hand was soaked with Molly’s juice. She stuck the finger in her mouth and tasted it. “Mmmmmmm.” Jasmine moaned with approval as she tasted her friend. “Now let Molly lick your finger.” She stuck her finger in Molly’s mouth while Molly continued to play with her own titties. “You both love the taste of pussy. From now on, pussy is your favorite flavor. You love the taste and smell of hot pussy juice. Just one whiff of pussy will immediately make you incredibly horny.” Jessica said forcefully. Molly, still twisting her nipples, immediately started sucking all the pussy juice from Jasmine’s hand. Jasmine leaned in, her lips only inches from Molly’s and also started licking her hand. Jessica couldn’t drag it out any longer, she loved the anticipation but she was so turned on she was getting light headed. Her pants were soaked with her arousal and her nipples were so hard they hurt. She had to get this moving. “Girls, stop. Jasmine, take all your clothes off.” Molly stopped and just stood there, Jasmine practically ripped all her clothes off. After a minute she stood there naked waiting for direction. Her tall, dark skinned body was magnificent. Full breasts, tight stomach, wide, shapely hips and long legs. Jessica let out a gasp when she saw that Jasmine shaved her pussy completely. Both girls looked incredibly sexy standing there naked, their faces flushed with excitement. Jessica’s lust had completely taken over now, there was no holding her back from her need, her body would finally be satisfied. “Girls, stick a finger up into each other’s pussy and play with eachother.” Jessica ordered. Both girls turned towards each other and started finger fucking the other’s cunt. Soft moans and sighs filled the room. “Now take the finger out of your friend and rub her juice on her mouth.” They both did it. “Now kiss. A real lip lock, really make out.” The news desk was raised on a platform, one step higher than the rest of the floor so Molly stepped up onto it to bring herself up to Jasmines height. They wrapped their arms around each other, their breasts pushed together and their lips met. When they tasted their juices on each others lips they went wild with passion. Moaning loudly into the other girls open mouth, their tongues danced as they frantically licked up every drop of juice. They started to grind their hips together and their hands began roaming around on their friend’s body. Jessica walked over to them, put a hand on each girl’s ass and leaning in close said softly “Now kiss me too.” It was more wonderful than Jessica had ever imagined as she shared her first lesbian kiss with two other girls. Their eager lips and tongues were so soft and she could still taste pussy juice on their lips. The girls started to grind their body’s against Jasmine even though she was still fully clothed. “Oooohhhh! You girls are soooo good! Give me more!” Jessica managed to say through her moans and panting. As one the two girls spread their legs and started grinding their pussys on Jessica’s thighs as their hands fondled her body. They started biting, licking and sucking on both of Jessica’s earlobes. Each girl squeezed an ass cheek with one hand and slid the other hand under Jessica’s shirt and fondled a breast. They ripped the bra off and pinched her rock hard nipples. Jasmine let go of her nipple and slid her hand down Jessica’s belly. Jessica moaned in anticipation as she felt Jasmines fingers push into her pants, slip under her panties and finally to her eager pussy. That put Jessica over the top. Pleasure surged through her and she started to cum. “Ooohhh!!! Oh fuck! OOOOOHHHH, I’m, I’m, CUMMING! Cum with me girls! Cum with MEEEEE!” All three girls came at the same time with wild screams of delight. Jessica thrashed as she came, the two girls held her upright. Throwing back her head, she let out a another scream as another climax exploded through every fiber of her being. The girls squeezed their legs together as their cunts convulsed with their orgasms. Their wet pussys soaking Jessica’s pants. The girls moaned and screamed as they nuzzled Jessica’s neck and rode the waves of passion surging through their bodies. Jessica turned her head and out of the corner of her eye could see Molly nuzzling her neck. Molly sensed that Jessica was looking at her and she looked up, still panting with passion. Jessica slid her tongue into Molly’s open mouth. Molly felt Jessica’s tongue slide into her mouth and eagerly sucked it in, it was the most wonderful kiss she had ever had, so passionate, so caring, so loving. Molly had never felt this way about any other person before. She had many boyfriends over the years and she had even thought that she had loved some of them, but it was nothing like this! She knew that she would do anything for Jessica, absolutely anything to make her happy. She felt so good when Jessica was happy, especially when she knew it was her making Jessica happy. Jessica had become her whole world. “Jessica, I love you.” She managed to get out as she broke their kiss. “I love you soooo much! What do you want me to do to you, what will make you happy?” She asked, almost pleading. “I love you too!” came immediately from Jasmine as she continued to finger Jessica’s pussy. “I want to make you happy too! What do you want, Molly and I can both make you happy! Whatever you want!” Jessica was just coming down from her fourth orgasm as the girls professed their love for her. The idea of the girls loving her excited her even more but she was about to collapse. Her legs were shaking and the only thing keeping her up was Molly’s hands on her breasts and Jasmines hand between her legs. She had to rest for a few minutes or she would pass out. “Lets lie down for a few minutes and rest” she finally managed to say. The three girl laid down on the floor, Jasmine in the middle and Jasmine and Molly snuggled up to her on either side. This is heaven, thought Jessica. These girls are both mine, they’ll do anything for me. What should I do with them? Just use them for sex toys? While the idea of having these two beautiful girls as her personal toys was appealing, she realized that she didn’t want to ruin her friendship with these girls, she wanted more than friendship from them, she wanted love. She had loved these girls since she had come to know them, loved them as friends. Now, she thought it was time to take it to another level, it was time for a new kind of love. She wondered if the girls had really loved her before. Certainly they had liked her as a friend but how much had they cared for her. She thought of asking them, they would tell her of course, but she decided not too. The answer might not be the one she wanted to hear and it really didn’t matter now anyway. They certainly loved her now. I could sleep here all night, thought Jessica. At least until the janitor shows up… The janitor?! SHIT! She looked at the clock, 5:10, he would be here any minute. They would all be expelled if they were caught like this. And Mr. Williams would turn them in if he found them, he was a short, miserable, old bastard who loved stirring up trouble. “Girls, hurry up and get dressed! The janitor will be here any minute!” Jasmine and Molly started pulling on their cloths while Jessica tried to make herself presentable. It wasn’t easy. Her pants were soaked with her juice and the other girls. She would have to find something to cover up with. “Girl’s, let’s go back to my room.” Said Jessica out loud but in her head she thought, “we need someplace more private”. And she thought, Samantha has gone home for the weekend so the room will be empty. Samantha… hmmm. I’ll have to try out this tape in her too. The thought made a fresh surge of excitement rise up in Jessica. How wonderful it would be to have her as a lover as well. Jessica put on Jasmine’s long coat to cover her wet pants and they headed to the door. As they were reaching for the door the janitor was just walking in with his cart of cleaning gear. “What are you girls still doin’ here? It’s afta’ 5:00, the school’s closed” said the little man with a suspicious squint. “We’re were just working on a project. We’re leaving now.” Jasmine said looking down on the little man with a cool, imperious look that would have made a mad tiger back down. He stared up at the 6 foot Jasmine for a few seconds but then backed down. “Well then get on out a’ here, I gots’ work that I need to be doin’” he mumbled with his head bent down and resumed pushing his cart into the room. Jasmine turned to Jessica and Molly and the girls could see a smile playing at the corners of her full lips. “Shall we go ladies?” she said as she held the door open. “Yes,” said Molly, “Let’s go. We need to go work on our project some more.” To be continued… Thanks to everyone who sends in the feedback! Special thanks to friends who supported me! Please remember to vote, 5’s are appreciated.! Jessica's in Charge Ch. 02 This is the long overdue continuation of Jessica's story. Many thanks to those who wrote me in response to the first chapter and my apologies for making you all wait so long for the continuation to be written. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story depicts graphic lesbian sex and mind control. If you are in an area where such material is prohibited or are offended by these things then leave now. You have been warned. Special thanks to vella_ms for her wonderful work as my editor. Please remember to vote. Jessica arched her back in a long, decadent stretch as she lay in bed. She enjoyed the feel of the warm sun streaming through the windows as it fell across her nude body. It seemed that every muscle and joint in her body was sore and stiff this morning. As she twisted her shoulders trying to work out the kinks, she smiled at the memory of how she had gotten so sore in the first place. She glanced across the small dorm room to the other bed and grinned at the sight of the two girls still sleeping there. Jasmine and Molly slept soundly. Both were also nude, a single white sheet covering only their legs. Jasmine was lying on her back with her arm wrapped around Molly who was snuggled up tight to her side. Molly's head was pillowed on Jasmine's chest, her mane of blond hair spread out over Jasmine's shoulder. Molly's pale skin and blond hair were a delicious contrast to Jasmine's coco colored skin and curly black hair. Jessica's eyes traveled downward, gliding over the two beautiful bodies lying only a few feet away. It wasn't only their skin tone and hair that was different; the two girls were a study in opposites. Jasmine was a beautiful, statuesque black girl. She was exotically beautiful with full lips and a broad nose. She had wide, dark eyes that possessed a riveting, raptor's gaze. When Jasmine looked at a person, they stayed looked at for a good, long time. Those eyes looked out of a slender face that was framed by long, curly black hair. Jasmine had always felt that a person's hair should reflect their personality. As a result her hair always done up in some elaborate exotic hairstyle that was supposed to reflect her mood of the day. At a bit over six feet tall, Jasmine towered over most of the other girls in the school. Her lean, well-proportioned body was not heavily muscled but the definition of her arms and legs and the grace with which she moved spoke volumes about her exercise routine. It wasn't only Jasmine's body that was alluring however, she was also very intelligent and a gifted public speaker. Jasmine possessed the rare ability to stand up in front of a large group of people and with no notes or rehearsing and give an hour long speech on nothing, making it both interesting and entertaining. It was that speaking ability that had secured Jasmines place as the Anchor Woman for the school's weekly in house, TV news program that Jessica produced. Jasmine also possessed an unflappable calm and poise that gave her a dignified, almost noble air. It was the combination of beauty, intelligence and poise that often made Jessica think of her as an exotic African Priestess or even a Queen. It was a sentiment that Jessica knew other girls also shared. Despite the fact that she was one of a very small handful of black girls at the exclusive, all girl, boarding school, Jasmine was respected and well liked. She had even been elected as the captain of the volleyball team, which had surprised Jessica. Jessica had expected it to go to one of the blond, homecoming queen type girls that usually got elected. All of the girls in the school came from upper class families and many were from extremely wealthy backgrounds. Many of those families were still quite prejudiced and regarded all minorities as second-class citizens. By being elected as the captain, Jasmine had beaten those stereotypes and proven herself to everyone. Jessica had never been so proud or happy for her friend as she had on the day Jasmine had been made captain. Jessica's eyes traveled from the regal black girl, down to the mass of blond hair beside her. If Jasmine was the Queen of the court, then Molly was the Jester. Not that Molly was in anyway unattractive. She was actually every bit as lovely as Jasmine, but in different ways. Jessica's mouth twitched up in a small, private smile as she looked at her friends. Molly was the exact opposite of Jasmine in almost every way. Short at less than five feet, Molly would best be described as curvaceous. Some would even call her wickedly curvaceous. All eyes that fell on her, male and female, were immediately drawn to her full, heavy breasts that looked startlingly large on her small frame. Molly enjoyed the attention and always dressed to emphasize her chest with tight, low cut blouses that revealed vast amounts of her ample cleavage. If onlookers could tear their gaze away from the heart of Molly's breasts, they would see a pretty face with a perpetual grin, a small slightly bobbed nose and sky blue eyes. Her blond hair was a long, luxurious mane that she habitually wore tied back in a single thick, ponytail. While Jasmine was cool and reserved, Molly was always bubbling over with excitement and enthusiasm. A cheery, compact bundle of limitless energy, Molly almost never stopped talking or moving for more than a minute or two at a time and was rarely seen without a smile on her face. She was usually heard long before she was seen, talking on and on about anything to anyone who was nearby. She was also a constant fidget. It was as if her hands had minds of their own and constantly needed to be doing something, anything to justify their existence. Sitting next to Molly during a lecture hall could be a trying experience for anyone of less than divine patience. Her constant toe tapping, paper rustling and, worst of all, clicking of the retractable pen, was maddening after just a few minutes. More than once during a lecture, Jessica had reached across and snatched a pen away from Molly in frustration. On those occasions Molly would smile shyly and bite her lower lip in embarrassment for a moment. But within two minutes she would be right back at it with something else. Having her hands in constant motion served Molly well in other areas. Behind her curvaceous body lived a mechanical genius. Molly's father owned several automobile dealerships and even a stock car racing team. He had always wanted a son to bring into the car business and racing team but Molly's mother had died when she was young and she was an only child. To her father's surprise and delight Molly started to display a remarkable amount of mechanical aptitude at a very early age. Before she was three years old she was disassembling and reassembling everything in the house that she could get her little hands on. By the time she was five she was tearing around the yard in her first go-kart that she had built with her father's help. Molly was eight she started racing on a junior go-kart circuit. At first, many of the other racers, all boys, teased her and told her that girls couldn't drive and that she would never win a single race. She placed fifth out of fifteen in her first race and was number one in the points standing by the end of her first season. By the time Molly was thirteen, her father decided to build another room on the house to keep all the trophies she had won. But it wasn't just driving that Molly enjoyed, it was the mechanics of it all. Actually, she enjoyed working on her cars more than she liked racing them. She even worked as a mechanic for her father's professional team. The other members of the team had been skeptical at first but had quickly come around after seeing her work. She could tear apart anything, repair it and rebuild it faster and better than anyone. When Molly looked at something, she didn't just see a machine, she saw every single part, how it moved and how it interacted with every other part. Molly was to pliers and screwdrivers, what Beethoven was to notes and chords. When Molly was sixteen, her life took and unexpected change. He father was arrested for income tax evasion and sentenced to five years in prison. She was left in the custody of her grandparents. They were happy to have her at first but their sentiments soon waned. They lived in an affluent suburb of Boston and the neighbors soon started complaining about the noise from Molly's engine tuning. They finally had to forbid Molly from working on her racing anymore. Without and outlet for her energy Molly quickly drove her grandparents close to insanity with her constant talking and fidgeting. Finally unable to deal with her any longer they resignedly sent her off to the boarding school. It was at this school where she met Jessica. Jessica had just started the school's news show and was looking for help. Molly, who was new to the school and now horribly bored without any outlet for her energy, saw an opportunity. Not at all interested in being the on air talent, Molly wanted to be on the crew. Jessica had been so desperate for help that she was ready to hire just about anyone. However, when she saw Molly working the cameras she knew she was more than just anyone. Molly was exactly who Jessica had been looking for. Like all things mechanical, Molly was a wiz with the cameras. With just a quick glance she knew how everything worked and how to use it. She also had a keen eye and knew what to shoot and what not to bother with. When Molly had a camera in her hands she was rarely looking the wrong way. Together, Molly and Jasmine were the best team for the news program that Jessica could ever have hoped for. Jessica felt a twinge between her legs as she looked over at the two sleeping girls. A devious smile split her lips as she remembered the activities of the last few days. They were also the best sex slaves she ever could have hoped for. Jessica's in Charge Ch. 02 Molly, for her part, seemed perfectly content to please whoever wanted it. Even without being commanded to, Molly would gleefully fuck Jasmine or Jessica tirelessly until they begged her to stop or passed out. Molly seemed to immerse herself completely in her role to service her lovers. "She's got quite a tongue, doesn't she?" Jessica asked. A dreamy smile spread on Jasmines' lips but she didn't open her eyes, "Yeah." "Want to see something really hot?" Jasmine opened her eyes and looked over. From the distant look in her eyes, Jessica figured that Jasmine was getting close to a climax. As in everything else, Jasmine was reserved and composed during sex. She would moan and groan, but rarely screamed out except when she was having an exceptional orgasm. Her body motions were also more controlled. She didn't thrash about like Jessica and Molly did, she almost always retained her poise. Almost always, Jessica thought to herself. On more than one occasion during the last few days she had seen Jasmine writhing in ecstasy as powerful climaxes tore through her. "Mmm?" Jasmine prompted with one raised eyebrow. "Molly, look into Jasmine's eyes." Without missing a lick, Molly obediently looked up, locking eyes with the woman towering over her. Jessica's pulse quickened and she started panting as her nipples stiffened. "Molly, cum for me." Just was before, Molly's body was immediately taken by a powerful orgasm. Her ass lifted off the floor as her back arched. Jasmines wet pussy muffled a cry of rapture from Molly as the tall girl stared down in amazement. Her amazement turned to excitement as she realized what had just happened and with a shuddering groan, Jasmine came. With Jasmine's orgasm, Jessica could see a surge of the silky wetness that covered Molly's face. The petite blonde worked to lap up every drop of the sweet nectar even as she rode the waves of her own climax. Her tongue worked furiously, licking all around Jasmine's hairless cunt, savoring every drop. With a satisfied sigh, Jasmine slid back, lying down on top of Molly. They kissed softly for a moment before Jasmine slowly licked her own wetness off of Molly's face. Seeing Jasmine's long tongue and knowing what she tasted drove a low groan from Jessica. "How do you taste?" Jasmine looked over and winked, "Delicious." She rolled onto her side and spread her legs slightly. "Want a taste?" "Later, baby, later." She stood up a little stiffly. "For now, let's get cleaned up." After the three of them showered together and got dressed, Jessica sent them back to their own rooms. She had kept them with her for days now and as much as she wanted another day of sapphic lust, she knew it wasn't fair to them. They both had homework and studying to do and she even had some of her own. Besides, her roommate and best friend Samantha would be back today and it wouldn't do to have her walk in on a lesbian love session. At least not yet anyway, Jessica thought with a grin. Jessica glanced at the picture of her roommate sitting on the desk, feeling the familiar pang of longing she always did at the sight of her. The picture was taken last spring just after a swim meet in which Samantha had come in first place in the varsity division. The petite Japanese girl was holding an enormous gold trophy and beaming like a lighthouse. Jessica's eyes roamed over the slim girls form just as they had a thousand times before. The black racing suit she wore did nothing to hide her feminine form. Years of daily swimming had given her a perfectly toned, sleek body without an ounce of fat anywhere. But it wasn't just Samantha's body that Jessica was attracted to, it was everything about her. Jessica had never met anyone that she had felt such a connection to. She could sit up for hours at night, talking to Samantha about anything. She was completely comfortable and at ease whenever Samantha was with her. Both girls had been outsiders at the school, not really fitting in with the 'cool girls' and as a consequence had found each other. From their first meeting they had quickly become close friends and eventually roommates. But it wasn't until recently that Jessica had finally realized her deeper feelings towards Samantha. It had been several months ago that Jessica had, in a moment of crystal clarity, essentially found herself and had started to come to grips with who she really was, with her own sexuality. It had taken even more time before she had actually admitted to herself that she really was a lesbian. With that admission came a frightening new realization. She was in love with Samantha. The very idea of being in love with Samantha both thrilled and terrified her. The slightest thought of Samantha's smooth skin and silky black hair made Jessica's sex wet with need. But the thought of admitting her love, of risking rejection, or worse yet, ridicule and scorn terrified her. For weeks she was tormented by her conflicting emotions. Living in the same room with Samantha was heaven and hell all at once. Many times she was so close to blurting out her feelings and risking it all but something always held her back. Throughout her entire life, Jessica had always liked to be in command of any given situation. She wanted to know what happened, what was going on, what was coming next. To Jessica's brilliant analytical mind, facts were power and Jessica liked power. Not power as in the CEO of a company or a politician, but more as in the power to control her own life, to control her destiny. But now Jessica was faced with a problem where she had no control. She didn't know what Samantha would do. She had tried little probing questions slipped into conversations to see if her roommate had any similar feelings about her. She desperately wanted to know if Samantha had any feelings about women in general but those questions never seemed to be fruitful. Samantha was a very quiet, shy girl with few friends. Jessica had never know her to have any boyfriend either which gave her some hope but the girl was so shy that she didn't know if it was out of a sexual preference or just lack of opportunity. On the few occasions that Jessica had brought up boyfriends, Samantha had become even more quiet and withdrawn, to pull back into herself. The girl seemed so uncomfortable that Jessica had given up and changed the subject. It wasn't so much that Samantha dislike boys; it was more like she was scared. Jessica figured it was her shy nature and dropped it not wanting to hurt her friend. Then, a few months ago, Jessica had an epiphany. It had been while researching for a psychology paper and she had run across an article on hypnotism. Here was the answer to Jessica's problem. She could hypnotize Samantha and have her reveal her true feelings without even realizing it. As she researched more another idea began to form in her mind. If she found out that Samantha didn't have any feeling for her, maybe she could implant them. She could make Samantha fall in love with her. At first the idea seemed wrong to her, too much of a violation. Planting thoughts in someone's mind was akin to drugging a person to take advantage of them, a form of mental rape. She dismissed the thought and put it from her mind. Or least she tried to put it from her mind. As the weeks rolled by Jessica became more and more infatuated with Samantha and the idea of loving her, being with her, possessing her. The thoughts of what she would do if Samantha confessed that she had no feelings for her tormented her. Even before she had her answer, Jessica's mind began to run away with her, prophesizing doom. She became more desperate. She began to rationalize altering Samantha's mind, of taking control of her thoughts and emotions. If she made Samantha fall in love with her, then Samantha would be happy with her, so she wasn't really hurting her at all. In fact because Samantha was so shy she probably never would find a person who truly loved her and would be alone all her life. So by making her fall in love, she was really helping her. It would be good for Samantha. By now Jessica had become obsessed with hypnotism. She bent all of her considerable intellect to the task. After months of research and work she had finally completed the video hypnosis tape that she had tried out on Jasmine and Molly just a few days ago. The tapes effectiveness had amazed Jessica. It had worked perfectly and now the thought of using it on Samantha, taking control of her, was making Jessica light headed with excitement. Unconsciously her hand slipped down inside her sweatpants and a finger started to trace her already slippery, wet nether lips. Her eyes remained locked on the picture of the slim Japanese girl as her middle finger pushed its way inside her. She moaned with repressed need and longing. "Samantha..." she breathed. Her other hand cupped a breast, pinching her sensitive nipple through the thin material of her tee shirt, making her moan louder. She stood there for several minutes fingering her pussy, dreaming of her friend as her passions built. She could feel a hot bead of her wetness rolling down the inside of her thigh before it soaked into the material of her pants. Unable to resist any longer her finger found the sensitive nub of her clit and started to circle it, faster and faster. In less than a minute Jessica came with a hoarse groan. Never taking her eyes from the picture of Samantha, she dropped to her knees and rocked slowly as if riding a rolling tide of ecstasy. A hot gush of her wetness flooded out over her fingers and soaked her pants as another flash of heat passed through her and her cunt contracted around her finger. After what could have been days but was actually only a few minutes, Jessica came down from her flight. Still panting, she wiped the sticky wetness from her fingers on her pants as she got up on shaky legs. She was still amazed at how quickly just the thought of Samantha got her aroused. She couldn't imagine what actually making love to the girl would be like. Jessica thought she might cum just at the sight of Samantha's nude body. The thought of Samantha nude made Jessica's lust flare anew and she quickly, but with regret, drove the thought from her mind before she lost herself in another self pleasure session. She couldn't indulge herself now, she didn't have time. As she slipped into the bathroom to clean herself up again, Jessica marveled at how high her sex drive seemed to be lately. Throughout most of her life she had never been a very sexual woman. It had only been recently that she had begun having sex with partners. Not counting Jasmine and Molly, all her partners had been boys and those encounters had not been very fulfilling to Jessica. She had always thought sex was a fun, if brief diversion. A few thrusts, a few grunts and a sigh followed by a sticky, wet mess. It wasn't until her acceptance of her sexuality, admitting to herself that she was lesbian, that sex had become so wonderfully fulfilling. In the last few months her fantasy life had exploded with incredible energy and passion. Her sex drive seemed to double almost every day. Her days and nights were filled with delicious fantasies about women of every shape and size imaginable. Friends, teachers, celebrities, a woman standing in line at the gas station, a checkout girl at the Gap, even family members, no woman escaped her wild fantasies. She found herself masturbating several times a day where before she had almost never touched herself. She couldn't even make it through a full day of school without slipping off to the restroom for a few quick minutes of relief. She had begun to wonder if there was something wrong with her, maybe a sexual disorder of some kind. The notion that she might be a sex addict, a nymphomaniac, started to worry her. She had always discounted the idea of being addicted to sex as foolish but now she wasn't so sure. Of all the women that Jessica saw every day and all she fantasized about, the one who most possessed her thoughts was Samantha. Constantly through the day her thoughts would be brought back to the petite, dark haired girl. Visions of Samantha's firm body tantalized her fantasies during the day and tormented her dreams at night. Many a night she had woken up panting, bathed in sweat and soaked between her thighs. The vague dream images of Samantha flitting away from her like leaves in the wind. The harder she tried to capture the images, the faster they faded, leaving her frustrated and drained, both mentally and physically. It was through this aching need that Jessica gave into her darker thoughts and made the hypnosis tape. After cleaning herself up Jessica straightened up the room, removing all signs of the activities of the last few days. Samantha would be back any time now and Jessica wanted everything to be perfect. She had planned for this exact moment for weeks now, running through it in her mind over and over again, and working out every detail. Her plan was perfect. With a smile she looked at the videocassette in her hands. The plain black tape bore no marking that would reveal its real purpose. Its only distinguishing feature was a small letter "H" written with white paint in one corner. Her hands shook as she set the tape down on the table by the television. Just a little bit longer, she told herself, soon. An hour later Jessica was sitting at her desk trying concentrate on her homework when she heard keys rattle in the lock. A moment later the door swung open and Samantha shuffled in loaded down with several duffel bags full of the laundry she had brought home to wash. She let the bags fall to the floor and dropped onto her bed with a huff. "Why did we have to get a room on the third floor?" She asked the ceiling. "At least there isn't anyone above us stomping around at four in the morning." Jessica replied with a grin. "I suppose." Samantha allowed. She sat up and looked over a Jessica. "Miss me?" "Don't I always?" Jessica quipped. In truth she did, desperately so. But Molly and Jasmine had helped her manage. Her grin widened at the memories. "So how was the weekend at home?" Samantha stood and started to unpack her bags. "Boring, as usual." She looked over her shoulder at Jessica, "Anything exciting happen here?" Jessica looked away as she felt her cheeks flush. She covered her embarrassment by getting up and walking over to the window and looking out at nothing. "No, not really." As she looked out the window she could see her roommate's reflection in the glass as she continued to unpack her bags. Jessica studied the slim form, the long, silky black hair, the flashing dark eyes... she moaned softly at the heat that was once again spreading through her body. It was time. "I finally finished my video project." Jessica said as casually as she could. She thought she could hear a tremble in her own voice and prayed that Samantha wouldn't notice. She turned, trying to act casual, "Want to see it?" Samantha didn't stop unpacking, "Maybe in a few minutes. I want to finish unpacking first." Jessica was twitching with nervous energy and the delay was torture but she couldn't make Samantha suspicious. "Sure. Whenever you're ready." Jessica sat down and tried to resume her homework but it was hopeless, she couldn't stop sneaking little peeks at her roommate. Samantha was wearing a baby doll tee shirt with the school logo on it and tight, low riding jogging pants with "Angel" printed across her ass. When she bent over to put clothes away in the bottom drawer, the view of her tight bottom almost made Jessica moan out loud. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable and her nipples were painfully stiff. The closeness of her roommate and the realization that she was so near to possessing her was driving Jessica mad with desire. If she didn't figure out how to get Samantha to watch the tape soon she was going to go crazy. She realized that her hand had made its way down between her legs and was tracing her slit through the material of her pants. She snatched her hand away, worried that Samantha might have seen her but her roommate gave no indication that she had seen anything. Samantha pulled something from her bag and walked over to her nightstand. She placed a compact disk in her CD player/alarm clock then turned away and resumed unpacking. The room was soon filled with Mozart's Symphony Number Thirty. Samantha was a classical music buff and Jessica had long ago become accustomed to music being played constantly in their room. Jessica once again turned her attention back to her homework. For a few minutes she furiously scribbled notes in the margin of her history book but her mind eventually drifted back the girl across the room. By now Samantha had finished unpacking her bags and was putting the empty bags in the closet. Jessica was again staring at Samantha, unable to tear her gaze away. She started when Samantha spoke. "You don't need the bathroom do you? I'm going to take a shower." Jessica almost moaned again at the thought of Samantha nude in the shower. Struggling to remain in control she nervously shuffled through her notebook. "I'm fine, go ahead." "Thanks." She headed for the door, towel in hand. "Back in a few." As soon as the door clicked Jessica's hand dove into her pants and started furiously fingering her pussy. She didn't know what was wrong with her but she couldn't help it. The intense heat between her legs was unbearable and she needed release. She pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and groaned with pleasure hoping Sam couldn't hear her. Her eyes once again traveled up to the picture of her friend on the desk. Her climax was building with wonderful speed and she knew that rapture was only seconds away. Mozart filled her ears and Samantha filled her mind as she reached the peak and soared into ecstasy. "Jessica?" Jessica blinked, confused, she was startled to see her friend standing in front of her wrapped in a bath towel. With horror she wondered what Samantha had seen. "Yes?" She answered cautiously. "You ok?" She looked down at her. "You seem a little spaced out." "Um... yes... I'm, I'm fine..." Jessica stammered. She was confused, that last thing she remembered was fingering herself to a quick climax. But that had been just after Samantha went into the shower, only a few minutes ago. Samantha always took long showers, she shouldn't be out yet, it was too soon. Shaking her head she looked at the clock on her desk, it read three thirty. Her confusion started to turn to alarm. When Samantha had gone into the shower the clock had read two twenty one, she had lost over an hour. Had she passed out? She couldn't remember anything. She must have looked as confused as she felt because Samantha, still standing in front of her, asked, "Something wrong?" "I, ah, well..." Jessica couldn't seem to get her wits together. She felt dazed as if she had just been roused suddenly out of a deep sleep. "Maybe you should watch your new relaxation tape." Samantha's words cut through Jessica's addled mind like a laser. Before she could stop herself she asked, "How did you know it was a relax..." she broke off, catching herself. A gnawing dread started to eat away at her. Samantha seemed not to hear. She turned and went to her nightstand, opened the drawer and shuffled through the papers in there for a moment before turning around again. "You know," she continued in a conversational tone, "you really shouldn't leave notes on your secret projects lying around for anyone to see." She flipped the paper into Jessica's lap where it landed face up. Jessica looked down and her uneasiness blossomed into stunned horror. It was a page from her notebook on her hypnosis project, the exact wording for the phrases she had embedded in the video. The wording she had carefully scripted so as to be subconsciously perceived by the viewer. The very words that were designed to place the person under Jessica's control, "You will obey any command Jessica gives you... you will love Jessica..." stared up at her. Jessica's in Charge Ch. 02 But the worst of it was in the margins. There were scribbles of hearts with "Jessica and Samantha" and "Samantha Loves Jessica" all over the edges of the paper. Jessica was unable to look up. She felt tears running down her cheeks and her whole body was trembling. All her carefully laid plans were crumbling around her and worst of all, her roommate, her best friend, the person she loved most in this life probably hated her now. Her carefully worked out plan had failed before it even started and she was about to loose everything she had dreamed of for so long. She wondered if a jump from a third story window was high to kill herself. Samantha leaned down in front of her and placed her warm, soft hands on Jessica's cheeks, turning her head up. She looked deep into Jessica's eyes and said, "You could have just asked me if I loved you." She smiled, "I would have said yes." Jessica's mind was a tortured whirlwind of confusion. She couldn't seem to make her thoughts line up with what was happening. It was all coming at her to fast. After a long silence Samantha's words registered and she managed to ask in a small voice. "You do?" Samantha's smile widened and she nodded slightly, "Yes, I do." She leaned forward and kissed Jessica softly on the lips. Jessica's heart leapt at the contact. It was like being struck by lightning. She had been kissed many times before by boys and more recently by Molly and Jasmine but nothing compared to the feel of Samantha's smooth, soft lips. That single kiss made the long months of dreaming and waiting worthwhile. Jessica didn't think heaven could be any more wonderful than that kiss. Samantha broke the kiss after several long heartbeats and sat back, eyes closed. She sighed contentedly and opened her eyes, "I always have." Her eyes glanced down at the paper in Jessica's lap and her expression hardened a little. "But I wish you had just asked me. I'm not real keen on being a mindless servant." Cold sweat again formed on Jessica's brow. Embarrassed and ashamed, she turned away, unable to look into her friends dark eyes. "I'm so sorry, Samantha. I never meant to hurt you. I was just so scared you would laugh at me or... or hate me." She burst into tears again at the thought. Samantha wrapped her arms around her and pulled her head to her shoulder. Jessica whimpered softly and snuggled in tight. Samantha's hair was still damp from her shower and she smelled of floral shampoo. Jessica breathed deeply trying to regain control of her rampaging emotions while at the same time savoring the feel and sent of her friend. "It'll all be ok. Calm down." Samantha cooed into her ear, rocking her friend slowly. Kissing her on the cheek, she pushed Jessica back and stood up. She turned back to her nightstand again as she said, "You seem a little tense Jess. I think you need to relax." Ejecting the CD she had been playing she continued, "Since we can't very well watch your relaxation tape perhaps you'd prefer to listen to my new relaxation CD?" One eyebrow arched and a wicked grin spread over her face. Jessica's mind was still trying to sort out the implications of Samantha admitting that she had feelings for her too. Her dread of only moments before was being replaced with a rapidly spreading joy. Samantha's final words were slow to sink in but when they finally did her heart nearly froze. She stared at the gleaming CD in Samantha's hand not daring to speak. Samantha dropped the CD in Jessica's lap and stood there, looking down at the stunned girl. After a long silence Jessica managed to cautiously ask, "Relaxation CD?" Samantha walked over and sat on the edge of her bed before answering. "Yes. Not as effective as your Relaxation video, I'll admit, but still quite effective. I really must thank you for giving me the idea." Jessica looked back and forth between Samantha's wicked grin and the gleaming CD in her lap. Leaning back casually Samantha asked, "So how was your weekend with Molly and Jasmine?" The question shocked Jessica to her core. "How... how did you know?" Samantha's devilish smile got even wider and one eyebrow quirked up. "Jess, why do you think you took control of them instead of me?" She pointed to the videotape sitting next to the television. "Wasn't the whole reason you made that tape to get me?" Looking down in confused embarrassment, Jessica didn't answer. "So why would you use it on Jasmine and Molly instead of me?" "I...I...well, because... I just thought..." She stammered before collecting her thoughts, "I wanted to test it before I used it on..." she broke off in embarrassment as she realized what she was about to say. "Used it on?" Samantha prompted. Jessica fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she looked down again. After a long pause she said without looking up, "Used it on... on you." "No Jess, that's not the reason." Samantha said in a surprisingly gentle voice. "You did it because I told you to." Jessica looked down at the gleaming CD in her lap. Tentatively she picked up the CD in her lap and turned it over to read the label. In red marker it was neatly labeled "Mozart – Symph No. 30" across the top and in big block letters "HYPNO" was written across the bottom. One finger traced over the wording on the CD before she asked, "How?" Samantha smoothed down the towel wrapped around her as if it were a fine dress before answering. "Well, I figured out what you were planning a few weeks ago by accident." She pointed down at the note paper, "You really should be more careful with secret plans you know. Anyway, I realized that you actually had the same feeling about me that I did for you." She smiled dreamily, "I had never been so happy in my life. I wanted to kiss you silly when I saw you the next time. But the hypnosis thing wasn't so cool. I wasn't to keen on being your servant or toy or whatever. So I decided to turn the tables on you. I checked out your notes when you weren't around and did some of my own research. I knew I couldn't make a video like you were but an audio CD seemed doable. So I ripped some programs off the web and made a few CDs." Jessica glanced again at the CD, knowing what was coming, not wanting to hear it but also in some odd way needing to hear. Samantha continued, "You listened to the first CD about two weeks ago. The influence isn't as strong as the video so it took several sessions before I really had you. But after a week or so I had you and could implant pretty much any command I wished." "What did you do to me?" Jessica didn't think Samantha's grin could get any wider, she was wrong. "Just a few little changes." She traced a finger lazily along the headboard of her bed. "Have you looked at my picture up there on the desk lately?" Jessica's eyes flicked involuntarily to the picture and she felt the almost uncontrollable urge to touch herself. She squeezed her legs together and clutched the arms of the chair, restraining herself. She tried to sound casual but her voice quavered as she asked, "Why would I be looking at that?" Still in that lazy voice Samantha said, "Because, I planted in you that every time you looked at that picture of me you would instantly get turned on and have a strong urge to play with yourself." "No." Jessica said in a stunned whisper. "Yup." Samantha sat forward, looking Jessica in the eye, "So, you still haven't told me, how was your weekend with Molly and Jasmine?" "I never told you about them, how did you know it worked?" She pointed down at the CD, "It might not have worked." Even to her own mind it sounded more like she was asking, hoping it didn't rather than really believing it hadn't. "Oh, it worked all right. You called me last night and told me." "No I didn't!" Jessica blurted in a near panic. "I never called you!" "Jessica, remember." Samantha said in a clear voice. As if someone had flipped a switch, the memories came flooding back to Jessica. She remembered picking up the phone late last night and calling Samantha. "Hi Jess, what's going on." Sam had answered on the first ring. "I took control of Jasmine and Molly, just like you wanted me to." Jessica had answered. "And?" "We've been fucking each other's brains out since Thursday night." A sigh had come through the line before Samantha asked, "Did you implant the commands like I told you to?" "Yes." "And do they work?" "Yes." Another sigh. "What are they doing now?" Jessica had looked across the room to the two girls wrapped in a furious sixty-nine. "They're in a sixty-nine on your bed." Jessica recalled how the need between her legs had been driving her mad while she had watched her friends going down on each other. She had felt her own wetness soaking into her desk chair as she talked to Samantha. Samantha had groaned on the other end of the line. "Are you wet?" "Yes, my cunt is soaked." "Mmmm... are you..." she broke off. Jessica heard a muffled conversation on the other end as if Samantha had put her hand over the receiver. "Damn, I have to go. When you hang up the phone you will go join Jasmine and Molly on the bed and forget that you talked to me until I tell you to remember. Do you understand?" Samantha said in a rush. "Yes, I understand." "Good, hang up the phone now." Jessica remembered punching the end button and joining the two other girls on the bed for several more hours of torrid lovemaking before finally crawling into her own bed to sleep. She had done exactly as Samantha had commanded her to do. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. The implications were frightening and also in an odd way, exciting. She looked to her roommate, wondering what to do now. "Now do you remember calling me?" Sam asked. "Yes." She nodded mechanically, trying to sort through it all. "Good." She looked Jessica over, the smile never leaving her lips. "Because as I said, I'm not real keen on the idea of being a slave..." that wicked gleam came back into her dark eyes, "but having a slave, now that's different." At the word 'slave' Jessica felt surge of sudden need. Her insides seemed to contract, her nipples stiffened and her pussy started to get wet. A slave, yes, that was what she really wanted; she wanted to be Samantha's slave. She loved Samantha with all her heart and only wanted to make Samantha happy, whatever it took. Samantha smiled, seeing the look of lust flare in her friend's eyes, knowing what it meant, "Take your cloths off, Jessica." In a flash, Jessica was on her feet tearing her shirt and pants off. Naked, she stood before Samantha trembling in anticipation, eager to please. In a syrupy sweet voice Samantha asked, "What do you want Jess?" "To please you." In that same cloying voice the dark haired girl replied "But just seeing you naked pleases me." Jessica moaned knowing that just standing here was making her love happy. She felt a bead of hot wetness trail down the inside of her leg. "What... what else would you like me to do for you?" Standing up, Samantha fiddled with the towel that was still wrapped around her. "Do you remember any of the other commands I planted in you Jessica?" "No." Without a word, Samantha allowed the towel to drop to the floor, revealing her slim body. Samantha's body was magnificent. Her flawless skin flowed gracefully over perfectly feminine curves, from her small feet to the long silky black hair on her head. She turned slightly as if to let Jessica admire her body fully. Long, toned legs led up to a hairless crotch and a flat, firm stomach. Her breasts were small and firm, capped by dusky pink nipples that stood out stiffly in the cool air of the room. For an instant, Jessica took in the sight of Samantha's nude body before a jolt of pleasure shot through her. With a cry she was overcome by a sudden, unexpected orgasm. It was violation of pure bliss, a perfectly delicious rapture that invaded her body and flowed freely through her veins without her consent. She didn't know how or why it had happened but at that moment she didn't really care. A long, low moan filled the small room as she struggled to remain standing. Throughout it all she was unable to take her eyes of Samantha's nude body. She watched through a haze as Samantha bit her bottom lip, stifling her own moan. Knowing that she was the cause of Samantha's pleasure only served to fuel Jessica's lust and she cried out louder as another, stronger surge washed through her. After a few more surges, Jessica started to come down from the stratosphere. She swayed on her feet as the room swam around her. She felt Samantha's strong hands guide her to the bed and lay her down. Dreamily she felt Samantha lie down next to her and slide in close. Warm breath flowed over her ear as the petite girl whispered, "That was beautiful Jessica. Did you like it?" Collecting herself Jessica answered, "Yes... but..." she paused to take a breath, "what was that?" "One of the commands I gave you." Her hot tongue started to trace along Jessica's earlobe making her whimper softly with desire. "Whenever you see me disrobe it will make you have an orgasm." Jessica gasped in delight at the prospects. The tongue on her ear added to her delight. "What do you want me to do for you?" "Jessica, normal." The urge to be completely subservient to Samantha subsided leaving Jessica feeling a little confused. "What happened?" In answer, Samantha pulled gently, rolling Jessica on top of her. The feel of the perfect body beneath her made Jessica sigh. The lean, taut feel of Samantha's body combined with the soft firmness of her breasts was euphoria to Jessica. She would have been perfectly content at that moment just to lie there and hold the slim Japanese girl for the rest of her life. Samantha looked up at Jessica with her dark, Asian eyes and smiled. "I want a lover, not a mindless toy." "But you still have control of me?" Jessica asked quietly. "Yes," the gleam returned to her eyes for a moment, "and I always will. But I promise to never hurt you." She kissed Jessica's trembling lips. "Now make love to me." Jessica felt the heat surge within her again but this time it wasn't in response to a command; it was in response to connection she felt to the woman under her. She leaned down and started to plant small, sucking kisses along Samantha's neck, working her way downward with every kiss. She flipped her head, sending her thick red hair cascading over one shoulder like a long, luxurious waterfall of burnished copper. One of Samantha's hands reached up and grasped a handful of Jessica's hair. Samantha tried to guide the lips where she wanted them to go but Jessica wouldn't be hurried. With deliberate slowness, Jessica kissed her way farther and farther down the slim girl's chest. She carefully avoided her small breasts, kissing around them and between them in slow, lazy circles. Samantha arched her back and moved, trying to get her lover to kiss the sensitive mounds but Jessica continually moved away. As Jessica moved farther down, kissing along her flat tummy, Samantha let out a whimper of frustration. Jessica smiled to herself as she continued her trip downward. Samantha may be able to take control of her but Jessica could be in charge sometimes as well. She traced the side Samantha's pelvis and across the tops of her thighs, occasionally switching sides as she descended. She left a continuous line of the wet, sucking kisses broken only occasionally by a long, spiraling lick with the tip of her tongue. She pushed Samantha's thighs apart with her elbows as she settled lower and lower with each kiss. Samantha offered no resistance and parted her thighs eagerly. Panting with need, Samantha was letting out small whimpers of anticipation and frustration. She released Jessica's hair and reached up, gripping the headboard with both hands. Her knuckles turned white from the tension in her hands and arms. Her eyes slid closed as her head rolled back as her whimpering increased in volume. Jessica's slow, torturous decent continued. She kissed down the insides of Samantha's thighs, lifting one leg slightly to allow her to trace around to the back of one of her knees with her tongue. Samantha's whimpering got louder as Jessica worried the tender skin there for a few long heartbeats before continuing her journey. Samantha's continuous whimpering had started to mingle with gasps and quiet moans as Jessica finally made it to her feet. She kissed and nibbled her way across the top of her small foot, down to the red painted toenails. She took her time sucking on each toe for a few decadent minutes. "Jess... please..." Samantha panted, "Oh, Jess..." Jessica looked up and smiled innocently. "Yes Samantha, what would you like?" "I need you Jess... now." He hands reached out and she rocked her hips as if in an invitation. Jessica relished the power she held over Samantha at that moment. Even without the video she had Samantha completely at her mercy right now. She reveled in the look of need in her lover's eyes as she resumed her leisurely trail of kisses. Samantha was trembling with desire by the time Jessica made her way back up to her hairless pussy. Samantha's arousal was dripping down over her ass and had soaked the bed under her perfect bottom. Jessica settled onto her elbows as she lifted Samantha's legs, pushing her knees up and apart. Samantha complied and grasped the backs of her knees, opening herself wide. Jessica's hands slid up Samantha's sides and she traced lazy circles around her small, hard pink nipples. "Oh Jess, please!" Samantha cried, "I need to cum!" Without any warning, Jessica pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Samantha's eager pussy. At the same time she grasped Sam's nipples and gave them a firm, rolling pinch. Samantha went insane. A piercing cry split the air as her body bucked violently at the abrupt invasion of her most intimate place. Her strong legs strained against her arms as she struggled to keep herself from closing her thighs. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair whipping her face as she writhed in mindless rapture. Jessica held on tight, keeping her tongue buried inside her lover, savoring the taste and the feel of her. She felt Samantha's pussy contract and try to grab her tongue as the slim girl came in a wild frenzy. Her mouth was filled with a sudden gush of Samantha's, thick, salty sweet wetness as the Japanese girl came again. Jessica eagerly licked up every drop of the nectar she could catch with her tongue. She tried to suck Samantha's pussy clean but the girl's wildly bucking hips made it almost impossible. She satisfied herself with continuing to twist her nipples and stroke her tongue over her clit when she could. After several more climaxes, Samantha finally squeezed her thighs closed and rolled to escape Jessica's eager tongue. Jessica expected her lover to collapse and rest for a few minutes but she was wrong. With an amazonian lust, Samantha sat up and gripped Jessica by the arms. Although she was probably thirty pounds lighter than Jessica, Samantha was deceptively strong for her size from years of daily swimming. She easily flipped Jessica onto her back and climbed over her in a sixty-nine position. Jessica moaned with delight as Samantha dug into her pussy with a savage abandon. She felt Sam's lips wrap around her clit and suck the tender little nub into her mouth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Jessica's fingers dug into Samantha's ass leaving bright pink marks on the pale, flawless skin. Samantha pulled her face from between Jessica's legs and looked back. "If you don't get back to eating my cunt soon, I'm gonna make you go to class naked tomorrow." Jessica didn't need any more motivation. She plunged back into the silky, hairless slit savoring the musky sent that seemed to fill her entire being. Within moments she could feel more than hear Samantha moaning into her pussy as she continued to suckle her clit. Jessica's in Charge Ch. 02 Jessica could feel her own climax approaching at a stunning rate. She knew that release was only moments away. Without thinking she pulled her face up enough to speak and cried out, "Oh Samantha, I'm gonna cum!" "I am too! Cum with me!" Jessica's world dissolved into a dizzying whirlwind of sensations. The feel of Samantha's tongue inside her and the silky smoothness of her skin was electrifying. The weight of Samantha's body pressing down and the salty, sweet taste of sex added to the assault on her senses. Above it all was the sound of their labored breathing and mingling cries of rapture. It all combined to create the most powerful, fulfilling climaxes she had ever experienced. She rode wave after wave of pure bliss as they continued to pleasure each other through it all. Samantha's tongue continued to circle Jessica's clit driving her on and on in a seemingly endless explosion of pure bliss. After several more orgasms Jessica thought if Samantha didn't stop soon she might go mad. The constant stimulation was just too intense for her to endure much longer. It seemed neither of them wanted to be the one to give in and collapse first. It was a contest to see who was really in control. Jessica tenaciously held onto Samantha and continued to eat the petite girl even as another orgasm took her. Her screams of passion were muffled as she continued to suck on her lover's clit. She could feel her mind beginning to close down as the flood of sensations started to finally overwhelm her, her vision was getting blurry and her hands were trembling violently but she refused to give in. Samantha may control her now but she was, at the very least, going to make the Asian girl give in first. Knowing she was near her end and wanting to win this game, she reached down and gave Samantha's nipples a sharp pinch as she bit down gently on her clit. Samantha shrieked at the unexpected, intense stimulation. Her face lifted from between Jessica's thighs as her back arched involuntarily with a stunning explosion of passion. She sat back heavily on Jessica's face grinding her pussy against her mouth as she bucked in pure delight. Her hands covered Jessica's and helped her fondle her own small firm breasts and pinch her hard nipples. Jessica could hardly breathe and was close to loosing the battle when with a final dwindling cry; Samantha sagged forward and collapsed heavily onto the bed. Gasping in the cool air, Jessica sat for a minute letting her racing hart slow while enjoying the afterglow of her climaxes. When she felt able to move again, she sat up and looked Samantha over. She was covered with sweat, sprawled face down on the bed and looking like she would be out for quite a while. Jessica crawled up next to her and with a little wriggling, managed to get comfortable beside her in the small bed. After a time, Samantha stirred and opened her eyes. A tired smile spread on her face and she snuggled up tight to Jessica, resting her head on her shoulder. "I love you Jess." "Love you too." After a few minutes more Samantha said, "You know you're going to pay for making me pass out first, don't you?" Jessica smiled. "I figured." "Just wait till tomorrow." Samantha said as she drifted off. "I can't wait."