7 comments/ 123126 views/ 16 favorites The Amber Pendant By: smallncute Lauren was, is my only real friend from school. For several years we were almost inseparable, as we went through school, and into the sixth form. Often we were referred to as sisters. But we chose different career paths; she went into the military, only to be medically discharged later, after a tragic training accident. I went to university, got a good degree and a good position in sales, working in London. As we parted, our friend ship, though still strong did drift, as our lives became separated; by distance, circumstances, lifestyle. We kept in touch initially through the use of phones and the old postal system, but slowly as technology improved, email and text... During my time in London, I became all loved up, with Adrian, but when I was 30, he died tragically in a road accident, leaving me some what distort... However during my time with Adrian, I had acted upon my bi-sexual inclinations, and had become bi-sexual. Not actively in some respects, I did not have the time or inclination to seek loads of one night stands, but with two girls, or rather one girl, one woman, we became not lovers, but friends who shared their affections, fondness more intimately than most. Several times, as I was making love, sleeping with Jane, or Christina; Lauren would appear in my thoughts; dare I say it; wondered how she was, how I'd like to hold her close as I did, still do with Jane, or Christina. ************* When I was at university, I went to see a live hypnosis show, having many years before watched a hypnosis show on Michael Parsons, a chat show I think... The show was very entertaining, and had volunteers who were hypnotised on stage. The entertainer, hypnotist said about a third of the volunteers would not be able to be hypnotised, and he was right. But the show was rather entertaining... I found myself reading books in a book shop, but upon graduation had never given it any thought until his tragic death. ************* As I recovered from his loss, I started to become more pro-active, endeavouring to look forward, to the future, and not dwell on what could have been. Sorting though books, I came across an old book on hypnotism, and re read it. This got me thinking, and soon I was using Google looking for books, and other sources of information. There was a local course being offered, offering no formal qualification but it was ran by a guy who had the ability; the skill, and the students mostly more mature signed up, listening to him, and attempting to practice on each other. Over a period of months, it became apparent that some people were easier to hypnotise than others, and some just seemed to be impossible to place in to a trance, a state of hypnosis. As well, the style of hypnotism made a difference, some of my colleagues could not place others in a trance, whilst others could, and vice versa. With time, and practice, I became reasonably proficient, able to hypnotise those on the course, to do simple tasks. We even persuaded one person to give up smoking. But outside the group on the course, I had not had the opportunity, the confidence to practise on anyone else. Adrian's sister, did a course or two in making jewellery, even did a City & Guild course. One Christmas, she made me something unique, a small pendant, with a fine chain. The pendant was a piece of Amber, one of my favourite colours, encircled in a ring. Whilst not essential, hypnotism can be more successful if the 'patient' has some thing to focus, films often suggest a chain watch, and I developed my own style of hypnosis based on the pendant.... ************* In addition to attending night school, I also thought about my life, long and hard. I had realised that I had neglected some of my older friends, never making the time to see them, just to email them, text... As such, I started to contact some old friends more regularly, and slowly the old friendships started to blossom, open out again, and slowly I would occasionally visit them, or they would come to me... ************* I had met Lauren at Euston Station, and helping her with her hand luggage, we headed to the tube, and home. As I was waiting, I was reading a book on hypnotism, one borrowed from someone from the night school course. She immediately made some comments before we hugged, kissed each others cheeks, and spent the next few hours talking, catching up on old times.... Lauren had changed from the person I took to the station for her recruit training. When I looked at her walking along the platform, I did not recognise her, initially. Her hair was a dark dirty blonde, with darker brown patches, and well her legs were clad in leather boots, and a skirt, and a light cream V neck top. The top was clingy, emphasising her breasts, and as she got close, I could make out the lace of her bra under the top; my mind briefly went back to those thoughts. That vision surprised me, as at school, she was some what shy, cautious, and always apprehensive regarding the size of her breasts, and the lecherous looks boys, and men would make. As we sat and chatted with coffee, and then wine, I had to make every effort not to gawp, to stare, to be a lecherous male. As I thought of her from the past, she was one always for her bras. Even though she was, still is a fuller cup, and her bras fitted well; her breasts were always firm, full, seemed to defy gravity, and as such she did not need to wear a bra. But she would always wear a bra, or bikini top, even though she did not have to, I was not sure why I realised that, why I had remembered that fact... ************* As the afternoon faded into the evening, and our stomachs full, I returned from the kitchen to see Lauren flicking through one of my hypnosis books. In a cynical tone she asked if I believed in it, I simply nodded. Her response was rather cynical negative as I told her the story, of my interest and the evening class that I attend once a week... She was taken aback with that, asking the inevitable question have you hypnotised anyone... Of course nodding, but only my colleagues form the class... "Interested?" reaching for my pendant, the one that had barely left my neck during those months after his accident. "Yes" was her reply soft mumbled, the nodding of Lauren's head confirming her whisper. "Lean back Lauren, relax, forget the world, just focus onto my voice, my pendant, ignore all other thoughts, noises..." speaking in a soft tone, almost a whisper light but audible. I continued talking softly, as I tried to get her into a trance, an hypnotic state, unsure if she was teasing me, or was really entering that trance like mind; that hypnotic state.. I watched her closely, her breathing softened, slowed down, her eyes seem to lose track, apart from watching the pendant softly swing side to side... "Please Lauren; lift your right hand up three inches." I reached down, I could feel my heart pound, my breathing rapid, as I took the flesh from her forearm, and pinched her skin. She remained steadfast, her eyes still watching the pendant. "Oh My" I thought as I realised it; it had happened, despite her skepticism, I had put her into a trance, a hypnotic trance... I looked down at her, my mind working overtime wondering what I should do, what would be fun, each time my eyes wondered, they would return. To the V of her plunging neckline, her top, Laurens cleavage, and the curves visible..... "Lauren, during the rest of the evening, you will start to develop an uncomfortable scratch, itch around your breasts, and your back. Slowly the itch will develop, becoming more and more uncomfortable, irritable, annoying..." "The itch will become more irritable, more annoying, so much that you will remove your bra to remove the cause of the itch...The itch, the scratch that will become unbearable, unbearable, unbearable..." "You will then enjoy the freedom of being bra-less, your breasts caressing against the silk of your top, your nipples becoming aroused, in part by the constant caress from the silk..." I checked Lauren's eyes, still focused on the pendant, her voice soft quiet; without emotion. "Again Lauren, tomorrow morning, you will dress as s normal, but soon start to develop the same itch as tonight... " "Yes Miranda, an itch. Discomfort." "I will shortly click my fingers, you will not remember this conversation, but you will remember the content, the thoughts... The thoughts... The thoughts...." 'SNAP' as I clicked my fingers next to her ear, watching... She just jumped slightly, shook her head...... "Sorry I just seemed to have fallen a sleep -- daydreaming I guess." "It is okay Lauren, your fine... more coffee, or more wine?" "Wine please." I refilled her glass, followed by mine, trying to hide the shakes, my nerves. My heart was still pounding, I am sure Lauren could have heard it if I had turned the CD player off. I could feel my own nipples become aroused, pushing against the soft silk of my bra, sending tingles along my nerves. The conversation continued, about what, I am not certain, possibly hypnotism, I cannot recall, I was too anxious, scared of what my happen... But Lauren did start to scratch her breasts, her back as we spoke; fidgeting, sipped our wine, continued to chat, reminisce. I remember every minute or so, she would scratch, rub, with a finger or two, and curse, maybe it was working. I'm not sure how long, it took, but suddenly she swore, cursed; a loud sigh of desperation as she reached under her top, and unclasped her bra. With obviously practised movements, she pulled her straps of her arms under her top, and pulled it from her arm of her top, resting the bra on her lap, sighing, smiling. "That's better" she smiled, as I watched at her in disbelief, her bra on her lap, the curve of her breasts visible, tight under her top. I gasped softly, partly through shock, that it seemed to have worked, that I was able to set the thoughts that made her itch, scratch, and blame her bra. But what made me gasp more was the obvious skill in which she removed her bra, freeing those curves, tight against her silk top, even today that memory is vivid. We sat and talked for another hour or so, until the bottle of wine was finished. Lauren was tired from her travelling, and so we called it a night relatively early, leading her to the spare room, before entering my room, closing the door behind me. My mind was in turmoil as different emotions ran through my mind, my body; I was aroused, intoxicated with Lauren, her looks, my affection desire, even my love for her? I remember closing my bedroom door, facing the mirror, for the first time since his death feeling sexually awake. I looked at myself, my hair in a pony, my neckline clear, soft smooth, and the dim light glowing of the amber stone of my pendant. My fingers moved to cup my breasts massaging, caressing, feeling the fullness; my ahead arched back sighing slightly. Suddenly feeling those sensations, lightly gasping as my nerves in my flesh, nipples responded. My hands stayed there, cupping my breasts, feeling my own fingers caress, my flesh, teasing through my top, my bra... My eyes were focused on the mirror, as if they were the eyes, Lauren's eyes. Softly I smiled, my arms folded, as I reached for the hem of my top, lifting it up, over my head, discarding it casually on the floor. My hands retuned, my eyes closed, imagining Lauren sitting in front of me, as if I was reaching for her. The skirt was soon unfastened... on the floor as I stepped out. My bra was unclasped, and leant towards the mirror, easing my bra away, exposing my self to her, to Lauren. Finally, I turned round, stepping back, pushing my bum cheeks into the mirror, clasping my own buttocks wishing they were her hands, as My thong was lowered, stepping out, I laid back on the bed, reached for the top drawer, opening it, my hand fumbled around, till I found what I was looking for. Unsure if the batteries would still work, it was switched to on, to the sound of a slight buzz, phew... Head laid back, fingers softly exploring my labia; Feeling my folds, as my body slowly responded, teasing my entrance, feeling the wetness build up, with each soft, gentle caress. I vaguely remember switching the ears on, bringing them to my right breast; I am sure I sighed deeply, suddenly feeling my nipples tingle, my sexuality finally awakening. How long I teased myself, I do not know, but finally I had to be taken, plunging the shaft inside me, my legs open, bent, a pillow under my bum. It plunged deep into me, my nerves alive, the ears on my clit, feeling my body tense, back arched, as I came swiftly violently, biting my lip drawing blood to stifle my cries of passion; biting on the duvet, to quell the noise... ************* I awoke, when I am not sure, but I remember waking, the duvet kicked partly off me, I was lying there, thinking, wondering. Could I hypnotise her again? How deep can I go, in terms of making suggestions, major personality changes? Could I do it? Should I do it; as my mind remembers the disclaimer we sign, about not using; abusing the power of hypnotism for personal gain, to take advantage of some one? But If I was to, if I were to... Oh god... ************* "Good Morning sleepyhead" as Lauren entered my room, bright, breezy, cheery, the sun streaming from around the curtains and Lauren's loud, cheery voice. She later confessed that day since her time in the military she had become a morning person. Not that I mind, I enjoy the mornings myself being more of a morning person; but I guess I had not slept well that night. I have no idea how ludicrous I looked, but as she placed my tea down, she obviously saw my clothes strewn across the room, Mr Rabbit on the floor, and my partly exposed form, emerging from the duvet. But she broke into a blush, a nervous, embarrassed giggle as she saw what she saw, and her look in the direction of the toy longer than I would have thought, However, it was that blush, that lead me to see if I could hypnotise her again that morning. "Do you have any toys Lauren?" smiling aware of her slight embarrassment, her old shyness returning. "No" she mumbled. ************* Shortly after wards, she left, leaving me alone in my room, the room looking as if I had had sex the night before, my clothes strewn, the toy, and my duvet. As I stood up, and surveyed, the room spoke of sex. I smiled, as I did have sex I guess, with Lauren, with Mr Rabbit. Some 30 minutes later, showered and dressed, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast as Lauren ventured in. Again she was booted and skirted, with a bright pillar box red top, plunging neckline. But something didn't quite look right, it was a few seconds before I realised. "No bra again, Lauren?" smiling softly, wondering how long my little seed that I planted will last. "No, it was well rather scratchy, itchy, I don't understand it" as she sighed, "It felt suddenly as if it was one of those cheap lace bras you buy from a market store, just so uncomfortable." "Would you like more tea Lauren, or would you prefer a coffee before we head into town Lauren?" "Coffee please" We sat down, as the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, trying to avert my gaze from her breasts, the nipples protruding clearly. "So unlike you not to wear a bra Lauren; or is this the new you?" "Well, it is. But that bra up to now has been so comfortable, but... I just don't understand it." "So you still think hypnotism is a waste of time Lauren?" She pondered, ate her cereal, thinking carefully..... "Are you suggesting this sudden change of bra is well your fault? That you did hypnotise me last night." "Maybe;" smiling "a good hypnotist just leaves the thoughts, not the evidence..." She again paused briefly, before answering... "No Miranda, I don't think this is you, nor was it you and your attempt to hypnotise me last night. I mean how can some one in a few minutes change my outlook on my entire life? But; " Another pause followed, "but it was a comfortable bra and suddenly I find it irritable. But well I am also finding the feel of my breasts, nipples against the fabric strangely erotic." "But", as she pulled down her top; "I may have to find some camisoles or similar, this top reveals to much doesn't it?" Suddenly I looked away slightly, embarrassed as her eyes found my gaze, locked on her right nipple through her top. "Maybe it does Lauren, may be you will still have to wear bras with some outfits." "Yes, maybe, but well I'd like to buy some camisoles if you can recommend any where. Your looks pretty, the lace obscuring your cleavage Miranda." "Of course" blushing slightly feeling her gaze upon me albeit briefly. Reaching for my pendant, as I caught her gaze again, thinking now or never. "So you don't think it's my attempt at hypnosis that is causing your sudden dislike to your bra, the sudden itch, scratch?" She smiled, shaking her head... "Look at the pendant Lauren, look at the pendant, listen to my voice, and forget everything else, ignore all..." "Look into the pendant, see the amber stone swinging, the pretty stone, the different oranges glistening in the light, the pretty oranges Lauren, the pretty oranges in the stone. The deep orange colours Lauren watch the stone, focus on the stone, and listen to my voice." Slowly her eyes watched the pendant swinging softly, her eyes focused, tight pinpointed pupils, her breathing almost irregular, her body showing the tell tale signs of entering the hypnotic state. "Raise your right arm 3 inches please Lauren." She responded slowly, but her fingers stopped almost to the millimetre. Softly, I reached for her hand, and pinched her flesh, looking for any movement, None. My breathing again was fast erratic from the nerves, realising this was wrong, but what I so wanted, it seemed. My hand moved, to her ear lobe, and again pinched it hard, wondering if she was in a true hypnotic state, she neither flinched nor gasped. "Lauren, during the day, you will start to feel for me. You will slowly develop the urge to be more tactile towards me, wanting to hold me, hug me more often. Each time you do, you will kiss my cheeks, feeling the desire to kiss my lips." "Keep watching the pendant Lauren, listen to my voice, ignore everything else, and listen to my voice..." "You wont understand these feelings initially Lauren, you will not understand where these thoughts are coming from. However you will start to accept the truth that you are fond of me, that you love me as a friend, and that you want to express your friendship more intimately then before." "Look into the pendant, see the amber stone swinging, the pretty stone, the different oranges as they glisten in the light, the pretty oranges Lauren, and listen to my voice." "Yes Lauren, you will find these feelings, thoughts, desires strange to begin with, but as we laugh, giggle, flirt with each other, you realise it is a natural progression, for two long standing friends, to express their love, their affection there desires, at a more physical, intimate level." "As the day progresses, Lauren, these feelings will become stronger. But your caution will remain. Despite your thoughts, you will be discrete, partly in case of rejection, but also of a fear, a fear of possible social labelling, social reaction. This will cause you to be discrete, subtle, but will endeavour to make your feelings known to Miranda." "I will shortly bring you back to reality Lauren with the click of my fingers. You will forget this conversation, but you will not forget the seeds that have been planted, and your affection for your old school friend, Miranda Ward." "Watch the Pendant Lauren, watch the pendant swing...." "SNAP" She opened her eyes, more slowly this time, and blinked several times, before smiling, reaching for her coffee, took a sip. The Amber Pendant "Well I'm ready to go and hit the West end Miranda." ************* The day passed rather quickly, as we walked to the tube station, and got onto the train, being early we found seats easily, as we chatted. We had to change twice before we ended up on a side street, where I know of a lingerie shop, specialising in silk and silk lace garments. I had bought several sets from there before, and for the quality, reasonably priced. Lauren soon found several camisoles that she liked, and tried them on, before we left, Lauren wearing a lovely black camisole, with red lace over the top, under her top, looking, and feeling slightly better, some what less self conscious though I had been enjoying her discomfort, and the curves on view. She tried on some of the matching items, such as the thongs, bras and the like. Whilst she liked them, she couldn't afford them, and a little plan was hatched. Knowing a good coffee place, I suggested we went there, and bought us a drink each, for elevenses, grinning as I gave her my apologies, and headed back to the store. Before long, I was back in the coffee house; I must have smiled like a Cheshire cat. "What are you up to 'randa? Where have you been? I couldn't contain my self, as I simply offered her the bag, the lingerie bag, and the gift box inside. "Oh my god... You shouldn't of..." Slowly she opened the box, and discreetly looked inside, seeing the matching items for the camisoles she had bought, reaching over the table, giving me a big hug. I don't think hardly a word was spoken during the rest of our time there, she was too overwhelmed, embarrassed even. As we left, and started to walk back to Oxford Street, she pulled me close, and gave me a hug, a real tight hug, and kissed me on the cheeks, softly, as she whispered "thank you." I was amazed as this was her first real display of affection publicly that I could recall. During the rest of the morning, we continued shopping, visiting monsoon, Kew and other shops, trying on clothing, daring each other to try on more sexually provocative outfit, but I did meet various hurdles, though whilst she hid behind her shyness, for the most part, she was flirty, smiling. Once or twice, I felt being looked at, and as I faced her, she would look away, with a slight blush on her cheeks. But apart from that, the day remained pretty uneventful, despite a visit to my local health club, where we had a swim, and relax in the Jacuzzi, before a glass of wine on the way home. ************* We finally went to bed, relatively early, the day had been long, out shopping, the session at the gym, in the Jacuzzi, the flirting, the kissing but alas it would appear that this time the hypnosis did not work, on Lauren. Thinking it failed, I undressed quickly, buried my head in my pillows, a tear down my cheek, turning over trying to sleep. I heard a knock, soft on the bedroom, door and then another, before the door opened slightly. "Miranda?" "Yes?" reaching over switching the bedside light on. "Its Lauren, are you still awake..?" "Yes." "Can I join you?" At that point, I felt so tired, to tired to care, emotionally drained after waiting for something to happen, for to be let down, releasing that my attempt of hypnotism hadn't worked, as I laid there feeling down, dejected, a tear slowly running down my cheek onto the pillow. Slowly Lauren opened, the door, watching, wondering what was happening. I sat up, leant against the pillows, having pulled the duvet over myself, up to my neck. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you." "I was awake; I was feeling slightly restless, unable to sleep." I watched Lauren, as she stood in the room, I am sure I was able to see her cheeks flush, change to a reddish colour. She wore a simple long T-shirt, almost reaching her knees. "What's the matter Lauren? You look confused, embarrassed." "I, I don't know; I would like to, can I get in to bed with, with you?" Unsure what was going on, wondering if maybe my hypnotism had worked, I nodded...? "I guess so," As I lifted up my duvet inviting her into my bed. I watched in awe as Lauren's arms folded, crossed as she reached for the hem of her nightshirt, lifting it up over her head, revealing nothing beneath as she discarded her top, and climbed into my bed, turning to face me. I tried in vain not to stare at her breasts as they moved with her strides. I am sure I gasped, as she just undressed for me, exposing her nude form, my heart suddenly started to pound inside my rib cage, "Miranda, I don't know why... I just feel like I have to be here with you... I hope this is ok?" her voice was soft, uncertain. "Yes, sure... I guess...." as I gulped, swallowed the air. I felt her eyes, stare penetrating into my gaze, her cheeks red, blushing my eyes returned the gaze, my mind wondering what was going to happen. Even though I had planted the seed, I was not sure how, if it would occur. "Miranda I don't think you understand." I felt my hand reached for her hand holding it to reassure I guess. "Understand what Lauren?" "I'm not sure I do for that point but, my feelings for you; they are so much more than what they were." "In what sense Lauren?" stroking, comforting her hand as she spoke. "I. " I interrupted, "we were close at school, but we... I allowed us to drift apart, for which I regret Lauren." Lauren shook her head. "Things were complicated we were both to blame Miranda." Her hand grasped mine as if to reassure me. "I love you Miranda!" Lauren paused, deeply, before she continued; "but just hugging you today did not feel enough, some how I felt I wanted more, I don't know why, I've never felt like this before with any of my friends, my female friends at least." "I love you to my dear sweet friend." I felt her soft fingers reaching up as she gently caressed my face. "You're still my best friend... still been around for me." I placed my hand on hers, sandwiching her between my cheek, and my hand, fingers. Our eyes met, as Lauren moved her body in closer to mine; her face moved closer still, her eyes locked with mine. I returned the gaze, the soft stare, willing her to move; not wanting to be seen as the perpetrator, but wanting her to move at her own accord, her own speed. Finally I felt her bringing her lips to mine, softly grazing, brushing against me. With her hand still sandwiched, I sighed, returned the kiss as I brushed my lips against Laurens, allowing the kiss to develop softly slowly. Lauren pulled her hand from my cheek, felt them on my shoulders, as she pressed her lips harder onto mine, feeling the passion; feeling her tongue part my lips, her tongue moving to explore, as we kissed, deeply; feeling her nails softly scrapped down my back. Finally Lauren broke the kiss, hearing her gasp, her short breaths, and "Miranda. Is this ok with you?" I gasped, softly, speechless, as I felt her rapid breaths, my eyes meeting hers, simply nodding. "Lauren?" whispered quietly Lauren's eyes were locked on me "yes?" "Have you," as I bite my lip; "have you been with a girl before? Is that what you want, for us to become," still biting my lip, "intimate?" Lauren shook her head, "no I haven't... But I want this, some how it feels right, feels right natural with you Miranda." "Have you Miranda?" "Sit in my lap Lauren please." Lauren moved, sat in my lap, her legs straddling mine as I looked into her, my fingers resting on her waist, her curvaceous breasts so close, felt her fingers caress my face as our eyes met, spoke. "I am I guess bisexual Lauren...." Lauren nodded, before she spoke, "is this what you want then Miranda, for us to be as how you said it intimate." I sighed, wanting to tell the whole truth but decided not to; "guess I have never really thought about it; about you, me, us." As I hoped that Lauren would not interrogate me to much. "But Lauren you are a lovely person... a wonderful friend, and attractive with it. May I ask how long you have felt like this?" Lauren replied, her cheeks still flushed, "I don't know, I guess just being with you over this weekend." I listened, watched, as my hands moved to cup her breasts, the soft cool feel of her silky flesh, softly caressed her breasts. Lauren continued, "I've never thought about women before, in a sexual manner, sexually but now, how I feel about you right now, it's so overwhelming. I can't explain it, this sudden feeling, but it feels so right, so natural Miranda. I love you, and I want to express my fondness, my love, physically, sexually." She moaned, as I caressed her as I heard her last statement, realising I had been successful. "Some times Lauren, action can speak so much more than talking." Lauren nodded, her hands moved on top of mine pushing them into her breasts, heard her sigh, gasp, pushed her self into my hands. My hands responded, softly caressing feeling the large full breasts respond to my touch, my caress. "I don't know how, or why Miranda but this feels, just feels so right, natural." She leant into me, pressing her breasts into mine as she reached into kiss me. It was soft delicate to begin with, but I felt the passion, the tempo rise, as my hands moved, caressing her back, pulling her into me, as our tongues kissed, feverishly danced the tango, felt her hand cup my breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger, letting out a sigh. "Oh my god" was all I could stutter, my breadths were short, rapid; I could feel my cheeks burn. We stopped, as we both took hold of the situation, assessed what was happening to us, between us. Our hands continued to explore, caress, sensing how heavy, labouring Laurens breathing had become. "Are you sure you have not thought about this Lauren? I mean you seem so natural, dare I say assertive, forceful." Lauren shook her head "no." "Well I'm just shocked I guess, seeing you in a new light ....." "I don't know what to say Miranda I'm shocked to, at how much I want you Miranda. In all our years as friends never would I have imagined. I didn't even know you were bisexual. Why didn't you tell me? How could you keep that from me?" We ended up talking for several minutes, but our hands were constantly moving, caressing, touching. "Guess I have been bi of sorts for 4 years or so, with three other girls. You are my fourth Lauren." "4 years?" Lauren queried a shocked tone in her voice. "To be honest Lauren, we have hardly spoken till recently, I just never thought to tell you. I know many are well homophobic, and well I felt I guess not to broadcast this side of me." "I am sorry you felt you couldn't tell me." Lauren looked away, briefly looked around the room but her cheeks distinctively flushed. Lauren, I didn't want you to be offended and to lose your friendship. I'm Sorry Lauren." "I was in the army Miranda; you can't possibly have thought I was homophobic." "You know I have relatives in the services, it seems that the biggest bastion of homophobic-ity seems to be the military." I giggled as I continued, "Unless your gals got up to mischief in your rooms." Lauren shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it doesn't matter." We held each other tightly, my hands stroked, caressed her hair as she rested her head onto my shoulder. I felt Lauren, start to kiss my neck, nuzzle, and felt her tongue lips on my flesh, instinctively leaning away, as I exposed myself open to Lauren. "I've not been with anyone since the accident Lauren." I felt her hold me tight, still kissing my neck, kissing your neck... "I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you; I should have been." "No need to apologise Lauren you was working, training as a nurse." I must have let out a loud sigh as I felt her kissing up behind my ear. I cupped her cheek, turned her face, my lips returned to hers as I softly kissed her. She whispered, softly, whispered into my ear "I want you so much Miranda. All day, these feelings got stronger, as we wondered round the shops, especially the camisole store, the silk is so soft." As she spoke, Lauren, kissed my shoulder, bite softly, as I felt her fingers caress my nipple, letting out another sigh; gasped. I leant back into the pillows, my duvet falling away exposing my breasts. Lauren shuffled back wards, exposing myself to her, as her fingers cupped my breasts. She leant in, starting to kiss softly, licked my flesh, as I leant back into the pillows sighing deeply. I felt her hands continue to explore, her hand wondered over my stomach. I remember thrusting my breast, my nipple into her mouth, grabbing Lauren by her hair. "Oohhhh gawd oh fuck" Her fingers continued to caress, to touch, to tickle, feeling my body tense, I reached back, grabbed the iron of the head board tightly, as Lauren continued her soft onslaught. Her hands reached my thighs, scratching softly my flesh with her finger nails, biting my lip, as I thought to resist her tickles, to control my reaction, my temper, realising how aroused I was. I wanted Lauren to move at her own speed, to feel she could do what she wanted, or preferred not to, I did not want to pressure her I any way. I continued to watch Lauren, her confidence gained by the second, as her fingers glided over my skin, lower and lower till I felt her fingers over my trimmed mound. My gasp was swamped by her lips, as she kissed me, soft teasing kisses, feeling her fingers explore my folds, my arousal so evident. She broke the kiss, gasped softly for air, before she started to kiss, following my jaw line, moving down my neck, till she reached the underside of my breast, her fingers continuing to caress, stroke my labia, as my sighs of desire filled the room. I shivered, as I felt her finger run along my slit, the entrance to my self, as her lips returned to mine, kissed me hard, passionately as her finger slid past, into myself, my wetness, finger curved. I kissed her deep, hard, as my muscles tried to clamp on her invading fingers, the soft squelching sound indicating to us both of how aroused, I was, that evening. I yelped suddenly, as Lauren twisted, tried to insert another finger, or more. "Softly Softly, lover, please..." Her fingers returned to caressing my labia, grazing over my folds, my clitoris, engorged, sensitive, her lips, tongue now swirling over my belly button, before moving onwards, downwards. I can't remember what I was saying, but I remember talking to her, giving her words of encouragement, sighing, making those compliments we like to hear. As her lips closed in, I instinctively opened my legs, bending my knees, feet flat on the mattress, opening myself fully to Lauren. Suddenly Lauren stopped, wondered what was wrong, and opened my eyes, to see her looking up, softly smiling. Slowly she leant forward; hesitantly she kissed my mound, softly, leaving a trial of kisses as she found my clit, softly kissing, her tongue swirling over my clit. A loud moan escaped from my lips. Her tongue flicked out, as she licked me, tasted me, driving me insane her tongue continuing to tentatively lick, explore my sex. I felt my body shudder, heard a moan past my lips, as Lauren slowly explored, licking with her tongue, long slow licks, the type that drive me wild, totally wild. "Oh God," shudders gasping, letting out a long soft mown, "oh my god Lauren. I've wanted this for so long....." I felt her lips on my clit, as she sucked; her tongue flicking against it. As if she was driven on by my moans. With her fingers inside, parting my lips, I felt her tongue explore, tracing a route over my flesh, my wet entrance and back to my clit, only for her to start again. I sighed, shivered "oh my gaud, oh my lovely Lauren, my lover, oh god." As I felt my body alive, every nerve alert, aroused.... I felt her finger pushing gently into me, as her teeth gently moved around my clit, as her curled finger explored, caressed my magical spot, deep inside, her teeth softly gnawed at my clitoris, sending a strange vibration over my clit. I started to gasp, my body frantically moving, my breasts moving with each irregular breath, my body, my pelvis moving in rhythm, in unison with Lauren's fingers, assisting in her finger reaching my magical spot. "Oh god Lauren, Oh god, oh fuck" as I paused for air, "I'm going to cum lover, oh god." I felt her softly insert another finger me, stretching me, pushing into me, her finger thrusts, and my pelvis thrusts in unison. "Oh god, Oh fuck Lauren, yes... yes... YES... YES" as my body started to tense, stiffen, my hands gripped the headboard tightly, head thrown back into my pillows as I came loudly, gasping, my body shaking, convulsing. My eyes were wide open, as was my mouth as I gasped for air. As my body relaxed, calmed down, I felt her head, her cheek on my stomach, her fingers inert inside me. I pulled her up, hugged her softly lovingly as I relaxed in the afterglow, caressing her hair as her head resting on my breast, my nipple still sore; her arms wrapped around me. "Lauren," I paused, wondering how best to say what I wanted to say, "Since I was bi... I was sort of wanting this to happen... wishing this would happen Lauren; for us to become intimate." "But... But... you said you had never thought about it. When I asked you..." her eyes were looked at me, enquiringly as if she was testing me, seeing if I was telling the truth. "I hadn't. Lauren until..." I sighed softly. As I held her close; whispered into her ear. "Aroused lover?" "Very." I smiled; as I leant down kissed her forehead, her lips, my hand reaching for the top draw, opening it, as it searches for the double ended dildo, aware of her gaze as I lifted it up to expose it, to let her see; my face asking the question as she looked at it, questioningly. Her look back was one of uncertainty, as she looked on nervously, gathered her thoughts, as she blushed. "Miranda, I've never seen one yet alone..." she stopped in mid sentenced, paused, sighed "used toys before, and I don't think I've ever been with anyone that big." I smiled, softly, as I pushed her off me, onto her back making her yelp. As she watched me intently, I took the toy, and slowly ran the tip of the dildo along my entrance, coating in my own arousal, her eyes transfixed, even hypnotised by the sight. I gasped, as I slowly start to push the toy inside me, controlling my breathing, as I exhaled, I pushed it in deeper, gasping, as it filled me, claimed me. Her eyes were deeply focused on my entrance as the toy claimed me, till it could not move any more... She looked sheepishly at me, a giggle on her lips, I guess one can look comical with a dildo protruding, reaching for the ceiling. I held out my hands, gesturing for her to come, her face still in shock. "Just at how big it is?" she asked still blushing. "Its 12 inches or so all told... of which I have about 6..." "Would you like to mount it Lauren, fuck the toy, want to fuck me.....? Smiling softly.... Lauren just nodded; a smile crept upon her lips, a light giggle. "Mount me... mount it." Slowly Lauren sat up, straddled me as she squatted, hovering above the toy, her right hand grasped the dildo firmly as she lowered herself down, her eyes almost bursting out, as it claimed her. She emitted a loud deep moan. I reached for her hands, and she took them firmly, as I pulled her forward, as she slowly sank till she was filled with the toy. I pulled her forward, allowing our clits to almost touch as we soon started to rock on the toy, out hips, pelvises moving as one filling the toy claim us, bond us together. Lauren started to gyrate her hips, I could feel the toy inside move as she gyrated, filling me with pleasure. I watched Lauren in awe, as her head was thrown back, eyes closed, gasping, her hands tightening their grip on mine. Her breasts bounced, swayed with each thrust gyrating, making me squirm even further. The Amber Pendant I fought my own orgasm, wanting to enjoy the sensation, wanting us to cum together, but I had to fight hard, I remember the pearls of perspiration run down my cheek from my brow. But Lauren, was close, as she picked up the tempo, started to cry out, swear, before she arched back, "Oh god Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck Miranda, Oh god yes yes YES..." She shuddered violently into her orgasm, shaking, her finger nails dug deep into the flesh of my hands, her orgasm made me lose control, as my body, too shuddered in the delights of a deep earth shattering orgasm, pulling her in close, holding her, kissed her as our bodies relaxed from the onslaught, relaxing in the afterglow. As she came, Lauren collapsed on top of me, and I just held her close, caressing her, kissing her hair, her cheek, as an eerie silence descended on the room, our bodies joined at the hips by the dildo. Finally, she lifted her head, and looked at me... "Miranda, I need to know, I need to ask you a question?" "Of course Lauren, my lover." "Did you make this happen, did you... engineer this, through hypnotism?" "I thought you said you didn't believe in hypnotism Lauren."