DELIVERY
by Madam Kistulot
Inspirations: A fair helping from Tabico’s Hot Oil. Again, some Tether is definitely along for the ride.
19.
Hannah smiled as she arrived home. It was still early (her phone’s lock screen read 9:15 AM at a casual glance) but Renee was an early riser. She was already long gone in her first class, and not due back to their apartment until at least lunch. After spending so much time at Courtney’s, there was something nice and simple about being home in the space she shared with her roommate.
Their apartment was small as far as a two bedroom went, but it had two complete baths, was close to campus, and affordable. This outweighed that their living room was hardly a place to throw a large social bash. For their needs as responsible college students it was more than sufficient.
A distant buzzing in Hannah’s ear smoothed her expression, and had her make a bee line right for Renee’s bathroom as soon as she made sure the door was locked. Interruptions were unacceptable.
With a shrug of her shoulders Hannah slid the bright pink-and-white backpack from her back to her roommate’s toilet seat. Her expression remained neutral as she replaced the shampoo and conditioner hanging in the shower with one baring an identical likeness from her pack. She repeated the same act with the bar of soap. She compared her roommate’s tube of toothpaste with the one from her pack, and after squeezing enough down the drain, replaced that as well.
She stored the originals in her pack, and continued her invasion to Renee’s room. Pleasure cascaded across her body, causing toes to curl in her sneakers and her breath to catch in a quiet gasp. It did not slow her down, only drove her forward as she rested the pack at the side of Renee’s bed.
i am betraying my best friend. i am betraying my roommate. i am helping Mistress make her a slave.
Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned. The thought was not a Hannah thought, but there was no realization. Mistress’s hunter was at work, laying traps for their prey.
There was no room for anything else.
Hannah removed a small device no larger than a cellphone and placed it carefully in the space between Renee’s mattress and her wall. With a firm nod, she moved next into the kitchen, and began to put away innocuous items and replace them with perfect doppelgangers.
Mistress will be so happy. Renee will make such an excellent slave. It makes me feel good to give Her my own friend. It... ooooh. Hannah steadied herself on the kitchen counter, gasping for breath as another orgasm rewarded the slave hannah behind Hannah’s wheel.
She yawned, but shook it off as he removed an energy drink from the fridge and began to drink. There would be time for rest after Mistress’s trap was set and Hannah attended her classes. Not before.
Mistress’s plans allowed no deviation that did not serve Her.
With her espionage completed, Hannah bagged up the originals in a black plastic trash bag, and wrapped it in black duct tape from her pack. She walked out to the dumpster to toss the trash bag away, careful to pull several other bags on top of it.
Hiding the evidence... The city will take it away, toss it into a landfill, and if anyone opens it to find half used shampoo and some milk they’d have no idea who put it there. No one will have any clue. Because of me. Hannah grasped the dumpster, replying on its feeling of heavy metal solidity to ride through the waves of pleasure that deluged her.
She returned to her apartment, and placed the pink and white bag into her closet. For just a moment she imagined it as placing a piece of herself there, and then slid the door shut, locking herself away until Mistress found its presence needful.
Hannah blinked. What was I doing? Courtney made me come home, something about not being late for... Her eyes widened and she smacked her forehead with a low groan. Class. Right. Fuck. Without a second thought she grabbed up her own red and black backpack and headed out so quickly she almost forgot to lock the door behind her. That would be so embarrassing, turning into a security risk like that.
Renee would never forgive me.
20.
“Pop quiz. I can’t believe you were right. Professor Castle never gives quizzes, but you were right.” Renee frowned as she fumbled in her pocket for her keys. “You have to be some kind of precognitive. Maybe you have some sort of arachnid sense. Fight crime. Protect city.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “I am not some sort of spider babe. I just pay closer attention than you do. There’s nothing special about that.”
“Sick burn, Hannah. Sick. Burn.” Finally finding the right key, Renee lead the way into their home with a dramatic sigh. She collapsed back onto the couch, rubbing at her forehead as though she could soothe away the day’s troubles. “Ugh. Well you won that one fair and square. But.”
“But? You want anything to drink? I grabbed some soda on my way home this weekend. Diet.” Hannah set her bag down beside the coffee table, and found herself pondering what you called a coffee table that would never feel the weight of a cup filled with coffee.
Renee shook her head, stretching her arms up over her head in a way that Hannah couldn’t help but notice arched her body for anyone nearby to see. She looked away before Renee’s gaze fell to her on her way to the kitchen. “Nah, I probably shouldn’t stay up too late tonight. No caffeine for me. But, what I was going to segue to is that you and I have unfinished business! I was too busy for us to have lunch together, but I didn’t forget what you said on Friday.”
Friday. Hannah blushed as she grabbed a can of diet cola. She put back the first can she grabbed without knowing why, but the second seemed fine. Maybe I am gaining precognition. Maybe it just saves me from shaken cans. What a rip.
She returned to the living room, settling down beside her friend with a smile as she opened the can and took a long slow sip. “Not sure I know what you mean. Friday is sort of... a blur.”
The redhead smirked, and raised a crimson eyebrow. “He was that good huh? Who was it? You said that you’d tell me everything but I’m the one that has to bring it up? It isn’t every Friday night I get a call to know you won’t be back all weekend. It wasn’t Steve, was it? Because I was pretty sure that you’d learned your lesson with him last time in something closer to fifteen minutes.”
“Please. Five. Five is being generous.” Hannah smirked right back, before taking another slow sip and leaving her friend’s expression to grow more and more impatient. “I guess I did say that, huh?”
Renee groaned, and rose from the couch. She took extra time to carefully smooth her skirt. From the corner of her eye Hannah enjoyed the way it emphasized the curve of her friend’s ass. Again it puzzled her how she’d never realized what a knockout her roommate was.
It was clear to her now. Crystal. What she wouldn’t give for a chance to just rip her skirt right off.
She wouldn’t appreciate that, and I like having her as a roommate. If I want that I’ll need to be more subtle. Hannah pursed her lips, trying to look away from the way the black skirt hugged Renee’s ass and up to the back of her red blouse. Thoughts of her naked back were hardly any more innocent, but less obvious. I wonder what Courtney would think of Renee. She might snatch her right up, but it isn’t like we’re girlfriends, is it? Would she mind if I grabbed up Renee myself...?
“Yeah, you did. I think I’ll grab a soda after all. I get this feeling you’ve got a really long story to tell and I don’t want to start getting a caffeine withdrawal headache while you’re having fun being all cryptic. I swear, I get computers way more than I get people sometimes.” She stepped into the kitchen, and Hannah watched her go.
Something inside of Hannah brought her thighs together in her jeans to clench so tight it hurt. It hurt good. When she saw the can that Renee was carrying that same place inside of her grinned.
Hannah didn’t need to remember that feeling, so she didn’t.
When Renee took her first drink before setting it down on the coaster Hannah felt her nipples stand. Something about the way she looks sipping that can looks way too good. Maybe it’s the hair. I bet if she was in those commercials they’d sell even more.
“You aren’t going to let up until I spill, are you?” Renee shook her head, and crossed her arms across her chest. It took that force inside of Hannah to be strong enough not to check if enough buttons were open to make that crossing sweet or cruel. She was thankful, and it was decided for her not to question it. “Well, my last delivery, I open up the door, and at first, I’m really not impressed. The place was pretty big, you know one of those houses that looks like it should fit several families and still have room to spare?
“But when I saw who answered the door, they looked... like somebody’s thing on the side, you know? Cute, sure, but not like they fit in a place like that. Then they forgot their wallet, but they were sweet and asked me inside so I wouldn’t be cold. It was late, so—“
“Wait wait wait, you’re playing the pronoun game.” Renee’s voice was a bolt of lightning. Quick. Energized. “At least, I think that’s what they call it. The universal they?”
Hannah’s cheeks turned pink, not least of which in the list of reasons was the slick feeling between her legs as Renee took another long drink. Maybe it’s her lips. Watching those full pink lips squish against that metal can is kinda hot...
“Really don’t know what this game is that you’re talking about...” Hannah shrugged, taking another drink of her soda. The bite of the caffeine felt extra sharp. It didn’t bother her that she wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. She had to be up early, anyway.
Even if she’d forgotten why.
“The pronoun game. It’s what gay, or well... lesbian people do when they’re trying to avoid dropping the gender of the person they’re seeing.” Renee nodded as she took another sip, again oblivious to how the act affected her roommate. “Like saying ‘they’ instead of he or... she. Or you just avoid pronouns all together and try to make it less obvious.“
The unsaid words hung in the air heavy between them both.
Unlike you.
Hannah sighed, giving a nod as she squirmed back against the couch to make herself smaller. Renee wasn’t homophobic—at least not that she’d ever noticed. But she’d never had a reason to care before. She nodded again, trying not to imagine her friend’s sad disappointment.
Instead, Renee wrapped her arms around Hannah and squeezed her close. “You worry too much, Hanners. Why would I care? You’re a lesbian, not some serial killer. You know that’s not a big deal anymore... right?”
Hannah gave an embarrassed nod, and rested her head on Renee’s shoulder. “I hoped? I mean, you’re my best friend. But I’ve kinda... I mean this is new to me.”
So close, and with her own arms moving to draw Renee closer Hannah felt overwhelmed by all she could feel. Her curves would be powerful enough, but her smell. It’s so... feminine. It’s like I can smell the girl on her. Is that even a thing? It’s probably just her fragrance, but I want to roll in it.
“Well, you can be sure now. I’m your friend, your roommate, and your cram buddy. I don’t care who you shack up with.” She paused thoughtfully, her embrace tightening for just a moment. “As long as they consent. And they’re able to consent. No kids or animals, and we’re good. Also no Professor Castle, because she intimidates me and if I found out you were sleeping with the scary professor I think you’d become a whole new layer of scary.”
“Noted!” Hannah laughed, trying to lose herself in the awkwardness of the situation and not in how good her friend smelled. She tried to focus on how comforted she felt to know that her best friend didn’t care if she was a lesbian, and likely wouldn’t care if she was bi. Not that her friend’s breasts squished up against her side felt like they would feel so good to hold. Her blouse was such a silky material that it was entirely too easy to feel her breasts underneath.
Renee, if only you knew how much willpower it was taking to not jump your bones right now. Maybe then you’d care. Ooh if you didn’t, that would be so...
But Renee began to pull back, and Hannah did nothing to stop her. She sat up straighter. She felt smart for wearing a loose fitting t-shirt that wouldn’t have shown off her nipples even if they were as loud as they felt.
“So! I might not be into girls, but I think you can still tell this story without making it about her boobs, right?” Renee grinned, downing all that remained in her can within a single gulp that sent shudders down Hannah’s spine. She nodded, and Renee grinned more as she set the empty can down. For some reason Hannah couldn’t understand everything suddenly felt so much safer. “So, I think you still have a story to tell. Dish! And I want her name.”
“Fine, fine...” Hannah smiled, feeling a new confidence growing inside of her. With Renee’s support things did feel so much better. Renee trusted her. Renee wasn’t suspicious of her. “So... Courtney. She answered the door. And she was... pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Sort of... a subtle shape? Slender. But she looked... like she didn’t quite belong.
“Not a whole lot older than us, mid to late twenties, tops? But she couldn’t find her wallet, and she invited me in... So I went in. I appreciated it—you know how heavy those hotbags get and it doesn’t feel a whole lot warmer holding it. So I went inside, and...” Hannah blushed. “No, no I...”
Renee huffed, crossing her arms again across her chest. This time the view was so sweetly cruel. Her arms seemed to slip down the soft fabric before pulling back, serving more to make a shelf under her breasts. Hannah was grateful she seemed to have a heightened control of her peripheral vision. Even with her gaze staying locked with Renee’s she could savor the way her roommate’s pale milky skin called to her.
She didn’t have long to linger, but it was fuel for her fire. Fuel for her need to be so much more intimate with her roommate who seemed to have no clue how she was making herself so tempting. She did always underestimate herself... Probably wouldn’t even notice if I looked right down her top.
“Oh you can’t cut off now. Come on... You have to tell me more.” Renee’s voice was no less insistent, but something about it was noticeably softer. Smoothed.
Hannah noted the quality, and so did that slick naughty heat between her thighs.
“S-sorry, it’s just really embarrassing. She had her purse, and you see... She couldn’t find her wallet inside of it. So she joked... You know, that old joke. The porny one.” Hannah whimpered. “The one about pizza delivery people. You know. Don’t make me say it...”
Renee’s grin was so lopsided Hannah wondered if it could possibly fall off of her face. “The ‘isn’t there... some other way I could pay?’ line?”
“Y-yeah, that one!” Hannah laughed, and was so glad she had plenty of reason to be flushed. “But it... it worked. She wasn’t serious, but she thought I was cute, and it was sort of... adorable. We just started laughing, and there was this connection. I just knew it. So... when she finally found a twenty in her purse, and I realized that I really didn’t want to go... then she started flirting me up. I can’t really remember just how all of that went. I just remember calling you, driving back to clock out, then...
“Then we spent two days and three nights in bed. I mean we got up to shower... though we always ended up a little less clean during said showers... and we got food! Which tended to turn into us feeding each other and then kissing and...” Hannah moved her fingers in a lazy circle through the air.
Just thinking about all of that sex made her feel deliciously weak. Courtney was insatiable. And so am I.
Renee’s grin looked somehow lazier. Somehow it made it easier to be patient. She knew Renee was supportive, and that was a load off of her mind. But they were still roommates. Renee probably wouldn’t want things to go beyond that even if she had a thing for Hannah. Still, somehow Hannah was sure all she had to be was patient.
Just a matter of time.
“Wow. I’m... really impressed. I was expecting to hear you hit it off with someone in a class and were painting the town red. Not... love at first sight?” Renee nudged Hannah’s shoulder playfully with a closed fist. “That is so many kinds of exciting! Go you, Hanners!”
Hannah’s cheeks turned a new shade of red as she brushed Renee’s fist away. “W-well lust at first sight, anyway! Infatuation maybe. Neither of us are really sure what to call it.”
“Well... I’m happy for you! I think I’ll skip asking for all of the naughty little sordid details though. Really am happy for you, but I don’t need to know... details. Girldetails.” Renee wrinkled up her nose and giggled like a five year old. “So I won’t be needing any details like her boobs, or anything else like that. I just hope if the two of you like... become a thing? You bring her over. I wanna meet this girl that made my formerly straight friend all crooked!”
Hannah laughed, and returned the fake punch to Renee’s shoulder. “Courtney would love to meet you. I’m sure of it!”
And who could resist her?
Hannah imagined Renee answering the door to find Courtney there holding a bouquet of fragrant flowers. Courtney would smile in that pretty way that made Hannah’s knees weak. Renee would try to make some kind of a joke—she always did that and it was always so cute—but it would fall dead from her lips. Courtney would grin like she had when she’d started to seduce Hannah, offer the flowers so they were right under Renee’s nose and she’d flutter her eyes and succumb.
Hannah’s pussy squeezed around the idea.
“Well, maybe this weekend, then? I only work a couple days this week but that just means I need to spend the other ones a bit more focused on school. And not burning out. Some of us didn’t just spend two days having all the stress sexed out of us.” Renee winked.
“I’ll have to give her a call and see what her weekend looks like.” Hannah laughed, rubbing shyly at her cheek as if she could push the redness out of herself. “She might’ve had to shoo me out the door so we didn’t get a chance to talk much about plans. Besides her mentioning something about avoiding being a U-Haul statistic?”
Renee stood, somewhat less quickly or gracefully than before. There was the faintest of quivers in her eyes. It was almost as if she wanted to fall right back down into the couch. For a moment it looked like she might before she shook her head and smiled.
Some part of Hannah was disappointed, but that feeling of anticipation teased her libido so deftly she didn’t mind falling prey to its lustful touch.
“That sounds like a really fun time! Maybe we could go out and catch a movie together. I’d cover it, to support the Hannah-finding-happiness foundation.” Renee winked, and lifted up her empty can as she moved back into the kitchen. “But I’m feeling a little lazy, and I have some reading to do. So I’m gonna grab another can and go fire up Tabitha.”
Hannah smirked. “I might be the one with a girlfriend, but at least I didn’t give my laptop a girl’s name. Sure you don’t have something to confess?”
Her roommate scoffed, waving a hand dismissively at Hannah as she made her way to her room. Again, the sight of the can made Hannah squirm. Another of right ones. She forgot the thought, but the arousal it left behind burned as hotly for its brief presence.
“Cat! I named my computer after my cat!” Renee called out from her room. “Behave! I’m going to get some school work done now!”
Renee’s door closed audibly, and it made Hannah’s hips wiggle.
Hannah grabbed her phone out of her jacket and programmed a timer without knowing why. With it set, she grabbed out her schoolwork and focused on nothing else. Her eyes changed, taking a thoughtless sheen even as she memorized the words.
Hannah learned better when she didn’t think.
So Hannah forgot how to think.
21.
Renee sat in front of her computer and stared through the screen.
A text file sat calmly in front of her, and her propped up text book sat ignored just to her right. Her fingers rested on her keyboard, but it had been so long since she’d typed anything at all. She stared, and her fingers lazily stroked the home row.
She blinked, and looked to the clock in the lower right corner. Had it been five... ten... fifteen minutes since the last time she looked? And I didn’t type anything up before that time, either. Don’t know what’s wrong with me... Maybe I should get some more soda? But I already had two... It did feel like it hit the spot.
Renee shook her second can to make sure it was empty. She sighed in disappointment at the confirmation. Getting up felt like so much effort. It didn’t help that she felt dizzy when she tried.
Maybe I’m coming down with something... but I don’t feel bad or anything. Just lazy. Maybe I haven’t been getting enough sleep? Tabitha does keep me up kinda late sometimes. She sighed before brushing a long lock of red hair out of her face.
Resolved to get something productive done she started back at the top of the page and started to read again. It sounded so familiar, but she was ready for that. So she kept reading, absently typing out a key point about creative uses of recursion.
She was oblivious that she’d already written that same exact note five times.
It was such a cyclical topic, and one that was complicated when Renee wasn’t feeling asleep at the wheel. The same thought that had occurred five times already danced through her mind wearing a new dress as if to pass itself off as a new partner. To first understand recursion, you must understand recursion.
An old joke, but it still made Renee snicker.
Descending into memory distracted her from the text. The clearly printed words became so many lines on shiny, thin paper. Her eyes unfocused, and again she found herself staring through her task as though it wasn’t there. Words forgotten.
Place lost.
Her lips parted. She let out a long, low sigh as she settled back into her seat. Her head drifted forward as a matter of comfort and again her sightless gaze settled on some nameless distance beyond the visible screen of her monitor.
Renee didn’t think about her textbook. She didn’t think of the notes on her screen that were largely the same words in different permutations. She didn’t think of how time was slipping away.
Renee didn’t think.
The door opened, but Renee didn’t turn to look. There wasn’t enough of her awake to try responding. Her mind slept behind empty eyes.
Unaware.
She continued to be unaware as Hannah stepped up behind her chair. Brown eyes scanned blankly over the screen, and then a pale finger held the backspace key down until only one copy of Renee’s redundant notes remained.
A hand rested on Renee’s shoulder and slowly squeezed. No reaction. No visible acknowledgment.
The hunter living behind Hannah’s eyes smiled. Gently it used Hannah’s hands to remove Renee’s from her keyboard and set them over her lap. Still the woman failed to respond, her expression looking akin to a sleepwalker.
Light seemed caught at the corner of her lips, shining and twinkling so magnetically that Hannah’s eyes were caught. When that light stretched, sliding its way down along her cheek in a line of drool Hannah was freed. Renee was so lost she didn’t even move as her head tipped forward, and saliva began to pool down to her blouse.
It made her look so young. Vulnerable. Weak.
Open.
Renee continued to soak her own top as Hannah grasped her skirt and bunched it up around her waist. Pink panties. For a moment Hannah thought how cute they were, complete with a small bow at the center of their waistband. They made the freckles dotting her inner thighs stand out more in contrast.
Hannah blew across the tip of Renee’s ear. She shuddered enough to make the sight of her breasts from above all the more alluring. She moaned, her only responses automatic and involuntary.
Hannah smiled, her lips so close when she began to speak. “You’re asleep now, Renee. You’re asleep, and you’re having such a sexy dream. Such a hot, naughty, toe curling dream. It feels good to sleep while your body stays awake and listen. Your pussy loves dreaming awake. You can’t resist. You don’t want to resist. You only want more.”
Fingers began to dance along those cute pink panties, teasing at the growing wet spot. Renee’s breathing quickened. Without thought she moved her hips to seek out more of the delicious friction that teased through the cotton. She moaned, and her head fell back against her chair.
“The important part of the dream is that Hannah is there. Hannah. Your roommate. Touching you.” Fingers curled under the edge of the pink triangle between Renee’s thighs and bunched it up like a vertically aligned version of her skirt. Renee gasped, lips pressing together limply as the air teased her damp cleft. Her pussy glistened in the dim light of Renee’s room, lit more by the monitor than anything else.
For a moment her eyes look like they might be clearing, might be showing some understanding of her circumstances. When fingers gently traced her wet seam any lingering clarity left her eyes. Hannah’s fingers rubbed it away like an unsightly stain.
“Hannah is touching you. Touching your body.” Fingers eagerly learned the shape of Renee’s folds, spreading her sticky wet lust and earning more of her gasps and quiet moans. “She’s touching your wet pussy, and you love it. You wish she’d touched you sooner. You can’t imagine anyone else could ever make you feel like she does. So connected. So passionate. So warm.”
Renee’s lips twisted, and the movements of her hips quickened. The same line of drool from her lips to her chest flowed uninterrupted. Her eyes looked somehow more empty.
Devoid of thoughts, and the closest resembling thing behind them was lust.
“You’ve never thought of Hannah like this before, but now it’s so hard not to. She’s touching you. With only her fingers.” Deft digits played along the hood of Renee’s clitoris, tempting and teasing it out for more devious pleasure. “It’s so easy to wonder what would happen if you felt her lips. Or her teeth. Or her tongue.”
Renee trembled, her hips in a constant state of rolling forward. Her lips seemed unable to find a way to stay still, and sounds of unrestrained pleasure melted from her limp lips like a waterfall of sound to match the slicker one between her thighs.
Hannah had never felt another woman so wet, and she was sure that she had cleaned all of Mistress’s slaves. The thought was unneeded. Forgotten.
Her eyes were in their own way as blank as Renee’s if driven by a stronger voice inside.
“So curious. So drawn to know more. Hannah. Who spent a whole weekend lost in lesbian sex. Lost between the thighs of another woman. Breasts. Nipples. Slick. Wet. Pussies.” Renee cried out a strangled sound that sounded like an animal approximating words but without any meaning. “You want more. More than a dream. You need more. More. More. More.” Hannah’s voice was harsh and firm in Renee’s ear, matching the rough pace of her fingers playing within the redhead’s depths as her thumb teased at her exposed clit.
Renee’s voice reached fever pitch, lost in a sea of almost panicked gasps and deep guttural moans. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fucked Hannah’s hand with wild abandon. How much she heard, how much she understand was impossible to know from a glance, but one thing was terribly clear.
She felt need.
She was need.
Her lightly freckled breasts bounced at her chest with each desperate thrust of her hips to steal the slightest bit more pleasure from Hannah’s touch. Each successful thrust yielded a sharper cry, a wider twisting of her lips, and a more dramatic flutter of her eyelids.
“Soon, you’re going to cum over her fingers. You know it. You want it. You need it. You can’t hold it back for long, no matter how much you want to savor this moment.” Renee whined as if in pain, but none of her movements changed. “But that’s okay. Because Hannah’s touch won’t stop when you cum. It’ll only grow stronger. Deeper. Your pussy, washing over your mind. It’ll be so much better. So much hotter.”
Hannah’s own breathing was ragged. The hand not buried between Renee’s thighs was buried between her own. She didn’t remember dropping her pants or her panties down around her ankles. She didn’t even remember the fingers she filled herself with in the same rhythm she explored Renee.
It didn’t make the touch any less passionate or intense, as each touch to her own body washed away the memory of her present.
She’d never entered the room. She’d never pulled up Renee’s skirt. She’d definitely never fucked her drugged roommate senseless while whispering fantasies into her ear.
Hannah was studying.
“C-c-cum!”
Renee and Hannah’s voices were twins in ecstasy, shaking and trembling together in the intensity of their shared orgasm. Hannah didn’t know how long she shuddered and shook in aftershocks. She didn’t even need to rub that memory away.
She brought the hand from between her legs away from her pussy, and suckled until her fingers were only drenched and not dripping. She held them under Renee’s face, and whispered once her voice remembered how to form words. “Smell... Breathe, deep, with your nose, Renee... You came together. With your dream lover. With Hannah. Hanners. Your best friend. Your roommate. Memorize this scent. Breathe it in, until no other scent... Mmmm... is so intense. You want to remember it. To remember what it means.
“The scent of Hannah. Hannah’s arousal. Hannah’s lust.”
Renee groaned. It might have been words, but slurred too impossibly for anyone to decipher. Hannah didn’t try. She only heard the lust in her voice.
“Good girl. Very good girl, Renee.” Hannah smiled, her finger teasing just enough slickness along the smooth indent just under Renee’s nose. “Just inhale... breathe. Dream. Remember. Hannah. Her fingers. Her scent. Let your pussy soak the dream through your mind. Tomorrow it will be easier to study. Tonight, it’s easier to be slick and soft.”
Delicately Hannah pulled Renee’s panties back over her damp pussy, giving the fabric a loving pet. Renee’s thighs trembled, and her mewl was so soft and quiet. The touch was softer than the scent.
Hannah’s scent, musky and thick made Renee dizzier than she already felt. Her head lulled on her neck, rubbing back into her chair as she breathed so deep and slow. Her lips rubbed together, as if to feel the texture of the scent between them. Her thighs tightened as her skirt fell back in place over them, warming them in the familiar captivity.
Fingers not her own typed out a single word on her keyboard.
Hannah.
Her hands were lifted back onto her keyboard, and the softest of kisses pressed to the top of her red hair. Renee looked so wasted as she stared at the monitor. She looks like a little girl who didn’t want to go to bed when mommy told her to go, and stayed up masturbating too late so she fell asleep cumming herself senseless...
The pressure of her own panties pulled tight between her legs erased that thought clean from her mind. Her jeans zipped back into place protected Hannah from her reality, and guided her out of Renee’s room.
Alone, Renee breathed and dreamed Hannah, moaning and trembling.
Her dreams were intense, and her thighs were still squirming and clenching as her pussy drooled over her brain like her lips drooled down over her top.
Renee breathed Hannah, and obeyed.
22.
Hannah’s eyes cleared as she sat on the couch, and then remembered never leaving her seat. She smiled, looking at the page number she’d read to and her pages full of notes. “Wow. That went faster than I thought it would! Should probably start getting ready for work though. Couldn’t hurt to be a little early tonight just in case Lucy is worrying about that car trouble I had on Friday...”
Thinking of Friday made her think of Courtney, and she giggled quietly to herself at all of the naughty thoughts the blonde brought to her mind. Should probably keep those inside of my head in case Renee walks by. She might be less supportive if I start voicing how wet Courtney makes me.
Soon her book was folded, and her notes put away She moved into her room, and stripped casually behind the closed door. She wished she could do that with Renee watching.
I might not be Courtney, but something about the thought of her watching my naked body do a little dance just for her... Hannah grinned, swinging her hips as her jeans fell away with her panties nestled inside. Oh if I could seduce her the way Courtney seduced me. I’d promise to share... I’ll have to ask her about it when I call tomorrow to see how booked her weekend is.
As Hannah pulled the Argento’s shirt down over her chest she realized that in all of their time together just what Courtney did for a living had never come up. She was sure she’d mentioned being a student, but Courtney wasn’t. Surely her job was impressive to afford that place.
Maybe I’ll ask her about that too. It couldn’t hurt to show an interest in her life. Maybe I’m not into being monogamous, but I’m definitely into her. Hannah laughed as she slid into a pair of clean panties, ignoring how they were so swiftly stained and instead moving right into her slacks. She found her hat sitting on her dresser and replaced it atop her head with a wink for her mirror. Hannah the Delivery Girl looked like such a confident knockout.
A ladykiller.
Does it count if it’s a little death? Remember to write a thank you note to the French for borrowing that turn of phrase. Hannah finger gunned at her own reflection. Yeah. It counts.
Without remembering why she opened up her closet and unzipped the unfamiliar white and pink backpack she’d stashed there. She removed a small black cylinder, shaped much like a small flashlight, and then sealed her closet and again forgot the bag was there as the cylinder slid into her pocket. It was an awkward fit, but when she could no longer remember the feeling it was no longer a concern.
Hannah thought she heard something like a mewl from Renee’s room, but forgot it as she locked the door behind her.
Work moved at a steady pace. Orders came in. Hannah grabbed them up, delivered them, and came back for the orders that had come in while she was gone. She wasn’t the only one working but it was still busy work. She didn’t mind. It meant she didn’t have much time to worry about if Courtney would be busy.
Michelle had the night off. It normally didn’t feel notable when she did, but for some reason Hannah pondered how she was spending her weekend. She hoped Michelle had someone special.
I don’t think Courtney is her type, but she might be Courtney’s.
Now, she was on her way to another delivery. The last of the night. She didn’t work till closing except for Fridays. Lucy, the owner, appreciated that a girl going to school needed her rest. That meant she didn’t need to report back in to help clean up.
There were benefits to working for a local store instead of a massive chain.
Hannah smiled as she grabbed up the hotbag and proceeded up the path. She pressed the doorbell softly and let out a happy sigh. Another night of delivery almost behind her.
The door opened, and Hannah gave a proud smile. The woman who answered had the most beautiful emerald green eyes. Her hair was ravel black, styled in a decidedly tight bob that looked almost like a helmet of hair with how much product was used to retain its shape. On someone else, maybe with a less rounded face, it might not have worked so well as it did for her. Maybe it also helped that she was an older woman, not old by any means but at least in her mid-thirties. She looked more mature than Hannah felt. It made her all the more gorgeous.
“Hi! Large olive and mushroom with extra sauce, right?” She remembered the woman’s name from the receipt. It was a special name, one she hadn’t had to check twice. Abigail Donovan. A part of her had known the name before, but Hannah did not remember why.
“Mm-hm. That’d be my order.” Abigail’s voice was bored. The pizza had beaten the estimates given, and yet still she managed to sound somehow displeased. It didn’t make any sense to Hannah at all, but a feeling she was growing used to trusting whispered to have patience. So she did. Abigail’s attitude didn’t bother her.
She would be patient.
Hannah offered Abigail the receipt for her to sign, and accepted Abigail’s ID and card, giving a casual glance. Something told her not to worry about it much, so she didn’t. She was a model employee.
She smiled when Abigail handed her back the receipt with her signature. All she needed. Already she was starting to remember why patience was all she needed, and the wet heat it sent through her center was almost as satisfying as what she knew would follow. She loved being a Delivery Girl. It was her purpose.
She opened the hot bag, and as she reached in grabbed the small, thin flashlight (enabler) sitting on top of the pizza box. “Then here’s your order!“
Even if Abigail had been prepared she wouldn’t have moved fast enough to avoid the four color kaleidoscopic beam that twirled from the small device in Hannah’s hands. But she wasn’t prepared. She was impatient, her hands out, her eyes so focused on the open hotbag and then on Hannah’s hand. When the beam began to dance and shift through its shapes and colors, Abigail was lost.
Abigail forgot whatever thoughts were making her so judgmental.
Abigail forgot she wanted to enjoy a nice night alone with a pizza and a good film.
Abigail forgot Abigail.
“This is more special than sex. This is more important than sex.” Hannah didn’t remember where she’d heard the words before. Why they sounded familiar. She only knew what she had to say. She set the hotbag down without removing the light from Abigail’s face. That was important, even if she didn’t remember why that was true, either. “You will listen, but you will not remember. You will act, but you will not remember.”
“Won’t... remember... Important... Listen...” Abigail’s voice was so distant as Hannah closed the door to her small home. Abigail lived alone. Hannah had forgotten learning it, but now she remembered. She remembered, and it thrilled her.
That meant she could take her time and enjoy serving Mistress.
“Good. Then listen, and forget.” Abigail moaned.
Hannah came without a sound. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and the new red panties she’d slipped on were all the more thoroughly soaked. A distant part of her considered leaving them somewhere for Renee to find.
She wouldn’t be able to leave them alone...
slave hannah smiled mindlessly from behind Hannah’s eyes as she stepped closer to Abigail. Beyond the first impression she was certain that the woman would suit Mistress’s needs perfectly. She was pretty, in a classic way. Her hair was perfect. Her eyes exotic. Her skin was just tanned enough past being more than not-pale, with curves that didn’t scream but whispered.
She was going to enjoy satisfying Mistress’s desires.
“You must remove your clothes.” Hannah’s thumb lifted from the enabler. Soon Hannah knew she would sleep, and forget more. She had precious little to do, but it all had to be done perfectly. Mistress’s orders were precise. “Your clothes weigh you down. Burden you. You wish to be free of them. To be free of your troubles. While you undress you will hear nothing. You will see nothing. You will only obey.“
“O...bey...” Abigail’s voice sounded just as young and helpless lost to the enabler as Hannah’s own had.
While Abigail was busy wiggling out of her rather innocent evening wear, Hannah pulled out her cellphone and smiled as she forgot what was happening in front of her own eyes. “Hi! Lucy? Yeah, it’s me, Hannah! Abigail Donovan got her pizza! Yup, she was the last one in my car. I’m going to head home now, okay? Thanks for being so understanding! You’re the best boss a girl could ask for! See you tomorrow night!”
As soon as Hannah hung up and put down the phone she fell asleep. There was no more need for Hannah. No one was expecting her that wasn’t in a drug induced stupor. Abigail was still mindless, and already squirming her way out of her underwear.
Hannah drifted away, forgotten by her own mind.
slave hannah smiled. The sleeper personality was important. It understood how to interact with women who still thought for themselves. It knew how to think like them. It still obeyed the slave underneath, helpless to the will of Mistress that empowered her. It was a tool. When it was not needed, it went back into the box and was forgotten until it was useful again.
She has a closet inside of my mind where she can stand for hours, wearing nothing but her obedience and such impossibly high heels she could never stand on them in reality. Enjoy your sleep, Hannah. slave hannah sighed, and approached the now naked Abigail.
Hannah’s observations, her slave programming noted, were accurate. Without her stuffy clothes in the way, the woman looked even more stunning. Her nipples weren’t pink as Courtney’s, instead a delicious dusky tone that offset them from her already tanned skin. While her left nipple was sweetly extended, erect and visibly eager for more attentions, her right was cutely tucked away. It was a sight Hannah had never seen before.
It made her hope that Mistress would order her to clean this woman so thoroughly throughout her enslavement. She had no clue what the woman was planned for, but even before she saw how cute her almost shy, small nether lips looked hidden away under a thatch of dark hair she knew the woman was meant for sex.
No. Mistress does not have time for sex. Abigail has a body meant for fucking. Being fucked. Being used. slave hannah licked her lips, and slowly stepped around the woman before she grasped her breasts from behind to pull the woman back against her.
Abigail gasped, and then moaned as slave hannah twisted and tugged at her left nipple, while she almost worship-fully stroked around the right as though to will it to emerge or to savor the phenomenon. She wondered if Mistress had known about this detail, and trembled at the thought of gifting Her a jewel more special than anticipated.
Her actions were still dictated by Mistress, for Mistress, and she harbored no illusion of her place. She would not presume to do more, or less. But she could hope to achieve more through her doings.
Mistress’s pleasure was everything.
“Your will is being overcome, Abigail. Your body is weak. Soft. Warm. My touch is melting your defenses. Melting your will. Softening your mind.” Even as her hand continued to stroke around her sunken nipple, to knead at the surrounding breast, the other descended and began to play with that unruly bush between her legs. Abigail moaned as though she were wounded, but only arched for more of the touch. “You cannot resist. You do not wish to resist. No pleasure has ever been as pure as this feeling. Your pussy wants you to surrender. You must obey.”
“I... I must... o..obeeeey!” Abigail’s voice became a sharp scream, trembling from her lips as though they were shakily trying to hold onto each word and failing brilliantly at the last moment. Her lower lips were far less reticent with the flow of sweet aromatic girlhoney.
It made the slave stroking her shudder, as her fingers dove within her depths. Abigail shook as though she had been impaled. Her defenses had done nothing to stop the younger woman from delving so deep inside of her. She shook and sputtered wordless moans as her pussy soaked her thighs and her brain.
Abigail could barely stand. The enabler had turned off all the parts of her mind that made the once proud woman strong. She squirms like she’s never been kissed, much less fucked. Mistress is amazing. Her toys are the best.
slave hannah’s lips sucked and nibbled on the woman’s neck. More words would come soon, but the taste of the woman’s flesh in her mouth served Mistress and her pussy that served Mistress so much better than her mind could ever hope to. So she suckled, nibbled, and continued her loving caress of the woman’s breast before squeezing her possessively.
Her touch was possessive, claiming, but she knew the truth of the touch. Her hands were Mistress’s hands. She could not do a thing without serving as her Mistress’s champion.
“When you cum, your mind will flood out between your legs. Flushed out. Washed out. You will have no thoughts of your own. No desires of your own.” Abigail’s thighs clenched so tight, trembling around the hand they trapped. “You will yield to my words, and your mind will open for programming. Programming your mind will not remember, and thus be helpless to obey.
“Cum for Mistress, Abigail slut.”
Abigail screamed as her body and mind surrendered. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t resist. The fingers buried so deep inside of her had pierced her mind and now all of her was drooling out along Mistress’s fingers.
“Now sleep, and learn.”
23.
Renee gasped awake.
Gasping felt strange. Fuzzy. Wrong. It took her so long to realize that her mouth was incredibly dry. It took less time for her to realize that her blouse was soaked with what a line of cool skin betrayed as her own saliva.
I passed out, and soaked through my own top. With drool. I’ve stayed up late at my computer before, but never woke up like... this. She sat up, thankful that somehow her neck had found a position that hadn’t hurt to maintain. The strangest thing was how she felt like she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. She was tired, her eyes sore, but she felt like she’d woken up from such a long nap.
She groaned, and raised her arms from her keyboard to rub at her tired eyes. Tired. She felt so deliciously tired, but at the same time not ready to fall prey to that siren’s song. Sleep was something for other people.
Oh. I guess I didn’t just drool over my top.
Renee shuddered as she shifted her legs, and felt the dried lust stains covering her panties. She sniffed, delicately, worried about how intense the scent might be.
Overpowering.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as her lips lazily rubbed together. There was something else to the scent that wasn’t her, but that just made it worse. I came so much from a dream. I was asleep, and I came more than I have in the past year all at once? That’s so unfair.
It was impossible for her thoughts to not go to Hannah and her weekend retreat of lust. Hannah, with those pretty brown eyes and shoulder length auburn hair. Rolling around with some pretty blonde.
Maybe they did always have more fun.
Yes, there’s every reason to be jealous of your roommate and her expanding sexuality. No, you should probably not... Renee’s hazel eyes trembled. She remembered her dreams now. Intensely.
So intense, Renee wondered how she had ever forgotten.
Hannah.
Pale cheeks turned an adorably gentle pink as she tried to anchor herself. That was not the sort of dream she imagined she would have after two cans of soda and a halfhearted attempt to get through her reading. She turned to look at her notes, hoping to find something intelligible that she might be able to use as a starting point to pick up where she’d left off. Her face fell when she saw only a single paragraph’s block of text.
A casual glance at the clock in the corner of her screen elicited a long, slow whine of defeat. Hours. Her nap had hardly been as brief as she’d hoped. Hannah was still not due home, but that she found as the one welcome thing she’d discovered since falling prey to her earlier tired spell.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the one word standing alone after her notes about tail recursion.
Hannah.
She’d typed it as she was fading, or maybe amidst her dream. It was impossible to know, now. She hadn’t been recording herself. With how slick she felt each time her hips moved she decided that was probably a good idea. She just hoped Hannah had already left before she’d drifted to sleep. If Hannah had come in, and seen her wiggling and whispering her name desperately...
In the dream, Renee had screamed it. Chanted it. It had been a mantra she’d lost herself in as Hannah’s fingers filled her pussy. No one had ever touched her like that before. No one else could...
Renee shook her head. Dream. A dream. A very sexy one, but just a dream. Hannah is your roommate. You’re just jealous that she got to spend all weekend getting laid and now she’s glowing like the sun. Courtney had to make her leave. It must have been such an... intense weekend.
Her thoughts betrayed her. They filled her not with images of this mystery Courtney as Hannah had described her in that doorway, but with imaginings of how Courtney must have looked with Hannah touching her. Her mouth twisted in pleasure. Her back, arched. Her breasts, bouncing, swaying until Hannah would grab her there, too. Hannah’s touch that tingled and made such deep low moans tremble through Renee’s mind.
Some of the stain between her legs was no longer from the dream.
Renee closed her eyes, losing herself to half remembered fragments of the dream mingled with the mental image she’d constructed from Hannah’s description.
She wished she’d asked for more of those Girldetails. She wanted to live vicariously through Hannah’s lover. It was too easy to let the image in her mind gain red hair, paler skin, and freckles across all of the places where they rested on Renee. She smelled her own scent again, and quivered as she shook her head and forced open her eyes.
The worst part was how soft it felt to imagine those things. Warm and soft, like panties fresh from the drier and pulled tight between her legs. Weakening, like a hot breath into her ear.
She shook her head again, but couldn’t find it in herself to frown. It wasn’t bad. The thoughts weren’t wrong. No one was being hurt, and it wasn’t as if she had any objection to the people in her fantasy. Courtney made Hannah happy. Hannah was the best friend Renee could ever remember having. They’d done so much together.
Suddenly that soft part of her longed for things they could have spent that time together doing. No one ever actually practiced kissing with their friends like in those movies. No one I ever knew. I wonder how her lips feel. She might have kissed my cheek before, but I was never... never imagining her like this.
Renee stood up, fingers moving along her scalp to make her thoughts drift to them. It worked for a moment, before fingers made her think of Hannah’s fingers. She’d definitely felt them before, but she was sure the touches were not between her legs.
Not where she wanted them to be right now.
Okay, no. Renee, no. You just need... you need to get a grip. Hannah is your roommate. Your friend. The reason you know about the pronoun game isn’t you, so shake this off. Behave. Be good. It was so hard to want to behave when being naughty was so good.
She collapsed back onto her bed and squirmed her way up so she could nuzzle into her pillow. Warm. Soft. Like Hannah.
Can’t study with my brain soaking in Girldetails. Wanting Hannah’s fingers all up in my Girldetails. Fuck. Renee whimpered and got up to close her door. Her mouth was still so dry, but she didn’t want to risk Hannah still being out there. She should be gone, but Renee couldn’t face her. Not until she could get her libido under control.
Not until she could take a shower.
If I take one now it’ll wake me up. Won’t be able to sleep. I’ll just stay up all night. Daydreaming of her. Then she’ll come home, and I’ll rush out to meet her. I usually say hey when she comes home, but... Renee shook her head, and locked her door.
Not tonight.
With the door shut and locked she felt some degree safer. Hannah didn’t scare her, but she scared herself. With the door closed it would take more than a whim to end up in her bed.
She unbuttoned her top and threw it lazily in the direction of her hamper, more glad to have her chest free of the too damp shirt. Her hand fell to her chest, slowly stroking where the wet spot had been. She imagined her hand as Hannah’s, playing connect-the-dots with the freckles that dotted the flesh on either side of her cleavage.
If she touched her anything like dream-Hannah had, Renee knew she’d be moaning within moments. Her breath quickened, and she distantly felt aware of her nipples. Maybe her mouth would do an even better job.
Her lips, on my chest, her fingers, down between my legs... Oooh...
Renee lowered herself down to sit on the edge of her bed and unzipped her skirt. She looked down to her panties. Her thumb teased along the elastic of her panties. Hesitated.
She usually slept in a pair of dark green fluffy pants. Sliding into those with her panties still slick from her dreams sounded unpleasant. She didn’t trust herself to take off her panties and not stroke herself. It was too easy to think of Hannah and feel herself tingle. It was simple. It was warm.
With a pitiful whine she turned off her lamp before crawling under her covers. The sheets were smooth and clean. So entirely different from how she felt. It was different to feel her bare legs shifting against her sheets, but it felt nice. She wondered what Hannah’s sheets felt like. She wondered what Courtney’s sheets felt like.
Okay libido. Fine. We’ll do this your way. I’ll just rub all of these thoughts of Hannah out of my head, cum, and pass out. Then tomorrow we hit the books. Really hard.
Renee rolled onto her back, and sucked in a sharp breath as she teased her fingers under her cute pink panties and along her eager slit underneath. She was so warm. Slick. She closed her eyes, and imagined that her fingers were Hannah’s.
The rhythm she used was different than the one she usually fell into, but the one she used now felt somehow closer to how she imagined Hannah might touch her. Her fingers dove deep, finding some place inside of her that called to her without words. Her thumb eagerly teased at her clit. It didn’t take long for teasing to be more than the young woman could take. She’d already been so helplessly aroused the moment that she woke up.
When she came, she bit her lip to muffle Hannah’s name.