And if he had any money—which he almost certainly would need to, to bag a snobby bitch like Carmen—then Alyssa wanted to be the one to relieve him of such a monetary burden.
“His name?” Giselle looked confused for a moment. “I mean, I know what to call him, but I don't really know his name, per se. I didn't think it was important. I mean, do you really need to know someone's name for him to be the most perfect man you've ever met? For him to be your boyfriend like, right away?”
Alyssa was taken aback. This was certainly an odd development. She watched Giselle's slender hands move up her tiny slip to her thighs, the dark-skinned girl breathing heavily and licking her lips.
“You don't know his name, or what he does, and he's your boyfriend now, too? And Carmen's? Girl, would you listen to yourself? This sounds nuts! Did he drug you or something?”
“Drug me?”
Giselle crossed her legs and then her arms, turning away.
“That's a little harsh, Alyssa. That really makes me wonder if you know what it is to fall in love, like, right away. Are you saying it's impossible for someone to fall in love at first sight? Like, that you are just so totally suddenly in love that you knew you had been that way your whole life, and that everything that ever happens from now on will be perfect and wonderful because your hot, studly man wants you around sometimes to suck his big, perfect yummy cock?”
A bizarre tinge had filled Giselle's gaze. Alyssa wasn't sure how to react to the diatribe. On a scale of one to crazy, Giselle was sounding like a full-on loon.
“He's just wonderful, Alyssa,” Giselle said. Her voice had added a lilt to it, like she was singing. “I'm sure you're going to think so, too.”
“If it's um, all the same to you, sweetie, I think I would rather not have whatever it is you've had.”
Giselle tsked, shaking her head. She reached behind herself and slipped on the crown that had been sitting on the counter.
“What are you doing?” Alyssa asked. “What's with the stupid crown?”
“Oh, it's not stupid. You'll change your mind. I did. I was so scared at first. I watched him wipe out Carmen's mind right there in front of me. She asked him to do it. Begged him to wipe her clean. And then while he sucked out every single one of her thoughts, she sucked on his big, beautiful cock. He just hit the remote on her again, and again, and again, ordering her to cum while he wiped out her mind.”
A deep, prescient sense of dread of developed in the back of Alyssa's throat. She tried to move her legs, but found they were frozen with fear. Desperately, she tried to move them again as Giselle kept talking.
“And then he started coming toward me, and I was so terrified . . . but that was silly. All he was offering was bliss. Why wouldn't I want to feel wonderful all the time? He showed me how silly it was to want anything else. Obedience is pleasure, after all. That's something everyone ought to know.”
Alyssa started backing toward the door. There was no way to know what was going to happen next, but she was certain she didn't want to be a part of it.
“Here,” Giselle said, smiling brilliantly, holding the remote up and aiming at Alyssa. “Let me show you what I mean, okay?”
“N-no,” blurted Alyssa. “I-I don't think . . .”
A hot purple light that filled the room.
* * * * *
Her thoughts had dissipated entirely. Worries and concerns slid down beneath a hot, easy soil of arousal, a fertile area for the wonderful ideas that Giselle expressed.
Alyssa found herself sitting on the bed with one of Giselle's smooth, lovely legs wrapped around her own. That was nice. Giselle was so nice. Everything was so nice when Giselle was near her. They were such good, close friends. It felt natural to share everything she had with her.
Alyssa had been kind of a prude earlier. She didn't remember about what, but she knew it was true. It would be way cooler of her to just sit and talk things out with Giselle.
Keep an open mind, Alyssa. Experiment. That's really important.
“I have something to confess,” Giselle said, stroking Alyssa's hair. “I . . . “ the pretty dark-skinned girl took a breath. “I have like, an enormous crush on you. I didn't really know I was into girls before? But I really, really am. And I'm especially into you.”
Alyssa felt her heart thumping fast. Oh wow. That was so honest, so open of Giselle to say that. She felt like she had to reciprocate the honesty, somehow.
She didn't know if she was a lesbian, of course. But Giselle was really so very pretty.
“I mean, I really like you, Giselle, I just . . . um, well . . .”
“It's important to experiment, Alyssa. We're in college.”
That was true. That was probably one of the more true things that Alyssa had ever known. It was tattooed on her pretty little mind, right next to “Drink water,” “Eat food,” and “Breathing is essential.”
Alyssa inhaled deeply, taking in Giselle's exotic scent.
“You smell so good,” Alyssa cooed. “I didn't know before how good you smelled.”
Giselle giggled, hugging her friend tightly. The crown Giselle wore knocked against Alyssa's head a bit, but that was okay. It was a pretty cool crown. It was probably the coolest piece of headwear that Alyssa had ever seen, so it was totally fine that Giselle was wearing it.
Alyssa took the opportunity to hug Giselle back, to inhale her scent once more. God, she felt sooo soft!
Alyssa knew she deserved to use Giselle as her one-time bisexual college experiment, deserved to do whatever she wanted with her. She was that beautiful, after all. They both were.
“I'd really like to talk about this under the sheets with you,” said Giselle. “I'd be way more comfortable there. Is that all right?”
“Under the sheets?”
Alyssa considered. Giselle was so warm.
And Alyssa really, really loved being warm, loved having hot sensual heat run through her.
And more than anything else, Alyssa loved being close to Giselle. And she, of course, knew she deserved to feel good, like how Giselle was sure to make her feel.
“ . . . sure!” she chirped finally.
There weren't many times in the past where Alyssa had ever been this close to another girl. But surely, she had wanted this. There wasn't much she wanted more than to press her hot, young body against the perfectly gorgeous toned warmth of another young babe like herself.
Alyssa got everything she wanted.
They moved under the sheets of the bed, each girl still with their heels on. It was more fun that way, somehow, their heel-clad feet sliding on top of each other under the silk sheets of Alyssa's enormous bed. Their legs were both so long, and that made the whole situation more exciting. That there was so much hot, young smooth flesh from both girls, so eager to press and rub against each other.
“So, like, you should know Alyssa, like I was saying, that I'm kind of into girls, now, too,” Giselle purred, advancing on Alyssa. “I didn't know that I was, but Master made it all make sense.”
That was something Alyssa wanted to discuss. Who this Master fellow was, and why Giselle kept talking about him when Alyssa was clearly the hottest thing on two legs and was right there in front of Giselle, holding her so tight. But it was so hard to concentrate on what she wanted to say—letting Giselle speak her mind was incredibly important.
Alyssa really wanted to be a great friend.
“So, what I'm saying is, overall I mean, is that I'd really like to kiss you, Alyssa.”
“Oh,” whispered Alyssa. “Oh . . . I mean, I'm not . . . not sure . . .”
She was being coy. She wanted to be kissed by a girl, wanted to experiment and explore. It was very strange, after three years in college, that she hadn't done so before. Experimenting was so important.
Giselle moved her head forward, sliding her nimble tongue between Alyssa's hot lips briefly and then pulling away. It was so hot, so wet. Rarely if ever had Alyssa had such a delightful experience that had ended so abruptly.
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br /> “Oh . . . um . . . wow,” Alyssa said, stumbling over her words in a rare display of true emotion. “Giselle, wow . . .”
Giselle said nothing, just looking at Alyssa with heavily-lidded eyes. Her hand sank down Alyssa's bare torso and slipped up inside of her cunt. Alyssa moaned for half-a-second, and then pushed Giselle away gently.
She didn't want that; not yet, anyway. Maybe after a week or two of heavy kissing and petting. But right away, a girl's fingers touching her down there? It was too much, too soon.
“N-no,” she protested. “I like you, Giselle, but I want to . . . I want to take it . . . sort of slow, you know? It's just—ohmygod your hands are. So. Soft!””
Giselle nodded sympathetically. “I know, sweetie. Here, look at this.”
Keeping one hand pressed firm on Alyssa's pussy, Giselle turned and grabbed the remote off from the night stand table. Alyssa had a moment of panic and wonder, and then her mind blinked off as the purple light blinked on once more.
* * * * *
When she came back online, she was kissing Giselle. And, this time, she was indeed really kissing Giselle, her tongue sliding over her roommate's mouth, her hands pawing at the black girl's considerable bust.
It was all finally happening. Alyssa was living the dream. Here she was, in her gorgeous bed, making out madly with her gorgeous roommate. No, her gorgeous girlfriend.
Alyssa knew she deserved such a gorgeous girlfriend like Giselle. A mega-hottie like herself could only function if she had someone as educated and delicious as Giselle attending to her pussy whenever she wanted.
Kissing all the way, Giselle slid her face down between Alyssa's thighs. Alyssa pushed the soft silk sheets aside so she could watch her beautiful girlfriend's heated face. Giselle licked Alyssa's tight crotch, her tongue sliding against the denim of her brief shorts.
“Oh please,” Alyssa moaned. “Please, baby. You have to lick me. I need your tongue down there!”
Giggling, Giselle pulled down Alyssa's panties down her long, perfect legs, tossing them aside.
Oh gosh, thought Alyssa. She's so fucking pretty. I'm so happy I deserve such a pretty, pretty girl as my girlfriend.
Taking in a deep, luxurious breath, Giselle started licking Alyssa's clit. It was heavenly, like it was something she was already an expert in. Easily, Alyssa could imagine that Giselle had been taking pussy-licking classes for the past three years.
She started with slow, hot slides of her tongue over Alyssa's small bud. These licks sped up over time, but remained gentle little laps, not too much pressure. Soon, Giselle had reached a rhythm that had Alyssa bucking her hips into her girlfriend's face.
Each tiny little lick pushed Alyssa further and further into the abyss of bliss. It was so easy not to think when Giselle was such a good licker. And Alyssa knew she had to cum for Giselle. That was what good girlfriends did. They just came, all the time. They let their thoughts slide out of their head and felt the hot, perfect tongue pressing so wonderfully on their needy clits and just surrendered to that hot, steamy pocket of pleasure just aching to be released.
“Oh, Giselle!” Alyssa cried. “Oh, love! I'm gonna—gonna—gonnaaa—!”
Giselle only moaned in response, swallowing up Alyssa's pleasure. Her eyes remained fixated on this girl she had just hypnotized, totally transfixed from enacting her Master's will.
Alyssa came, the bliss rocketing through her body. She squeezed her thighs tight around Giselle's head, her hands digging into the mattress beneath her. Thoughts flew out of her mind, no longer important. Nothing really was nearly as important as having Giselle's tongue on her pussy.
Giselle moved her mouth off the pussy of the moaning beauty.
“So, tonight will be a lingerie party, right? And you'll cancel all the invitations to the guys?”
“It . . . will? I will?”
Purring in rapture, Giselle slid the tip of her tongue across Alyssa's still-trembling clit. Alyssa forgot whatever it was she was going to say.
“Of course you will, sweetie,” Giselle said between licks. “I want it. Don't you deserve to do what I want?”
“Oh yes, Giselle! It's just . . .”
Giselle kissed her clit once more. Drowning in the sensation, Alyssa's thoughts vanished once again.
“Yes, Giselle,” she purred. “Of course, Giselle.”
Anything Giselle wanted. Alyssa would be the best girlfriend ever for Giselle. She could hardly accept anything less.
“There's one more thing I need you to do, sweetie,” Giselle said.
“Yes?”
Giselle held up the remote, biting one lower lip in a hot show of arousal. “Look right here?”
Alyssa just almost recognized that remote. It was an important thing. It was . . . it was doing things, somehow.
“Wait—”
Her voice was quickly drowned out by her girlfriend's commands.
* * * * *
Alyssa was playing with herself in the thick, wide bed where Giselle had adored her pussy only a few hours before, waiting for the clock to read eight forty-five. Some time ago, she had dressed herself completely in her hot yellow lingerie.
This was what Giselle had told her to do, and Alyssa did what Giselle said. Alyssa had to be the best girlfriend on earth so that she could have the best girlfriend on earth. It only made sense. She could only be the best girlfriend if she made Giselle happy, and doing what Giselle said made her happy.
Gorgeous was one of many possible appreciative adjectives to describe the display of Alyssa's breasts inside the skimpy silk halter-top arrangement she had decorating her mouthwatering curves. Two thin strips of yellow stretched down from her neck to the g-string panties and garters at her waist, a long diamond of naked flesh showing from her neck to her belly-button.
Perfectly proportioned abdomen muscles, daily attended to from her rigorous cardio routine, held her tight frame even tighter, her enormous tits practically spilling out of the frail cloth.
Bright, lacy white stockings were on her legs, each notated with little yellow bows right above the knee. They eased down into the tall four-inch designer pump heels that would have cost her over a thousand dollars if she actually paid for them (instead of convincing a “boyfriend” to do that for her). The heels, as tall as they were, made keeping her legs in the air as she fingered her pristinely precious pussy a precarious proposition, but she managed to make it work. Mega-fine girlfriend babes like her were made to wear tall, sexy heels, she knew.
It was eight thirty. The party was due to start at eight. Alyssa knew all the girls in the house had come home on time and were ready to go—she could hear the voices downstairs. And she knew they had all arrived together—Alyssa had ordered them to be punctual. The girls did what Alyssa said. She deserved their obedience, after all, for being so hot and sexy and as wonderful as she was.
All of them, pledges and sorority babes alike, thought there would be boys there tonight—hot guys from all the different fraternities. Hot, rich guys that could decide their whole futures if they really wanted.
They had no idea that Alyssa had not bothered to advertise the party at all that day. They certainly didn't know that Alyssa had taken pains—under Giselle's instruction—to make sure that as far as the campus knew, the sorority was completely closed off for the night.
As the head of the house, all the other frats and sororities called her to invite her girls to different places. They also called to see if they were allowed to attend any events at the Kappa Phi Theta house. Alyssa, of course, had been turning them all down, her fingers in her pussy, gasping and breathing hard as she obeyed again and again with each new phone call.
The clock turned to eight forty four. Alyssa quickly gave herself one more hot cum, her fingers sliding up and down her wet clit, her tiny panties moved to the side.
“Giselle,” she let out. “Ohhh Giselle!”
After several seconds, the peak of the bliss passed, although her body still felt amazing, as if being mas
saged with angel's wings. Gasping and breathing hard, hot juices sliding down her incredible legs, Alyssa strutted over to the mirror, giving herself one last check.
Ravishing.
No, better than that.
Perfect.
She looked perfect for Giselle. Together, they were going to show this sorority exactly who was in charge.
She walked downstairs, but oddly, no one was around. There were noises, like moans and chanting, coming from the study. That was odd—why were the windows into that room closed, all of a sudden? It had been a late-addition to the house, built under Alyssa's tenure as President (for free, of course—the carpenter still sent Alyssa little woodwork hearts every month), which was why the windows were still there at all. Alyssa thought they looked cute.
That was why she made sure everyone knew not to close them. Why have cute indoor windows if they were just shut all the time? Curious, Alyssa approached the room
Just as she did so, Giselle stepped out of it, smiling as she saw Alyssa.
She looked . . . sensational. A gold and red slip covered her incredibly slim, long torso, the front of it made of mesh and lace, cupping and displaying her large tits. The sides were totally transparent and led down into sexy garters that attached to bright red stockings. The contrast of her beautiful dark skin and the hot redness of the lingerie was mesmerizing.
Alyssa squirmed helplessly, looking at her. She loved her so much. Had she told her? She had to tell her.
Right away.
“Hi, love!” she said happily. “You look . . . wow! You look amazing!”
“Oh, yes.” Giselle nodded. “He wouldn't allow anything else.”
A serene smile arrived on Giselle's face, apparently thinking about whoever “he” was. Alyssa felt enormous stabs of jealousy run through her heart.
“You keep saying 'he.'” She put her hands on her delicious hips. “Am I supposed to know who you're talking about?”
Taking one hand, Giselle grinned. “Just come with me.”
Alyssa followed, loving the soft, slender silky feel of Giselle's dark hand.
Heat pressed off the door to the study as purple light flooded beneath it. Alyssa, for some reason, felt herself getting turned on again.
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