by X, Lexie
Lydia moved right in front of her, standing where she couldn’t look away, and wearing only her jeans. “Go ahead.”
Gwen snorted. “Very funny.”
She cupped her large breasts, squeezing them lightly. She’d crafted the perfect mix of accusation, self-doubt, and plea for exactly this moment. “Why did you want to go bra shopping with a strange woman you found attractive?”
Mixed emotions crossed the blonde’s delicate face as she replayed her memories - and visibly doubted her own intent.
Lydia could almost see the woman wondering at her own motives… motives subtly reframed by her words. She’d just barely twisted everything Gwen had said and done… recasting her as a woman who’d been attracted, somewhere deep inside, and chosen to come to this half-naked and very private situation, with lots of touching and… “You can play with them,” she said, driving the point home. “I don’t mind.”
Gwen’s chest rose and fell with nervous heavy breaths. “I don’t… I’ve never…”
“It’s just us girls. I bet you’ve never felt breasts this different from your own.”
“I’ve never felt… breasts… at all.” Her face burned crimson, but she didn’t back away.
“Sure you did, when you were checking the way my bra fit. It’s not a big deal, not even enough for you to notice you’ve already felt me up quite a bit.”
Gwen made another little noise of confusion.
“You’re leaving me hanging here,” Lydia joked.
Laughing and calming slightly at the continuation of their earlier flirtatious energy, Gwen stepped forward an inch. “Yeah, screw it, why not? I’m not getting any younger here.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Gulping, Gwen brought her hands forward, unthinkingly baring her own firm breasts.
As her heart leapt and her body surged with heat, Lydia struggled to stay calm and collected. The wispy blonde’s fingers found the curves of her breasts, exploring lightly.
“They’re so big,” Gwen breathed. “And I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
Lydia made no response, her focus on the kneading hands on her chest. Fingers found one of her nipples and touched it gently.
“It got harder,” Gwen said with a small laugh.
“Um, yeah,” Lydia quipped between breaths. “That’s what they do when you’re turned on…”
“Oh, should I stop?” Gwen teased.
“Hell no…”
The blonde smirked. Spurred on by their shared energy, she began kneading and squeezing harder, her eyes locked on the breasts underneath her hands.
Squirming against the rising pressure between her legs, Lydia couldn’t help but speak her thoughts. “You should use your tongue…”
Gwen pulled back, blinking, as if suddenly realizing she was in over her head.
Before the blonde could speak, Lydia grabbed the locket in her jeans pocket again, sighing. She used her free hand to place Gwen’s hands back on her breasts. “Forget the last thing I said.”
She let go, and Gwen continued playing with her breasts, fascinated all over again.
“Does that… feel good?” the blonde asked, after a minute or two of entranced kneading.
Lydia nodded, breathing heavily. “Mind if I touch yours?”
“It’s only fair,” Gwen joked, gulping. She dropped her arms.
Bringing her hands up slowly, Lydia touched her breasts as gently as she could, intent on keeping her comfortable. “They’re so firm…”
“Yeah, but they’re not huge like yours,” Gwen replied, reddening slightly. “I bet the guys are all over you.”
“I’m a lesbian, actually,” Lydia replied, without thinking.
Gwen stiffened. “Oh.” She immediately stepped back.
Lydia sighed and touched the locket in her pocket again. Repositioning the woman forward, she ordered her to forget, wondering how many times she’d have to edit herself… but loving the strange thrill she felt every time she used the power.
“Yeah, the guys love them,” Lydia said instead, resuming kneading the woman’s firm breasts. “And girls are always asking to touch them, too.”
Gwen laughed. “So this happens to you all the time, huh?”
Lydia made sure to lock eyes with her as she smiled. “They ask all the time. I didn’t say I’ve ever let them before.”
“So… I’m…?”
“I just finally got curious,” Lydia completed her unspoken question. “Don’t you ever get curious?”
Her breathing running deep from the stimulation of her chest, Gwen seemed to hesitate, redden, and then… “Maybe,” she admitted.
Running high on the locket’s control, Lydia decided to start having fun with it. “So… do you want to lick my pussy?”
Gwen’s neck suddenly ran a deep, fiery red. Drawing in a deep breath, her eyes locked on Lydia’s in surprise, but she didn’t respond immediately. “I think I better go,” she finally said, pulling away from the kneading hands on her breasts.
Grinning, Lydia touched the locket again, and reset the situation. She considered what to say this time… and then let go of the locket.
Instead of saying anything, she slid her hands up Gwen’s soft, bare shoulders, and then pushed her down to her knees.
Flustered, the blonde looked up in confusion.
Lydia began unbuttoning her pants.
Gwen looked down, watching the brunette’s hands, frozen like a deer in headlights.
Intently, she pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, leaving herself naked, her soaked crotch bare in front of Gwen’s face. The indecision and confusion in her delicate features brought Lydia an exotic, exquisite pleasure.
“I, uh, better go,” she finally breathed, moving to stand.
Lydia crouched down and touched the locket in her discarded jeans.
Gwen’s face fell neutral again.
She sighed, considering how to proceed. The blonde sat on her knees, blankly staring ahead, her firm breasts and flat tummy alluring and bare. Controlling her brought a strange, sharp excitement. Was this what Emma had been feeling the past few weeks?
Unable to resist her dark urges, she held the locket and moved close, sliding a hand down soft skin, under jeans, straight to her panties. Rubbing firmly, she carefully watched the entranced blonde’s body react to her ministrations.
Over a few minutes’ stimulation, her skin flushed, her breathing deepened, and her panties grew damp.
Satisfied that she’d brought the woman to a deep level of arousal, Lydia ordered her to forget saying she had to go, and then moved back and hid the locket behind her jeans.
Faced with a naked woman standing in front of her again, Gwen’s face screwed up with a visible internal struggle.
Looking down at the conflict, Lydia smiled, filled with a predatory sense of enjoyment. The blonde was obviously hesitant, even resistant to the idea, but she was so deeply, painfully turned on…
Quivering a little, her expression full of disbelief and defeat, Gwen slowly reached out a shaking hand to touch bare thigh.
Lydia moved a bit of the blonde’s wispy hair back, caressing her lightly before placing her hand on the back of her head. The move made it clear who was in control.
Trembling, Gwen moved forward on her knees, her eyes on the shaven sex in front of her. She kissed the soft skin around it once to the left, once to the right, and once above…
Lydia adjusted her legs, widening her stance slightly.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Gwen breathed, staring at glistening pink lips.
Instead of replying, Lydia just pulled her head forward gently.
Gwen kissed just above her mound, and then again a little lower, kissing her way down slick lips. “Oh my god…” she sighed, still full of disbelief.
Lydia shivered at the warm breath against her sex, and increased her hand’s pressure on the back of the blonde’s head.
Gwen made a soft mewling noise of defeat, and finally sli
pped out her tongue. The moist muscle slid between labia and then flattened on its way up; her first lick made both women sigh.
The barrier finally crossed, Gwen seemed to accept the fact that she was licking pussy. Her body relaxed. She began lapping, taking long, flat licks from the very bottom to the very top, her eyes wide with the new tastes, textures, and sensations.
Lydia began taking deeper breaths, full of excitement from her conquest, and riding the pleasure from the woman’s tongue. She gripped her hair a little tighter whenever she got it right, and they soon found a rhythm.
Gwen brought her hands up impulsively, gripping the back of Lydia’s thighs, licking more eagerly.
Both women froze as a conversation floated near their changing room. In a nearby stall, two girls chatted, laughing and talking about their clothes.
Slowly withdrawing her tongue, Gwen licked her lips a few times with a dismayed realization. "I… don't think this is really for me," she whispered.
While the girls a few feet over tried on clothes, oblivious, Lydia tightened her grip slightly and whispered her reply. "Keep going, it feels really good."
The blonde leaned in, licked deeply once, twice more, eliciting a sigh… but then she pulled back again. "Sorry," she said quietly, trying not to be overheard. "I mean, you're so pretty, and this was all really hot and fun, and I'll certainly have a story to tell over wine someday…"
Lydia could only glare flatly back at her incredibly resistant 'conquest.' Every step of the way had taken multiple tries, and even getting her this far had required a hypnotized rub to get her warmed up to the point where she made bad decisions… where was the surrender? The growing passion? Most women just needed an excuse to let go of their inhibitions, an excuse to immerse themselves in the pleasures of the female body…
Was Gwen really just… straight?
Lydia looked the gorgeous woman's half-naked body over, still finding her painfully attractive. Something dark in her rose up with a strange fury, and she felt an incredible desire to grab the locket and just make her… she could envision commanding the blonde with whispered frustration, to just lick my pussy already, and - more than that - she wanted to control her, dominate her utterly, to command her to masturbate thinking about women, to go to a bar and pick up young girls every night… she felt the fiery urge to just order the thin, wispy blonde to be a lesbian!
Gwen stood and dressed calmly, her grace dispelling any awkwardness that might have risen between them.
Lydia could only sigh, and get dressed herself. The gorgeous woman really was in control of, and one with, her sexuality. Using the locket to completely warp her personality seemed incredibly dark and wrong… no matter how strong the urge was, or how much the thought turned her on. She wondered if her arousal was literally going to soak through her jeans, making the walk out of the store one of haste and embarrassment…
Gwen adjusted her wispy hair, looking every bit the poised and graceful woman browsing back at the bookstore. She smiled and moved for the door - but stopped for a second. "Hey," she asked, turning back. "What do you eat usually?"
"Really just wine and candy," Lydia replied, half-smiling at her own terrible diet. "Why?"
Gwen slowly ran her tongue between her pouting lips, and smirked. "You taste really good…" She departed, leaving her charged comment hanging in the air.
Lydia's leg twitched, her heart racing with the sheer effort of restraining her arousal. A few minutes of oral sex from a gorgeous straight blonde, the high of control from the locket… her body felt on fire. She really had no willpower left to resist the urge to use the locket.
The two girls still chattered in the next changing room.
Pressing her legs together to resist the pressure, she knocked. "Hello?"
A moment of shuffling later, a young blonde girl opened the door a crack and peeked out. "Yes…?"
Seeing the girl's hair color - her favorite - Lydia smiled.
She gripped the locket in one hand, and the blonde's face immediately went neutral. Pushing inside, she found a surprised redhead - but that girl also went into a trance as soon as she looked over.
"How old are you two?" she asked, a little concerned.
"Nineteen," answered the blonde.
"Twenty," said the redhead.
She closed the door gently behind her. "Good, good…"
Both girls were fairly average, with a few notable qualities. The redhead's cheeks were curved in just such a way as to beautifully frame her green eyes; the blonde girl's pouty lips were sharply sexual.
"Ever been with a girl sexually?"
"No," they both answered.
Her smile widened into a predatory grin. "Ever fantasized about it?"
"Yes."
She eyed them for a moment, full of hunger and arousal, immensely excited. "Ever fantasized… about each other?"
"Yes," the both answered.
She moved to sit on the small room's bench, pulling down her pants. Even the brief interlude had left her panties soaked. "Alright, well here's your chance. You'll both do what I say going forward. Both of you will get naked, lick my pussy, and then you can play with each other. But be quiet about it."
She put the locket away.
Both girls immediately began undressing, staying absolutely silent.
She licked her lips as their breasts and trimmed slits came into view, feeling darkly predatory and hungry. She glanced up, and realized that both girls had looks of confusion and alarm in their eyes - but neither was able to speak, or stop.
She couldn't help but draw in a deep, excited breath. Her commands had been taken literally, and created an unexpected consequence - the girls were being quiet and doing as she told them to, but she hadn't ordered them to like it or want it - they were aware, thinking, and conscious, but unable to stop!
That realization brought a surge of wetness between her legs, even as the wide-eyed, terrified redhead got on her knees, approached the bench, and leaned in without hesitation.
Tongue out as far as it would go, she slid it in until her soft chin was pressed fully against glistening lips.
Lydia trembled, a surge of pleasure shooting through her desperate body.
The redhead flattened her tongue and lapped her exposed clit, her mouth and chin already soaked. Her eyes seemed full of panic and confusion.
Lydia rubbed her hair gently, looking to the blonde, who sat on her hands and knees watching and waiting - her eyes even more confused. "Your turn."
The redhead leaned back so her friend could lean in.
The blonde took a different route, opting to suck each engorged labia in turn, bringing each one out with her pouty lips.
"Amazing," Lydia breathed. "Now you two make out for a bit, taste me on each other's tongues."
The scene might have been strange in any other context - two girls with panicked expressions making out, faces glistening with pussy juices - but Lydia was far too turned by the thought of the two girls trapped in their own heads, experiencing it all without any control…
"I can't take it anymore," she panted. "You - get me off. I want to come against your face."
Her eyes brimming with tears, the redhead leaned in again, returning to her work.
"Use your fingers, too," Lydia ordered. "On my G spot."
The girl complied, naturally knowing what to do.
"You," Lydia addressed the blonde. "Lie on your back, under her - lick her while she licks me."
She complied as well - and there might have been a hint of relief in her eyes… or… excitement?
Lydia watched carefully for signs that the girls were giving in and enjoying the experience. Even as pleasure surged through her from the redhead's lapping tongue and rubbing fingers, she tried to keep focused on their reactions… squirming, trembling, and lifting up against the redhead's face, she thought she caught the exact moment the girl's eyes went from terrified to subtly interested…
And, of course, her body was reacting to her friend's tong
ue… the closer to orgasm she grew, the more her tonguing and fingering seemed to become authentic.
Lydia leaned back, an incredible orgasm about to thunder through her body. She envisioned Gwen's face between her legs, eagerly licking her to orgasm - she imagined what was going through the redhead's mind as the girl gave in and enjoyed what was happening - and she understood the dark appeal of the locket's power, and its influence over Emma.
Her muscles tensing up, her body shaking with a surge of pleasure that threatened to numb her thoughts, she felt herself gush on the redhead's face. The bliss crackled through her like electricity for a few moments longer, until she finally collapsed against the bench.
Released from her direct order to make the strange woman come on her face, the redhead immediately turned away.
Lydia reached for the locket in fear… but paused.
The girl hadn't turned to escape. Instead, she rotated above her blonde friend, and the two girls gripped wildly at each other's ass cheeks, pulling their pussies and mouths closer together, rolling around in an incredibly heated sixty-nine.
Mouth agape, Lydia recovered from powerful orgasm and watched in silent surprise.
Breasts pressing into tummies, tongues desperately lapping against clits, noses pressed deep between folds, thighs gripping each other's heads, the two girls went at it with frenzied passion. It didn't take long for them to grow sweaty, and then orgasm against each other's mouths… but they just kept right at it, expressing some powerful long-repressed attraction.
Dressing quietly so as not to disturb them, Lydia slipped out of the changing room - reminded very strongly of how passionate she and Emma had been when their relationship was new…
***
Chapter 3
"I don't think we should use the locket anymore."
Emma frowned. "What? Why?"
"It's… well it's not evil, per se, I don't think," Lydia replied, still shaken. "But that power itself is so dark… so corrupting… I wanted to do bad things."
Sliding up to her on the bed, Emma grinned. "What kind of bad things?"
