by X, Lexie
“Yes.”
Emma nodded to herself. That was her plan - not to actually order Kayla to do anything, but just to make her think certain things. If she continued being a selfish bitch, she’d pursue her wants, consequences be damned…
“And don’t remember that I was here today,” Emma said, before fleeing for the safety of her own house.
She watched Kayla’s house for a paranoid half hour after she let go of the locket, but there seemed to be no reaction. After a long period of self-doubt, Emma decided to creep back over and check for herself.
She looked in window after window until she finally peered under a hastily shut curtain and saw Kayla in the living room. Her jaw dropped - the former model had her legs out on the glass book club table, and she was masturbating! Moving to get a better angle, Emma saw the television. Kayla was watching two naked women making out…
Returning to her own house in a daze, Emma took one last look up and down the street, and then slammed her door.
It had actually worked…
Lydia showed up not long after for their afternoon hang-out, wearing a tight-fitting green shirt that showed off her large breasts rather nicely.
“You seem flustered again,” the brunette immediately pointed out, returning from the kitchen with two glasses of wine. “What did that bitch say to you?”
“Who?” Emma asked, suddenly on edge.
“Kayla. I saw you go over there.”
Mortified, Emma gulped her wine.
“That bad?” Lydia asked.
Emma decided she wasn’t going to get out of this one without a little grain of truth, and, besides, she actually wanted to talk about it with her best friend. “I went down on Kayla…”
Lydia stared at her, her brown eyes wide. “You what?”
“I…” Emma paused, taking another gulp. “I ate Kayla out.”
“She made you eat her out?” Lydia asked, incredulous.
Emma decided to go with that, rather than try to explain the much worse scenario. “Yeah.”
“That bitch! Let’s fucking call the cops!”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Emma pleaded, seeing the situation spiral out of control. “I actually kind of enjoyed it.”
Lydia quieted almost immediately, and began looking at her with a strange curiosity. “You did?”
“Yeah, just please don’t tell anyone. I know this won’t happen again, so if we just don’t say anything, it won’t matter.”
“I guess it’s up to you… but…”
“But what?”
“I’m kind of jealous.”
Emma laughed. “Of being blackmailed?”
Lydia sipped her wine with a smile. “No. I love getting eaten out.”
“Oh…”
They made small talk and drank more wine for the next hour or so, shedding clothes piece by piece with thinly veiled excuses. It wasn’t long before they were in just their underwear again, watching television, drinking wine, and sitting close on the couch.
“I’m so glad we can hang out like this…” Lydia said after their fourth glass of wine. “It’s really nice not having to be all done up all day.”
“Yeah… and masturbating whenever we feel like it,” Emma giggled, deeply buzzed. She’d drank a little more than she’d wanted. They both knew exactly what was going to happen between them, and her anticipation of it was a little different without the element of absolute control. She could have Lydia forget if she needed, surely, but that was a last ditch option if something went horribly wrong… and, secretly, she wanted this to happen. It seemed right, somehow, to do it with her best friend rather than a comatose Kayla…
“Speaking of whenever we feel like…” Lydia gave a buzzed smile and lay her hand on Emma’s tummy.
Emma slid her hand down Lydia’s tummy, already excited.
In short order, they had their hands under each other’s panties again, rubbing and fingering the ways they liked. Emma was surprised at how quickly they’d learned each other’s favorite techniques - communicating with her best friend was really easy. That was why she already knew what Lydia was going to ask, once they were both breathing heavily and heated up.
“Hey…” the brunette breathed, looking over.
“Yeah,” Emma said with a smile, moving down to the floor.
Lydia laughed and squeezed her legs together to help the easing off of her panties. She breathed deep in anticipation as the panties hit the floor, and she spread her legs.
Aroused as hell, drunk, and really enjoying herself, Emma shared a disbelieving laugh with her best friend, and then grabbed her thighs and moved in.
Lydia’s lips were a bit more pronounced than Kayla’s, but the brunette was practically soaked. Her responsive emotions were as intoxicating as her sharp scent - Emma kissed around her mound, teasing and smiling up.
“You bitch!” Lydia said happily, arching up in protest.
She made a little ‘guilty as charged’ expression, and then, unable to resist any long herself, she licked up Lydia’s left lip and down her right. The brunette shivered, and she took a deep lick up.
“So good…” Lydia breathed.
Eager, Emma penetrated her best friend with her tongue and then licked up repeatedly, drinking in her intimate flavor. She tasted much different from Kayla, but the flavor was still very much that of pussy, and Emma found herself enjoying it immensely. Even better, the body under her mouth and the thighs under her hands responded with every little motion…
But Lydia was already bucking and moaning low. A gush of juices wetted Emma’s chin, and she realized her friend was getting off. She kept up her effort, wishing the experience had lasted longer…
Lydia sighed and touched her hair. “That was amazing… I’m so horny, it’s ridiculous.”
Emma got up and sat on the couch, putting on a good face to hide her inexplicable disappointment.
“Don’t be stupid,” Lydia said with a wicked grin, seeing right through her. “I’m going to do you, don’t worry.”
Pleasantly surprised, Emma watched as her beautiful friend got on her knees between her legs. “Oh… but I thought you’ve never gone farther…”
“I haven’t,” Lydia replied, looking up at her. “But I think we’re close enough to do whatever we want.”
Emma bit her lip, fighting a huge smile, and Lydia gently pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then off. The brunette slid her hands up and parted her legs, sharing excited glances on her way in.
She couldn’t help but feel Lydia seemed insanely beautiful for some reason… her best friend kept looking up at her as she licked, at first hesitant and exploring, then growing more enthusiastic… they maintained eye contact almost the entire time. Emma automatically began squeezing her own tits, adding her note to the pleasure Lydia’s tongue was pushing through her.
Instead of her mind going blank, her eye contact and emotional exchange with her best friend seemed to keep her right there in the moment, rolling against her mouth and watching her glistening tongue going to work. The moist muscle seemed to shock pure bliss into her nerves. She felt engaged in a way that hadn’t been possible when Bailey went down on her, nervous and unemotional as that had been…
She felt the heat push up into her chest, and then spread out into her limbs, and then she took a deep breath, held it - and orgasm tore through her. Lydia smiled as she licked, their eyes still locked.
She couldn’t help but let out her deep breath as an accidental squeal of pleasure.
And then suddenly all stops seemed off, and she squeezed Lydia’s head with her thighs, and the brunette licked harder and faster, spiking her orgasm to unbelievable heights - and still they looked at each other, sharing every moment.
Her internal clenching had hardly begun to fade before Lydia was climbing up and pressing her naked body against her, breasts against tits, soaked crotch against thigh - and lips against lips.
They kissed without a single hesitation, trading tongues and grasping at e
ach other’s soft bodies desperately. They rolled over on the couch, and Lydia pressed on top of her, their warm bodies pressing together.
“Fuck …” Lydia breathed between deep kisses.
“I know…!” Emma said back, overwhelmed.
The brunette maneuvered their legs, and humped her thigh as they made out. They tangled up a bit, and then Emma found a good position for Lydia to put pressure with her leg, and they writhed together, their desperate breaths mingling between intense kisses.
Totally caught up, Emma let the pressure against her mound fill her with pleasure, even as she pressed her own thigh up against Lydia, enjoying the heated wet folds against her skin.
It seemed like all of her nerves were on overdrive. Every touch, caress, kiss, and press went straight to her lower body like some sort of electricity. Lydia leaned back to leverage their sexes against each other’s thighs harder, and Emma felt two hands grip her sides to assist.
Practically fucking each other now, Emma brought her hands up to squeeze Lydia’s large bouncing breasts, pulling her nipples the way she knew her best friend liked. The brunette gave her a naughty smile and thrust harder, and they both struggled to keep going steadily as their second orgasms approached.
Shuddering with the pleasure leaping through her, Emma couldn’t help but moan a little bit, and she saw Lydia’s naughty smile grow wider - so she moaned louder. Lydia let out a little mewl of her own, and they both let go, moaning and screaming as they thrust against each other.
And then, panting, recovering, they separated, sitting on the couch in a daze.
Lydia picked up her wine glass and took a sip. “That was intense.”
Emma took an entire gulp of hers. “Um, yeah…”
“Want to keep going?” the brunette asked suddenly, looking over at her.
“Yeah…” Emma replied, excited. “And this won’t ruin our friendship?”
Lydia shook her head. “Hell no, this is the best friendship ever.”
They laughed, and then took turns going to the bathroom and recovering.
Making a run to the kitchen for more wine, Lydia returned and sat next to her, still naked and excited. “What do you want to do now?”
Too energized to really put it into words, Emma just put her hands on her best friend’s body, feeling up and down her smooth and heated skin, squeezing her breasts and ass. “Did you like licking me?”
Lydia pulled her close and explored Emma’s body in kind. “I did. You taste really good. Did you?”
Blushing happily, Emma nodded. “I loved it.”
Donning that naughty smile again, Lydia gave her a mischievous look, and then pushed her back down on the couch and slid a pillow under her head. Ecstatic, Emma helped Lydia climb on top of her and turn around on the couch.
“I can’t believe we’re sixty-nine-ing,” Emma laughed, as her friend scooted backwards.
Lydia shook her ass above Emma’s head, and a few drops fell from her soaked sex onto her face. “I know, right?” Lydia said, turning her head back to speak to her friend between her legs. “But fuck, this all feels incredible.”
Emma nodded and bit her friend’s thigh gently, eliciting another shake. She slid her hands up on top of Lydia’s ass cheeks to get a firm grip, adjusted her head on the pillow… and happily began licking, even as Lydia’s tongue made contact and began flooding her with pleasure again.
***
Chapter 4
Each day after, their afternoon hangouts involved sitting around naked, drinking wine, and random bouts of sex. The heat and passion between them only seemed to grow; punctuated by periods of fun conversation and laughter whenever the lusty spark between them needed a break.
Emma thought about it every night when she lay in bed, anticipating the next day and dreading the inevitable conversation she knew was coming. The situation was complicated, certainly, but one thing was clear: she and Lydia were not just best friends fooling around, not anymore. If they were going to get through this, it would have to start with honesty about their feelings.
She even considered telling Lydia about the locket that had started everything, but hadn’t yet made up her mind by the time the next book club rolled around.
She entered Kayla’s open door with some apprehension, wondering if the evil queen bee would somehow guess what had happened… but the circle of women in the living room seemed as normal as ever.
Lydia was there, smiling warmly from across the table, and Emma blushed and smiled back. Julie, the redheaded internet-company-guy’s wife, sat on the couch next to Kayla. She was second-in-command of the evil hierarchy, if one looked at it that way, and quite happy to distribute dagger glares as often as possible. She noted the interaction between Emma and Lydia with an obvious disdain.
And there was Sue, the ‘nice’ housewife, who never bothered anyone and stayed mainly neutral. On the second couch brought into the living room for this occasion, she tugged at her blonde curls and remained mostly oblivious to the proceedings. Emma sat next to her, apart from the two or three other housewives she was only partially familiar with. The group was larger than this, but not everyone came to every book club.
They discussed the book for a bit, but Emma felt rather tuned out. She kept exchanging glances with Lydia, and noticing thinly veiled snide remarks from Julie every so often. Kayla seemed not to notice at all, too busy leading and administrating and feeling smarter than everyone else…
And, of course, there was copious wine. That was the best part of book club - the wine and gossip that took over after the token book discussion.
As the group passed into buzzed territory, the conversations grew more focused on laughter and gossip about the women on the street who weren’t part of their circle. Emma listened and watched with masked disappointment; everything seemed to be in order. If Kayla had seduced one of the housewives, they certainly weren’t showing it.
Faced with a table of empty wine glasses, a few of the women went to the kitchen for more, and the loud giggles and whispered gossip stayed centered there. Kayla and Julie had gone off in a different direction in the house, talking about potential Halloween decorations for the neighborhood. The month was still young, but they always jumped on things early… as another method of control, Emma suddenly realized. It was curious how much more aware she was, now that she had power herself…
With the rest of the group elsewhere, Lydia came over and sat on their couch, on the other side of Sue.
“Do you want to sit next to…?” Sue asked politely.
Lydia gave her a momentary strange look, quick enough to be invisible to anyone but Emma. “No, that’s fine, I just felt weird sitting all the way over there when we’re the only ones in the room.”
“Ah.”
They sat uncomfortably for a moment, while Emma wondered what motives lurked behind Sue’s slight discomfort. She remembered that Kayla had been back-talking them, saying they were probably lesbians - had the vindictive model turned up her gossip heat in response to her own sudden hypnosis-induced fantasies?
“Hey, Lydia, let’s go see what Kayla and Julie are doing,” she suggested, projecting nonchalance, but hoping to hear a damning conversation.
“Ok,” Lydia replied with a suppressed smile, her tone a little too eager.
Between them, Sue blushed. Her emotions were always clearly evident on her face, and Emma took that as confirmation of rumors being spread - but there was nothing to do about that now.
She patted the outside of her jeans pocket where her locket was stashed, and then led Lydia up the stairs, making sure nobody else saw them - Sue wouldn’t say anything, but the other housewives were hardly as polite.
In the secluded upstairs hallway, Lydia pulled her against the wall. “This is kinky,” the brunette whispered, grinning widely. “In Kayla’s house?”
Emma felt a slight rush of heat at her best friend’s closeness, and she had the sudden urge to - but, no, she was on a mission. “No way, we’ll get caught,” she w
hispered. “I want to listen to them talking, see if we can get some dirt…”
“Oh.” Lydia’s eyes angled up and down for a moment, reading her face. “Okay…”
As she pulled away, Emma pulled her back and kissed her once quickly on the lips. “Then we’ll see what we can get away with.”
Lydia grinned, satisfied with that answer.
Leading the way, Emma crept further down the hall, toward the bedrooms at the end - the bedrooms she’d had Kayla hypnotized in, just a few days ago. The light was on in the master bedroom, and the door sat slightly ajar. Hanging back around the corner, ready to slide into the closet behind them, they could hear Julie speaking quietly and furiously.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am,” came Kayla’s haughty reply. “And you know I can say any number of things to ruin your life around here. You’re my friend, so I don’t want to have to do that.”
“But… but…” Julie’s voice took on a hint of panic. “Why?”
“It’s my new plan for the group,” Kayla explained, compassionless. “Think about it. None of our husbands are satisfying us. It’s time to take that into our own hands.”
“What, by going down on each other?” Julie whispered, almost frantic.
Lydia turned and gave a shocked and disbelieving grin. Emma put a hand to her own mouth, suppressing a laugh. This was better than she’d ever hoped - Kayla must have taken her a little too literally, not just seducing the women in the book club, but also at the book club! They could still hear the others gossiping downstairs in the kitchen…
“Oh, no, not each other,” Kayla continued. “You go down on me.”
“I…”
“And they go down on you,” the model interrupted. “We’re just adding a little much-needed servicing to our little hierarchy. Now you have a choice. Do you want to be second at the top, or do you want to be on the bottom? I’ll tell you right now, those fucking lesbians are going to be spending a lot of time face down in pussy servicing everyone. Well, which is it, Julie? Do you want to be on top servicing me, or beneath even Lydia and Emma?”
Lydia looked back at her again, a little angry. Emma put a hand on her arm, empathizing.
