Saturday, May 16, 2009
“Wow.” That was Ashley’s response for almost a minute after Judy related her story about what happened that evening. She stared at the bed she was sitting on, as if gathering her thoughts and trying to figure out how to respond.
“So now you know why I was acting so weird tonight.”
“Definitely. Judes, I’m so sorry about how I acted. Here you were, someone trying to blackmail you, and all I could think about was sex. I guess since I moved in with you, I kinda have a one-track mind, huh?”
“It’s ok, Ash. I’ve encouraged it with my little one-woman show I’ve been putting on for a month. So the only question is, what should I do?”
“Are you asking me?”
“Babe, you’re my anchor of reality here. Everything else seems like a dream, or a nightmare, I haven’t decided which.”
“Ok, let’s think this through. I guess the way to start is to ask ‘What does Judy want?’”
“What do you mean?”
Ashley grasped Judy’s hand and pulled her down onto the bed. Sitting across from her, Ashley looked right into her friend’s eyes.
“What do you really want to happen here? I know you hate wearing clothes, and you’ve been a secret nudist over the past month. Have you missed wearing clothes at all?”
“Um, no. Not until tonight.”
“Leave aside the blackmail for a minute. I’m not asking if you’re angry at those girls or not. I’m asking you, over the past month, have you ever really wanted to cover up at all?”
“No, not really.”
“Even tonight, when you feel threatened, do you have any real desire to put on clothes?”
She thought for a few seconds, shook her head, breathed a sigh, and answered “No, not really.”
“You sort of hinted at this in your story, but I’ll ask you straight out. When Amanda was playing with your pussy, whispering in your ear, what images were going through your head?”
She hung her head, and muttered “Throwing away my clothes.”
“What? I couldn’t hear you, sweetie.”
“I said that I was imagining throwing away my clothes. Or burning them, really. Crossing the bridge into full-time nudity and burning the bridge behind me.”
“And of course, you do realize that with the school rules being the way they are, it would be open season on you? You think you get fucked a lot now? Wait till word gets out that you voluntarily and publicly burned all your clothes and declared yourself a full-time nudist. If you don’t get royally screwed at least four times a day, I’d be shocked. Did you think about that while Amanda was touching you?”
“Yes, I did. That picture in my head was what finally brought me off.”
“Right now, while we’re talking, the thought of going all the way is getting you wet, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Do you feel like touching yourself, right now?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Well, don’t. That’s my job.”
And with that, Ashley jumped on top of her roommate and pinned her arms down above her head. She then held her arms with one hand while her other hand started wandering all over Judy’s body. She could probably have thrown her off if she really wanted to and tried, but when Ash’s finger lightly brushed against her labia, all the fight left her.
Months of experimenting in lesbian loving had given both girl skills in mercilessly arousing the other, and Ashley was using every trick she knew to bring her to climax. Like Amanda before, Ashley started whispering wicked little thoughts into her ear, which combined with the gentle and knowing fingers turned Judy’s pussy from slightly damp to dripping in just a few seconds. “Oh, baby, I hate to tell you this, but I totally agree with those other girls. You were born to be an Absolute, and I’m going to help you be one. You need to be naked, Judy, all the time, everywhere. Showing off that gorgeous little body, getting fucked several times a day. You’d better not come, sweetie. If you do, I’ll know that you really want to lose this, and I will personally lock up all your clothes until we’re ready to burn them in the courtyard. Judy the Nudie. I like the sound of that!”
It didn’t take much more than that, and Judy exploded in orgasm, buttocks and thighs clenching and relaxing as her juices soaked Ashley’s hand. It took almost a minute before her heart started to slow down from jackhammer speed, and she got coherent enough to speak.
“Did. . .did. . .you really mean that? About helping them?”
Ashley gave her an irritated look, like Judy had said something really foolish, and responded, “Of course not, babe. I admit that it’s a nice fantasy. I agree with them in their goal of getting you naked, but not the means. If they’d just come to you and asked you to do this, I’d be all for it. But blackmail, trying to force you into doing something you’re not ready for? NO! Not MY best friend!”
“But. . .what you said while you were touching me?”
“That was to get you off. I could see that you were getting horny, and I wanted you to think with a clear head, not letting your pussy think for you. We’re going to beat these bitches, and here’s my idea. . .”
Posted By Keith At 6:05 PM • Comments (1)
Oooooo the suspense!!!!
Comment By Blatant Coward At 8/13/2009 5:21 PM