This is a re-telling of another author’s story. If you want to read the original click here.
Everyone thinks that guys are the only ones that are easy to attract, Brielle would prove that theory wrong once again. Pulling her sunglasses over her head, she walks over to the girl sitting in the corner. Brielle has seen her at this cafe for weeks now, but it wasn’t until she notices the lesbian sticker on the corner of her laptop that she decides to do something.
Before the latest push of sexual liberalism, Brielle and people like her would have to use secret codes and look for subtle hints in a person’s behavior to find their prey, but now they plastered their signs everywhere letting all the wolves like her know where to hunt.
And what a pretty little lamb this girl was. Small frame sporting an athletic body. Brielle thinks she remembers her being on the track team or something like that. No matter how fast she could run, Brielle would have her eating out the palm of her hands. Or just eating her out.
The Drow girl’s skin was a beautiful seafoam with deep red eyes. Her short pink was shaved on one side and rolled over to the other side just past her ear. She wasn’t sure if pink was her natural color or not, but it was the right choice either way.
What was also a good choice was her flannel button-up, blue jeans with boots. Totally killing that traditional butch vibe with her new age twist. The studded nose ring paired with her lip ring is hot and Brielle just has to see if she is as good as advertised.
“By the Gods! I love your rainbow sticker,” Brielle says approaching the Drow’s table. Her Candy red eyes lift to Brielle slowly, and Brielle loves how long it takes for her to meet her gaze. That’s right, eat up every inch of her with your eyes. All of this is yours for the taking
“Thanks, it’s a pretty neat sticker,” the Drow’s voice is dark and mysterious, just like Brielle likes them. She runs her fingers through her hair and Brielle can tell that she is nervous. She doesn’t know what to say. Brielle didn’t tag her for the shy type.
“Do you mind if I sit here while I wait on my order?”
“No, go ahead,” The Drow says looking around, but she can see her gulp when Brielle moves her seat next to hers. Once seated, Brielle leans over and extends her hand.
“I’m Brielle by the way.”
“Kristin,” The Drow says taking her hand and giving a firm shake. Kristin, now that’s a name Brielle can see herself screaming.
“Whatcha working on?” Kristin says setting her purse down next to Kristin’s laptop. She hopes that she will see her fuzzy key chain of her Moumou, her favorite anime character, or maybe her Geology book and hint at her love of rock formation. Anything to help the conversation.
Kristin tells her about how she is working on a big history report for a class she has. Luckily for her, Brielle took the same class last year and is more than forthcoming with points and resources for the First Great War. Brielle’s hard work pays off when Kristin smiles at her. Her wonky canine teeth are cute and she can tell that Kristin is ashamed of them. Brielle doesn’t know why, they make her more attractive, not less.
Brielle’s name is called and she retrieves her latte and returns to Kristin’s side. After a few moments of sipping and sharing information, Brielle gains access to her direct line and social media info. Tingles travel through her as she locks in her information and starts to calculate plans.
Brielle giggles at the hundredth time Kristin grumbles at going clothes shopping.
“Come on you big grump,” Brielle pulls her into the thrifty store. The lingering smell of life regrets and antique clothes clings to this place. The mix of employees that are too young to know anything about clothes that ended up here and the absolute treasure of what is left behind leaves a scent most would hate, but Brielle has learned to love.
Kristin’s hand is held in a death grip as Brielle leads her around the store, she leads her to the back where there are a few first-era clothing but mostly second-era in stock. The dresses and tassels of the second era are great, but nothing beats the classics, especially when Brielle cosplays as her favorite fantasy characters.
Brielle comes across a green and brown first-era dress that is to die for. The gown more than likely was the uniform of a bar winch, but Brielle wants it. Pulling it off the rack, she can hear Kristin smack her lips.
“You don’t like?” Brielle says holding it up next to her.
“No,” Kristin twist her face to show her disgust with it.
“What about now?” Brielle says pulling the gown up to her and giving a sexy grin.
“It’s better, but I would never wear anything like that. Couldn’t imagine it touching my skin.” Brielle giggles.
“Would you like to bet on that?” Brielle can see the gears turning.
“What would be the bet?”
“I bet,” Brielle says walking sinfully close to Kristen. Kristin forgets the rack behind her and has to reach out and grab it to keep it from falling. “I can get you to put this on.”
“What do I get for winning,” Kristin says trying to steady her breathing.
“Anything you want.” Kristin rolls her neck and tries to smooth herself out. “But when I win, I get whatever I want.”
“Deal,” Kristin is quick to answer. Brielle sticks her hands out and before Kristin can take her hand, she pulls back.
“If you shake my hand, there is no taking it back.”
“I’m aware,” Kristin says reaching across Brielle to take her hand and shake it. Oh, she was so easy. Brielle walks over to the other side of the shop and finds costumes. When she makes it to the more erotic section, she can see Kristin’s eyes are a little more alert.
“Oh, how I would love to put one of these cute little costumes on and pose for someone,” Brielle throws out the bait and Kristin walks right into it. Her head snaps in her direction as she picks up a navy blue schoolgirl uniform with a red bow.
“Why don’t you just take them to the dressing room. I’ll watch you.”
“Would you?” The look on Kristin’s face just has, duh, written all over it. “Would you like to do that?”
“Of course, I would.”
“Would you wear this to do so?” Brielle pushes the gown in Kristin’s arms. Looking down at the gown, she turns up her face. When she sees the little school girl outfit up against Brielle’s body, she freezes. Brielle slips a sleeve off of her dress and starts to walk towards the dressing rooms and like the little lamb that she is, Kristin follows. Gown in hand.
The dressing room is more private than Brielle could have hoped for. With a less than motivated staff and near none existent customer base, no one would check back here to make sure they were following the rules. No cameras, no eyes, just Brielle and Kristin. Pushing the other sleeve down on her dress, it rests atop her boobs and with one little push, she could have her dress on the floor. She would make Kristin get dressed first.
“Okay, go change and meet me back here at the mirrors,” Brielle points to the triple mirrors between the four stalls. Kristin takes a deep breath but goes into a stall. When Brielle can hear the ruffling of clothing, she goes into her stall and change.
Sliding out of her floral dress, Brielle takes a look at herself in the mirror. Rose pattern and black lacy bra and panties with wedged heels. Deep brown curls hang around her neck pooling just above her breast. Her cream-colored skin is hot and begging to be touched by a beautiful Drow. Brielle rubs at her clit as her aching has already started and her panties are wet with her anticipation. Why not have a little more fun with this. She removes the panties and sets them on the seat in the stall. Sliding on the mini skirt, she knows that if she leans too much, she will let Kristin know that she went without. Oh well, Brielle would just have to be ‘careful’. Sliding on the top and tying the shirt rather than buttoning it, she looks at her reflection again.
Brielle is slender and works hard to stay that way. Boys and girls seem to love her figure and she would keep it as long as the pink-haired Drow would ravish her at her every command. Pulling a claw clip out of her purse, she starts to pull her hair up in a quick messy bun. Walking out into the dressing area, she gets a look at herself in the triple mirror and calls out to Kristin.
“Are you ready yet?”
“Getting there, Doll.” Doll, now that’s a name she could get used to hearing. Brielle bites her finger and flashes through a few fantasies, most including rope or cuffs. All of them making her wetter by the second. “I’m ready for my photoshoot,” Brielle calls out trying her best to not stare at the door for Kristin to come out.
“This stupid dress is harder to put… on… when,” Kristin’s words trail off getting a complete three-sixty of Brielle. Brielle looks over her shoulder to get a better view of the dress pushing up Kristin’s boobs and highlighting her hips and ass more. These dresses are meant for modesty, but the way Kristin wears them gives Brielle a very good idea why there were plenty of bar winches in songs of bards back in those days.
“What do you think?” Brielle asks, and the smile that consumes her face is a full tell of her thoughts.
“You look, stunning.”
“I was talking about you.” Brielle smiles back at her. Looking down at the gown, Kristin starts.
“It’s actually not as bad as I thought. It’s very comfortable and makes it look like I have boobs.” You do have them, Brielle thinks, and can’t wait to have them in her mouth.
“You look absolutely hot.” Kristin blushes and looks away.
“Where is your phone so I can take pictures?”
“It’s in the stall,” Brielle responds, thinking of what Kristen will say when she sees her panties next to her purse. It takes Kristin a minute to come back, good that means she saw the gift she left.
“How do you want me?” Brielle says and watches Kristin’s mouth go a gap.
“What?” Brielle licks her lips.
“Poses. How do you want me to pose?”
“Right,” Kristin says, opening Brielle’s phone and getting to the camera.
She walks her through a couple of poses, then tells her to do a few of her own. Brielle could do that. Kristin freezes when Brielle walks over to her and gets on her knees.
“Take the picture,” Brielle commands and Kristin follows her instructions. Once the picture is taken, Brielle rises to her feet and grabs the phone. “Now you get over there so I can take some pictures.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.” Kristin protests.
“I remember getting what I want if I got you to put on the gown,” Brielle says with a smirk. Kristin grumbles, but it’s useless. She knows that Brielle is right and she goes over to the triple mirror and stands there.
“Really?” Brielle raises an eyebrow, and Kristin folds her arms over her chest. “Come on, pose for me.” Brielle commands and Kristin huffs and puffs, but gives in. Brielle can get some surprisingly good photos with the dim lighting in the changing room. Walking over to Kristin and untying some of her string to allow for more cleavage is her favorite part so far. Watching Kristin squirm under the light shows an innocent side of her that Brielle wants to corrupt. By the time Brielle is through with her, she will be her submissive, she just knows it.
“Okay, let me help you out of that gown,” Brielle says grabbing Kristin’s arm. Her bewildered look is cute to Brielle, but she doesn’t fight her when she pulls her into the confined space. Closing the door and locking it, Brielle turns to face Kristin already trying to get her sleeve out of the gown. Brielle unties the string in the front and pulls on the chest. The gown loosens around Kristin exposing her olive bra. Brielle pulls at her sleeves and helps her get her arms through, then grabs the dress by the bottom, rolling it up and pulling it over her head.
Her panties match her bra and if Brielle had to guess matches hers in wetness. She could almost smell her arousal as she looks over the built body of this Drow goddess. Her nipples are erect and her breast firm, she wants to be touched just as badly as Brielle does. No worries, Brielle did just win her bet, and she would have everything she wants from Kristin.
She places Kristin’s hand on the loose knot of her shirt.
The silence is cut by the cloth of Brielle’s shirt being untied by the Drow goddess, exposing herself to her. With one pull, Brielle’s shirt comes undone and the sides of the shirt move to the side showing only her bra and cream-colored skin. Brielle’s skin feels bare looking at Kristin’s inked stomach of a woman going down on another woman drawn across her skin. Oh wasn’t that just perfect. Kristin’s hands roll the shirt off of Brielle’s shoulders, then Brielle turns her back to her. Kristin unzips Brielle’s skirt and lets it fall to the floor, exposing her ass. Kristin’s hands glide across it and one hand lands on her messy bun.
“Is this what you wanted?” Brielle says, wiggling her ass back and forth to Kristin’s touch.
“Yes,” Kristin says rubbing her hand on her inner thigh. Brielle parts her legs and presses her hands on the door, leaning as much as she can. She looks back at Kristin.
“Then take it,” Brielle’s command is quick, but Kristin’s response is quicker. Near instantly her fingers are inside her, pushing in circular motions into Brielle’s pussy. The sounds of her pussy being fingered have her rubbing on her breast and moving into Kristin’s finger thrusts. A smack on Brielle’s ass causes her to yelp and get wetter around Kristin’s fingers.
“Is everything okay in there?” A voice calls out. Kristin pulls her fingers from Brielle, but Brielle turns around quickly and puts her fingers back.
“Yeah, it’s okay, I’m just clumsy.”
“Okay, let me know if you need anything.” With the way Kristin is moving her fingers inside Brielle, she had all that she needed. Brielle throws out an affirmation, and then she can hear the clerk walk away. “You have to be quiet,” Kristin says, spreading her legs and letting Kristin lean into her. Her kisses are softer than expected but as hungry as Brielle’s. Kristin’s fingers get faster and harder, causing Brielle’s pants and moans to do the same. She uses Kristin’s mouth to muffle herself and finds herself slipping her hand in Kristin’s panties.
The silky softness of her slips through her fingers as she feels the spongy softness of her g-spot. It’s as if Kristin’s body is pulling her fingers in the more Brielle pushes into her. The stuttered breathing of Kristin is a telling sound that she’s about to cum, so Brielle bites down on her lips then fills her mouth with her tongue. Kristen is forced to lock her lips around Brielle’s tongue as she cums around her fingers.
Brielle pulls a little too hard at Kristin’s panties and they can hear the ripping of the cloth. Both stop to make sure the clerk is nowhere around, then continue to get them off of her.
“Grab my panties,” Brielle says, reaching down and grabbing the shirt. Kristin picks up the panties and hands them to Brielle. Brielle wads them up then shoves them in Kristin’s mouth. Brielle takes the shirt and ties it around her mouth and gags herself. She beckons for Kristin to come over and when she does, she lifts her leg and motions for Kristin to place it at her side. She grabs Kristin by her ass and places her in between her thighs and opens herself to have their clits rub together. As Kristin rolls her hips to hump her pussy, they both moan testing the sound absorption of the cloth. Both realized that it would do, but they would still have to be careful.
Kristin’s hips move in perfect motion to press, roll, and message their sex together, not that Brielle wasn’t doing her part. Brielle’s hands landed on Kristin’s amazing abs and the other toying with her nipples. Kristin’s hand ended up around Brielle’s neck – Perfect. Brielle’s legs begin to shake as she could feel herself about to cum, but she was trying to hold off as long as she could.
Fire rolls through Brielle’s body as she can’t hold off as long as she thinks. She shouts with her eyes as Kristin brings her forehead to forehead with her while keeping her pace. They both jump when the chime of the door opening sounds and they can hear new customers coming in. Kristin drops Brielle’s leg and takes a step back. Brielle wraps both hands around her ass and brings her back. When the footsteps pass, Brielle removes her shirt and ties it around Kristin’s mouth. Hopefully, the shirt with her panties will serve as a better gag.
She kisses down Kristin’s body, moving her to the ground with her. Brielle lays Kristin down and is on all fours kissing down her belly button to her pretty little pussy that is dripping with want. Brielle’s fingers play with her folds and spread her lips so that her tongue can savor all of her juices. By the Gods, she was as sweet as peaches, fresh from the vine. Smacking on her wetness has Brielle putting her hands around her mouth. She looks back and from the ground, she can see if any feet are moving this way. They are still in the clear.
“That was close,” Brielle whispers rubbing her thumb in circles around Kristin’s clit. “We’ll have to be more careful.” Brielle dives her head back down between Kristin’s thighs and forces them back open. Brielle can tell that Kristin is afraid of getting caught. Brielle can see Kristin looking past her when she flicks her tongue and laps up her cunt. Yet she doesn’t move, she lets Brielle drink from her fountain until she cums on her tongue again.
Kristin tries to get up, but Brielle isn’t done with her yet. She can’t tell if Kristin has figured it out, but the thrill of getting caught is driving Brielle’s arousal through the roof. She climbs on Kristin and rolls her hips nice and slow. The way Kristin arches for her, Brielle closes her eyes and imagines how her name will sound on Kristin’s lips when they do this in her bed.
“I just know that bitch found her dress in here! There is no other place in town that sells that kind of trash!” An angry customer storms around the store.
“Calm down Patricia, We’ll find something better than Suzy.” Another woman’s voice says seemingly close behind the first. Kristin taps on Brielle’s leg and when Brielle leans forward so that she can see under the partition, she can see the women’s legs and shoes not more than four meters away. Brielle places a hand on Kristin’s breast and the other securing her leg, she grinds hard into her sex and watches her eyes close and her head tilt back.
“We better, I swear if Carlos fucks that skank before me.” The first woman shrills
“Then you’ll just fuck his brother and I’ll take hers.” The second woman suggests.
The two go on with childish plans of revenge against a guy they would forget about in a couple of years and both Brielle and Kristin convulse into a shared orgasm. When the women’s heels click towards the other side of the store, Brielle removes the gag from Kristin and kisses her. Brielle takes the panties and wipes them both clean before putting her dress back on. After sneaking back to Kristin’s stall, she tucks them into her back pocket.
“When you touch yourself tonight, I want you to hold those in your hands.”
“I’d rather you touch me tonight, and you wear them for me,” Kristin replies.
“To get that, you’ll have to make another bet with me and win,” Brielle says with a smile.
“I’ll take that bet.”