Annabel woke up early
but stayed in bed for a good while, unmotivated to start the day.
Eventually she went downstairs and had breakfast, then showered before
heading out to yoga class.
When she took her collar
off to shower, she noticed that she was developing a tan line
underneath it. Worried that people would wonder why she had a tan line
there, she thought briefly about skipping yoga. But she was so desperate
to get out of the house that she decided to go ahead.
After class Annabel
again walked out with Dylan, and Dylan again asked her over. Annabel
hesitated for a long moment and then, thinking about the empty house and
the long empty day stretching out ahead, accepted.
“Great!” said Dylan,
flashing a big smile. Annabel still wasn’t sure if Dylan just wanted her
for a friend, or if she had something more in mind. But she was going
to find out.
Annabel got into her car
and followed Dylan for about ten minutes to a house in an upscale,
quiet suburban neighborhood. Dylan made them tea and they sat under a
big umbrella in her garden, talking. Dylan asked Annabel a lot of
questions about herself and Annabel answered as honestly as she could,
though of course when she talked about Carla, she didn’t disclose the true nature of their relationship. One thing Dylan didn’t ask about was the
tan line around Annabel’s neck; she saw it, and wondered, but was too
polite to mention it.
After an hour or so they
went back inside. Dylan excused herself for a minute, saying that she
had to check her email, and invited Annabel to make herself at home.
Annabel wandered around admiring the house; it was beautifully furnished
and impeccably maintained, but probably a lot less trouble to keep up
than Annabel’s own house. She was studying the pictures on the living
room wall — including a photo from Dylan’s wedding, with her looking
about 10 years younger — when she heard Dylan’s footsteps coming back
into the room.
When she turned around
Dylan was standing right behind her. A look passed between them, and
next thing she knew Dylan was kissing her.
Dylan was an excellent
kisser, with wonderfully soft, pliant lips. Annabel wanted to keep
kissing her for a long, long time, but found herself pulling away.
Dylan frowned. “What's the matter, don’t you like me?”
Annabel shook her head,
deeply regretful that she’d hurt Dylan’s feelings, feeling tears well up
in her eyes. “It’s not that. I’m really flattered. It’s just ... I can’t.” Seeing that Dylan was looking at her, expecting more, she added, “It’s hard for me to really explain. It’s complicated.”
Dylan shrugged. “Well,
I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to do. But you
should know that I think you’re beautiful and sweet and sexy as hell. I
hope you’ll change your mind.”
Annabel nodded and smiled, touched by the kind words. “Well, um, I guess I’d better be going.”
“OK,” said Dylan. “This
isn’t going to make things weird between us at the yoga studio, is it?
I'd like for us to be friends, whatever else happens.”
“Sure,” said Annabel,
and they hugged. Feeling the warm, delicious pressure of
Dylan’s body against hers, Annabel again regretted what she was passing
up. But then she thought of Carla and realized that, in her own mind at
least, she had no choice. She broke the hug and headed for the door.
* * *
Carla woke up late in
the morning feeling hung over and regretful. The night had started off
well, with Daisy and Carla hanging out with the four women from the porn
shoot. Diana, the director, took a real shine to Carla, telling her
that she should do a scene for them, that she’d look great on camera.
Carla was flattered and said she’d think about it.
But Carla wasn’t sure
she liked the idea of appearing in internet porn. For one thing, if her
father saw it, it might actually get her disinherited. He had
more or less tolerated all her misbehavior up to this point, but he was
pretty old-fashioned in certain ways. And also, flamboyantly promiscuous
as she was, Carla still had a strong sense of personal privacy.
Daisy’s initial
invitation had been for a drink, but inevitably that turned into two,
then three. Diana was aggressively cozying up to Carla, who appreciated
the attention, but really wanted an opportunity to get closer to Alison,
the gorgeous Eurasian domme.
At one point Diana
insisted on making a gift to Carla of the cane that had been used in the
shoot. Daisy, who was drinking the most of anyone, immediately jumped
up and said that she wanted to be caned. She lifted her skirt, pulled
off her panties, and bent over the couch to present her ass.
Carla was game. She
picked up the cane and stood up, taunting Daisy by touching the cane
gently to her rump, measuring the distance. Then she began to punish
Daisy, but went pretty easy on her, just trying to put on a good show.
Daisy moaned theatrically, making out like she was being hurt worse than
she was.
Eventually Carla lost
interest in the punishment and used the tip of the cane to tease Daisy’s
pussy. The atmosphere in the room had changed; the sexual charge was
palpable. With this group of sexually active lesbians, it didn’t take
much to set off an orgy, and that was what transpired.
In the free-for-all that
followed, Carla got her chance to fuck Alison, but ended up
disappointed. Alison was sexy and skilled, but somehow Carla’s heart
wasn’t in it. Her mind kept drifting, much to her annoyance, back to
Malibu.
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