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That night, Carla had Annabel wear the French maid outfit while she made dinner. She wore an apron in front to keep it clean, but every time she bent over even a little, the short skirt rode up to reveal her rear end. This provided no end of delight for Carla, who sat at the kitchen table drinking wine and watching her stepmother work.

Annabel made beef and scalloped potatoes, and the instant she slid the potatoes into the oven Carla was there behind her, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her in tight. She felt Carla’s breasts press against her back as the younger woman kissed and nibbled her neck and ear. Annabel let herself sink back against Carla, who reached both hands around to to cup and squeeze Annabel’s tits.

Untying the apron, Carla pulled it off and used it to bind Annabel’s hands behind her back. She steered Annabel over to the kitchen table and bent her over it. In this position Carla didn’t even need to lift Annabel’s skirt to reveal her butt cheeks; there they were, bright and inviting, practically crying out “Spank me!”

Carla looked quickly around the kitchen for a suitable implement, and her eyes lighted on a heavy wooden spoon. Picking it up, she thwacked it once against her hand just to hear the sound, which reverberated nicely through the empty kitchen. Annabel looked back over her shoulder at Carla, her face a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

“This is for your slutty behavior earlier,” said Carla before landing the first blow on Annabel’s left butt cheek. “Honestly,” she added, switching to the right, “I can’t take you anywhere.”

They both knew perfectly well that Annabel had been acting in complete accord with Carla’s wishes at every step along the way. But it suited Carla, for some reason, to offer this rationalization for the punishment. Annabel winced and cried out every time the spoon landed on her ass; but with every blow her nipples got harder and her pussy got wetter, as did Carla’s.

Finally Carla reached over, pulled Annabel’s thong down around her knees, and penetrated her with the handle of the spoon. Annabel writhed on the table, her juices running down onto its surface. Carla used her other hand to rub Annabel’s clit until she came explosively, moaning helplessly, a stream of drool trickling from her mouth.

Just then the timer for the potatoes went off. Carla freed Annabel’s hands and, after taking a moment to pull herself together, she stood and went to pull the casserole from the oven. When she turned back around Carla was sitting down facing her, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide. There was a time when Annabel would have found this surprising, even shocking; right now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She dropped to her knees and went to work.

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Annabel took a deep breath, immediately feeling a little intoxicated by Monica’s strong, musky smell. She was getting used to spending time in other women’s nether regions, but every one was a little different, and Annabel drank in the scent like the nose of a fine wine.

Monica spread her legs as wide as they would go and moved her hand around to the back of Annabel’s head, pulling her in closer. Getting the message, Annabel extended her tongue and took a taste of Monica’s pussy. It was tangy, tart, and delicious, and she quickly went back for more. All inhibitions forgotten, Annabel feasted on the tender flesh between this virtual stranger’s legs, both of them moaning as Monica’s fingernails dug into her back.

After coming twice Monica pushed Annabel away and sat back to catch her breath. Annabel felt a hand on her head, turning her 90 degrees so that she was staring straight into a nest of dark pubic hair. Carla was standing over her, looking down expectantly.

Annabel nuzzled into Carla’s bush and Carla shifted her weight so she could get her legs apart. Inhaling the now-familiar scent of Carla’s arousal, Annabel burrowed into her stepdaughter’s crotch, thrusting her tongue up between Carla’s pussy lips.

In this position Annabel couldn’t breathe very well and she soon began to feel lightheaded; next thing she knew she was being lifted and deposited face-up on the desk. Monica, dropping to her knees, scooted forward between Annabel’s legs and began to tongue-fuck the older woman. Carla, meanwhile, hopped up onto the desk and straddled Annabel’s head.

Annabel was long past the point of resisting whatever was happening to her; she relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of the moment. None of them were in any particular hurry. Monica found Annabel’s cunt thoroughly delectable and took her time exploring it, licking all around, then penetrating as deep as her extra-long tongue would allow. Carla reveled in the whole scene, riding Annabel’s face as she watched her gorgeous ex-girlfriend eat her stepmother’s pussy.

Several orgasms later, Annabel found herself being turned over onto her stomach. She stretched out languidly as Carla and Monica both donned strap-ons that Monica had stashed in her desk. They took turns fucking the older woman from both ends, leaving her spent and semi-conscious on the desktop as Monica wrapped up the maid uniform. “Better give us the cheerleader outfit, too,” said Carla, and they laughed.

Once everything was ready Carla gently roused Annabel and helped her get dressed. Relatively clear-headed now, Annabel felt a little self-conscious as she exchanged hugs and goodbyes with Monica; in the maybe 90 minutes that they’d known each other, Annabel had shown herself to be a shameless lesbian slut completely in her stepdaughter’s thrall. But Monica was genuinely friendly and affectionate, embracing Annabel like an old friend and kissing her on the cheek. “It was really nice meeting you,” she said.

Carla and Monica also shared a long hug and warm, lingering kiss. “See you tomorrow?” asked Carla.

Monica looked at Carla, over at Annabel, back at Carla. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Annabel tried to think back to high school. It hadn’t been such a long time ago, really, but it seemed like another lifetime from where she was now. She pictured a Friday afternoon in her hometown — the teams, the crowd, the marching band... after a minute, she started to feel the atmosphere, the rhythm. She took a deep breath and began to move.

Once she took the first step, it all started coming back to her. She did some kicks, some leaps... waved her pom-poms while spelling out the name of her school... and wound up by doing the splits on the floor. Thanks to all her yoga practice, she could do them better now than she could back in high school.

She’d been so caught up in her memories that she was a little startled to be brought back into the moment by the sound of applause. She looked over at Monica and Carla, suddenly remembering that she was not a teenager on a football field, but a grown woman on the floor of a costume shop.

“Very nice,” Monica. “What do you think?”

“Not bad,” answered Carla. “But I’d like to see it one more time.” She stood up from her chair  and helped Annabel to her feet. “With one little difference.” Bending at the waist, Carla reached down under Annabel’s skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Then she got back into her seat and said, “Take it from the top.”

This time, whenever  Annabel jumped and her skirt bounced, her blond pubic hair was clearly visible. Every time she kicked, she flashed her pussy. And when she did the splits she could feel the tender flesh of her crotch pressed against the carpet.

“Better,” said Carla. “But I don’t know....”

“Yeah,” chimed in Monica, “you’re pretty good, but we have a lot of candidates. How badly do you want to make the team?”

Annabel looked over at the two young women. This whole situation had gotten her very aroused, and she had an inkling of what Monica was really asking her. “Real bad,” she answered.

“Well, come over here then,” said Monica. Annabel began to knee-walk toward Monica was while looking over at Carla, who nodded approvingly. When Annabel arrived, Monica took hold of the ring of her collar and pulled her closer for a kiss.

Annabel loved the feeling of Monica’s lips; they were substantial, juicy, pillowy soft. Monica’s tongue pushed into her mouth and Annabel felt herself melting, yielding. She was more than ready to give up control and surrender to whatever was going to happen.

Pulling away, Monica stripped off her top to reveal a truly magnificent set of tits topped by thick, dark-brown nipples. Monica pulled Annabel down to her chest and the older woman did not resist. She took each of Monica’s nipples into her mouth, feeling them on her tongue, nibbling on them gently as Monica moaned.

Getting into it now, Annabel tried to take one of Monica’s boobs into her mouth, but she was not up to the task. She opened her jaws as far as she could but still only managed about half of it. Monica appreciated the effort, though, and she stroked the back of Annabel’s head as Annabel moved on to the other breast.

Carla looked on, content to observe for now, as Monica sat up in her chair, lifting her skirt to reveal a skimpy black thong. Then she raised herself up and, in one swift motion, yanked the thong off and flung it away in Carla’s general direction. She spread her legs wide, displaying dark pussy lips that contrasted starkly with the hint of bright pink visible inside.

Annabel had only a moment to gaze into Monica’s cunt — wondering what it would taste like, if it would be different from the ones she’d known so far — before Monica grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in.

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Late that afternoon, Carla announced that they had an errand to run. Annabel started to undo her collar but Carla waved her off. “Leave it on,” she said. “We’re only going one place, and I know everybody there. Nothing to worry about.”

Nonetheless, Annabel was nervous as they headed down Highway 1. What if someone she knew saw her? Fortunately she didn’t know that many people. And anyway, how could anyone know what the collar meant? It could be just a fashion statement. Fortunately Carla hadn’t made her wear some slutty outfit this time; she was still in her regular jeans and T-shirt.

They got onto Santa Monica Boulevard and headed toward Hollywood, finally pulling up behind a cavernous building with a sign that said “Johnson’s House of Costumes.” Inside Carla led Annabel through a sort of labyrinth that threaded its way among a chaotic tangle of racks and mannequins displaying costumes of every kind, from monsters and military uniforms to superheroes, pirates, and aliens.

In a sort of clearing amidst the chaos they found a young woman sitting behind a desk, thoughtfully tapping a pencil on the desktop. She was really quite striking-looking, Annabel thought: smooth, dark-brown skin; high, regal cheekbones; and big, luminous brown eyes. When she stood up to greet them, she was several inches taller than Carla, and towered a full head above Annabel. She was wearing a tight halter top and short skirt that showed off her generous bosom, narrow waist, and ample, rounded butt.

“Hi Monica,” said Carla, and they embraced. Carla and Monica had a history. They’d gone to high school together and, during senior year, had a passionate affair that lasted for several months. Carla still considered Monica the most beautiful girl she’d ever dated. Monica’s father was black and Native American and her mother was from India, and she’d gotten the most fortuitous selection of genes from each side.

But they were both dominant personalities and in the end, they just hadn’t been a good match. They still kept in touch, though, and Carla knew that Monica spent every summer working for the family business, this shop.

“Hi Carla,” responded Monica sweetly. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” answered Carla, and they spent a minute catching up. Finally Monica inquired what brought her in to the shop today, and Carla gestured toward Annabel. “I’m looking for a French maid costume for her. Something sexy.”

Monica nodded, looking Annabel up and down, eyes lingering only briefly on the collar around her neck. “I know just the thing. Back in a flash.” With that, she disappeared into the warehouse, leaving Carla and Annabel alone. Carla pulled Annabel close and kissed her on the lips, long and hard, making Annabel’s nipples start to stiffen and her pussy start to dampen. They separated just as Monica returned carrying a frilly black-and-white lace costume.

Carla helped Annabel off with her T-shirt and jeans, leaving her in just bra and panties. Annabel felt a bit embarrassed being exposed this way in front of a stranger, especially since a customer could walk in on them at any time. (Unbeknownst to her Monica had just locked the front door, as it was closing time anyway, and she felt like some privacy might be good.)

“No need for the bra,” said Monica. “The costume has a framework built in.” Carla unhooked Annabel’s bra and pulled it off, leaving her jutting nipples uncovered. Being exposed this way only made her more excited, making her condition that much worse. There was a definite sexual tension in the air, and Annabel wondered what these two strong, lovely young women might have in mind for her.

Monica and Carla worked together to get Annabel into the costume, which was very tight and constricting, with an extremely short skirt that ended just below her butt. Her breasts were shaped and lifted by the bodice, displaying a substantial amount of cleavage.

Carla emitted a low whistle. “Very nice. You have stockings and a garter to go with it?”

“Naturally,” replied Monica, plunging into the stacks one again. Carla took the opportunity to fondle Annabel’s rear end, which was highly accessible in this outfit. Monica returned a minute later, and soon long black stockings and a matching garter belt were added to Annabel's ensemble. She could see herself in a mirror in the corner, and she had to admit that she looked smoking hot, if a little depraved.

“Perfect,” said Carla, “we’ll take it.”

“Cool,” responded Monica. “You want it packed up, or will she wear it out?”

Carla considered. “Better pack it up. We don’t want to start a riot.” She and Monica both laughed, and Annabel began to change as Monica and Carla whispered to each other.

“So that’s...” began Monica.

“My father’s wife, yeah,” nodded Carla.

Monica shook her head. “You're incorrigible.”

Annabel had just stripped back down to her panties and was about to start dressing again when Carla spotted a blue-and-white cheerleader outfit on a mannequin to the left of where they were standing. Suddenly a light bulb went on in her head.

“Hey Annabel,” she said, looking over at her stepmother. “I bet you were a cheerleader, weren’t you?”

Somewhat reluctantly, Annabel nodded. She had in fact been a cheerleader in high school, dated a football player, the whole nine yards.

“Why don’t you try that on?” said Carla. Turning to Monica, she asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Certainly not,” answered Monica, walking over to the mannequin to get the costume for Annabel. It fit like a glove, and Carla smiled wickedly at her stepmother, handing her the pom-poms that the mannequin had been holding. “Do a cheer for us,” she instructed.

Annabel blushed. “I guess I remember... something,” she said hesitantly.

“Wait, wait,” said Monica. She pulled her chair out from behind the desk and sat it down next to another chair that faced where Annabel was standing. “Here’s the scene. We’re the, like, captains of the cheerleading team,” she said to Carla. “And she’s the new girl auditioning.”

“Ooh, good one,” said Carla, and she and Monica sat down and looked over at Annabel expectantly.

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In the morning all three of them had breakfast together. Carla and Annabel grinned covertly at each other, thinking back to the previous night’s assignation, as the man of the house read his email.

As they ate he announced that he would be going overseas to finalize the merger he had been working on, and probably wouldn’t be back for a couple of weeks. Annabel did her best to look disappointed. Carla made no such pretense, her mind already racing ahead to what they might do during that time.

Annabel knew that he would want a kiss goodbye, so she gave him one — after rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash to cover the taste of his daughter’s pussy.

When he drove away Annabel walked into the kitchen, where Carla was still sitting at the table sipping coffee. The expression on Carla’s face was not what she expected — it was a cold and stern look, and Annabel knew immediately that she’d done something wrong. It took her a few seconds to figure out what it was, and when she remembered, she immediately bolted upstairs and retrieved her collar.

Once properly collared, Annabel turned around to find Carla smiling at her, leash in hand. Carla clipped the leash to Annabel’s ring and led her down the hall, allowing her to walk instead of crawl this time. 

Once they were in the bedroom, Carla wasted no time stripping Annabel naked, cuffing her hands behind her back, and pushing her down onto the bed. Carla gave her stepmother a few good whacks on the rump just on general principles, then got into her favorite strap-on and made Annabel suck it. She loved the way Annabel looked up at her, all sweet and doe-eyed, as the shaft disappeared into her mouth.

Spinning Annabel around, Carla pushed her legs apart with one knee and plunged into her. Relieved to no longer have to be quiet, Annabel let out an uninhibited howl of ecstasy. She only increased in volume as Carla gave her a good, sound, thorough seeing to.

Pleased with her efforts, Carla took off her strap-on and traded it for a face dildo, which went onto Annabel. Sitting back in a comfortable chair, Carla spread her legs and used the leash to pull Annabel to her. Once Annabel was kneeling on the floor in front of her, Carla grasped the shaft of the dildo and guided it into her cunt.

Carla grunted as the thick plastic cock pushed into her. Annabel once again had a close-up view of Carla’s private parts as she served as the younger woman’s instrument of pleasure. Holding Annabel’s head with both hands, Carla anchored both feet on the floor and ground her hips forward until she had an intense, shivering orgasm, then another, then another.

Afterward Carla got back into bed and fell asleep. Annabel washed the toys they had used, then went downstairs to clean up from breakfast. It felt, strangely, like life was back to normal.

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Moving carefully and quietly, Annabel slid her dresser drawer open and reached inside for the collar. She tiptoed out of the room, gently shut the door behind her, and walked slowly down the hall.

Flickering light was streaming from a crack in Carla’s door; Annabel paused there and fumbled with her collar, dropping it once before finally getting it fastened around her neck. She could still hear her husband snoring down the hall.

Taking a deep breath, Annabel opened the door and stepped inside. Carla was sitting up in bed with a tablet in her lap, wearing a black lace bra with the covers pulled up around her waist. Her eyes glittered in the candlelight as she looked over at Annabel with an expression that said “What took you so long?”

Pushing the door closed behind her, Annabel pulled off first her pajama top, then the bottoms, and let them fall to the floor. Carla lifted the corner of the sheet beside her in invitation. Annabel walked over to the bed and slid in next to Carla; it was delightfully warm and delicious-smelling under there.

Carla set the tablet aside and took Annabel in her arms for a long, wet, passionate kiss. For the moment they were like any two lovers reunited after some time apart. Annabel felt her nipples begin to stiffen, her pussy begin to moisten, and a fluttering sensation in her stomach.

Pulling her bra off, Carla hooked a finger into the ring of Annabel’s collar. She pulled Annabel’s head down to her chest and Annabel eagerly went to work. The sensation of Carla’s soft flesh in her mouth was comfortably familiar now; she suckled like a happy baby until Carla tugged on the ring to move Annabel down under the covers.

Down there Annabel was completely enveloped in Carla’s smell, feel, and taste. She felt at home, safe from the world, with the comfort of a definite purpose: to make her stepdaughter feel good. To this end she applied her fingers, her mouth, and all the knowledge she’d recently acquired.

Inching over to one side, Carla reached out to penetrate Annabel with one finger, then two. She brought the fingers to her mouth and licked the juice off. Delectable. Hungry for more, she turned Annabel and adjusted her own position so they could 69. They licked each other slowly and tenderly at first, then with increasing fervor, and didn’t let up until each of them had come several times.

Afterward they lay side-by-side in quiet contentment. Listening closely, Annabel could hear her husband snoring in the distance. He would probably sleep straight through till morning, but even so, she knew that she would have to get back. She stayed a little while longer, then kissed Carla softly on the lips and slid out from under the covers. Carla understood the situation and made no move to stop her.

After getting her pajamas back on, Annabel crept down the hall back to her own bedroom, removing her collar on the way. She replaced the collar in the drawer and eased back into bed, and in minutes she was off in the land of dreams.

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Annabel woke up late despite having gone to bed early. It was a gray and dreary day outside, and she didn’t feel particularly motivated to leave the warmth and comfort of Carla’s bed. Instead she wrapped herself up in the covers and lay staring out the window, trying to remember the details of a crazy dream she’d had involving some kind of medical procedure. But she couldn't quite catch it and eventually she forced herself to get up.

On the way to her room to get her robe, Annabel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, naked except for her collar. It gave her some comfort to see it there, made her feel less lonely.

After having coffee and toast she took a long bath and then a shower. Then she mainly just moped around the house. She tried reading a book, then a magazine, then watching TV; nothing could hold her interest for long. She was just laying on the couch staring at the ceiling when she heard the sound of an engine.

Going to the front window, she peeked out the curtains and was thrilled to see Carla pulling up in front of the house. But she didn’t want to seem like she had been sitting there waiting, so she grabbed her magazine and went into the kitchen. She sat down at the table with the magazine open and tried to look nonchalant.

A minute later Carla appeared carrying a duffel bag and smiled over at Annabel, happy to see that she was wearing her collar as instructed. Setting the bag down, Carla hooked a finger into the ring on Annabel’s collar, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Carla was in no mood to play games. She’d been on her best behavior during her visit to Frieda’s and was horny as hell. Annabel found herself being led up the stairs by her collar and quickly stripped, her tits squeezed and her nipples sucked. She gasped as Carla’s nails dug into her butt cheeks, then moaned as Carla lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and began to finger her.

It was just getting good when a high-pitched whine split the air. It was the sound of a high-revving engine approaching, and Carla and Annabel stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They both knew what that sound meant: Annabel’s husband, Carla’s father, was home again.

Carla sighed. That man really did have an amazing sense of timing. Annabel scrambled to get her clothes back in place, then took her collar off, momentarily unsure what to do with it. She finally put it in the top drawer of her dresser and covered it with a scarf, then walked as calmly as she could down the stairs, trying once more to look casual.

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Again that night Annabel found herself laying in bed next to her husband’s snoring form. Again they’d gone out to an expensive dinner; he was in a celebratory mood because there had been a breakthrough in negotiations on a big merger he’d been working on for months. He ordered bottle after bottle of Champagne and Carla and Annabel both drank their share, slyly eyeing each other across the table.

After finishing their entrees they excused themselves to go to the ladies room. Inside, Carla followed Annabel into a stall and fondled her as Annabel moaned softly. Carla pulled up her skirt and pushed Annabel down between her legs; she was naked underneath and despite the cramped conditions, Annabel obediently started licking her.

But Carla couldn’t really relax and enjoy herself under these circumstances, and after a few minutes she decided they’d better get back. She pulled Annabel up and kissed her, enjoying the taste of her own pussy on Annabel’s lips. Annabel washed up and fixed her lipstick and they returned to the table. They had a delectable chocolate mousse cake for dessert.

When they got back home Carla immediately disappeared upstairs. Annabel busied herself in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and tidying up, while her husband poured himself a brandy nightcap and sat down to watch golf on TV. When she’d done all she could Annabel walked into the living room yawning and stretching exaggeratedly. “I’m beat,” she said. “Think I’ll turn in.”

He nodded at her and quickly returned his eyes to the TV screen. Annabel brushed her teeth, changed into pajamas, and climbed into bed, doing her best to look asleep. Her husband appeared about an hour later; he fell heavily into the bed and rested one hand on Annabel’s butt, making her flinch, but went no further than that. Soon he was snoring away noisily.

For what seemed like an excruciatingly long time Annabel lay there in a state of indecision. Her body wanted to get up and go down the hallway to Carla’s room, but her brain was telling her to stay where she was. As time passed and the snoring grew louder, her mind started to change. It might have been five minutes later, or it might have been an hour, when she finally slipped out from underneath the sheets and stood up.

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After breakfast Annabel headed to the yoga studio. She was early for class, so she set up her space and sat on her blanket to wait, keeping one eye out for Dylan.

The class filled up steadily but there was no sign of the shapely redhead. Annabel had just about given up hope when Dylan finally appeared, just as class was about to start. Fortunately the space right behind Annabel had remained open and Dylan took it, waving hello just as the teacher called out the first pose.

Several times during the class Annabel could feel Dylan’s eyes on her. Or at least she thought she could; maybe it was all in her imagination? This thing with Carla had her mind working in a different way. Before it would never have occurred to her that a woman in her yoga class was looking at her, maybe lusting after her.

After class Dylan invited Annabel to go for coffee and Annabel, flattered, accepted. They went across the street and got a table outside; it was a gorgeous day out, sunny with a nice cool breeze floating through the air.

Dylan asked Annabel a few questions about herself, and Annabel asked a few in return. Dylan, unlike Annabel, was a native Angeleno; she’d been born in Torrance. As they were talking Annabel noticed for the first time that Dylan was wearing a wedding ring. Annabel sort of wanted to ask about her husband, but then decided to wait until Dylan brought it up, and she never did.

As they were walking away from the coffee shop Dylan cocked her head and asked Annabel, “So, do you want to come over to my house?”

Annabel looked back at her, not quite sure she what was being asked. There was a glimmer in Dylan’s eye, but her expression was neutral; was this an invitation, or a proposition? After a few seconds of indecision, Annabel shook her head. “No, I’d better be getting home.”

Dylan shrugged. “OK, maybe next time.” She leaned over and kissed Annabel on the cheek, and Annabel kissed her back. As she walked to her car Annabel’s stomach was fluttering. What, she wondered, would Carla think about all this? Did Annabel dare tell her?

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The rest of that day seemed to drag on forever. Annabel couldn’t really get herself interested in reading, or housecleaning, or TV, or any of the other things she usually did to pass the time. At 5:00 she finally broke down and popped open a bottle of wine. She took the bottle and a glass, grabbed some bread and cheese, and went out onto the deck.

Of course she found herself thinking about Carla. She wondered if Carla thought about her at all when they were apart. Probably not, Annabel thought; probably she was too busy doing fun and exciting things that Annabel had no clue about.

This line of thinking was just bringing her down, so Annabel used techniques she’d learned in yoga class to focus on her breathing, trying to clear all extraneous thoughts out of her head. Concentrating on the rhythm of the waves beneath her helped; so did the wine.

Next thing she knew the bottle was empty, the food was gone, and it was getting dark. She made her way inside, drank a big glass of water, and once again called it an early night. Without really intending to or thinking about it, she turned left instead of right at the top of the stairs, and drowsily tumbled into Carla’s bed instead of her own. Enveloped in Carla’s scent, she fell into a contented slumber.

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Carla woke up feeling well-rested, refreshed, and ready for action. But Courtney was curled up with her head resting on Carla’s shoulder, and Carla let her sleep on, pondering possible plans for the day. Some of them involved things to do with Courtney when she woke up; Carla was always especially horny in the morning.

A few minutes later Courtney stirred and, realizing where she was, looked a little sheepish. Straight girls like her, after all, didn’t wake up naked next to another female.

Reading Courtney’s expression, Carla spoke up. “Courtney, this ridiculous....” She searched for the right word. “This charade of yours has to stop. Admit what you are. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Carla pulled off the sheet that was covering her and spread her legs, revealing a ripe pink pussy glistening with arousal. “Look at this,” she said to Courtney. “Isn’t it beautiful? Don’t you want to taste it?”

Courtney gulped. On the one hand, it was still very hard for her to admit she was a lesbian. She had been in denial so long that it was second nature by this point. On the other hand... her mouth was watering looking at that delicious cunt.

It was true, she realized. Who was she fooling? Certainly not Carla, who understood her better than she understood herself. There was no point resisting anymore. She rolled over and crawled down between Carla’s legs.

Just then Carla looked over at the doorway and saw Annabel peering curiously from around the corner. Carla gestured for her to approach and had her climb up onto the bed. Soon Annabel was sitting on Carla’s face as Courtney licked her. So far the day was going very, very well.

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Later that morning, after Courtney had gone home, Carla got a message from her friend Frieda in San Diego. Frieda’s family was going out of town for a couple days and she wanted Carla to come down and hang out. They had a beautiful house on the water, so Carla readily accepted.

Frieda was a platonic friend, not a lover, so it didn’t really make sense for Carla to bring Annabel along. And anyway this seemed like a good time to let Annabel miss her a little bit. So when Carla took off in the midafternoon, Annabel was once again left to her own devices.

After watching Carla’s car disappear around the bend, Annabel decided to finally take a shower. Mostly she had been enjoying the cloud of sex-and-sweat smell that enveloped her, but now she was beginning to feel kind of grimy.

In the bathroom she took off everything except for her collar and stood for a minute looking at herself in the mirror, thinking. Was she supposed to take the collar off to shower? She figured that she was; it was way too nice of an item to get wet. After spreading out a hand towel on the counter, she removed the collar and carefully laid it down.

She took a long, hot shower, daydreaming, thinking of all that had transpired in recent days. She pictured Courtney tied spread-eagled on the dining room table and shook her head; she’d never have imagined that such things would one day take place in her home.

The first thing Annabel did after drying off was to put her collar back on. She checked herself out in the mirror again. Her exercise regimen was really paying off; she was tight and toned, with a narrow waist that accentuated her hips and bust. She turned and inspected her rear end. It had just the right amount of meat on it these days — when she slapped it, it jiggled pleasingly and then quickly came to rest.

After dressing, she cleaned up what remained of the previous night’s mess and generally tidied up around the house. She read for awhile, made herself dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed early.

That night she had a weird dream. Carla had tied her naked to the bed — that part wasn’t so weird anymore. But instead of doing anything to her, Carla left the room and returned a minute later with a TV news cameraman. A reporter appeared, then another cameraman; soon the room was full of people with cameras and reporters talking into microphones.

Annabel couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about her. She felt horribly embarrassed knowing that she was being broadcast, that her family back home could see her current state of sexual servitude. But at the same time it was terribly exciting; when she woke she had to rub herself to orgasm twice before she could get up and start her day.

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