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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Eighteen
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 03:03:19 +0000 UTC“N-no!” I exhaled. While it might have sounded like I was meekly answering her question, I was actually whining about the release I had just been denied. I was so close, to the point where I subconsciously started rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to get something now that I was unable to continue fingering myself.
Catching my slutty movements, Annabelle snapped, “Meredith, stop. What did I just say?”
“Lesbian slut,” Bridget scoffed.
My gaze drifted up from Bridget’s chest, briefly taking in her amused expression before turning my attention to Annabelle. Belatedly processing what she had said while edging me, ashamed that my eyes were drawn towards her bare breasts first, I then met her eyes and stammered, “Umm, I . . . It’s n-not fair-” God, I was such a mess. I had never been edged in such a dramatic fashion, and my cheeks were flushed from how being treated like this somehow made me slightly more horny.
“Use your words, Mere,” Annabelle said, “And my eyes are up here.”
I was too flustered at the moment to consider that she was chastising me for glancing at her chest when I had literally been told to focus on Bridget’s body instead of closing my eyes in pleasure recently. At this point, there was no denying that I was attracted to girls. Everything about Annabelle was so captivating right now. Her amazing body, her piercing eyes, her dominant grip on my wrist. While the two girl ‘fantasy’ they had pushed on me hadn’t felt like that at first, I could feel myself melting between the nearly naked duo.
It didn’t help that I had never prided myself on dirty talk. And though this was mostly a matter of echoing the young redhead’s words, that didn’t mean they rolled off my tongue as naturally. “You should- You should get off first . . . Ms. Annabelle.”
“I deserve to get off,” she clarified, “Do you know how much work it is to train a pet like you? A selfish little slut like you probably doesn’t even know how to please another girl. Maybe I should just put you back in your kennel and have some fun with Bridget, instead.”
“No!” I exclaimed. The shrill protest escaped my lips before I could even think about it. Between my lustful state, my aversion to being locked up in that cage again, and my lingering instinct to be better than Bridget, I didn’t want to be cast aside right when I was making progress with both my sexuality and with the girl who I kept coming back to for some reason.
“Bad girl!” Annabelle narrowed her eyes, “Never, ever raise your voice to me. Apologize. Right now.”
Fuck. What was wrong with me? Being yelled at was just as hot as being praised. It was enough to cause a pulse of need between my thighs, yet I couldn’t get any real stimulation down there. The best I could do was give my breast a good squeeze with my other hand, not even thinking about how noticeable that would be by both girls. “I’m sorry, Ms, Annabelle.”
What would she do to me if I didn’t apologize? This was all still new to me, and trying to get another taste of Annabelle’s anger wasn’t something I wanted to risk when she had just threatened to exclude me entirely.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Annabelle,” I mumbled. The natural impulse was to avert my gaze, yet I continued making the effort to meet her eyes.
For a few long seconds, she stared me down and didn’t say a word. It was almost as if she was testing my ability to focus on her while intimidated, or perhaps waiting for something more than my simple apology. Then she pulled my hand to her chest, guiding me to cup one of her bare breasts. “And you’ll never do that again?” she coldly asked.
Without even thinking about it, I gave her a small squeeze. She was so soft, and so warm. Her question registered a half second later, at which point I flushed and shook my head. Bridget was right; I really was a lesbian slut. In this context, at least. A single touch, and all I could focus on was Annabelle’s body.
She knew it, too. “Don’t be shy, Mere. It’s literally your job to please me.” Pursing her lips in an amused smile, she broke off the intense eye contact with me and turned her attention to Bridget. “Care to join us, babe? I want to see which one of you is the better lesbian.”
“Not much of a challenge there,” Bridget said. She sauntered over and sat down on Annabelle’s opposite side, nice and flush with the hot redhead between us; the difference was, she didn’t need to be pulled into position like Annabelle had done with me earlier. With no hesitation, Bridget placed her hand on Annabelle’s other breast. “What’s the prize?”
“Easy,” Annabelle smirked, “I have two boobs, but only one pussy. The better lesbian gets to go down on me.”
But- but I was only supposed to be fingering her! Wasn’t that why I had just pleasured myself almost to completion? Not that it was out of character for Annabelle to change the rules, or play by them at all for that matter. Yes, I liked girls, maybe so much that the L word was starting to be true. After all this, it was difficult to imagine going back to males. At the same time, I had never done . . . well, I had never done anything below the waist with the fairer sex.
And yet, I fell right into Annabelle’s trap. When the embers of my old rivalry with Bridget had been stoked, regardless of the non-mathematical context, I immediately found myself determined to outdo the girl across from me. And that was on top of my desire to prove myself to Annabelle and to not lose all the progress I had made with her recently.
“Maybe we’ll let you watch, Mere,” Bridget said, sounding arrogant as ever, “If you’re a good girl.”
