Game of Love
Thwack!
The ball not only rocketed over the net but it seemed to dive away from Ben’s opponent leaving the would-be hitter just staring futilely at the place where the ball should have been.
“Would you look at that,” Gail said.
“Hmm,” Patsy said. “Would I look at what?”
“That’s another ace. Ben’s on a roll.”
Ben’s got an overpowering serve but if Rene gets the ball in play, he’s got a better than even chance of winning the point,” Patsy said
“Yeah, but he’s got to get the ball in play first.”
“That he does,” Patsy allowed.
“You know what?”
Patsy looked at her star player. The girl was good. Maybe not good enough to make it all the way to the top but she was good. Now if only she weren’t such a brat. “What?” Patsy asked.
“I think he’s cute.”
“Who?”
“Ben. I think Ben Parker’s cute.”
“I think you should keep your mind on your game.”
“I’m not even playing yet but I am thinking about my game. But I’m thinking about Ben, too. I can do more than one thing at the same time, you know.”
“I never said you couldn’t.”
“So I think Ben’s cute.”
Patsy couldn’t help but sigh. The girl was incorrigible. She had a match coming up against a tough Russian opponent and here she was thinking about Ben Parker when she should be thinking about her next opponent.
And the worst part about it, Patsy had to admit to herself, was that Gail was hot. She knew that was part of her frustration, that she wished Gail would think about her the way she was thinking about Ben.
There was a way though. There was a way to have Gail think about her that way, but it was dangerous. If anyone ever found out what she was doing, she’d be ruined or worse, she’d be in jail. She wouldn’t do well in prison, Patsy thought. She wondered what would happen to her if she was caught and she shook her head to clear her head. The question wasn’t what they would do to her it she got caught. The question was did she have the guts to do it in the first place.
Patsy, she told herself, you’re doing the same damn thing that Gail is doing. You’re not thinking about the upcoming match. You’re thinking about something else. Now knock it off and get with the program. “Gail,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s talk about your next match. Svetlana Tarashkova isn’t going to be an easy match. “Let’s go over it again. What’s our strategy again?”
Gail was still looking at the match in front of her and in a way, that was good because it allowed Patsy to get tougher with her protege. “Gail!” she said again.
Gail finally turned away from the men’s play. “What?”
“Our strategy. What is it?”
“Drive the forehand.”
“And?”
“Attack the backhand.”
“How?”
“Look for opportunities.”
“What opportunities?”
“She drops her racket when she’s not ready.”
Patsy nodded. So the girl was ready but she wasn’t about to let up now so she kept pressing. Anything to keep the girl from refocusing on the game in front of her. “Let’s talk about serves,” Patsy said.
It was a sweltering afternoon and the court baked in the mid-afternoon sun and it wasn’t just the players who were roasting in that afternoon sun. It was clear that the officials and the coaches were also feeling its effects.
Gail wasn’t doing well. She’d barely won the first set, but she’d gotten creamed in the second set and now here in the final set, her opponent was running her around the court and there was little doubt that the other girl was wearing her out.
Her coach watched from the side of the court and the more she watched, the less she liked what she saw.
Gail was muttering to herself. That was never a good sign and Patsy knew it. She always did it when she thought she was fucking up. Usually, when she thought she was fucking up, she was, but even when she wasn’t fucking up, it was never good to see her muttering because it meant she was doubting herself.
The brunette shifted her weight from her right to her left and back again as she waited for the serve from her opponent.
The first serve went wide. “There you go,” Patsy said under her breath. “Second serve, Gail. You got to attack it.”
Gail waited and when the serve came, Gail attacked but her opponent drove her back with a blistering forehand which Gail only barely returned.
The other woman was coming to the net now.
“Lob it past her,” Patsy wanted to shout but Gail didn’t drive it past the girl. Instead, she practically just laid the ball out there for the other girl to hit it and hit it she did.
But Gail wasn’t giving up. She chased the ball into the corner but she ran out of room before she could get her racket on the ball and she went crashing hard into the wall.
It was clear almost from the moment she hit that she wasn’t getting up. A ball girl got there first followed closely by other officials.
“Get away from me,” Gail railed. “Get away from me. Leave me alone.” Already, she was trying to get herself to her feet. “Where’s my fucking racket?”
“Ms. Winslow, are you okay?”
Gail looked at the linesman. “Do I look like I’m fucking okay? Where’s my God damn fucking racket?”
“Ms. Winslow. There is no need for such language.”
“I’lll say whatever I God damn want to,” Gail said. “Now where’s my fucking racket?”
The ball girl handed Gail her racket.
“All right then. I’m ready to play. Let’s go.”
But it was clear right from the outset that Gail wasn’t close to ready. She lost the next point and then the game. She hobbled back to her bench.
“What’s wrong?” Patsy asked.
“Nothing,” Gail growled. “Water. Gimme.”
“You already drank through yours,” Patsy reminded her, “and you’re halfway through mine.”
“I know but I need water.”
Patsy handed over her bottle and then she stroked the girl’s face. “What happened out there?”
“What happened out where?”
“In the corner.”
“I fell,” Gail said curtly.
“I know that. I mean what happened?”
“I fell,” Gail said again.
“You hurt something?”
“Yeah, so.”
“So. Can you keep playing?”
“I’m fine.”
“That wasn’t what I asked and you know it.”
“I’m fine,” Gail said and with that, she picked up her racket and she trudged back out to take her place on the court.
Patsy rubbed her fingers together and in spite of the heat, she shivered. It was happening, she told herself, and it was much too late for her to do anything about it.
Despite her protests, Gail was hardly fine. She lost the next game and then in the next game, Svetlana broke her serve.
Gail trudged over to her bench.
“You’re hurt,” Patsy said.
“Yeah,” Gail groused, “tell me something I don’t know.”
“Svetlana’s going to come to the net on the next point.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know.”
Gail shook her head in disbelief but she was ready when Svetlana came to the net. She won that point ... but she lost the match.
Her coach put an arm around her charge. Gail tried to brush Patsy’s hand away but Patsy brushed her cheek. “I’m fine,” Gail said.
“I know. It hurts,” Patsy said as her hand again brushed Gail’s cheek.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” the coach said as she led the younger woman into the locker room.
“Well I am fine. I’m pissed but I’m fine.”
“Hmm. You look like you could use a hug.”
“What?!”
“Come here.”
This was stupid, Gail told herself and yet she found herself approaching her coach and she let her coach put her arms around her. “There, there,” Patsy consoled her. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay, Gail tried to tell herself. It was never okay when you lost.
“I think someone needs a kiss.”
What? No ... and yet, and yet Gail found herself offering up her lips. Why the heck was she doing that?
Her coach kissed her and then she kissed her again. “How was that?” Patsy asked.
“It was nice,” Gail allowed and it really was nice which was what amazed her all that much more. She’d always thought of her coach as rather stern. It was always you have to concentrate more and you have to work harder. When Gail wanted to slack off, it was always her coach that brought her back to the fore so even if Gail had been tempted to kiss a girl, Patsy McMillan was probably the person she would have least wanted to kiss, and yet ...
“Would you like to do it again,” Patsy asked and when her young charge didn’t answer right away, Patsy said, “it’s all right. I know you want to.”
Gail couldn’t help but gasp. How could her coach know that? Still, she nodded.
“It’s all right,” Patsy said. “You can do it.”
Gail kissed her and it was even better than it had been before. Was this wrong, the girl asked herself, and even if it was, did it really matter?
“You can unbutton my blouse,” Patsy said. “I know you want to.”
She hadn’t realized what she’d wanted until just that very moment but her coach was right. She did want to unbutton her blouse and now she was being given permission to do exactly that. Her fingers fumbled a bit as she worked to get the garment open and then she’d done it.
“You can take it off,” Patsy said.
Gail hesitated for a moment and then she was pushing the blouse off her coach’s shoulders.
“And the bra, too,” Patsy said. “You can take that off, too.”
Again, Gail’s fingers fumbled but just like the blouse, she got the garment opened and then she slid it off of Patsy’s shoulders.
“That’s it,” Patsy cooed. “You like those, don’t you?”
Her coach’s breasts were bigger than hers but she did like them. In fact, she loved them. In fact, she loved them a lot.
“You can kiss them,” Patsy said.
That was exactly what she wanted to do, Gail realized. That and more. She brought her face down and she stroked herself against her coach’s tits. Oh fuck yeah. That was what she liked. She liked using her face to titty fuck her coach’s breasts.
Patsy couldn’t help but moan as she felt her young charge do what she’d been told to do but now as Gail kissed her breasts, Patsy knew that she’d always love it when the girl did that for her.
And Gail couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her.
“I’ll bet this is making you hot,” Patsy said. “I’ll bet you want to show me your body, don’t you?”
Gail nodded. Of course, she did. That was exactly what she wanted.
“Turn around,” her coach told her.
Gail turned and in the next moment, she felt her coach unzipping her dress. “I’ll bet you’ve been wanting this,” she heard her coach whisper even as her coach slid her dress off her shoulders.
Mmm yeah, the girl thought. For so long. Oh wow, she loved the way her coach’s hands were caressing her body and then those hands were undoing her bra and her perky, little breasts. They weren’t as big as Patsy’s but Gail couldn’t help but hope that Patsy would find them acceptable and if the way Patsy’s body was pressed up against hers and if the way her hands were reaching around to fondle her tits, Gail thought, then her breasts were more than acceptable.
“I’ll bet you want me to eat your pussy,” Gail heard her coach coo.
Mmm yeah. That was exactly what she wanted and then almost as if to meet her needs, she felt her coach taking down her panties and finally, mercifully, finally, she was totally naked except for her shoes and her socks.
“Lie down, won’t you?”
Gail already knew she was going to do whatever her coach told her to do so she laid down on the bench and she waited.
She didn’t have long to wait. Her coach slipped off her gray pants and then she lowered her panties and in moments, she was just as naked as her pupil.
“We’re going to have to keep this shaved,” Patsy said as she settled between the younger woman’s legs.
That was exactly what they were going to have to do, the girl agreed and then she felt her coach’s tongue on her pussy and she just couldn’t help but moan. Oh fuck, that was so good.
Her hands seemed to find their way to her tits even as her coach ate her pussy. It never even crossed her mind that she’d never wanted to have her pussy eaten before. She wanted it now and that was all that mattered, that and the fact that the person she wanted between her legs was Patsy McMillan.
Oh fuck. Her pussy. Her pussy was on fire. Oh fuck. She was going to cum.
She didn’t want to cum. Not just yet at least. She wanted to make it last, only ...
Only her body didn’t want to wait. She could feel herself giving in. She was so close.
Oh geez. It felt so good to give in. It really did.
“And now you can do mine,” her coach said when her young charge’s pussy had finally stopped cumming.
“So how’d it go?”
“How’d what go?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” the man said. “How’d it go.”
“It went fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So how’d you do it?”
“I put the stuff in my water bottle.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah it was, and then I shared it with her.”
“You did what?!”
“I shared it with her.”
“God damn it, Patsy, you know how that stuff works.”
“I know how the stuff works. You told me.”
“Once she drank the stuff—”
“You mean once she started to sweat.”
“Yeah. I mean once she started to sweat. Once she drank the stuff and she started to sweat, her sweat was going to be like a toxin to anyone she touched. She would quite literally be irresistible.”
“Oh she is.”
“You don’t mean you touched her,” the man said.
“Of course, I touched her. I touch her just about every day and I touch her in the most intimate of ways. I love her.”
The man shook his head. “I just don’t understand you,” he said finally.
“What’s there to understand? I just couldn’t do it to her and her alone. If I was going to make her love me, then I was going to have to make myself love her. After all, she’s just as addicted to me as I am to her. It was only fair.”
The man shook his head. “Gee, Sis. If I’d known you were going to do that, I probably wouldn’t have helped you.”
“Maybe that’s why I didn’t tell you.”
The man shook his head yet again. “I sure do hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I do,” Patsy said. “You can count on that.”
“Gail, I’d like you to do some hitting off the ball machine for me. Can you do that?”
“Sure thing, Patsy,” the young star said.
Patsy had had little doubt what it was her star player was going to say but then Gail was more than just her star player. It had been eight months since Patsy had dosed the two of them with her doctored water bottle and in that time, Gail had become so much more to her than just a player. In that time, Gail had become her lover and her life.
There was little doubt that Gail would have done whatever Patsy had asked of her just as there was little doubt that Patsy would have done the same for her. Sometimes, it made it hard though. It hurt Patsy on the few times when she had to ride her charge hard and telling herself that it was for Gail’s on good was the only thing that kept her from countermanding that order, and besides, the make-up sex was incredible.
That morning, there was something that Patsy wanted to take care of so while Gail hit balls off of the ball machine, Patsy climbed into the bleachers to talk to the one person sitting there. “You know this is a closed practice,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” the girl said. She had blond hair and she looked to be in he late teens.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
“I know what it means.”
“It means you’re going to have to leave.”
“I know.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
The blond didn’t answer right away, her eyes instead drawn to the woman hitting balls on the court. “I have to come,” she said.
“Why?”
The girl didn’t say anything. She just watched the girl on the court.
“You’ve been here before, right?”
The blond nodded.
“What’s your name?”
“Robin. Robin Williams.”
“Well, Robin, I can’t have you interfering with Gail’s training like this. If you keep coming back here, I’m going to have to have you arrested.”
“You can do what you want but I’m going to keep coming back.”
“Why?”
“Because I love her.”
Patsy couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s response. She was most likely a fan. Infatuated? Certainly. But love? Hah. The girl couldn’t possibly know what love was. “Look, I’ll make it easy for you. Just walk away now and no one gets hurt.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“I already told you. I love her.”
“You don’t even know her.”
“I don’t have to know her. I love her.”
Patsy was starting to get mad. “Listen. I gave you a choice. Now, I’m telling you. Either you leave now or I call the cops.”
“I’ll leave,” the girl said.
“And don’t come back,” Patsy said.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t come back,” the girl said.
“If you do, we’re going to call the cops.”
“You can do whatever you want.”
“She’s back,” Gail said.
“I know she is,” Patsy said.
“Do you think we should call the cops?”
Patsy sighed. “I’ll talk with her again. You just hit some balls off of the ball machine, okay?”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t long before Patsy was once more talking to the blond. “You came back,” she said.
“I said I would.”
“And I said I’d call the cops.”
“Did you?”
“Not yet but I will. Why do you keep coming back here?”
“I told you. I love her.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You can believe what you want,” Robin said, “but I do love her. Ever since I saw her play in the Open.”
“So you’re a tennis fan?”
“Of course, but that’s not why I love her.”
“Why do you love her then?”
The blond looked at the girl hitting balls on the court. “Do you know I almost met her?”
“What? Who?”
Robin nodded at the girl on the court. “Her. It was at the Open. It was the day she lost her match.”
“You were there?”
Robin nodded. “I was a ball girl.” She nodded at the girl on the court. “She fell. She hurt her knee, I think. I went to help her up but she didn’t want any help. She just wanted to play the game. I think that’s when I fell in love with her.”
Patsy couldn’t help but feel her blood run cold. “Did you help her up?” she asked. “Did you touch her?”
“I told you. She didn’t want me to.”
“Yeah, but did you touch her?”
“I think so. I guess. Why?”
Oh God, Patsy thought.
“Is something wrong?”
“What? No. Um, you have to leave.”
“I’ll go if you make me but you know I’m going to keep coming back.”
Oh God, Patsy thought. That really was it. That really was the problem. This girl Robin could no more leave Gail alone than she could.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” the blond asked.
“I’m fine,” Patsy snapped, “but you have to go. You have to go right now.”
“I’ll go but you know I’m going to be back.”
That was just what Patsy was afraid of. If she’d been on the outside looking in, she’d do anything she could to be near Gail. In fact, just the thought of losing Gail was enough to make her anxiety levels rise. She just couldn’t lose her.
So obviously, something was going to have to be done about Robin. The question was what?
She could have the girl arrested as a stalker. Patsy couldn’t help but grin at that. Robin was certainly that but the question was how long would the police hold on to her?
Not long, probably. At least not the first time, but she’d be back. Patsy was sure of that.
Of course, the police could be called again and again and again. Restraining orders could be sought. A buffer could be created but the need to be with Gail would overwhelm Robin’s sensibilities. Sooner or later, she’d violate the restraining order and she’d be thrown in jail but sooner or later, she’d be released, and then what?
That was the question, of course. Then what? She wouldn’t stop. Patsy was sure of that because she knew that if there positions were reversed, she never would.
So what would she do? That was the question.
Perhaps they could go into hiding but almost as soon as she thought of it, Patsy knew that wouldn’t work. Gail was a professional tennis player. That meant she had matches to attend and that meant she had to be out in public and as much as she loved Gail, there was no way she could ask her lover to give that up.
So what was she going to do.
Perhaps she could get someone else to seduce Robin.
Yeah, but who and how. It wasn’t like she knew just anyone that she could throw at the girl and it always came down to the same old thing. Why would Robin choose anyone else when she knew what she really wanted was Gail. Would that have worked on her? Certainly not. She loved Gail and nobody could have seduced her away from her lover.
So just what the heck was she going to do?
She’d have to call someone. She’d have to see if she could do it, but damn, she had to do something.
“Do you even like tennis?” Patsy asked.
Robin never took her eyes off of Gail even as she answered the question. “Of course I like tennis. Why do you ask?”
“I think I have an answer with what to do with you,” Patsy said.
That drew a brief glance from Robin. “Do with me?” she asked.
“We can’t have you coming over here like this all the time and bothering my star player.”
Robin’s eyes turned back to the girl who was still working out on the court. “You know I’m not going to stop,” she said.
“I know. That’s why I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with you.”
“And I take it you have an idea.”
“Yeah, I have an idea but you have to do what I say.”
“Will I get to be with her?”
“You will but only if you do exactly what I tell you to do.”
The girl thought it over but there was never any doubt in Patsy’s mind about what it was she was going to say. “I’ll do it,” she said.
“All right then. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
Gail glared at the blond when Patsy brought her into practice the next day. “What’s she doing here?” she asked.
“I thought you could use a sparring partner of sorts.”
“I thought that’s what you were for,” Gail said bitterly.
“That’s what I am here for,” Patsy said, “but I need to see how you work hitting against another person.”
“I don’t know,” Gail said.
“Would you try it just for me?” Patsy said.
Gail softened a little bit and Patsy was sure she knew why. There wasn’t anything that Gail wouldn’t do for her so in spite of not wanting to do it, she’d do it because Patsy wanted it. Patsy hated herself for doing this but it was for Gail’s own good anyway and she knew she’d do anything for Gail.
“You okay with this?” Patsy asked when she’d pulled Gail off to the side.
“I guess. Why’s she really here?”
“I told you. Sparring partner.”
“Uh huh,” the younger woman said in a tone that said just how unbelievable she thought that was.
“You have my permission though to run her ragged.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a top ranked player. Are you saying you can’t run her ragged?”
Gail started to grin. “You mean beat her up a bit?”
“Only on the court, but if she can’t keep up, then maybe she’ll decide to quit.”
Gail was starting to smile a little more broadly now. “You know,” she said. “I think I’m starting to see your point. I think maybe I do need a sparring partner.”
“I kind of thought you might,” Patsy said.
The girls played a set and Gail did her best to run the other girl ragged while Patsy shouted at the blond. “If you want to help out here,” she’d shout, “you’re going to have to keep up,” or “You can’t slow down now. You’re just getting started,” or “I thought you said you knew how to play tennis. Come on.”
For her part, Robin did her best to keep up but it was clear that Gail was getting the best of the other girl.
“Break time,” Patsy called out after the first set was done and the two girls came over to where Patsy was standing. “You want some water,” she said even as she handed a bottle to Robin.
“Thanks,” the girl said gratefully as she took the bottle.
“How about you,” Patsy asked her lover.
“I’m fine,” Gail said.
“Take one anyway.”
Gail was about to protest again when she noticed the look in Patsy’s eye, Patsy wanted her to take a bottle and that was all that Gail had to know. “Sure, I’ll take one,” she said.
“All right then, you two. You still got another set to go so drink up and get ready.”
Robin groaned at that and Gail was grinning as she looked over at her coach. “You want me to keep going hard?” she asked.
“Of course. There’s no letting up in professional tennis.”
“Hard it is then,” and once more, the two teens took their places on the court.
If anything, things seemed to go worse for Robin in the second set. It was almost as if she couldn’t get her body moving and Gail was all too happy to take advantage of any lapses that she might have.
Finally though, the game was over and the two girls came off the court. “Whew,” Robin said, “I thought I was in shape but you sure showed me something today.”
“What are you doing?” Patsy asked.
“What?”
“You’re not done here,” Patsy told the girl. “If you want to stay with us, you’re going to have to earn your keep.”
“Earn my keep?”
“You’re going to have to pick things up around here. You know. We can’t leave a messy court.”
“But—”
“You do want to hang around with us, don’t you?”
“Yes, but—”
“But what? You need to do your job and after you’re done with that, you can join us in the sauna and maybe we can find some other things for you to do.”
For a moment, it looked as if Robin was going to say something but then she seemed to think better of it. “Yes, of course,” she said meekly and she could hear Gail and Patsy laughing as they walked off in the direction of the sauna.
It was nearly a half hour later when Robin knocked on the door of the sauna. No one answered so she thought maybe they didn’t hear her so she knocked again.
Again, there was no answer.
Should she let herself inside, she wondered. Was anyone still in there. Maybe they’d gone off and they’d left her. She wouldn’t put it past them if they did, but they’d said maybe she could join them in the sauna when she was done.
She cracked the door open. “Hello,” she called out meekly.
She heard nothing at first but as she listened, she thought she heard something and then through the steam,she heard someone say, “Take off your clothes.”
Okay, that was weird, but okay, it was a sauna. She removed her clothes and she stepped inside.
“Over here,” she heard someone call out.
“She stepped deeper into the sauna and that’s when she realized where the other two women were.
Her beloved was sitting on a bench with her legs spread and there between her legs was Gail’s coach and what she was doing to her ... oh my God. Robin could feel her body getting hotter as she watched. She was starting to sweat now. She never would have thought they would be doing anything like that but now that she was here, now that she was seeing this with her own eyes, somehow, this just seemed so right.
“Don’t just stand there,” Gail ordered. “Come here.”
Robin took a step forward and then she took another.
“I said come here,” Gail ordered.
Robin took another step forward and then another and then she was standing right there looking down at Gail and at what the other woman was doing between Gail’s legs.
“Oh my God,” Gail moaned. “Do you like this?”
If she’d thought about it, she might have answered differently but she wasn’t thinking about it. “Give me your hand,” Gail said.
Again, Robin did as she was told to do and she reached out her hand.
There was something about it as Gail took hold of her hand, almost like a jolt but not exactly that. It was almost like ... a revelation ... and whatever it was, it seemed as if Gail had felt it, too.
They’d been taking advantage of her. Robin wasn’t sure how she knew it. She just did know it but that was okay. She could handle that.
She looked down at the woman with her head between Gail’s thighs and instinctively, her hand touched the back of Patsy’s neck and once again, she felt it, the feeling of something, something new that hadn’t been there before. Her hand wrapped itself in Patsy’s hair and she pulled the coach up from between the pupil’s legs.
Patsy looked up at her with big wide eyes.
“Are you doing a good job eating her pussy?” Robin asked.
Patsy nodded emphatically.
“Well don’t let me stop you. Get back down there and make her cum.”
Patsy nodded and even as Robin released her hold on her hair, Patsy once more let her tongue slide between Gail’s legs.
“Is she doing a good job?” Robin asked.
“Oh yes,” Gail moaned.
“It’s a good thing someone’s doing a good job.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. At least someone here is getting their pussy licked. Too bad it’s not me.”
“You want me to lick your pussy?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“I want to,” the tennis pro said. “I want to lick your pussy so bad.”
“Well if that’s what you want, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Beg for it.”
For a moment, there was a look of defiance on Gail’s face but that look only lasted for a moment and then in the next moment, it was replaced with a look of utter longing. “Please,” she begged. “Please. I want to eat your pussy.”
“You do, do you?”
“Uh huh. I do.”
“Say it again. Tell me what you want to do.”
“I want to eat your pussy.”
“And what do you want to do when you eat my pussy?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you want to do when you eat my pussy?”
“I want to make you cum,” the girl said.
“And what are you going to do when you make me cum?”
“What?”
“What are you going to do when you make me cum? Are you going to lick all my juices up?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to keep licking my pussy until you make me cum again?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to beg me to lick my pussy again?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I suppose if you’re going to do all those things, who am I to say no.”
“So you’re saying I can lick your pussy?”
Robin didn’t even bother to answer. Instead, she just pulled Gail’s mouth between her legs and she moaned as the other girl started to lick her pussy. “Mmm yeah,” the blond moaned. “That’s it. Eat that pussy.”
Gail didn’t say anything but then maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe she was too busy doing what she’d been told to do to open her mouth for anything else other than the pussy in front of her.
“Oh my God,” Robin moaned. “Oh my God. You keep doing that, you’re going to make me cum.”
If the thought of having another girl come in her mouth was in the least ways upsetting, Gail certainly didn’t show it.
“Oh my God. Here it comes.”
And still Gail’s tongue kept licking even as Robin’s body jerked and bucked as she started to cum.
Robin’s hand stroked the other girl’s hair even as Gail started to lick her pussy again. “Oh no, you don’t,” she said.
“But I want to,” Gail whimpered. “I want to please you.”
“I know you do,” Robin said, “but you have to give me a moment to catch my breath.”
“Okay,” Gail said and then she asked hopefully, “but afterwards, can we do it then?”
“We’ll see,” Robin said, “but for now, I want you to lie here with me.”
“All right,” and that was all it took for the two young women to lie down face to face, their bodies pressed together and their lips touching and wherever the two women touched, it was like Robin felt a surge of electricity. What was this, she wanted to know, and then on the other hand, she didn’t really care what it was. She just hoped whatever it was would just keep on happening.
But then Robin felt Patsy coming up behind her. At first, her hand was on her hip and then she could feel the other woman pressing in close. She could feel Patsy’s breasts as they pushed into her back and it seemed like she was being pushed ever closer to Gail. She was sandwiched between these two women and she absolutely loved it.
She lost time of the number of times she was brought to orgasm there in that sauna and every time it seemed as if she couldn’t go anymore, her cohorts seemed to have different plans and the last thing she remembered before she passed out was the two of them between her legs.
It had started out as a disagreement. “I want to lick your pussy,” Patsy had said.
“No fair,” Gail had pouted. “I want to lick her, too.”
“I called it first,” Patsy said.
“But ... but—”
“Girls,” Robin had said and she was amazed at how attentive the two of them suddenly became. “Girls, there’s a way we can solve this.” They were looking at her almost as if they were hanging on her next words.
“You can both lick my pussy.”
Both women grinned as if that were the most wonderful suggestion in the world and in fact the two of them both helped the other as they shared Robin’s pretty, little pussy.
“Hey, Sis, it’s me, Kevin.”
“Kevin,” Patsy said.
“How are things going? I noticed Gail’s been slipping in the standings recently.”
“Yeah,” Patsy said.
“Anything wrong?”
“Wrong? What makes you say that?”
“Because Gail’s been slipping,” her brother reminded her. “It seems to me that you and her were pretty set on getting her ranked in the top 25.”
“Yeah well, we have more important issues to deal with right now.”
“More important things? What could be more important than that?”
“Well taking care of our Mistress for one thing.”
“Your what?!”
“Our Mistress.”
“Okay, you gotta tell me what’s been going on there.”
“There’s not a whole lot to tell really. Gail and me, we have a mistress. Her name is Robin and we both love her to death and quite frankly, we both love it when she tells us what she wants us to do.”
“When did this happen?”
“About six weeks ago.”
“About six weeks ... oh God, Sis, this didn’t have anything to do with that drug you wanted me to get for you, did it?”
“Well yeah, I guess it did.”
“Oh my God. Sis, tell me you didn’t take a second dose of that stuff.”
“What do you mean?”
“You did take a second dose, didn’t you?”
“Well you know Gail and me both took it some months ago, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And six weeks ago, when you got it for me, I split it up between me and Gail and Robin.”
“Oh God.”
“And then we went into the sauna where we could be all nice and hot and sweaty.”
“Oh God.”
“It was so cool,” Patsy said. “I think right then and there, Gail and I both knew that the only thing that mattered to us was making Robin happy and we’ve been doing that ever since.”
“Oh my God. Okay, Patsy, listen to me. You can’t do what you and Gail did. You can’t take the drug twice because if you do, it makes you very subservient and very needing to please.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Of course, I know. Me and Robin and Gail, we talked about it after it had happened. I told them everything that I’d done, how I’d used the drug to seduce Gail and how I’d later used the drug to try and seduce Robin and I guess we all kind of figured it out then.”
“You figured it out then?”
“Yeah, we figured it out then. We figured out that Robin loved me and Gail and she definitely does love us but we also figured out that Gail and me, we both needed her to tell us what to do so because she loves us so much, she tells us exactly what she wants us to do.”
“Oh God. Listen, Patsy, I’ll see if I can’t come up with a cure for this as soon as possible.”
“No!”
“What’d you say?”
“I said no. My mistress said I could tell you what we’d done but she said I couldn’t ever let you cure me. She said to tell you that if I ever tried, that we’d make sure that the authorities found out what you’d done.”
“Patsy!”
“Please, Kevin. I don’t want you to cure me. I like being the way I am now.”
“Come on, Patsy. This isn’t natural.”
“I don’t care,” Patsy said. “I like the way I am now and I don’t want to change. Promise me you won’t do it, Kev. Promise me you won’t try and change me back.”
“Patsy. Come on.”
“I mean it, Kev. I like the way I am now. Please don’t try and change me back.”
“All right, Patsy. You win.”
“You aren’t going to change me back?”
The brother sighed. “You win,” he said again. “I won’t try and change you back.”
“Thanks, Kevin.”
“I just hope you enjoy your new life.”
“I will, Kevin. I know I will.”