1. Stacy's Submission ~ Chapter 4


    Date: 3/21/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: Aerith_Lives, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    to belly button. Oh fuck. Tell her not to touch you like this. Tell her this makes you uncomfortable. Stacy's belly begins to tense up with nervous, sexual energy. Does it? Do I want her to stop? I don't even know... "Becca? Umm. I don't know. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever met," Stacy begins, trying to focus her mind. "Hmm, I might have to agree with you. She stunned me when I first met her. I remember she used to make me wet just by brushing her hair. She would moan and purr like a little kitten in heat. I could tell then that she would be, very close to me for a long time." Cara loses herself in some delicious memories for a moment. "Sorry, I interrupted you. Go on." "Umm. Well, I don't know. I love talking to her. She makes me feel really special, and after our first date, well, we held hands and I've just never felt anything like that," Stacy admits, starting to really miss Becca. Cara brushes Stacy's long, dark hair around her ear so she can see her face better. "Don't get too melodramatic now. This is a time for having fun. I'm not here to take Becca away from you. I'm here to facilitate a relationship between you. I'm just worried about Becca and how she'll handle it. I mean, a young, pretty girl like you could really hurt her." Stacy feels offended, but tries to stay grounded. Becca respects her. I guess I should at least try to understand why. "Now, Stacy, what do you like about Becca's body?" Cara asks, crossing her legs again, clearly getting a little ...
    worked up. Stacy can't look Cara in the eyes. This is so awkward. This is so weird! I don't even know this woman. Why does she want me to tell her this stuff? "Why do you want me to?" Stacy inquires. "I want… I need to get to know you Stacy. I need to know how your mind works, in all ways, especially on a sexual level. Is that alright with you? Becca is a very sexual creature, so it's very applicable and important." Miss Cara speaks very casually, but deliberately. Her tone is even and cool, but something lingers beneath. "Becca. Well, her..." Stacy says, fumbling to form thoughts. Why am I here? Who is this woman? What am I doing? Why is her hand on me? Why am I okay with it? The alcohol is beginning to have an effect now. Stacy can feel its soothing heat throughout her body and head. Her empty stomach isn't doing much to aid her. She can feel her lips loosening as the words start to flow a little freer now. "Becca's lips. I can't stop thinking about them. Not since I first saw her in the restaurant. I'd dream about her, kissing me, all over. I'd wake up feeling so aroused I'd…" Stacy stops herself. Miss Cara's hand slowly creeps down the front of Stacy's belly. Stacy can feel the adventurous fingers playing with her panties through the fabric of her dress. An intense excitement grows in her chest, causing her to shiver, just slightly. The feeling makes it hard for her to breathe. "I see," Miss Cara purrs quietly. "And before you first went on that date with her, had you ...