AI Era: Stacy Confesses to Rachel by Negatim

All characters are fictional and are at least 18 years old.

When Stacy returned to her dorm room, she still felt the excitement and nervousness from her interview with Brad and MaryAnne. She went to her room, put on some tunes on her earbuds and changed into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She laid out on her bed for a while, eyes closed, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of the afternoon's events. When that didn't happen, she walked into the living room and saw Rachel sitting on the couch, studying for an exam.

Rachel looked up and smiled as Stacy entered. "Hey, how was your day?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Stacy hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to reveal too much about her interview, for fear of scaring Rachel away. But she also didn't want to lie to Rachel. "It was good," she said finally, trying to sound nonchalant. "Class was boring, the test was easy."

Rachel's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, that's all I get?! Did you go to the interview? How did it go?"

Stacy shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I went. It was just some basic poses and stuff. I don't think I'm going to be a famous model or anything."

Rachel noticed something about Stacy's eyes when she brushed off the questions about her audition. But she figured that Stacy would fill her in when she was ready. So she nodded, seeming to accept this explanation. "Well, that's great. You'll have to tell me more about it when I finish studying for this stupid test, okay?"

"K." Stacy felt a mix of relief and guilt. She knew she couldn't keep the details of her interview a secret from Rachel forever, but for now, she was content to leave it at that. Rachel kept her head in her books for about another hour and then pushed them away with a sigh.

"Well, I guess if I don't know it by now, I won't know it for the test. But I'm DONE! So come on, spill the tea about your interview..." Rachel exclaimed.

As nonchalantly as she could, Stacy got up and walked over to Rachel, sitting down beside her on the couch. Rachel looked up at her, a question in her eyes, and Stacy leaned in, her lips brushing against Rachel's ear.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice breaking a bit, out of nervousness. "I do need to talk to you about something."

Rachel's eyes narrowed, her gaze intense. "What? Is it about the interview?" she asked.

Stacy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was taking a risk, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to be close to Rachel, to be honest with her.

"About the interview...," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "...with Brad and MaryAnne. They're the modeling agents, and they're interested in representing me."

Rachel's eyes widened, her gaze flashing with surprise. But then, a slow smile spread across her face, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Stacy's ear.

"I'm not surprised," she whispered, her voice full of desire. "You're beautiful, Stacy. I've always known that. So, what happened?"

Stacy recounted the first part of the interview. She continued with details about her first poses and the pictures. As she told Rachel the details, she began to feel that familiar heat between her legs, the passion from the afternoon resurfacing. She started telling Rachel the details about MaryAnne doing her makeup and hair.

Stacy couldn't help but notice the way Rachel's eyes were lingering on her body. She felt a flutter in her chest, and suddenly, she was struck by a desire to be closer to Rachel. She wanted to touch her and be touched by her, to feel her skin against Rachel's. She made the decision to tell Rachel everything. She knew she had to tell her or risk losing her. So...

"After my makeup, MaryAnne asked if I was shaved, you know, down there. I told her no. She told me that would not do for some of the lingerie photos they had planned. So she had me sit on the edge of the tub and, well, she shaved my mound."

Rachel raised her eyebrows and exclaimed, "Oh my god. Wow! Was it weird?"

"No, she was very business-like. Well, mostly business-like... And she made me feel beautiful and sexy. So, I just went with it. She actually shaved all around my privates. She even "accidentally" touched my clit. I kind of brushed it off and got dressed in the first outfit and went out to Brad for some pictures."

"Geesh. I bet it wasn't an accident. It sounds like you handled that pretty well. So then you took some pictures and that was it?"

"We did take some pictures..." Stacy replied.

Rachel raised an eyebrow and said, "And...?"

"Brad had me do some standard poses, you know, like in the fashion ads in Vogue. Then he wanted to do some lingerie shots. So I took off my dress..."

Rachel responded, her voice sounding a little husky, "So, you posed in your underwear? You naughty girl. Was it weird - being almost naked in front of strangers? I have to admit, it does sound hot."

"And then, he took a bunch of shots with me in all sorts of sexy poses. He told me to lie back on the bed and took some pretty intimate shots."

"Exactly how intimate?" Rachel asked.

"He, umm, had me take off my bra." Stacy paused. "And then he took a bunch of pictures with me in different positions. He had me run my hands up and down my body. It was strange, I kind of lost track of where I was. He told me to remove the panties. God, Rachel, I was getting so horny. I took them off and I couldn't help myself - I started playing with my pussy. Right there. In front of strangers. ON CAMERA! It was sooo hot!"

Rachel's pupils were dilated, like deep black pools as she said in a whisper, "Show me."

Stacy's fears were relieved that she hadn't scared Rachel off so far. She relaxed, stood and slowly lifted her top up and over her breasts and head. After dropping it on the floor, she ran her hands over her tits, stopping to tweak her already hard nipples. She maintained eye contact with Rachel as she slowly slid her hands down her tummy and under the waistband of her sweatpants.

She continued to slide her hands down her legs, bending at the waist, till she had the sweats pooled at her ankles. Her eyes were locked onto Rachel as she removed one foot, then the other, from the piled up sweatpants. She then stood up slowly, bringing her hands back up her shapely legs. When they reached her now-naked sex, she used one hand to open her lips and the other to gently massage her engorged clit.

"Come over here, Stacy."

Stacy's heart skipped a beat. Rachel's words sent shivers down her spine. She knew she was in a dilemma, that she was about to reveal details that would either destroy or cement their budding relationship. Without thinking, Stacy leaned in and pressed her lips against Rachel's in a heated kiss. Rachel didn't respond immediately, she was trying figure out where this sudden passion had come from.

As the kiss continued, Rachel stopped wondering and began to return the passion she felt from Stacy. Within minutes, her body began responding to Stacy's touch. Stacy could feel her own desires rising to the surface, her pussy growing wet and swollen with anticipation. Their tongues began to explore each other's soft, hot mouths and lips.

"OK. You have to tell me the rest. Now." demanded Rachel, breaking away from the deep French kiss.

Stacy replied, "I don't know how to tell you this, but I'll try..." and then she began to describe all the details of the explicit part of her interview. As she did, Rachel's hands began to roam her body, tracing sensual circles on her skin, but avoiding her boobs and pussy. The feeling was so erotic, almost like being back at the hotel.

As she shared the details of her sexy photoshoot, Stacy could see Rachel's eyes twinkle. As Stacy demonstrated her self-love experience, Rachel stood and sensually removed her clothes, piece by piece, all while maintaining intense eye contact with Stacy. Stacy watched intently as she acted out her interview story, her own sex beginning to drip at the sight of Rachel and the memory of that afternoon.

When Rachel was fully nude, she rejoined Stacy on the couch. Her hands now roamed over Stacy's back, then over her tummy, ending up on her luscious breasts. She lingered there for a few minutes kneading the fleshy tits and gently pinching the rock-hard nipples. Stacy continued to stroke her rock-hard clit as Rachel explored the rest of her body.

As Stacy reenacted her on-camera masturbation, Rachel couldn't help herself and began to touch her own moist gash. Stacy could see the moisture on Rachel's outer lips and fingers as she slid them up and down the length of her outer lips. Stacy subconsciously licked her lips. Rachel noticed and guessed that there might be a lot more to this story.

Stacy recounted as many details as she could, recreating them in person as she did. The erotic story had Rachel sliding two fingers from her left hand into her slick cunt and flicking her clit her right index finger. Stacy watched intently as she described what she had done and felt. Stacy was very close to cumming as she described reaching orgasm on camera in front of Brad and MaryAnne. Rachel let out a soft moan, rubbed furiously at her clit, and brought herself to a small orgasm. The raw eroticism of the situation caused Stacy to cum so hard that the entire couch shook as she came.

After regaining her composure, Rachel said, "Oh GOD! That was so hot! So, that's when they told you that you got the job?"

"There was a bit more to the interview." Stacy replied, sheepishly.

"MORE?!"

"Yeah. A lot more, I guess!"

"Holy SHIT, girl! Tell me."

Stacy then told her about "posing" with MaryAnne. As she described the details of her first full-blown lesbian experience, Rachel thought "it's now or never" and reached over and began to tease Stacy's engorged love-button. As the action in Stacy's story intensified, so did the intensity of Rachel's attention to Stacy's seeping sex. She used a couple of fingers from her other hand to slowly penetrate Stacy's slippery cunt.

Rachel continued to use both hands to pleasure Stacy's snatch. Stacy parted her legs farther, giving Rachel's fingers better access to her sopping wet cunt. She felt a rush of excitement, as her pussy responded to Rachel's touch. Her hips began to move involuntarily as she continued to describe all the details she should remember of her session with MaryAnne. As she described 69ing with MaryAnne, Rachel slipped off the couch and between Stacy's widely spread legs. Stacy continued her recounting of the "interview" as Rachel began to lap at her cunt and suckle on her distended clit.

Stacy could feel her orgasm building and hurried her story. Just as she was telling about cumming with MaryAnne, she reached the point of no return in the present. She stopped talking and grabbed Rachel's head, forcing her sex into Rachel's willing mouth. Rachel latched onto Stacy's clit and whipped it to a frenzy with her talented tongue. Stacy bucked and moaned loudly as her fourth or fifth climax of the day hit her hard.

As Stacy came down from her orgasm, Rachel pulled away from her sodden cunt and said, "So that's when they told you that you had the job?"

"Uh. Not quite yet. Brad had been taking pictures this whole time. He said it was great, but he needed more."

"Stop fucking with me. You're making all this up."

"No. Let me tell you the rest."

"OK. But I gotta pee, first."

Rachel got up and headed to her bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned with something behind her back.

"What do you have behind your back?"

"You'll see when you tell me the rest."

Stacy then told her all the lurid details of Brad fucking her on camera. She couldn't believe how horny she was getting, just from telling the story! Rachel noticed Stacy absentmindedly stroking her clit and pulled out the item she had been hiding. It was a thick, double-ended dildo.

Rachel said, "I think you should get on your hands and knees and tell me the rest of the story."

Stacy grinned and got in position. Rachel assumed the same position behind her. Stacy continued on with her story as Rachel first worked the dildo into her own tight snatch and then leaned back and pressed it against Stacy's equally tight love-tunnel. Rachel held the middle of the double phallus and began to move it in and out of their tight coed pussies.

As the story of Stacy's photo shoot continued, the two coeds got into a rhythm, rocking back and forth, shoving the rubber phallus into one welcoming cunt then the other. As the dildo pulled back, both girls could feel their pussy lips grabbing onto it, trying to keep it fully embedded within them.

As Stacy described Brad's massive climax, they intensified their efforts upon one another. As they shoved the massive dong back and forth, they each reached down and furiously rubbed their engorged clits. It only took about two more minutes until both freshmen were moaning and screaming out their simultaneous finales.

They both collapsed onto the carpeted floor. Rachel smiled, her eyes shining with sated lust. "I'm so glad we did that," she gasped.

Stacy nodded, her body still responding to Rachel's touch. "Me too, but I think I'm done!" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Rachel smiled, her eyes flashing with glee. "Don't poop out on me now, I'm just getting started," she whispered, her voice full of promise. Without any further warning, Rachel pushed Stacy back onto the couch and began to suck her pussy. Even after at least six orgasms already that day, her body began responding to Rachel's touch.

As Rachel licked and sucked her pussy, Stacy felt herself getting lost in the intensity of the moment. She was no longer thinking, no longer aware of anything except the pleasure of Rachel's touch. Her mind was reeling with desire and lust. Her hips began thrusting into Rachel's eager mouth. Her breathing became shallow and her moans became louder and louder. Her legs began to shake and tremble as she approached her peak.

Then it happened. She erupted with the Mother of All Climaxes. Her body arched up from the couch and went stiff, while her legs quivvered, for what seemed like an eternity. It was then that her pussy erupted with a small gush of girl-cum. Then she began to convulse and writhe around on the now soaked sofa. Somehow Rachel was able to hang on to her bucking roommate and coaxed every bit of sexual energy out of her no-longer-virgin pussty.

"I'm completely spent, used up, done!" Stacy breathed out, as her seventh (or eighth? - she had lost count) orgasm finally subsided.

"I'll bet you are. So, that's when they told you that you had the job?"

"Well, sort of..." replied Stacy, and she went on to describe the offer that Brad had made for the following day - and that she had accepted it.

"You're taking me with you, right? For 'safety'. Right?" was Rachel's next question.

"I'll have to call in the morning and ask if it's OK."

"Good. Let's get to bed." quipped Rachel.

For the first time, they headed off Rachel's room together and fell quickly to sleep.To be continued...

AI Era: Stacy Confesses to Rachel

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