My Sluts Pt. 02 and Epilogue

Author's Disclaimer:All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!

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I showed Bianca the zoo and aquarium on Sunday, along with the botanical gardens. They were all within walking distance of each other and free to residents. By the time we got back, late in the afternoon, my feet were killing me.

I went to bed early, wanting to be completely rested for Monday. Alison was finally back in town and would be coming over! We hadn't seen each other since we went in separate directions for college. Even though we texted often, I had not mentioned anything about Bianca. It wasn't that I was trying to hide it from her; it just kind of felt like I was cheating. No, we had never been intimate with each other, physically, but she was the person I thought of whenever I imagined my life in the future. I wasn't fantasizing about marriage, just an ongoing, close relationship. Very close. Very, very close.

Okay, I was in love with her! Happy? I was in love with my best friend and would probably never get the courage to tell her. I just couldn't risk losing her over what was likely my misplaced romantic desires. Bianca had filled the physical need, and I cared for her, but Ali was the person I truly connected with.

Excited or nervous? I wasn't sure which emotion was in the driver's seat at any one moment. What would Alison think about Bianca? I wanted them to be friends. I wanted all of us to hang out together, talking and laughing, and...and maybe more? Anything else was too much to wish for, so those thoughts were shoved way back to only be brought out in private moments when I was alone.

Today, I needed my best friend to see Bianca as someone I was helping and nothing more. I wouldn't lie to her, though. Part of my nervousness was expecting Ali to see the truth written on my face and having to explain. She had always been able to read me, except for being able to divine my desire for her, ironically. The woman was frustratingly dense when it came to romantic overtures.

I spent half the morning trying to decide on what impression I wanted Bianca to make when Ali saw her. Jeans and a T-shirt? Maybe. Sundress? No, wrong season. A Christmas sweater? Eww, no, too silly. Then I pulled out a dress that we had purchased only a couple of days ago because Biance looked so incredible in it. From the back, the cream-colored garment wouldn't have looked out of place on a lawyer. From the front, it looked like a single piece of fabric had been draped over the shoulders, crossed over the breasts, wrapped all the way around, and then crossed again to form the skirt that was split in the center, ending a few inches above the knees. Her belly button was perfectly framed in an open diamond, and her thighs peeked out when she walked. We made out in the changing room after I saw Bianca in that. I knew Ali would be just as blown away.

Bianca was just as excited to meet Alison as I was to see her again. A lot of the stories of my high school years included my best friend, so it was more like she was meeting a character in a book for the first time rather than just another stranger.

When the doorbell rang, I rushed outside and squealed at finally seeing Alison after so many months. She looked so cute! Her naturally curly brown hair was loose, hanging past her shoulders and held out of her eyes by a thin, blue head wrap. She wasn't wearing makeup, allowing the few freckles on her nose to stand out. Normally, Ali would have tried to cover those up, even though I had tried to convince her for years that they were beautiful. As we came together, there was the momentary instinct to kiss her, but I diverted into a tight hug, my heart already beating in anticipation.

Come on, Lauren, I told myself,just rip the band-aid off.

"Hey! So, I want you to meet someone," I announced upon pulling back.

She looked at me quizically. "Okaaay."

I bit my lip and grabbed my best friend's hand as I turned back to the door. Opening it, I led her inside. Bianca was patiently sitting in a sofa with her back to us. When she heard us enter, she rose, wearing a big smile, and rushed around the couch like she was going to hug Alison as well.

"Oh, my goodness, I've heard so much about you!" the blonde exclaimed.

Instead of a hug, she pulled up short and did the typical European greeting of touching cheeks together while kissing the air. I chuckled, still fighting my nerves, and said something stupid.

"That's la bise. It's a European thing."

"Ahch, she already knows that!" Bianca chided me with a dismissive wave. Ali stood there, out of her element, as the blonde stretched her arms out to get a good look at her. "And you are even more exquisite than my beautiful Lauren described you. Shame on you," she scolded me again, "for not telling me how captivating she is."

Alison blushed, her chest rising and falling like she was getting ready to bolt, except for the quivering grin on her face. She was flustered!

"Stop it, Bianca, you're embarrassing my friend!" I said.

"Very well. I will just have to undress her in my imagination," the German woman teased.

"Bianca!" I shot. She was being extra-cheeky this morning.

"I am being honest," she shrugged, then winked at Alison.

That's when I realized that she was teasing me as much as my friend. I huffed at her and decided to move on.

"Ali, this is Bianca. Bianca, my very best friend Alison."

"Umm, hi," Alison gave a tiny wave from her hip. "It's...good to meet you."

With the introductions out of the way, we started to chat. But when Alison asked how long Bianca and I had been dating, it caught me completely off guard. I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"If you are not going to say it, I will," Bianca finally spoke up. My momentary relief at being let off the hook, however, was short-lived. "We are not 'dating' in the usual sense. I am...how do you say...her slut."

I cringed. After a pause, Alison burst out laughing. Several seconds went by as she scanned our faces, then started looking around like she was searching for something.

"Am I being pranked? Is this going up on TikTok later?"

After a somewhat tense exchange, I moved us to the living room to sit down so that I could explain. As she often did, Bianca sat on the floor next to me and rested her head against my leg. Normally, I just thought of this as sweet. With Alison looking on, the submissive nature of the position, from her perspective, rested heavily on me.

Swallowing my fears, I told my BFF how I had found Bianca that night in the rain and how I was taking care of her until her memories came back or the police figured out who she was. I even told her about the girl's inability to express her opinions. Except in bed, but I kept that part to myself.

"Sooo, yourrelationship... It's just for her comfort?" Alison seemed skeptical.

"Completely!" I insisted, but I couldn't say that and hold her gaze. Uncomfortable silence followed. My eyes darted up to see Ali staring at me, expressionless. "I mean, yeah, mostly."

"Mostly?" Her voice was accusatory.

"Well...it's not...fuck...it's not like I don't get something out of it!" I said, trying to rationalize my actions. "Who wouldn't want a willing servant who seems to actually enjoy being told what to do?"

"A servant is not a...a slut, Lauren," she pointed out.

I was ashamed, but had to go into Bianca's episodes. Eventually, she forced me to tell her just how much sex we were having.

"Ali, you're killing me! Twice a day, okay? Happy?"

Her expression softened to one of amusement. "Areyouhappy?"

A sly smile crept onto my face. It was all the answer she needed. The conversation shifted to other details. We talked about my mother as well as Alison's failed attempts at having a sex life. Apparently, even on a college campus, finding other lesbians to date wasn't as easy as porn wanted you to believe.

As we talked, I noticed Bianca starting to fidget. She hadn't had an episode in almost a week, but she was exhibiting all the signs that one was approaching. I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting worse. Finally, it was Alison who said something.

"Is she okay?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied, trying to sound casual. Putting a hand on Bianca's shoulder, I added. "She's just getting a little horny. She's got another half an hour before she starts touching herself."

Why had I been that candid? I wasn't trying to shock her; I was trying to be nonchalant and ended up sounding like the German girl was a machine that I had to recalibrate.

"I thought you said that she needed to getyouoff?"

"Anyone, really," I answered, truthfully. "She keeps getting more and more flustered until she can't control herself and will make herself climax wherever she happens to be."

Alison looked concerned and focused on the woman absently rubbing her cheek against my leg.

"Bianca, are you okay, sweetie?"

To my horror, the blonde's attention suddenly zeroed in on my best friend. She went to all fours and began crawling across the short distance to Alison.

"Let me please you, Miss Alison," Bianca purred, a hand reaching for my friend's knee.

"Whoa there, B," I interrupted, jumping to grab the woman's blonde hair and keep her from completing her trek. Bianca looked so pitiful and desperate, but I couldn't let her molest my friend out of the blue. Nor could I leave Alison here while I took Bianca to my bedroom. I settled on what I thought of as the lesser of my bad options. "Go into the bathroom and make yourself cum, then you can rejoin us," I told the whimpering blonde.

I knew that would reset her clock, even if only for an hour or so. Bianca didn't bother standing up and just crawled to the restroom. My friend and I talked about her condition some more while listening to the erotic sounds emanating from the hall in increasing volume. It was a testament to our friendship that Alison hadn't run away. Would I have been that understanding if the roles had been reversed? No, I would have been too jealous to think rationally.

We talked a little longer, even after Bianca had returned, but there was an uneasy tension in the room. I couldn't guess what my best friend was thinking. She still hugged me just as warmly when we said our goodbyes, but I felt like I would need to give her some time to get comfortable with this new situation.

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After Alison left, I expected Bianca to need some more personal attention. She lasted most of the afternoon, however, before showing any signs of discomfort. In fact, we would need to hurry to finish before my mom got home. That was a little disappointing, because my own desires had been smoldering since that morning. I might have needed her as much as she needed me.

Over the past few days, the German woman had been expressing more individuality when it came to our moments of intimacy. Seeing that as a positive sign that she was starting to free herself from some of her programming, I went along with whatever she requested.

So when she came up the stairs from the basement in only a black corset, matching thigh-high hose, and high heels, I was only mildly surprised. I was also very turned on. She had walked straight out of a classy NSFW photo shoot. Every step toward me was erotic poetry in motion.

"Do you like my outfit?" she whispered in the most sultry of voices as she stepped into my personal space.

My mouth was too dry to answer, so I raised my brows and inclined my head. She smiled and brought both hands up to gather her long blonde hair into a ponytail, her amazing breasts raised and presented to me like an offering. A black ponytail holder slid from her wrist and, with a couple of practiced motions, was twisted around her hair, binding it in place. She held that position with her hands behind her head, for longer than strictly necessary, letting me take her in. For someone with no memory, her seduction instincts were impressive. Very effective!

Bianca's arms came to rest on my shoulders, our noses almost touching.

"Your friend Alison is cute," she grinned. "I imagined fucking her while I was in the bathroom."

My mouth opened to tell her that Ali was my best friend and that she shouldn't think of her like that, but my own desires and hypocrisy held back my response. Our lips brushed together, feathers passing over each other. I inhaled, stealing the air from her exhale. Instinctively, I leaned into her kiss, but her head had already moved, her lips sliding to my neck.

I encircled her waist and pulled her close as a soft moan escaped my throat. Her teeth scraped across my sensitive skin, and my right hand drifted to grope her amazing rear. One of her hands gently urged my head back and to the side, exposing my jugular like a vampire's thrall. That metaphor amplified when Bianca created a seal, gently bit, and began to suck. It felt breathtaking and possessive; she was marking me!

"No hickeys!" I croaked. "My mother will see."

She let go immediately and kissed the spot instead.

"Would that be so bad?" Bianca breathed into my ear. "You said you wanted her. It could open up a conversation."

Before I could correct her phrasing, the blonde sucked on my earlobe and nibbled. I melted, my clothes suddenly constraining and in the way. All I could think about was getting to my room and ripping them off.

Stepping back, I grabbed her hand and practically ran to my bed. I twisted her around and shoved the giggling blonde into it. In my haste to get my clothes off, I almost forgot to close the door. Doing so, I climbed onto the covers and straddled my willing slut. It frightened me a little that I was getting comfortable thinking of her like that, but not enough to pause my advance for even an instant.

Her hands roamed up my thighs and over my torso, seemingly at random. She explored me, over my belly, around my hips, feeling the contours of my breasts, fingers circled my nipples. I looked down at her gently rising and falling chest, her angelic face, and wanted to make her scream my name.

"Take me, Miss Lauren," she said. Our eyes met, both of us seeing the burning need in the other. "I'm yours. Claim me."

Her words turned the burning need into a blazing inevitability - she was fucking irresistible! Letting myself fall forward, I landed with my palms capturing her wrists against the mattress. I kissed her, then pulled her arms above her head, crossed her wrists, and held them there with one hand. She didn't resist, her breathing picking up as I pinned her.

My free hand trailed down her arms, across her neck, over her collarbone, to her breast. The sense of control was intoxicating.

"Mine," I said to myself as her mound deformed in my grasp.

"All yours," Bianca agreed.

My face lowered until my mouth surrounded her nipple. I sucked and devoured it like a hungry animal. The girl made sweet, erotic sounds above me as I swirled her nub around, pulled it deep, and let go with a pop. It wasn't free for long, however, getting drawn back into my mouth where I maneuvered it between my molars and bit down. Not too hard. I didn't want it to be painful. Bianca writhed beneath me, trapped, but enjoying every second.

"Ahhhnngg, yeeess, my goOHHH!" she exclaimed.

This was rougher and more aggressive than I had ever been, but I couldn't help myself. The blonde's willing capitulation was better than any aphrodisiac. I switched to her other breast and repeated the treatment. Her moaning grew in intensity the more forceful I became.

I feasted for another minute, then let go of her arms. Bianca didn't move them, keeping her wrists crossed and stuck to the bedspread above her head as if I had tied them there. Pressing both of her mounds together, I angled the tips until they were almost touching. My hungry mouth engulfed both and clamped down. Again, not enough to be painful, but they weren't escaping either. The blonde's back arched up in response, a guttural, pleasured gurgle tickling my ears and driving me on.

My head shook side to side, tugging her breasts with me. Bianca whimpered and squirmed. I pulled up hard, then let go, her beautiful body bouncing back into its perfect shape. Taking a moment to admire her, I marveled at her muscles flexing and releasing in such a sensual manner, all for me. Slowly, her eyes opened, and her hands moved from their self-imposed bondage. They moved to cup and caress her tortured breasts lovingly, erotically.

"More," she begged. Or commanded? It didn't matter.

Awkwardly, I stretched to the side and opened the top drawer of my side table. The powerful wand vibe lay just inside, charged and ready. Her gaze followed the device as I settled back on my heels and pulled one of her legs out from under me. The black pumps had fallen off at some point, but that gave me the opportunity to massage her soul, then kiss my way up her hose to her knee. That was as far as I could reach in the position I wanted. I straightened and planted her calf against my shoulder, then shifted forward until our slits made contact.

We were both soaked, sliding easily over one another. I began to rock against her, rubbing our clits together. The contact was intermittent, but magical when it happened. We gasped in unison each time our buttons embraced. When I felt like we had reached the peak of stimulation that the position could provide, I lowered the wand, pressing it between us and flipping the switch.

My pussy clinched, and I yelped from the sudden sensation. Bianca's eyes rolled back, and she clawed her breasts harder than I thought would be comfortable. We began to gyrate against the device and each other, quickly finding a rhythm that worked for both of us. Our cries and vocalizations got louder and more chaotic with each passing moment. I forgot all about the possibility of my mother discovering us and rode Bianca's body like it was merely an extension of the wand, a sex toy for my enjoyment.

"That's it! Use me!" the German woman cried.

When I torqued just a little bit faster, Bianca's head rocked back. Her hands slammed down onto the bed and dug in. The leg on my shoulder tried to bend and crush me, but she didn't have the leverage. She jerked and ground into me, her whole body a wriggling mass of ecstasy.

My own orgasm wasn't far behind; I just needed a little longer. Bianca shook for another few seconds, but I was focused on my own building release.

"OHHH...again!...Going to cum...again!" she managed between gasps.

That announcement was already a jolt to my sex. Then she started counting down.

"Five...four..."

My body immediately synced. I knew that when she reached zero, I would cum along with her. It wasn't a choice; it was conditioning.

"Three...two..."

The climax built fast, then paused, like a roller coaster perched at the apex of its highest peak.

"One..."

I held my breath, ready for the ultimate pleasure to undo me, but the silence between her words stretched on.

"P..please!" I begged. Did she know what torture she was putting me through?

"Zero."

Electricity struck my clit and arced to my brain. I lost track of what was happening with Bianca as my orgasm claimed my consciousness. Nothing else existed beyond the exquisite pleasure coursing through me.

I cried out, shook, and lost my balance. Instead of falling forward onto the German woman, something held me in place. Then I was slowly being lowered backward. My eyes fluttered open to see Bianca inches from my face, one hand behind my head, the other holding the wand against me. She had extricated herself from under me, and I hadn't even noticed. Another wave hit me just as my back settled into the bed.

The blonde removed the vibe, mercifully letting me come down. She kissed my cheek and helped me straighten my legs from under me. My heart raced, and I had to force my breath to regulate.