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Written 06/26 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
Want
by RC
Something was wrong. My vision was fuzzy for some reason. I blinked,
trying to focus my eyes. Someone seemed to be smiling, her face swirling
around in front of me. I tried to say something, but my mouth felt as if it
was filled with cotton.
After a moment, I managed to get a hold of myself. I worked my jaw
up and down, swallowing several times, blinking away the haziness from my
eyes. Norrine was indeed smiling at me. The other girls were whispering
amongst themselves and giggling.
"What..?" I paused, my voice sounding like a frog with a sore throat.
Everyone began laughing, and I felt my face turning red. I swallowed a few
more times and tried again. "What's so funny?", I croaked.
Norrine was standing a few feet in front of me. The others were
sitting or standing around, watching, laughing. My face was burning, I had no
idea what the joke was, but I somehow seemed to be the one it was on. Norrine
laughed happily, her long hair billowing as she tossed her head to the side.
"Norrine, come on, tell me. What's going on?"
She calmed down a bit. The others quieted also, seeming to move
closer, as if to listen carefully to what was coming.
Still shaking her head, Norrine asked what was the last thing I
remembered. I frowned, puzzled, as I tried to think back. I had gotten to
her place about eight. Had a drink and talked. Had another drink. Then I had
sat down on the couch to talk to -
Yvonne. I glanced over at her, and she was watching me with a wide
grin. I looked back at Norrine curiously, and she nodded.
"You remember talking to Yvonne?" I nodded, confused. Norrine's smile
widened, and the other girls were giggling again.
"She really doesn't remember!", I heard someone, I think Michelle,
say. I looked at her, and she turned red and looked down.
A bit angry now, I turned to Norrine.
"Look, would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
Norrine, eyes shining, shook her head no.
"Nope. But we'll give you a hint. Take your shoes off."
I stared at her in amazement. Why the hell should I take my shoes
off? I started to protest, but then figured, why not, play along, and I'll
finally figure this out. So I took off my shoes and glared at Norrine.
"Well? Now what?" Norrine grinned.
"I'm glad you asked. Take your vest off." I stared at her in shock.
"WHAT?!?" Very calmly, she shrugged slightly and repeated herself. I
stared at her, shaking my head. I was wearing jeans and a white top with a
denim vest over it. There was no real danger in removing my vest. I just
didn't understand how this would clarify what was happening. I slowly looked
around, seeing the girls watching me wide-eyed, some of them a bit red-faced.
Yvonne was staring at me, her eyes shining. "Go ahead", she whispered
softly. "You know you want to. Go ahead." I stared at her in disbelief as I
did start to feel a bit of an urge to take my vest off. Her eyes seemed like
magnets, and I was suddenly aware that I was unbuttoning my vest. I dropped
it on the floor and looked back at Norrine in shock.
She was smiling happily, nodding her head.
"So far, so good. By the way, are you cold or something?" She was
looking down a bit, and I looked down to see my nipples pressed against my
top. My face flared as some of the girls giggled, and I heard at least one
of them say "mmmmmmm...." I was seriously nervous and very confused.
Norrine looked sympathetic. "Isn't it sad that they're all cooped
up? Why not give them room? Take your top off."
My knees got weak, and I sank down in a chair. My face was beet red.
The girls were watching me intently, holding their breath. Norrine was
smiling gently at me. Yvonne was staring at me. I found myself staring into
her eyes as I whispered no.
Her voice was also a whisper. "You know you want to. Go ahead." And
all of a sudden I did feel a slight urge to take my top off, to give my
constrained breasts room. I didn't even think about my bra. My top was in
the way. My nipples are all cooped up. I want to. I can go ahead.
Still staring into Yvonne's eyes, I slowly pulled my top over my head
and dropped it to the floor. I heard the girls all inhaling, oohing, aahing,
whispering to each other. Yvonne was smiling. She blinked and I turned to
Norrine for help.
"Norrine, what's going ON? Why are you making me do this, what's it
going to prove?" She did not answer, she just came closer to me and reached
down and gently caressed my breasts. My eyes opened wide in horror as her
hands brushed softly against my bra. My nipples grew even harder. She pouted
and shook her head.
"Poor things. Still all cramped. Take your bra off." I sat there,
frozen, staring at her full, pouting lips, at her soft, inviting eyes. Eyes
that seemed to burn as she gazed at me.
"My bra...Norrine..what...?" I felt a desire to look at Yvonne, to
let her eyes help me in my resolve, but I resisted for some reason. I sat
there shaking my head, feeling my breasts straining against my tight bra, as
a gnawing feeling that I HAD to take my bra off grew and grew within me.
Poor things. Still all cramped. Take my bra off. Have to. Want to.
I know I want to.
Go ahead.
Slowly, feeling my red face burning, I unhooked my bra and let it
fall to the floor. I sat there in front of Norrine, in front of Yvonne, in
front of the others, with my breasts fully exposed.
The girls were quiet, but they were beginning to shift around a lot.
They stood or sat around, watching me, their eyes wide, their faces glowing,
looking almost -
aroused?
I looked at Yvonne. She just smiled at me and nodded.
I heard Norrine's voice, very close. Startled, I turned to find her
whispering in my ear.
"Hmm, so nice. So nice. Such nice breasts. Such hard nipples. Now
take your jeans off."
I began to tremble. I stared at Norrine, my jaw flapping soundlessly.
The cool air felt so good on my breasts, my nipples felt so much better now
that they were free. And now, my pussy felt so warm for some reason, why in
the world would my pussy feel warm? It might be nice to let the air cool it,
to soothe the fire building in my pussy.
".....jeans....", I gasped, my voice sounding strange, desperate.
Norrine nodded. "Yes. Take your jeans off."
It really would feel good, I screamed to myself. So warm. So hot.
Have to cool off. My face was burning, my body was warm, my pussy was aflame.
Slowly, shakily, I stood up. I looked around the room. The girls were
motionless, staring at me, on the edge of their seats of leaning towards me.
Why do I want to take my jeans off so badly? My eyes came to Yvonne.
Her eyes burned into mine as I heard her whisper.
"You know you want to. Go ahead."
With a groan, I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and slid them to
the floor, kicking them off. I stood in the middle of the room, surrounded
by the other girls, wearing only my panties. My panties. Oh, God, not my
panties.... Wild-eyed, I spun around to face Norrine, shaking like a leaf.
She was grinning at me, nodding her head. Her eyes burned with a fire
I'd never seen before. Her voice was soft, almost inaudible.
"Your panties. Take them off. Now."
I stood there, staring at her. There was absolute stillness, absolute
silence in the room. I stared at her, she stared at me, while I felt the
desire to take my panties off grow stronger and stronger. The heat between
my legs threatened to rage out of control if not cooled soon. Wait a minute,
WHY was my pussy so hot? I'm not horny or anything.
Am I?
Stunned, I sank backwards, leaning weakly against a chair. I looked
down, dizzy, to see who was sitting there.
Yvonne.
Her eyes met mine and I felt myself spinning, falling towards her.
Her voice washed over me, soothing away every last doubt in my mind that I
should, indeed, allow myself to act upon the increasingly powerful urge to
take my panties off.
Slowly, shaking, still staring into Yvonne's eyes, I stood. Slowly,
my hands trembling, I grasped the upper edge of my panties. Slowly, trembling
violently, I slid my panties down and stepped out of them.
Wide-eyed, red-faced, and nude, I stood in front of Yvonne, with the
other girls slowly, without my noticing it, moving closer. Yvonne smiled.
I blinked.
I looked down at my nude body, at my exposed, taut nipples. I looked
around at the others, realizing now that they were closer, a strange gleam
in their eyes. I turned as Yvonne arose and stood next to Norrine.
I looked nervously at them. What was going on? They had never
answered my question. I almost jumped when I felt a soft hand caress my back.
No, not hand.
Hands.
On my back.
On my calves.
On my thighs.
On my - buttocks.
On my arms. My shoulders. My neck.
Caressing. Stroking. Teasing. I stared at Norrine and Yvonne as they
stood silent, smiling at me. Arms reached around me, clasped my nipples in
between soft fingers.
And I suddenly understood.
Yvonne must have noticed my expression change. She nodded, and her
smile widened as she unsnapped her jeans.
"You know you want to. Go ahead", she whispered as I sank to the
floor in a sea of pawing, panting, passionate women.
Oh, god.....
*** THE END ***
RC