Annabelle & Bridget, Part Thirteen

Bridget pursed her lips in a smile that was both smug and sultry. It was a far cry from how she looked at me when we were classmates, though I wouldn’t necessarily say it was better. I was already overwhelmed by my sexual confusion in general, including my attraction to Annabelle despite how she treated me. There was no room for me to start considering any developing interest towards Bridget that might be developing. If there was any attraction there, it was purely physical; I still hated her guts, and doubted that sentiment would ever fade.

She probably felt the same way, which is why she was clearly enjoying how all of this was unfolding. Didn’t care for me, but was intrigued by the situation I was in with Annabelle, as well as how she could participate as a girl who was invited to witness my current state and participate along the way. “Hmm, can we get some music?” Bridget asked. She had lifted her hands to undo the top button on her blouse, but paused before starting to undress. “It’s a little quiet in here.”

“I guess so,” Annabelle shrugged, “Have anything in mind?”

“Something chill?” Bridget replied, “Whatever. Background music, not stripper music.”

As usual, I was the girl on the outside. The only one in the room who wasn’t used to casually chatting while half naked or, in Bridget’s case, preparing to match the rest of us while our eyes were on her. Not to mention the sapphic intimacy on the horizon that was all kinds of daunting. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved that they were stalling, or frustrated that I was being kept in suspense where my nerves and reluctant curiosity were concerned.

After Annabelle pulled up some chill playlist on her phone and started it up on the surround sound bluetooth speakers that I hadn’t noticed were in her suite until right now, Bridget met my gaze and said, “Much better. Ready, Mere? I want your eyes on me the whole time, unless that would make Ms. Annabelle jealous.”

“I’ll survive,” Annabelle chuckled, “You know, pet . . . ” She took my hand and guided me until my fingertips were up against the waistband of my underwear. Then, shifting on the sofa in order to turn towards me from what had been a more relaxed position before, she used her other hand to lift the waistband ever so slightly. “I think you should touch yourself to Bridget’s little strip tease. Get your body warmed up for us, and remind yourself what you like. There’s a good chance I’ll like some of the same things.”

I froze. Tensing up from my hand’s proximity to my most private area, not at all prepared for what Annabelle was suggesting, I hesitantly glanced her way and ended up mere inches from her face. “I-” Blushing up a storm, and not feeling brave in the slightest even though I asserted that I was a brave girl when she had questioned it the other day, I was a bit grateful when she cut me off. My brain and my mouth felt completely disconnected at the moment.

“What did Ms. Bridget just say?” Annabelle asked. She looked more calm and more fearless than I did at the moment, not flinching in the slightest at the kissable range we were now in. “Eyes on her. You can stare at me later, okay?”

The way she framed it was so embarrassing! I wasn’t staring; I was just making eye contact. Though I couldn’t deny that my peripherals were constantly taking in how much bare skin she had on display. Without a word, as anything I said in response would come across as both awkward and defensive, I shifted my gaze back to Bridget.

Of course, she had waited for us. Her hands were still poised to undo her top button, so I wouldn’t miss a single part of the ‘show’ she had recently referenced. “You’re an obedient pet, Mere,” Bridget reminded me, “So, obey. Touch yourself.”

In front of other girls. With the lights on. While they would both be watching me do so along the way. The collar around my neck felt a little bit tighter at back to back iterations of the word ‘obey,’ and I found myself in what was becoming a common internal struggle of knowing that I was supposed to impress Annabelle and do what I was told, while still hesitant to do the things Bridget said. Even the ones that were simply an echo of what the redhead who remained sitting quite close to me had instructed me to do.

Effortlessly working in tandem with her, Annabelle murmured, “Go on, pet.” She had been gently fiddling with the waistband this whole time, and was now lifting it up noticeably more than before to give my hand space to slip underneath. “You know it will feel good. And I bet Bridget’s hot without clothes on.”

“You’d win that bet,” Bridget winked, “I’m also hot with clothes on.” She finally undid that top button, adjusting her top slightly to show off a hint of cleavage before nodding towards my hand that was still lightly resting on my stomach. “Get to it, Mere. We’re all waiting for you.”

The peer pressure was real, and some small part of me was tempted. Probably due to whatever lingering lust was still there from Annabelle pleasuring me earlier. But that only helped the process along so much when I had just as many hang-ups as I did reasons to go through with this.

Slow as molasses, I inched my way downwards until I could feel the back of my hand brushing against the fabric of my thong. Rather than closing my eyes, which was my impulse, I made myself focus on Bridget’s chest.

That’s what I was supposed to be doing. Because Annabelle and Bridget had told me so, and I was obedient. Obviously not because Bridget’s curves were more alluring than I anticipated now that I was staring.