Annabelle & Bridget, Part Five

Objectively, sure. Holding still was a simple task.

Except when the last girl in the world I ever expected to be exposed in front of was inching closer and closer to my bare breast with her touch. If her words weren’t enough, she was also pinning me in place with her gaze as well.

Bridget’s hand was on my right side, and I was genuinely wondering whether or not she could feel my heart pounding. She had just told me that I didn’t have to do any of this. Though I was supposed to be obedient, I was also allowed to say ‘no.’ Bridget was acting like her usual smug self, albeit in a more intimate setting than I was used to dealing with her in, and all it would take is a single word to reject her. That’s all.

I didn’t speak, and neither did she. Instead, Bridget slowly closed the rest of the distance until she was palming my breast. And, after leaving me in suspense for a few long seconds, she gave me a slow, deep squeeze.

My lips parted in surprise, but no sound came out. I still couldn’t bring myself to stop whatever this was, or even interrupt it with questions or verbal hesitation. At the same time, a single touch wasn’t quite enough to elicit a gasp or exhale. Which meant I was standing there like an idiot, mouth slightly ajar, with absolutely no idea how to react to any of this.

Was I still seeking Annabelle’s approval? Trying to prove something to Bridget? Or giving into my body’s urges? Even after the back to back twists of being locked up and dealing with Bridget’s arrival, I hadn’t gone completely cold between my thighs following what I did with Annabelle on the very sofa she was now lounging on by herself.

While my mind was racing, Bridget brushed her thumb over my nipple and murmured, “Annabelle told me that you were brave. Weird, right? That doesn’t sound like the Meredith I know at all.”

Flushing and averting my gaze, yet doing absolutely nothing in regards to her gentle grip on my chest, I insisted, “I am brave.”

“Mm hmm. Pretty sure it doesn’t count unless you say it properly. Right, Annabelle?”

“That’s right,” Annabelle affirmed.

“There you have it,” Bridget said, “Want to try that again, Mere?”

Not really. But I did. “I’m brave, Ms. Bridget.”

“Good girl,” she smirked, “I fucking love how that sounds. Maybe I should get a pet of my own.”

Annabelle chuckled. “You can always have Trixie once Mere is fully trained. Although she’s a little expensive. But a girl like you? I bet you could find a classmate for your purposes.”

“Hmm,” Bridget gave a lighter squeeze this time, “Mere isn’t fully trained, then? Do you need help with that?”

That made me tense up. This was already so much more than I had signed up for when it was just me and Annabelle. I wasn’t sure I could handle Bridget being added to the mix. The current situation was overwhelming enough; it was a miracle I was holding still, rather than bolting from the room with or without my bra.

To my relief, Annabelle said, “No way. I enjoy training my girls. But you’re always welcome to stop by and check in on her. You’ll see her plenty, anyway, being my tutor and all.”

Wait, what? Somehow, that was what made me flinch after I had managed to stay relatively quiet and calm amidst all of this. Bridget was here as Annabelle’s tutor? I guess I hadn’t actually thought through the fact that she was here, as I had been more focused on the fact that they had been acting somewhat intimate with each other. “But- but, I’m-” I stammered, breaking away from Bridget’s gaze and glanced towards Annabelle.

I didn’t get far before Bridget intervened. “Meredith. Hush.” She punctuated the demand by sharply pinching my nipple. And, as I gasped and squeaked in both surprise and pain, she raised her free hand and used it to grip my chin. Assertively turning me back to the position I was in before, she narrowed her eyes. “Annabelle may be training you, but I know all of your rules. You’re an obedient pet, yes?”

Averting my gaze didn’t feel like an option while my head was being tilted up in such a way. My cheeks had to be crimson and this point, and I was as sexually confused as ever. Bridget’s touch was no doubt a factor, but the way she was treating me sparked a pulse below that made it impossible to do anything but submit. “Yes, Ms. Bridget,” I said, barely above a whisper.

I thought it was just Annabelle who had an effect on me, who made me view the fairer sex beyond my little sapphic trysts before her. It wasn’t as if I was attracted to Bridget, or thought about her that way at all. Yet here I was, completely crumbling as she bossed me around.

“Then obey me.” Stepping forward and giving my breast another deep squeeze, she calmly said, “Kiss me, Mere. Right now.”

My eyes widened. Somehow, I hadn’t expected that. And I was also in the midst of a shaky inhale from how she was fondling my chest. Our proximity did call for what she was demanding of me. Except this was Bridget! Maybe she was attractive in an objective sense, but that didn’t mean I was into her. I was into . . . Annabelle? The eighteen year old high school girl I was supposed to be tutoring? That wasn’t right, either. I was such a mess right now, and my reluctant lust certainly wasn’t helping anything as I nervously looked up into Bridget’s eyes.

Easily noticing my hesitation, Bridget said without breaking eye contact with me, “You’re right, Annabelle. She isn’t fully trained yet. Looks like she isn’t brave or obedient.”

It was such obvious baiting, yet I so badly wanted to prove her wrong. About my bravery, mostly, rather than the obedience part of it. So, against my better judgment, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.