The Last Incubus Ch. 34

The Last Incubus: Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Bailie and Frankie have their way with Ross.

"We too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures." ~ Titus 3 v. 3.

Author's advisory: This chapter contains some mild bondage and questionable consent.

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(Bailie)

"He'll be here in 20 minutes. Let's get ready," Frankie announced, checking her phone. She had gotten dressed while I was in the bathroom cleaning the plastic dildo.

"What did you tell him?" I asked, as I began searching for my clothes.

"I told him to stop by because I had a surprise for him."

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me," I replied, still looking around.

Frankie saw me searching. "If you're looking for your clothes, they're in the closet. But don't bother getting them out, you won't be needing them."

"Why? Is the plan to have him walk in and see me naked?"

"No, of course not. I'll blindfold him downstairs, so when he gets here he won't know it's you sucking his cock," she grinned.

At that moment, the muffled sound of a text message on my cell phone came from the closet.

"That's probably him. I should answer that," I said.

"I'll get it," Frankie said, standing next to the closet door. She found my phone and handed it to me.

I barely had time to unlock the phone when Frankie asked, "Well? What does it say?"

"He says he'll be late. Something came up. What should I reply?" I giggled.

"Ask him why he's going to be late--no, wait. I know! Give me the phone. I know exactly what we should text him," she chuckled.

I handed her my phone and watched while she texted, 'Please hurry. I've been thinking about you all day and I'm really horny and can't wait for you to get back.'

"Oh my God! That's going to drive him crazy!" I laughed.

"Yes, but that also means we need to keep him here while you practice your cocksucking technique on him. Fortunately, this room is equipped with everything we need for that."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, looking around.

Frankie reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and took out four leather cuffs with metal rings attached.

"If you look under the bed, you'll find ropes attached to the corner legs. Pull them out on that side and I'll do this side."

After seeing the cuffs and the ropes with the clips attached, it became apparent what she had in mind.

"Are we really going to tie him to the bed?" I asked.

She flashed me a wicked smile. "It won't be the first time. Oh, that reminds me, we'll also need one more thing. If you look in the top drawer of the bedstand next to you, you should find a black ball with straps attached. Take that out."

I opened the drawer and saw all sorts of objects. There were clothespins, bottles of lubricants, candles, metal chains with clamps attached on either end, and straps with various sized plastic penises attached to them. I found the black ball she asked for and pulled it out.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked, holding it up by the strap.

"It is if you think it's a ball gag. I like to have this on hand just in case," she replied, taking the object from me and placing it on top of the dresser bureau behind her.

"In case of what?"

"In case he--oh, never mind. Here's the plan. I'm going to blindfold him before bringing him upstairs. Once he's here, I'll have him get undressed; and while he's doing that, I'll put the cuffs on him. Then we'll tie him to the bed. That's where you come in. You'll attach the ropes on that side of the bed and I'll do this side. Start with his wrists, that way he can't escape if he changes his mind."

"Are you sure he'll agree to this?" I asked.

"Probably not, but I won't give him a choice. You'll see," she replied.

"What do I do after he's tied down?"

"That sort of depends upon what condition he's in, but I suggest that you start by using your mouth to make sure he's good and hard. After that, it's entirely up to you. What would you like to do with him?" she asked.

"I want to get him really horny."

"And then what?"

I had to think about that. I had originally thought that we'd be alone. The possibility of having him tied down on a bed with another person in the room never occurred to me.

"I don't know, I hadn't thought that far ahead," I replied.

Frankie smiled. "That's okay. I'll let you in on a little secret about men. There are basically two types. Some guys are just plain selfish when it comes to sex. It's all about them and how good you can make them feel. Those guys are easy to manipulate, but you don't get much in return, unless you're one of those girls who get off making guys cum. Fortunately, they're in the minority. Most guys not only get horny when they're touched, but they also enjoy it when we get horny, too. Why do you think there are so many girl-on-girl porn videos on the internet? That's especially true with Zu--er, Ross. Didn't you notice how excited he got every time you came?"

"Well, now that you mentioned it--"

"Look, Bailie, the point is, when it comes to sex, don't overthink it. Why do you think I called you a cock slut during our training session? I wanted to train your brain as well as your body. You came to me asking me to teach you how to suck cock so that you can make Ross horny. But if you really want to make him horny, sucking his cock is only half of the answer, you've got to enjoy it, too. You've got to be a selfish little cock slut if you really want to drive him crazy. That means you have to think with your clit, not with your head."

Up until this afternoon, the term "cock slut," was right up there with "cunt" and "whore" as the worst insults you could call a woman. But Frankie used it as a term of liberation. Girls had just as much right to feel horny and enjoy sex as guys. A cock slut wasn't a girl who degraded herself for a penis, she was someone who used it for her own pleasure.

But in calling me a slut, Frankie was sending me another message as well. Because sluts are girls who want sex for their own pleasure, they are anything but timid about it. She no longer treated me like that mousey waitress I was at the Blue Ox Diner who she and the other BI girls used to make fun of. She was treating me as an equal, who was about to tie my lover to the bed and make him hard and horny. The very thought was getting me moist.

"I'll do that. Thank you, Mistress," I replied, squeezing my thighs together.

There was a momentary look of surprise on Frankie's face at the word 'Mistress,' that was quickly replaced by a knowing smile.

"Horny already, are we? That's perfect! Now help me light some candles. He's got a sensitive nose and terrific hearing, so hopefully the candles will help mask your presence," she said.

There were dozens of scented candles scattered around the room. Frankie lit them on one side of the room, and I did the other. While we were lighting, I remembered to ask the question that had been bothering me for the past hour.

"Why did you refer to Ross as 'Zucchini Boy'?"

"What?" Frankie asked, clearly taken off guard.

"A few days ago, when you sent Ross that selfie, you called him 'Zucchini Boy.' You did it again today when you told the girl you called 'Boobs' that I was 'Zucchini Boy's girlfriend.' Why did you call him that?" I repeated.

"Because of his big, black cock, of course. It reminded me of--"

"But his cock isn't black. It's about the same color as the rest of his skin, or maybe just a shade darker when it's erect," I interrupted.

Frankie stopped what she was doing and muttered something under her breath that I couldn't quite hear. It sounded like "oh fuck," but I might have been mistaken.

"Bailie, um, I didn't mean that his cock was black. I meant that his cock is big, and it reminded me of a black guy I fucked once--well, a few times actually. It was as large as a small zucchini, so the name just stuck. It's just my pet nickname for him."

She was talking awfully fast. I almost felt like she was trying to hide something.

"Frankie, I appreciate all you've taught me today, not just about sex, but about myself. But what changed? You obviously have feelings for him, yet you've gone out of your way to teach me ways of pleasing him sexually. What's in it for you?"

She looked over at me and her lower lip trembled a bit. Then she looked away.

"It's none of your business, okay?" she said in a pseudo-gruff voice.

I went over and kissed her on the cheek. "I don't know what you're hiding from me, but I want you to know how grateful I am to you, regardless of your reasons. I used to think you were a mean bitch because of the way you and the rest of the girls treated me at the diner, but you've shown me a different side of you. You're really a kind and generous individual behind that gruff exterior. I hope someday you'll trust me more."

I couldn't see her face, but I heard what sounded like a sniffle as she wiped her face with her hand.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Frankie checked her phone and cleared her throat. "That's (ahem) that's him. He's eight minutes early. That text we sent must have really gotten to him. I'll bring him up. Now get over on that side of the bed and don't make a sound. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, smiling.

"Fuck," she said underneath her breath as she grabbed the blindfold and left the room.

I waited in the back corner of the room and listened for the voices downstairs. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed like Frankie was having a difficult time convincing Ross. He was probably anxious to get back to Tina's house where he thought I was horny and waiting for him. At least he would be right about the horny part.

I felt a growing warmth between my thighs, and I clenched to hold it in, but that only seemed to make it worse. I incautiously slipped a finger between my labia to check for moisture only to find I was drenched! When I brought my finger out, it was glistening and smelled of my arousal. I remembered Frankie's words: 'he's got a sensitive nose and terrific hearing, so hopefully the candles will help mask your presence.' One of the lessons I learned during my "training" was the subtle difference in the smell and taste of different girls' vaginal juices. Would Ross be able to recognize me by the smell of my vaginal lubricants?

If I could smell myself on my finger, Ross probably could, too. So, I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked off the juices to get rid of the odor. That was something else that would have grossed me out a few days ago, but now I found myself acquiring a taste for it. I had never thought of myself as bi, but after this afternoon, I was beginning to understand the appeal.

I heard voices and footsteps on the stairs. They were coming! I scrunched down against the corner out of sight in case Frankie was unable to blindfold him.

"... this won't take long, I promise you," Frankie's voice became clearer.

"It better not. I don't want to keep Bailie waiting," Ross replied as he followed Frankie into the room. He was blindfolded with a hand on her shoulder.

When they were both inside, Frankie shut the door and locked it.

Hearing the lock click, Ross asked, "Why are you locking the door? I thought you said this wouldn't take long?"

"That's the reason I'm locking it. If we're interrupted, this will take more time," she explained.

"Frankie, what are you up to? Can I take this blindfold off now?" Ross asked, reaching for his blindfold.

Frankie slapped his hands away. "Hey! No peeking. Not until you get your surprise. Now take off your clothes."

"Oh, no. No way. I promised Bailie I'd be honest with her, and if she found out I was cheating on her--"

"Trust me. This won't take long, and you can tell Bailie everything afterwards and I promise she won't get upset," Frankie declared.

"I doubt that. Maybe you should tell me what this big secret is and let me decide for myself," he said, reaching for the blindfold again.

Frankie quickly grabbed both of his hands and held them against his sides. "I said, no peeking! The longer you stall, the longer you'll keep her waiting. You can share the surprise with her when you see her."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You know I can't lie to you, even if I wanted to," Frankie replied.

Ross began unbuttoning his shirt. "I sure hope you know what you're doing. Oh, what about the black zucchini? Shouldn't I--glmg!"

Frankie put her fingers in Ross's mouth to stop him from talking.

"Just shut up and take your shirt off. Trust me, I know what I'm doing," she explained.

"Mmnb-- Fine, let's get this over with. But you owe me big time after this," he said after Frankie removed her fingers.

As Ross was removing his shirt, Frankie took off his shoes and socks. While she was down there, she slipped on the ankle cuffs.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Ross protested.

"This is insurance. I don't want you removing the blindfold and ruining the surprise. It's important that you remain perfectly still, and this is the only way I can be sure that you won't accidently interfere with it."

"Frankie, I'm warning you. Don't push me."

"Here, put on the wrist cuffs," she replied, still on her knees when she handed him the cuffs.

She unbuckled his belt pulled down his jeans and underwear in one swift motion while he fastened the cuffs. I wet my lips at the sight of his flaccid cock.

"Frankie, this has gone on long enough I need to--"

She pushed him backwards onto the bed. Then she nodded to me, indicating the rope near his left hand.

"Just get into position, Zucchini Boy," she said as she grabbed his right wrist and cuffed him to the bed, while I did the same to his left wrist.

"Wait! Who else is here? I should have changed my c--mmb!" Ross began until Frankie placed the ball gag over his mouth.

"I knew this would come in handy," she said as she clipped the gag in place. "Okay, slut, let's get his ankles."

"Comfy?" Frankie chuckled to Ross, after his ankles were secured.

"Mmb!" Ross objected, as he pulled against the restraints.

Frankie undressed while I just stood there, staring at the sight of him pinned to the bed, his deflated cock lying piteously in the crease of his upper thigh.

I was still staring when Frankie slapped me on the butt. "Get up there, slut and show me what you can do."

"Mmb! Mmb!" Ross protested through his gag. He pulled anxiously against the restraints.

I crawled on my hands and knees until my face was over his hairless crotch. His flaccid member twitched slightly, as if it sensed my presence.

"I'll bet you never expected to see it in that condition," Frankie chuckled, as she sat on the other side of him.

She was right. He always seemed to have an erection whenever we were naked together. The only exception was after he came. I wasn't sure where to start.

"Just pick it up and give it a few strokes. You could keep going until he's nice and hard, or you could do what I do, and put him in your mouth while he's still a semi and feel it grow while sucking him," she suggested.

"Mmb!"

I wrapped my hand around him. It seemed so soft and delicate at first, but it started to come alive as I held it. I squeezed him lightly and pumped him a couple of times and it stiffened a little more. I felt a warm tingle in my loins that slowly spread upwards into my spine and stomach, mirroring the rise and firming nature of his cock.

Aroused by his reaction to my touch, I decided to take Frankie's suggestion. Being careful to keep my teeth away from his skin, I put half of his soft, but growing shaft in my mouth.

"You can do better than that, slut. Put the whole thing in now, you may never get another chance; and don't forget what I said about your tongue!" she said as she pushed my head down until my nose brushed his skin.

"Mmb!"

My mouth was suddenly filled with cock as I moved my tongue back and forth against the underside. He quickly grew and within seconds I felt him against the back of my mouth. I lifted my head as he grew, keeping the head of his cock from going down my throat and triggering my gag reflex while I rubbed the tip with at the back of my tongue. Moving my tongue with a mouthful of cock wasn't easy, my eyes were watering, and I was salivating copiously. Spit leaked from the corners of my mouth when my lips brushed against his veins as I raised my head until he reached his full length and only the head of his cock remained. I massaged the tip vigorously before releasing him as I gasped for air, unable to stop from drooling onto his twitching rod.

"Good job, slut. He's hard as a rock. I'll hold your place while you catch your breath," Frankie smiled as she wrapped her hand around his saliva-coated cock and lowered her head. She stroked him while she put the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Mmb!"

There was something about seeing his erection and knowing I made it happen that I found exciting--and incredibly arousing. The warm moisture between my thighs was growing. I was really horny! I bent down and put my head next to Frankie's with my mouth open. I wanted him back in my mouth.

When I placed my hand over hers to hold his cock, she slowly relented, releasing him from her mouth with a quiet sucking sound as she tried to draw in every last taste of his musky shaft.

"That's it, slut. Go for it. You heard him say he was in a hurry to get back and fuck his girlfriend," Frankie chuckled, as I put him back in my mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down, coating his cock with more saliva while Frankie had her hand wrapped around the base, holding it steady for me.

"Mmm!"

The sound he made through his gag had a softer tone, as if he were moaning. His body seemed to relax beneath me, he was no longer trying to fight his restraints, but instead he was enjoying my mouth on his cock. It was about the same time that I noticed a pleasant nutmeg and sage flavor in my mouth and a slippery feeling on my tongue. Precum. A warm sensation seemed to flow down my spine as drank in those flavorful drops.

"Don't stop. Keep your tongue moving. Here, let me show you," Frankie said as she pulled my head away and replaced it with her own. I could see movement against her hollowed cheeks as she vigorously sucked on his cock. She sucked him for several minutes while I kept my head close by with my mouth open, silently begging for a turn, all the while Ross was moaning beneath his gag.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"Okay, your turn," she gasped, finally releasing his dick from her mouth and pointing it towards me.

I quickly put him in my mouth, remembering my lesson about keeping my tongue moving over the sensitive area just under the tip. Ross's moans got louder, and I felt my lubricating juices oozing past my labia and running down my thigh.

"Let's see how much of him you can swallow," Frankie said as she pushed down on the back of my head.

I felt his cock hit the back of my mouth and continue into my throat when my gag reflex kicked in. I pulled my head up coughing and choking while a coating of thick saliva covered his erection, a strand still connecting to my lower lip.

Frankie didn't hesitate a second as she put her mouth around his cock and sucked him in. When I recovered my breathing, I put my head down and started licking and sucking his testicle, swirling my tongue around and around its backside, all the while listening to the steady stream of his muffled moans.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"

Frankie's chin hit my cheek, and I pulled my head up in time to see her push her head down until just a half inch of his cock was visible. Her face was beet red as her body shook, and she suddenly started moaning. She was cumming!

She lifted her head up and gasped, "Oh my God," as her body convulsed.

I quickly took her place, sucking and moving my tongue back and forth against the tip of his dick while bobbing my head, moving him in and out of my mouth. He was moaning louder through his gag and started arching his back and thrusting his hips to get more of his cock into my mouth. His obvious arousal was having the same effect on me. I started moaning with him as I rubbed my tongue back and forth against his cock, enjoying the feel of his veiny shaft sliding past my lips. The vibrations from my throat made him moan louder and he tried even harder to fuck my mouth.

"Keep going, slut! He's almost there! Press his cock against the roof of your mouth with your tongue and stroke it good and hard."

She placed a reassuring hand on the back of my shoulders as I pumped the base of his cock and massaged his cock with my tongue. It seemed to expand in my mouth until I felt his warm syrup gush into the back of my throat. I instinctively swallowed, as the pleasant flavor of nutmeg and sage coated my tongue. More followed as I pumped and swallowed as rapidly as I could, but I was quickly running out of breath.

I was still stroking him, and he was still cumming, when I lifted my head to breathe. Warm spurts of his liquid pleasure painted my face, neck, and chest.

I was still panting for breath when Frankie removed the gag from Ross's mouth.

"Bailie!?" he gasped.

"Surprise!" Frankie laughed as she removed the blindfold.

I was grinning from ear-to-ear, still pumping his shaft while streaks of his ejaculate ran down my chin and chest.

"How did I do?"

"How... what?" Ross asked, struggling against his restraints.

"Bailie, you did great. Anyone who can get 'zucchini-dick' here to come in their mouth gets an A+ in my book. Now hold still while I clean you off," she replied, eyeing the splotches of cum dripping from me.

She bent her head and sucked the sticky globule clinging to my right nipple. Her soft lips lingered as her tongue swept over and around my sensitive nub, sending sparkling tingles all the way to my clit. I arched my back and moaned from the sucking sensation of her mouth on my tit.

She gave my wet nipple a gentle kiss before moving on, while it elongated and hardened as it cooled, leaving me wanting for more. Frankie licked and kissed her way up my chest and neck, making quiet slurping sounds as she lapped up the splattered globs of cum that were slowly dribbling down my sensitized skin. The way she dragged her tongue slowly up my neck and under my chin drove me wild. I was on fire.

Then she licked the side of my face, near the corner of my mouth. There she stopped and drew herself back and paused. I saw the lust in her eyes. It was a look of pure physical desire, and in my impassioned state of mind--I nodded, caught up in the moment.

Suddenly her lips were on mine, and her tongue--coated with the lingering flavor of nutmeg and sage--was in my mouth. I had never been kissed by a girl before and was pleasantly surprised by its silky feel as it explored my mouth. Her smooth ball stud piecing vibrated against my lips and teeth as I moaned in pleasure.

I felt Ross's cock expand and twitch in my hand, a reminder that I had been holding it this entire time. I gave it a gentle squeeze and broke the kiss, smiling stupidly into Frankie's face. She smiled back at me and then seemed to be distracted by something on my cheek. She scraped off another splotch of cum with her finger and held it up in front of me.

I opened my mouth, and she stuck her finger inside, allowing me to suck the flavored goo off it, using plenty of tongue action--like she taught me.

I suckled her finger, moaning from the feel of it against my lips and tongue as she slowly withdrew it from my mouth. With the taste of Ross still coating my tongue, I released his twitching cock and grabbed the back of her neck with both hands and pulled her in kissing her with all the passion and fury that had been building inside me.

I thrust my tongue between her lips, fucking her mouth as deep as I could reach while she sucked and moaned for more. I was so focused on the feeling of her lips and tongue against mine, that I didn't notice her hand cupping my breast until she pinched my nipple.

"MMM!" I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss.

"Fuuuck!" she whispered breathily.

"Um, would you two mind releasing me now?"

Ross was still pinned below us, fully erect. His was straining to lift his head.

Frankie and I giggled at the sight. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who temporarily forgot he was there.

"Should we untie him?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? We have him right where we want him. Think of him as a sexual playground. Channel your inner slut and have some fun," she replied.

"No. Wait. Let me up. Frankie. Bailie. Enough is enough. How is this happening?" Ross sputtered.

"Bailie, as long as you've got the business end, why don't you ride him cowgirl style?" Frankie said, ignoring Ross's confusion.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, using the honorific as a tease. I wasn't entirely sure what Frankie meant by "cowgirl style," but I had a pretty good guess.

Ross picked his head up. "Mistress!? Bailie, what are you doing? Frankie, what's going on?"

I giggled at Ross's reaction as I straddled his hips and reached for his erection while Frankie spoke to him.

"This afternoon, Bailie asked me for sex lessons. So, I put her through training camp earlier this evening and this is her reward for doing such a great job. I think she earned it, wouldn't you agree?"

"God, yes; and I would add that her teacher also--Ohhh!" He moaned as I slowly lowered myself down.

I was so wet that he easily slid inside me. He felt so good, and I was so horny, that about halfway down I clenched in a small orgasm.

"Omigod!" I moaned, as my knees wobbled beneath me.

I was still cumming when my knees gave out and I plunged down until my butt landed on his upper thighs, his cock filled me completely. My orgasm suddenly intensified and I screamed as I shook with pleasure. Frankie was definitely right about the plastic penis versus the real thing. This felt so much better.

Ross was moaning as I rocked forward, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself as I clenched over and over on his throbbing erection. I was still cumming when Frankie leaned in and French kissed Ross in front of me. Maybe that should have bothered me, but I had his cock twitching inside me, and I felt too horny to be jealous. Anyway, after all Frankie had taught me, I couldn't think of her as a rival.

After a brief recovery and a chance to regain my breath, I began rocking back and forth, taking my time to enjoy every cubic inch of Ross's veiny rod sliding inside me.

"Can you at least untie my hands?" Ross asked between moans.

"I hate a noisy playground, don't you, slut? Okay if we share him?" Frankie asked, straddling his head.

"Omigod! Omigod! Omigod!" I moaned as I ground my clit against the base of his cock.

"I'll take that as a yes," Frankie said as she lowered herself over his mouth.

"Wait, Frankie, before you--mmb!" Ross began.

Within minutes, Frankie's moans were as loud as mine. "Oh, fuck. I forgot about that tongue!" she screamed.

The look on her face was pure pleasure, and I rocked faster, clutching uncontrollably. I had just finished one climax and was getting close to another. I arched my back in a slow, gradual clench when Frankie reached out and pinched both of my nipples at the same time.

"AAIIEEE!" I screamed as my climax crested.

"OH FUCK!" Frankie shouted shortly afterwards.

We both leaned in and held each other as we came. We stayed on top of him through our afterglows and recoveries, sharing a kiss before switching places. Frankie rode his cock while I sat on his face. I could have sworn that I felt his tongue reach all the way up inside me. Being a slut felt so amazing.

Later, as we released Ross from the restraints, Frankie turned to me. "Let me know if you ever want to join the BIs. You'd be a shoo-in for acceptance after I teach you how to eat pussy."

"Um, I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but I'll think about it," I smiled, as I unfastened Ross's last remaining cuff.

We cuddled for a while after that, Frankie on one side and me on the other. We took turns caressing his balls and stroking his never-ending erection, while Ross casually caressed our asses. I wished we could stay like that forever.

After several minutes, I picked my head up and looked across Ross at Frankie.

"Did you really cum while giving him a blowjob?" I asked, remembering the moment.

"I did, but I had help," she replied mysteriously, looking at Ross.

I wondered what she meant by that.

***

(Ross)

It was after eleven when I walked Bailie back to Tina's house, her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders. Somehow, the winter night air didn't feel as cold, and the wind didn't seem to blow as hard. At least that's the way I remembered it.

After leaving the sorority house, neither of us said a word initially as we were both lost in our own thoughts. Frankie definitely surprised me. I was so tempted to read her mind and find out what the surprise was, especially when she pushed me down and started to tie me to the bed. As my thrall, I could have forced her to let me up at any time, but I was glad I resisted that temptation. I didn't even think to look for another aura in the room until I felt someone on the other side of the bed click my wrist cuff in place.

Of course, I recognized Bailie's signature nutmeg and sage aura right away. I telepathed Frankie to let me up, but she insisted that I play along and not give away her secret. That's why I gave her an orgasm when she deep throated me. But I had to admit, she was great with Bailie.

"I just realized something. How did you know it was me?" Bailie asked, breaking the silence.

I froze in place and looked at her.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"After you came in my mouth and Frankie removed the gag, you called my name. The blindfold was still on, so how did you know it was me?" she asked.

"Um... well... who else would it be? Frankie said you wouldn't be upset about the surprise when she had me get undressed. So, I thought it had to be you," I replied, wondering if she'd believe me.

She hesitated in her response, clearly weighing my reply. "Oh, I guess that makes sense."

"Is it true, you asked Frankie for sex lessons?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Well technically, I only asked her to show me how to give you a decent blowjob. But once we got started, one thing led to another and--well, you saw what happened," she beamed.

"I did, and I appreciate everything the two of you did, but why did you even ask her in the first place?"

She hugged me a little tighter.

"Because I wanted to thank you for last night. You gave me my first orgasm, and many more incredible ones afterwards. And the way you did it--I thought you were just going to stick your dick in me, but you used your mouth instead. I always thought that area was gross and disgusting, but the way you kissed and licked me down there made me feel beautiful... and horny. I wanted to make you feel the same way."

"You definitely did that. I noticed you even shaved your pubic hair."

"Oh, Frankie did that, too. She called it my 'beauty treatment.' Did you know that every girl in that sorority has their pubes shaved and the Greek letters Beta Iota tattooed on their mons?" she asked.

"I did. Don't forget, they kidnapped me two weeks ago and took turns 'deflowering me' in a ceremony," I reminded her.

"Oh, that's right. Frankie mentioned that. Did she shave you, too?"

"No. That happened when I lost my virginity. My pubes just fell off."

Bailie suddenly stopped and looked at me. "What?! Are you serious? I may not know a lot about sex, but I've never heard of that happening before. Is there some sort of medical condition you're not telling me about?"

"It's not an STD if that's what you're worried about. I mean, um, there wasn't a lot of hair down there to begin with. I, um, didn't know at the time, but now I'm pretty sure it's a genetic trait," I replied.

"I would have freaked out if it happened to me. I'm surprised you took it so well," she remarked as we both started walking again.

"Oh, a lot of things changed for me that night, and I definitely wasn't calm about it. But speaking of surprises, what's going on between you and Frankie? You called her 'Mistress' and later the two of you kissed."

Bailie blushed. "I don't know what happened, I'm a little surprised about that myself. The 'Mistress' thing was part of the training she put me through. I didn't understand it at the time, but it helped me let go of my inhibitions and simply enjoy my body. Then, I got so horny after making you cum that by the time Frankie sucked my nipple and licked and kissed her way up my chest and neck, I couldn't stop myself."

"I know. You had my cock in your hand at the time. I thought you were going to squeeze it off," I chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"

"Don't worry about it. No harm done, it actually felt pretty good. Besides, that was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. You look so sexy when you're horny."

"The world feels so different to me now, I can't believe it's the same place," she replied, leaning her head on my shoulder.

I certainly couldn't argue with that.

When we got back to the house, the lights were all on in the living room and Tina was sprawled across the couch with a half-empty glass of bourbon in her hand and an empty bottle on the floor at her feet. She was wearing a sheer nightie and a regular pair of panties with a liner--and she was soused.

"Come on cuz, I'll take you to bed," I said as I pulled her into a sitting position while Bailie turned off the TV.

"Oh, iz the fuggin bashturd," she slurred when she opened her eyes.

"Yeah, it's me," I said as I lifted her to her feet.

"Why dint you get me pregnant?" she asked as I picked her up.

"I don't know. Maybe I thought I wasn't ready to raise a family yet," I said condescendingly as I carried her up the stairs.

"Ssheez very upshet with me, you know. Ssheez gonna kill me--or worsh," she slurred.

"Who is this 'she' you keep talking about? Your mother? Your mother wants you pregnant?" I asked, kicking her bedroom door open.

"Oh, no. Not my mother. My--I can't tell you, but sheez very angry with me," she said as I gently put her down on the bed.

"We can talk about it in the morning. Right now, you need to get some rest," I said as I put the blanket over her.

"I don't wanna sleep. She'll only..." she murmured before she passed out.

"Is she going to be okay?" Bailie asked me when I got back out in the hall.

"I think so. I guess we'll find out tomorrow when she sobers up. I've never seen her like this, but she's afraid of someone, or something."

"I still wonder why would she be mad at you for not getting her pregnant? I would have thought she'd be grateful--or at least happy," Bailie remarked, yawning.

"I agree. There's something strange going on with her. I wish I knew what it was. The only thing I know for certain is that we're not going to figure it out tonight. And after what you told me Frankie put you through, I'm surprised you can stay awake."

Bailie yawned again. "You're right, I'm ready for bed. We have a lot of studying to do this weekend, maybe we should both get some rest. Same sleeping arrangements as last night?"

Cuddling next to Bailie seemed like the most natural thing in the world. It wasn't long before we were both fast asleep.

***

As the weight room came into focus, Gil walked in surrounded by the entire hockey team.

"Well, if it isn't Burnt Toast with his nerdy side kick," he sneered.

Tripp and I were both wearing our workout clothes, only Tripp had his arms folded and held a smoothly tapered stick in his right hand--his magic wand? He unfolded his arms and pointed it at Gil.

"I've had enough of your racism and bullying. It's time you get what you deserve!" he declared.

He circled his wand over his head and a cascade of multi-colored sparkles rained down from the wand. It reminded me of something out of one of the Disney cartoon movies. Suddenly, Tripp's appearance transformed. A conical, purple-colored "wizard's hat" appeared on his head, complete with stars and a crescent moon. A matching purple robe with stars covered his body extending all the way down to the tops of his sneakers. It reminded me of the robe Mickey Mouse wore in the "The Sorcerer's Apprentice." A leather book appeared in his left hand; it was the same "magic book" he found in the library's exchange bin.

"Spread out, guys. He can't take us all," Gil directed to the hockey goons behind him. They fanned out to our left and right, slowly encircling us.

"Tripp?" I wondered, watching the transition.

"Don't worry, Ross. I can handle them," he announced confidently, as the book magically opened in his hand. He touched the wand to the open page and waved at the hockey jocks.

"Bim, zim, kalaxim!" he shouted, as silver sparks shot out from the wand towards the circling hockey players. They all suddenly disappeared in a cloud of white smoke, replaced by small gray mice that squeaked in dismay as they scampered to the exit.

"You bastard! I'm going to wring your neck," Gil fumed as he rushed towards Tripp.

Tripp pointed his wand at the onrushing Gil.

"Bim, zim, kala--"

That was as far as Tripp got before Gil was on him, grabbing the wand and breaking it in two before grabbing Tripp by the throat.

"No!" I shouted, as I pulled Gil off and threw him against the leg press machine with such force that it toppled over in a crash with Gil on top of it. Gil then simply disappeared.

"Thanks, Bro. Making you taller and stronger last week sure paid off. I guess this makes us even now," Tripp said, getting up and dusting himself off. He was back in his workout clothes. The wizard's outfit and broken wand were gone, but the leather-bound book remained on the floor to his left.

"You made me taller and stronger?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Of course. Don't you remember? That's when I made you my sidekick," he smiled.

"Tripp, this fantasy stuff has to stop. What about Gabriela? It's ruining your relationship with her. Then it's your studies. Gabriela tells me you're spending all your time with that strange book."

He chuckled.

"Don't worry about Gabby. Everything's cool with her. See?" He pointed to the door.

Gabriela sashayed in wearing a stripped-down version of the witch's costume she modeled for me in her dorm room. She still had the black pointy hat and her wand, but there was a black cape flowing behind her. She had on a black choker with the words "Tripp's Bitch" printed in silver letters on the front. Her top was the tiniest bikini bra I had ever seen. It barely covered her areolas, and the outline of her erect nipples poked out beneath the thin material. Her black thong also left nothing to the imagination, her "camel toe" was clearly visible. She looked more erotic than if she had been naked.

Gabriela was smiling as she approached Tripp before she turned her back and bent over to pick the "magic book" off the floor, making sure that both Tripp and I had a good look at her gorgeous ass. The string that held the back of the thong together dug in between the lower folds of her labia and rubbed suggestively against her dark, puckered opening.

When she stood up, she gave me a sultry look, seductively licking her upper lip, before handing Tripp the book and standing on her toes to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss. While they kissed, she reached inside his gym shorts and started jerking the bulge that was growing there.

Tripp shot me a triumphant glance as both his and Gabriela's clothes slowly dissolved. The dark brown erection in Gabriela's stroking hand grew steadily longer as the room around me disappeared.

***

I heard the sound of muffled sobbing as the room slowly came into view. The woman on the bed was sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head buried in her knees. I recognized the long blonde French braid before I realized that she was naked.

"Lezzie?"

She looked up only half surprised to see me. Her cheeks were streaked with tears.

"Oh, Ross! I'm glad you're here. What's going on with Tina?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Earlier this evening I went over to the house. We were supposed to spend a little fun time together, but she wouldn't even let me in the door. She said it was all over between the two of us and that she never wanted to see me again," she sniffled, as a fresh tear ran down her cheek.

"Are you sure she meant never? She got her period this morning, maybe she meant while she--"

Leslie interrupted. "She got her period? That's the first time since we've been together that that's happened. She told me that when she did that photoshoot in Brazil, they gave her some sort of experimental pill that stopped her menstrual cycle. I asked her if she could get one for me, but she just said 'no' and refused to say anything else about it."

"That's odd. Have you noticed anything else that's strange or different about her?"

"Not really, not until tonight. For the last week or so she seemed really happy, happier than I had ever seen her. Then suddenly tonight she looked miserable. Even her voice was different, it was calm, lacking emotion--almost like she was hypnotized or something. But her words were anything but calm, they were harsh."

"What time was that?" I asked.

"Around seven."

"Had she been drinking? Did you smell bourbon on her breath?"

"No. She looked sober to me. Will you sit next to me and hold me?"

"Sure," I replied as I sat on the edge of her bed and put my arm around her shoulder.

That's when I realized I was naked. Leslie scooched closer and put her arms around my waist and leaned her head against my shoulder. I pulled her in tighter for a hug. She stared at my erection for several seconds before grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breast.

"If only you had been born a girl," she muttered contentedly.

Finally, she reached over and gave my cock a playful squeeze, and I gave her breast a squeeze back.

Leslie and the room suddenly disappeared as the breast I was squeezing was not in a dream at all. The warm body I was wrapped around stirred. I was awake and back in my own room.

Bailie half-turned towards me. "Mmm. That feels nice," she said as she squeezed my hand against her breast.

"I'm sorry. I was having a dream. Go back to sleep," I whispered softly in her ear.

"Mm," she acknowledged, turning back on her side snuggling against me until my erection was lodged comfortably between her cheeks. Within seconds her rhythmic breathing assured me she had fallen back to sleep.

As my consciousness faded, I remember thinking about Tina...

***

At first, I thought I was in a thick fog, but it was too thick and too black to be fog. It seemed to swirl in different directions, leaving lighter gaps in between thicker clouds of black smoke, that smelled of burnt wood and rotten eggs. Somewhere nearby, I heard a girl scream. It sounded like Tina.

"Tina? It's me. Where are you?" I called out.

"No!" she screamed.

The black smoke seemed to get denser, as if someone or something was moving closer. I could sense its presence.

"GET OUT!" a different voice boomed. It was an older voice, probably female, but it was difficult to know for sure.

"Who are you?" I asked, as the black clouds around me got thicker.

"GET OUT NOW!" the voice boomed angrily.

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Next Chapter: Ross meets his mother.