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Week 15 — Heather @ Mary

Heather looked in the mirror turning her head first one way and then the other. Her hair wasn’t completely blond yet but it seemed like it was getting blonder.

She wondered if it was normal for hair to do that. It seemed as if she should know the answer to that. In fact, it seemed as if the answer to that should be so incredibly obvious and yet ... and yet it wasn’t.

She turned her head again, she kind of liked it though. It looked so light and airy and she did so like looking like that.

She tried to recall when her hair had started to turn lighter. Let’s see, she thought to herself, that would have been ... that would have been ... maybe around the time she stopped seeing Emma ... or maybe it was when she started seeing Lenore ... oh drat it, sometimes, she just got all confused but it was probably sometime around then.

Her phone was ringing and Heather went to answer it. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey, girlfriend. Guess who?”

“Lenore.”

“Wow. You got it on the first try.”

“We’ll, of course I did, Silly. I know what you sound like.” God, Heather thought, sometimes her friend could be such a total ditz. Of course, she’d never say that about herself even if from time to time, she did some pretty dumb things but it really wasn’t her fault.

“Oh,” Lenore said and for just that moment, she sounded just a little down as if he really had expected to surprise her friend but in the next moment, she seemed to perk right back up again. “Hey, guess what?”

“You want to go to the mall.”

“Wow. You’re really good. Are you like psychic or something?”

“Lenore, you always want to go to the mall.”

“Oh yeah. I guess I do.”

“So you want me to go to the mall with you.”

“Wow. How’d you know that?”

“Lenore.”

“Oh yeah.”

“So you want me to come by and pick you up or do you want to just meet up there?”

“Let’s just meet up there. I’ve got some stuff to do first.”

“Okay, when?”

“How about in an hour? We can meet up in the food court.”

“Sure. Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay, bye.”

An hour later, Heather was at the mall standing in the food court waiting for her friend. It looked like Lenore was going to be late again. Heather sighed. She really did love that girl but sometimes she could just get so distracted.

Five minutes passed and then another five more. Heather dialed Lenore’s phone number but the call went through to voice mail and Heather couldn’t help but wonder if maybe the girl hadn’t left her cell phone at home again.

Another five minutes and another call and still nothing. Well damn, Heather thought. How long was she going to stand here and wait?

* * *

“Go to the mall.” That’s what the man had told her.

Really, he almost wouldn’t have had to have said much more than that. By now, she was so used to doing what men told her to do that it was almost second nature to her. She wanted men to control her. She wanted them to tell her what to do and she absolutely loved it when she submissively did whatever they told her to do but it was what the man told her next that really had her moving. “Go to the mall,” the man had told her. “Go to the food court and share your submissiveness with the girl that you find there or you risk losing your fantasy.”

“How will I find her?” Mary had asked in what she thought to be a perfectly reasonable question.

“Are you questioning me?”

Mary had cringed at the implied rebuke. “No, no,” she’d said. “I’m not questioning you.”

“Then you need to be going right now,” and then the man had added something more. “She’ll be waiting for you when you get there.”

That was all he’d said to her. It really was all he had to say to her. So she was on her way to the mall just as she’d been told to do.

And she was stuck in traffic.

Finally, she arrived at the mall and she threw her car into the first available parking slot before racing into the mall and making her way towards the food court.

She was probably late, she told herself. Maybe too late actually, and she still had no idea who it was that she was supposed to be looking for.

The college coed quickly found her way to the food court. At this hour of the day, the crowd had begun to thin out from the lunch time rush but there were still lots and lots of people around so just who the heck was she supposed to be looking for.

It was supposed to be a girl, Mary thought. At least that eliminated a good number of the people but it still left a good number of the crowd still under consideration. There had to be a better way, she told herself. There just had to be a better way to know who she was supposed to find.

She hadn’t even been looking at her but as Mary stood there, she was sure that she could feel that someone was looking at her and when she turned around, there she was, leaning up against a railing and looking as if she were looking for some one. Mary scurried up to the girl. “Pardon me,” she said, “but are you looking for me?”

As intent as she had been on finding her friend, Heather had hardly noticed the girl as she came rushing into the food court but now that the girl had come up to her, she couldn’t be ignored anymore. “Me,” she said. “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“Oh,” the other girl said dejectedly. “I was told to meet someone here and I was hoping that someone might be you.”

“’Fraid not. Who were you supposed to meet?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know who you were supposed to meet?”

“I don’t know.”

Heather shook her head. How could this woman not know who she was supposed to meet?

“He said I was supposed to go to the food court,” Mary said. “He said I was supposed to ...”

It wasn’t like Heather was really all that interested in what the other woman had to say but after all, she’d come this far already, why not take it the rest of the way. “He said you were supposed to do what?” Heather asked.

Mary’s voice dropped to a near hush. “He said I was supposed to share my fantasy.”

“He said what?”

Mary shook her head and she said nothing.

“Was this guy’s name Blake?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“I, um, I think maybe you were supposed to meet me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I know this guy, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Did he give you something, too?”

“Maybe.”

“What did he give you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Hey.”

“What?”

“You’re not telling me anything.”

“No, I don’t suppose I am.”

“Well if you’re not going to tell me then I’m not going to tell you.”

“Suit yourself. I never really wanted to know anyway but if he did send you here to find me, don’t you think you’re going to have to tell me sooner or later?”

Mary didn’t say anything to that but the truth was she didn’t really have a good answer to that one.

It was becoming apparent that Lenore wasn’t coming or that if she was coming, that she’d gotten herself lost or distracted somewhere along the way and if she had, it wouldn’t be the first time that either one of those things had happened to Lenore but then maybe that was why this other girl was here. Maybe this Blake guy had somehow sent this girl to her because he’d known what she liked and she did like the girl. She was young and she was cute and she was kind of hot with her mousy, little way. Yeah, she did like her, Heather decided. “I’ll tell you what,” Heather said.

“What?”

“I’ll let you hang with me but if you do, you’re going to have to do what I say.”

There was something about that, Mary thought. She did want to be controlled but she wanted guys to be the ones who controlled her but the girl, she seemed to know this Blake guy, but she wanted guys to control her ...

“Well? What do you say?”

What should she do, Mary wondered. What should she do?

“Well?”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay. I’ll hang with you.”

“And you’ll do what I tell you to do?”

Mary only paused for a moment. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ll do what you tell me to do,” and why the heck did that feel so good to say that, Mary wondered.

“Cool. My name’s Heather.”

“I’m Mary.”

“Nice to meet you, Mary.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Heather. Um, what should we do now?”

Heather looked at the other girl and then she grinned. “Hell if I know,” she said, “but that Blake guy wanted you here for some reason. I’m guessing if we just hang together, I’ll bet we’ll figure out what it is he wants us to do.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know about you but I’m going to go shopping. Where do you like to shop?”

For the next hour, the two women spent their time shopping which seemed to consist primarily of Heather getting Mary to try on skimpier and skimpier outfits and Mary progressively succumbing to each and every one of Heather’s whims.

It was when the two women were coming out of a lingerie store when they literally ran into four teenage girls. It was an accident but the apparent leader of the four girls seemed unimpressed by that fact. “Hey, watch where you’re going?” the leader of the teenagers said.

“We weren’t doing anything wrong,” Heather protested. “It was as much your fault as it was ours.”

“Are you saying were clumsy?” the other girl said.

“I didn’t say it but if the shoe fits—”

“Why, I ought to—”

“You were right,” Mary suddenly piped up. “It was all our fault.”

Now, it was Heather’s turn to turn on her new found friend. “Mary,” she hissed. “What are you doing?”

“What?”

Heather turned back to face the other girls. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Heather said hurriedly.

“It sounds to me like she knows exactly what she’s saying,” the gang leader said.

“We’ll she doesn’t,” Heather said again and with that, she grabbed Mary’s arm and he pulled the other girl away from the line of fire.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Heather asked when they were finally away from the other girls. “You can’t let people push you around like that, Mary. If you do, they’ll walk all over you.”

“But—”

“No. There’s no but about it. You just can’t let them do it.”

“But ... but I like it.”

Heather was just staring at her new friend. “You’re a strange one. You know that, don’t you? You’re a strange one.”

“I’m not strange,” Mary said. “I just like ... I just like to be controlled.”

Heather just shook her head. “That’s weird.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is and you know what? You may look kind of hot and all that but if that’s the way you are, I can’t see as how you and I have all that much in common so maybe I wasn’t the person you were supposed to meet after all.”

“No,” Mary wailed. She might not have been sure why she’d been sent here but one thing she was certain of was that this girl Heather was the person she’d been sent here to meet.

“I’ll let you go find the person you were supposed to meet,” Heather said. “You might want to start back at the food court since that was where you were told to go in the first place.”

“No, I was supposed to meet you.”

“You don’t know that.”

But she did know it. She just couldn’t make herself say it.

“I’m going to go off on my own,” Heather said. “You go find the person you were really supposed to meet.”

And with that, Mary watched Heather walk away but she didn’t go back to the food court as Heather had suggested. Instead, she watched from a distance as Heather made her rounds of the mall.

Mary was still watching from a distance when Heather went into the bathroom. She watched and she waited and then she waited some more. What the heck was taking her so long, Mary wondered, and yet still the other girl didn’t come out.

She had to know she was being followed, Mary told herself because while she had been keeping her distance, it wasn’t like she’d even remotely tried to keep her presence a secret so Heather had to know she was there.

Was it possible that maybe there was another way out of the bathroom, Mary wondered. Maybe Heather had grown tired of having her follow her around and maybe she’d decided to give her the slip. Maybe she wasn’t in there anymore.

Yeah, but how likely was that?

Maybe it wasn’t all that likely but wouldn’t she feel like the fool if that turned out to be the case.

Yeah but—

But what?

She’d wait, she told herself. She’d wait a little longer.

She waited and then she waited some more. She was getting tired of waiting but she couldn’t just burst in there.

But what if she wasn’t in there anymore.

Without even realizing she’d done it, she’d taken a couple steps toward the bathroom and then a couple more. It wasn’t really like she was following her, she tried to tell herself. They just happened to be in the same place at the same time and if she had to go to the bathroom at the same time as the other girl, who was to say she couldn’t do that?

She crept a little closer and the closer she got, the bolder she got. It was a free country after all. Who was that other girl to tell her what to do anyways?

And then she was there at the door to the bathroom. The other girl probably wasn’t there anyway. She’d probably slipped by her somehow.

She put her hand on the door and she pushed it open.

“It’s about time you came in here.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve been waiting for you. Now get your ass in here.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to eat my pussy, that’s why.”

What? No. That’s what Mary wanted to say but once again, the need to be controlled reasserted itself. No, she told herself. No. This was wrong. She wanted guys to control her. She didn’t want a woman to control her and yet here she was.

“I see you’re not leaving.”

Mary shook her head. She knew what she needed. She needed to be controlled. “Won’t someone see us?”

“Maybe. It’s more and more likely if you take your time.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“That’s more like it. Why don’t you take off your skirt for starters.”

Mary took off the skirt she’d been wearing.

“And now the panties. Take those off, too.”

Mary couldn’t help it. She did love it when people told her what to do. She’d always thought it was when guys used her but apparently she loved it when women told her what to do, too. She took off her panties just like she’d been told to do.

“Good girl. Now let’s see you hop up on that counter there and let’s see you show off your pussy.”

Again, Mary was doing just what she’d been told to do. She hopped up on the counter and she spread her legs so that Heather could see her pussy.

“Good girl. Now let’s see you lean back and rub your fingers against your pussy. I want you to make your pussy wet as you look up at me and beg me to eat you.”

She could do that, Mary told herself. She leaned back and she let her fingers glide between her legs and she looked up at Heather. “Please,” she begged. “Please eat me.”

“Are you wet yet?”

Mary shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Then keep going. Make that pussy nice and wet.”

She was trying. Actually, she was doing more than trying. She was starting to succeed.

“What do you want me to do again?”

“Please eat me.”

“Are you wet yet?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Keep going then.”

Mary kept going and couldn’t help but moan. She was doing more than getting there.

“Are you wet yet?”

“Yes-s-s.”

“What do you want me to do again?”

“Please eat me?”

“What’s that? I’m not sure I heard you. What do you want again?”

Oh God. The other girl was really going to make her beg for it and Mary couldn’t help but admit it to herself. She did so love it when people used her. “Please,” she begged. “Please eat me.”

“What?”

“Please eat me,” Mary begged again.

“What? You mean pretty please.”

“Yes! Pretty please.”

“Pretty please what?”

“Pretty please eat my pussy.”

“We’ll now, since you’ve asked so nicely, I don’t mind if I do,” and with that, Heather slid in between the other girl’s knees and she let her mouth slide down to Mary’s waiting pussy.

“Oh yes,” Mary moaned as her pussy finally felt another girl’s tongue slipping in between her lips. “Oh yes. That’s it. Eat me. Eat me.”

Her body writhed on the counter as Heather’s tongue now found its way to her clitty.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

One of her hands grabbed one of her breasts. She really liked it when men told her what to do. She really liked being controlled but apparently she liked it when women told her what to do and she most definitely liked this, too.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned and then she moaned again as she started to cum. “Oh fuck.”

“I think someone liked that,” Heather said when she finally peaked up from between Mary’s thighs.

“Oh yes,” Mary moaned.

“And I think someone is going to have to return the favor.”

“But I only—”

Heather held up a finger. “Did I say you could talk?” she asked.

“No,” a cowed Mary said.

“Are you going to lick my pussy?”

“Yes,” Mary mumbled.

“What?”

“I said yes,” Mary said a little more strongly even though she hadn’t ever licked another woman’s pussy before and yet it just seemed as if she just couldn’t possibly say no.

“That’s right. The answer is yes. Get down on your knees.”

Mary dropped to her knees.

“Tell me what you’re going to do,” Heather said again.

“I’m going to lick your pussy.”

“If that’s what you’re going to do, then I guess you better get to it,” and even as Heather said it, she was pushing her pussy forward.

“Mmm yeah,” Mary moaned. “That’s what I want. I want you to control me,” and with that, she slid her tongue in between Heather’s lips.

“Oh fuck,” Heather moaned. “I’m not sure about controlling you but fuck, if you keep doing that ...”

If Mary was paying attention anymore to what was being said, she didn’t actually show it unless of course one counted the way her tongue attacked the pussy that was being presented to her.

Heather’s hands gripped the counter to steady herself. “Oh fuck,” she moaned and then she moaned again. Damn. She was so fucking close.

And Mary’s tongue kept licking.

“Oh fuck,” Heather moaned again. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum.”

Heather was just about to cum when the door to the restroom opened and who should walk in but the four girls that the two of them had encountered earlier. It was fucking bad timing. She was just about to cum. She was so fucking close. “What the fuck are you guys doing here,” Heather growled. “Get out of here.”

“No!” That no hadn’t come from any of the newcomers because it had instead come from the girl whose face Heather’s pussy was riding. “No,” Mary said again. “Don’t go.”

What, Heather thought but in the next instant, Heather realized her friend was right. No, they didn’t want these girls to go. In fact, now that she thought about it, it would be so good to join her friend right there on her knees and no sooner had Heather thought that than she was dropping down right there beside her friend.

“What the hell have we got here?” asked the leader of the four newcomers.

“We only want to serve you,” Mary said.

“Yes,” Heather agreed. “We only want to serve you.” No wait a minute. Where had that come from and yet ... and yet that was what he wanted. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she knew that was exactly what she did want. She wanted these girls to control her.

“Is that right?” the leader asked. “You want to serve us?”

“Yes,” Mary gushed enthusiastically. “We want you to control us. We want you to tell us what to do.”

“Is that right?” the leader said, “and how about you? Is that what you want to? Do you want us to control you, too?”

“Yes,” Heather said just as enthusiastically. “We what you to control us.”

“But before—”

“I was wrong,” Heather blurted out. “Please forgive me but I was wrong.”

The leader smiled slyly. “We’ll now, that’s an awful lot there that you’re asking of us. What would you be willing to do to prove yourselves to us?”

“Anything,” Mary said.

“Anything,” Heather repeated.

“Well now.” The leader looked back at the girl standing by the door. “Carly, I think this bathroom’s closed for the foreseeable future. Why don’t you lock that door for us.”

A girl with short, black hair nodded and she turned and locked the door.

The leader looked back at Mary and heather. “Anything’s a pretty tall order but at least you girls are in the right position.” She looked over at Heather. “How about you? You ever licked a pussy before?”

“Uh huh.”

“You any good at it?”

“I expect you’re about to find out.”

The leader looked at Heather as if she were trying to decide if Heather was try to be sassy or not but then she smiled. “I guess we will. Girls.”

The leader and her cohorts operated almost as one. The four girls opened their jeans and then they were pushing their jeans down and they were pushing down their panties, too.

“Lean back,” the leader told Heather.

Heather leaned back and moments later, the leader’s pussy was straddling her face and even if Heather couldn’t see her friend, she knew that one of the other girls was doing the same thing with Mary.

“I think you know what to do with this,” the leader said.

Indeed she did, Heather thought even as her tongue sliced its way through the leader’s wet, pussy lips.

“Oh yeah,” the leader moaned. “Oh yeah. Hey, girls, we’ve got ourselves a live one here. You’ve got to try out this one’s pussy licking skills.”

God yes, Heather thought. She wanted to lick each and every one of those pussies.

“Oh fuck,” the leader moaned. “Oh fuck.”

She was going to cum, Heather realized and no sooner did she realize it than she felt the girl’s pussy clench and the girl moaned again even as her orgasm overtook her.

The girl was cumming, Heather realized and she knew she loved the idea but more than that, she knew she wanted the girl and her friends to keep on using her.

She needn’t have worried about that. No sooner had the one girl vacated her pace on Heather’s face than there was another one to take her place. This one had a hairy, little pussy but that was of no matter to Heather because it wasn’t long before her tongue once again found its way past the girl’s lips and then just like the girl before her Heather’s tongue was working the girls sensitive, little nub.

The next girl sat rather heavily on Heather’s face but Heather stroked her bottom even as her tongue stroked the pussy.

And then it was the last girl, Carly’s turn. Carly’s pussy was shaved clean and in no time at all, Heather had her cumming just like the rest of her friends.

But Heather soon discovered that just because Carly was the last girl didn’t mean she was the last girl. The leader was back and as Heather soon discovered, not only was she going to have to lick those pussies over and over again until they couldn’t take anymore, but she was discovering that she absolutely loved doing it.

It was some time later when Mary and Heather finally left that bathroom after each had serviced the other girls many times. “I can’t believe we did that,” Mary said.

“No?”

Mary shook her head. “I’ve always wanted to be controlled by guys. I didn’t know I wanted to be on controlled by girls, too.”

“Live and learn,” Heather said.

“Yeah, I guess.”

She’d definitely learned, Heather thought. She’d learned what it was like to put another girl’s pussy above everything else. She’d learned what that was like and she’d liked it. She’d liked it a lot and she couldn’t wait to do it again.