PathwaysChapter 3 Deb s Plan
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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it
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that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some
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Pathways
Part 2
By Roxana Riley
Life dissolved into a blissful if not bizarre schedule for the next two
weeks. My parent's project was picking up a lot of attention at work
and they were leaving earlier and coming home later. As soon as they
were out the door Monique would insist that I change into a panties and
bra set, covered in some jeans with a dark t-shirt and over to her house
as soon as possible. Usually I would wake her with fresh coffee and
breakfast in bed while she would lazily decide what the plan was for the
day.
You could say I was whipped, and I wouldn't deny it. I mean come on,
for the first time in my life a beautiful woman was not only paying
attention to me but I was actually exploding my sexual horizons. Sure I
was wearing panties and a bra but that was just some game, and as far as
my cock was concerned who cared. At 17 I had more sex and attention
than almost all of my friends combined.
Monique would push things every few days. Like the time she told me she
loved smooth skin and would I be a dear and shave my legs. Or had I
ever considered thinning out those busing eyebrows? Here was a new skin
lotion she got a trial of and doesn't it feel divine. It was all wicked
fun but I was losing myself in her Barbie doll dress up fantasies. She
had toned it back some as I was allowed to wear most of my own clothes.
But each outfit had to be on the soft side and proper panties and bras
were a must. I was terrified to run into any of my old friends and went
to great lengths to avoid them
Monique also opened me up to other things as well. I was as straight
laced as could be, never having imaged anything other than missionary
sex with a cheerleader. Monique had changed over the last year though
and she was not going to leave me in that shell as long. She and I
would head out at night for a "movie" only to sneak into some wild
clubs. My parents never even considered I was getting into trouble
since Monique was such a good girl and they had known her for years.
But a few times a week we would hit the wildest, nastiest, loudest clubs
in town. Monique was known at them all and I was her plus one, slipping
through the doorways. Once inside it was usually so dark and loud my 10
year old niece could have gotten served. And some of these clubs had
more than music going on. It was always hidden in back but a few
glances had my mouth hanging open. Monique would laugh and just tell my
how naive I was.
After about two weeks of debauchery we were dancing the night away at
one club Monique disappeared for 10 minutes and came back with a
Cheshire cat grin on her face.
"Do you trust me Riley?" she yelled over the thumping beat.
I just moved with the beat and leaned in to whisper, "Of course."
She laughed this wicked little moan and then held up her fingers. In
each hand she had a bright purple pill that looked like some kind of
skittle. Popping both into her mouth she leaned and kissed me hard,
forcing one of the pills into my mouth. Well I had never taken any kind
of drugs before but with her warm moist lips on mine my hesitation
lasted all of 2 seconds before I forgot about it and went with the kiss.
Monique laughed again and broke off as she led me over to the bar and
ordered two cosmopolitans for us to drink. I would have preferred beer
but since I was scared to order I always took what she gave me, which
was invariably some girly drink. The bright colors of the bar begin to
swirl and my body could feel the bass thump press down on my skin.
Monique's hands were all over me as we downed our drink and headed back
for more on the dance floor.
The night began to take on a dream like quality as time lost its flow.
I remember flashes of Monique and I making out in the girls(?) bathroom
as she shoved me in a stall. Her hands playing with my nipples as she
drew on my eyelids and "freshened" up lip gloss. I think my clothes got
wet as Monique handed me something dry to wear. It was a tight shirt
that felt tented over my pecs, but the material was all wrong as it had
a silky smooth feel to my newly shaved skin. Where she got it I don't
know but it was a bright pink color and it was so long as it flowed over
my hips. If not for the pants I had on underneath it would almost have
looked like a dress. Sometime later I must have been dancing but all I
remember where these hands sliding over my ass and along my sides. It
felt so good that I moaned. The flash of the dance strobe flickered off
my eyes and I saws Monique 10 feet away with some guy, grinding on his
leg as she stared into my eyes. A deep kiss later, that caused my
ecstasy overloaded brain to feel all the way to my toes as I another
girls lipstick slide along my lips. Monique squealing in delight, as
she came over and we made out with some hot girl with long black hair.
Last thing I remember was being pulled into some Limo. Monique's hands
rested on my shoulders guiding me to me knees as I licked the sweetest
pussy. Monique was above me with her hands all over hot black haired
girl as I serviced both of them.
I woke with the biggest hangover of my life. Everything hurt, my head,
my eyes, my teeth. I was wrapped up in some oversized bed that was a
mess of pillows, silks, scarves, and clothes. The whole thing like some
Sultan's harem as I was surrounded by arms, legs, breasts, hair and skin
of Monique and the girl I had vaguely remember with black hair. I
leaned back and sighed about how good life was and then my eyes went
wild as I realized what I was wearing. I still had on the bra and
panties Monique requested I wear, but I was also had the pink dress
hiked up my stocking covered legs hung up as it stuck to the lace of my
padded bra. One foot still was balancing a 4 inch high sling back pink
heel as it rested on the side of the bed. And I could feel something
sticky smooth on my face and blond hair in my mouth. Looking over at a
full length mirror I realized I was dressed in a tight pink keyhole
dress perfect for clubbing. My face artfully made up with some dark
shaded makeup that was smeared over from too much kissing and licking.
Atop my head was a blond wig with slight curls as it hung down to my
shoulders framing my face. There would be no going back to sleep after
seeing that.
Panicking I sneaked out of bed and ran to the bathroom where I proceeded
to be sick. After 10 minutes of losing everything I had drunk the night
before I felt Monique's soothing hand stroking my head.
"Mmm don't worry Roxy, you're ok..." she sleepily murmured in my ear.
I started to calm down..."where are we..." I asked.
"We hooked up with my friend Veronica last night, don't you remember..."
she inquired.
"No"
"it's ok baby. Your fine, just come back to bed."
"My parents are going to kill me."
"Shuss honey, I called your parents and told them you were sleeping
over. It's fine."
Fear began to recede as confusion slipped in. I let her lead me back to
bed as my mind buzzed. What was I doing dressed like this, who was this
black haired girl Veronica and what had I done last night?
We slipped back under the covers and blackness overtook me.
About 4 hours later I woke to hear conversation from the kitchen and
what smelled like coffee brewing. My brain still felt like it was on
under a sack of potatoes but I was alone in bed and my initial panic had
subsided. Looking down I was still half dressed in the dress but I also
spied my "regular" clothes over on a chair. Quietly I padded over and
got dressed, leaving the panties and bra in a pile with the dress, wig
and other items. I was not sure what had happened and I didn't feel
safe in those clothes. I remembered bits of pieces of the night before
and knew I had gone beyond where I had ever been in my "games" with
Monique. It had been too easy thought to get lost in the feeling and
bliss last night brought and I was not sure what it meant. About me,
about Monique, about who I was, about anything.
I wondered out into the hall and saw Monique and someone who must be
Veronica sitting at the counter having coffee. I don't think I had seen
Veronica before last night but one look at her legs and I was sure she
was the girl I spent 30 minutes in the back of the limo licking and
sucking on her pussy. Veronica had this long glossy straight black
hair that, with her name, immediately made you think of the Archie
comic. It had the swoop over her eyes and look like a curtain of black
satin. Her outfit was very retro as well with a pair of black Mary Jane
high heels, white satin blouse and stiff black pencil skirt. Her faces
had a beautiful arraignment of freckles that offset deep green eyes.
She also had a long elegant tattoo of a rose bush going down her right
arm and wrapping around her wrist. She did not have the glam look of
Monique but she was stunning in a through back swingers look that made
it hard to take your eyes off of.
The conversation stopped as I walked into the room. Monique gave me a
strange sort of big sister concerned gaze that made me feel warm but
unsettled at the same time. Veronica looked, well she looked a little
disappointed if that made any sense. Like I had caused her fairy tale to
end and I had just ruined the moment.
"Um Monique do you think you could take me home" I stuttered.
"Of course Riley" she answered, stressing my name. "Let's get you home
and cleaned up then off to bed again I think."
Monique stood up and shared a long, passionate kiss with Veronica. My
jaw dropped open but it was clear these two had a history and a shared
passion. I quickly went from scared about how I was going to get home
to feeling like an interloper.
Monique grabbed he keys and we walked out the door. As we left Veronica
slapped my ass saying "come back and when you are ready to play again
Roxy" as we hurried out the door.
The drive home was long and quite. We were much farther away than I
expected and it was going to take 40 minutes before I could scrub all
this makeup off my face and crawl in my bed.
"She's one of my friends and yes I like having sex with girls." Monique
blurted out of the blue after an awkward five minutes of silence. "She
also thinks you are very cute..."
My mind had been a whirl of questions but that was not what I was
expecting to hear. If Monique was a lesbian why was she hanging out
with me? I was going to ask what had happened last night and how did I
end up in the skirt but this was a unexpected direction and it threw me.
The conversation was quickly going out of my control.
"We meet last year in college. She, well she introduced me to a side of
myself I didn't know existed. I was out at a sociology faculty party
and she walked up to me and handed me a drink. We started talking and
next thing I know we were out the door and off to some club she worked
at. Before the end of the night she had seduced me, turned me onto the
joys of someone soft licking your pussy and I quickly learned to love an
open lifestyle."
Laughing she continued "She graduated last year and now she keeps
telling me that it's my turn to keep on the tradition when I head back
to school."
This didn't really make sense but my mind was too stunned to think of
what to ask.
"Veronica thinks you're hot by the way. She saw you dancing last night
and was sizing you up to see if she could take you home and seduce you.
Imagine her surprise when I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. Her
prot?g?e and the hottest thing on the dance floor together."
"Monique, but that doesn't make any sense!" I blurted. "If you are a
lesbian why have you been hanging out with me? And if you friend is
also into girls why would she ever want have me in her bed. And how the
HELL did I end up in a dress!?" My mind overflowed and all the
questions started pouring out.
It was quite for a few minutes before she answered me. "I never said we
were lesbians, just that we liked having sex with girls. When I came
home from collage I swore that I had enough with silly home town,
ignorant boys. But then Riley, you were always one of my friends. You
were always kind and never asked anything in return. When I came home
and saw you, how you had turned out over the last year. I decided I was
going to seduce you and pervert you over the summer" She giggled. "But
then my feminine loggings started to take over. I wanted your lips on
my pussy, but I wanted them in lipstick. You were so open and so eager
to please. It's much fun to boss you around. I kept dreaming of you in
a skirt and blouse and masturbating to the thought of it. I ruined a
few pairs of panties by the way.
"I knew I had to do something. I started to see how far you would go
and how far I wanted you to go. I kept thinking of you in a dress and I
hatched my plan for a wild night out. After you took the E last night I
could tell you would do anything I said. I snuck you back to the
bathroom and in no time I had you all dolled up. I am not sure if you
took a chance to look in the mirror honey but you WERE the hottest thing
on the dance floor last night. I swear, you may not remember it all
since you were high as a kite, but you had at least 5 guys fighting to
dance with you. Every pair of eyes was captivated by your ass. I
created a goddess that everyone wanted but I was jealous and wanted you
for myself. Veronica is a bit more "girls only" than I am and wanted to
leave you at the club. She lusted after you but was not sure she wanted
a 'boy' in her bed. I was worried that if I left you there you would
have been raped in 5 minutes. After I convinced her to bring us both
home in the car and as you went down on her she just about clawed the
roof off. Trust me your pussy licking is to die for love, I never got
such a reaction from her.
"I understand if you are a bit freaked out Riley. Just think though,
did you have fun last night? Have you been having fun with me? I know
I want to see you more but I also know I want it to continue to be in
panties" she grinned. "You are a good friend and I that will not change
no matter what. But for sex I only want you dolled up."
We pulled up in front of her place and my mind was going a mile a
second. My parents were of course gone for work and her parents still
at their summer cabin. Leading me inside, she tenderly washed my face
and brushed my hair. I was quite, thinking over everything she said.
When I was ready to face the world again she gently pushed me out the
door and kissed me softly good night.
"I am going to crash for about 12 hours but I hope to see you tomorrow?"
she asked.
I nodded and started walking back in a daze to my place. After two
steps she put her hand on my shoulder. "Just in case" forcing a sexy
black pair of panties in my hands. I pushed them deep in my pockets,
blushed and stumbled up to my door step. Once inside I striped off my
clothes, crawled in bed and killed the lights. I slept for 14 hours
only waking only twice. Once to tell my parents I was not feeling well
but I was ok and back to bed. And once, when the house was quite and
dark to slip those panties out of my pockets and pull them tightly up my
legs.
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