The Slave and the Sissy Part 3
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Max tore off her winter coat. She tossed it on the stairs as she pitched her gloves and toque on top of it. Her hair was mostly free of snow, but I ran my fingers through the red and tossed the soon-to-be melt onto my doormat. She gathered up her winter bundle and was about to head upstairs.
“Not taking the boots off?” I asked. She had started up the stairs, giving me enough room to kneel down and untie my own boots.
“The closet’s upstairs,” she explained, and wiggled her ass as she walked up. I would’ve swatted that wish-granter but she moved at a clip.
“That’s stupid, Sam,” I heard Alex saying. “You’ll feel better when your emotions catch up with your brain. Maybe you just weren’t ready to go first? But no. You had to be the adventurous one.”
“It wasn’t going to be Max!” Sam sounded tired. I could hear the change in her voice when Max turned the corner around the rail. “He let you wear them?”
“Why not?” Max asked. I picked up my boots. The closet was upstairs. I stopped on the first stair. I wasn’t going to carry in that snow, and left them on the second bottom step.
“Just, he said they’re not ... I wish I could sleep this worry off in my own bed,” she muttered. I had a soft frown as I crested the stairs.
“They plowed the streets. I bet the sidewalks suck, but I could walk you home if you want,” I offered. Sam was sitting on my bed with her ankles tucked against the left side of her butt. She had perfect posture. So did Alex on my coffee table. She was rotating my laptop so I couldn’t see the screen. She was looking over her shoulder.
“Could I wear the boots?” Sam hoped.
“Is that what it’ll take to get you to stay?” Max asked.
“I think she meant for the walk home.”
“That’s what it’ll take,” Sam nodded.
“You’re not wearing anything else if you wear those boots,” Alex challenged. Sam paled.
“That’s not how this works, Alex.” I hung my coat up next to Max’s. I yanked off my toque and threw it onto the closet shelf where Max had perfectly aligned her winter gear. I grabbed Max’s hand. I walked her backwards, I started to kneel down as soon as she bumped into the armchair.
“I’m not sitting there, that’s your chair,” she declared when I urged her with another push. I looked at it in the light and frowned. It was pretty ratty and cheap. I had picked it up off the streetside a couple of years ago. It was amazing these girls put up with any of this. I’d have to do better.
“I was going to sit you down and unzip the boots and take them off of you,” I explained. She lit up. Alex was grinning too. Sam looked on with a nervous nibble of her lower lip. I had never believed that the naive worrisome lip chew was anything but a planned girl tactic to look more vulnerable. Sam sold its authenticity. I smiled at her. I hadn’t seen the engineering student slip around me. Max put two hands on my chest and shoved me. I fell into the chair. She hopped on my lap and kicked her far leg up so I could reach inside her thigh for the zipper.
“Alright.” I agreed with her grin. She was wearing jeans. The same clothes as the day before. I felt her thigh through the denim and loved it. They all had long legs. Sam was a bit more toned than the other girls. Max’s breasts a bit fuller. Alex was a hint more slender in every way. The roar of the zipper cut the silence as the girls watched me. Max was giggling and covering her smile and self-destruct-button-red embarrassed cheeks. I laid the boot out on the table. Alex aligned it over her own lap. I grabbed Max’s other leg.
I wanted the world to collapse down until it was just the two of us. That wasn’t in the cards. Alex watched with glee. Sam was flooded with nervous energy.
I wanted to focus in on Max. This was a warm, intimate, and silly thing I was doing. I yanked down the zipper without taking the slow pace I had with her other leg. I rubbed her ankle as I slipped the boot off. “Off you go, Max. Sam, I’m going to put the boots on you and, if you want, I’ll walk you home.”
“That’s the catch?” she asked with a smile. “I gotta play dress-up with you?”
“And, once you’ve had the day to think, you gotta walk back here and return the boots,” I explained. She nodded and took a deep breath.
“I should probably put my jeans on then,” she said as she climbed off my bed. I saw the flash of her underwear under my robe as she settled onto her feet. She looked at me. Max stood up in her sock feet. She kissed the top of my head and ran over to the robe she had hung up like a coat. Sam wouldn’t meet my eyes.
She let the robe fall. We had had candlelight and shadow when the girls had undressed the night before. We had darkness and a flashlight app in the washroom. Her sext a few days before had been fuzzy from the angle she had held the camera -- a disruption increased by some nervousness shaking her hand.
“You don’t have to put on a show,” I told her as she dropped the untied ends of the robe’s belt. The garment opened. She wore a pair of pale pink panties, but her round perky breasts were thrust out. She aimed her shoulder at me. She looked straight ahead to save herself from looking me in the eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, kinked her wrists, and let the robe pool at her ankles.
“I’ll just pick that up,” Max said helpfully. She was darting the long way around Alex. “Oh my God, Alex! What the hell! Those are dildos!”
Sam and I turned our heads to Alex. Sam had already seen the screen; it had been pointed at her.
“Right...” she mumbled. I smiled up at her. She covered her breasts with one hand.
“Don’t be nervous,” I said soothingly. “But I’ll give you some space and harass the blonde. So, Alexa ... What are you up to?”
“I was ordering some supplies. Do you mind if they come here? I’d get all embarrassed if I had to pick them up at the dorm?” she asked. Her eyes were alight, her smile was grand, and her excitement was infectious. Max had her hands on Alex’s shoulders and was reading everything like she was looking at a new miracle.
“What’s that one for?” Max murmured.
“Your butt, sweetie,” Alex laughed as she reached up and petted her friend’s face.
“So what kind of ‘supplies’ do you think we need?” I asked. I felt a hand over my shoulder. I looked up. Sam had put on her bra and jeans.
“Can I sit down to put my socks on?” she asked. I patted my lap. She took a long deep breath after she sat down. I rubbed between her shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry Alex, I didn’t listen to a word you said,” I told her.
“That’s OK. I just saw last night, that we really only had the one penis for the three of us.” She giggled. Sam put her first sock down on the floor and lifted her other foot for the second tiny pink thing.
“It’s the only penis I need,” Max huffed at her friend. But she was reaching over Alex’s shoulder to scroll down a little further. “Oh, that’s the kind you have, Sam!”
“What?” Sam froze solid on my lap. I nudged her shoulder with my forehead. She grabbed my face and swore a grand oath. “It’s still in the package!”
“It really is,” Max agreed. “One of her classmates gives them out to all her friends on birthdays. According to this, Nancy’s real cheap.”
“OK, good, I don’t--”
I stopped Sam with a hug around the waist. I looked her in the eye. “I masturbate all the time.”
“What?” Alex popped up her head. “Really? How often is ‘all the time’? Once a day?”
“I try.” I shrugged. “Ten a week? That sounds about right.”
“Wow!” Alex scrolled down. “That sounds like a lot.”
“Well, I’m not your age anymore.” I gave a crooked frown and Alex’s eyes went wide. She was giggling. Max put the first boot in my hand.
“It’s wet,” Sam complained.
“I just wore it shoveling snow.” Max shook her head. “Here, let me go towel it off. Alex, stop embarrassing everyone.”
“I thought I was only embarrassing myself,” Alex murmured. “You never said if I could have them sent here.”
“I really don’t think I’m capable of stopping you,” I joked. Alex cocked her head and pursed her lips.
“No, you really aren’t,” she said. “What’s the postal--I’ll just check Google.” She slapped herself lightly in the forehead. “You don’t need to ask a question that Google can answer. Dad always says that.”
“He seems like he likes taking care of himself.” I nodded. I was going to need to call him, to talk to him. I had changed my plans. I should own up to it. I--How do you say “Your daughter and her two best friends overwhelmed me into sex?” I’m sure I could find a card.
“Dry and still shiny.” Max reached over Sam’s shoulders and leaned in to hug her friend from behind. The boots were laid across Sam’s lap. Her knee reverberated against my own. I rubbed small circles on her back again. She smiled. The blush suffused through her tan that she had gotten while wearing something much more conservative than her little lace bra. The skin of her chest was bright red. “C’mon, Gene. Put them on her.”
“I can dress myself.” Sam’s defiance was only momentary. She turned to me with a smile I hadn’t seen since the night before. “But I’d love for you to help me.”
“Of course, milady.” I picked up the boot and lined it up with her foot.
“It’s like if Cinderella had the same size feet as her wicked stepsisters,” Alex grinned as I fitted the boot around Sam’s foot. She pulled the leather up to her knee and I tugged the zipper all the way up. Whatever had been nagging her, was wisping off her shoulders.
“I’m not wicked.” Max scooted around Alex for some more window-shopping.
“You’re wicked awesome, Max,” I added and threw up the horns. Sam grinned and nipped at my jaw. She had her arm around my shoulder now as we inched the second zipper up her leg.
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