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This story is the third part of a longer piece in which an erotic event draws two very different young women together as traveling companions on a long, overnight bus trip. They continue to explore their sexuality, exposing the way some women think and the hot little things they say about sex. Stimulated in each other's company and unwilling to sleep, they discover how alike they really are.
In this episode, bi girl Erica has persuaded Jaimie to turn her on with a 'bedtime story' - a role play fantasy appealing to her exhibitionist nature.
If you'd like to know how Erica and Jaimie began their journey, you can find "Erica" and "Erica - Ch. 02" in 'Lesbian Sex'.
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"Take me somewhere, hon."
Erica snuggled closer onto Jaimie's shoulder.
"Take me on a journey."
"A journey? Where? What do you mean?" asked Jaimie softly.
"A nice bedtime story," murmured Erica. "Take me somewhere. You know what I like. Get me off in front of someone."
Jaimie took a deep breath. From here on it was all virgin territory...
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"OK then," she began. "You're eighteen again and standing up there on that high school auditorium stage of yours, and it's the day after a very popular karaoke night when you were still queen, singing all those favorites, keeping your fans happy, when none of them knew you appeared before them wearing no panties under your skirt.
And there you are, back again so early in the morning before anyone else has arrived - or maybe it's a Saturday and the janitor let you in - jeez, I don't know!"
"Don't worry," said Erica. "It's enough. In dreams, anything goes."
She closed her eyes.
Gaining confidence, Jaimie resumed, unaware of a sultry grin forming on her face as she gazed at Erica.
"You're panty-free now - just how you like it. Without a bra too, and looking like the cat's pajamas in a little red and black tartan pleated flip skirt and white midriff top."
"Mmm... yeah," murmured Erica. "I could wear that. A little unusual for me, but I'll buy it. And what am I doing there now?"
"You're looking for something." Jaimie was thinking fast, creating as she went.
"You're looking for an earring you lost," she continued. "From a pair you really liked at the time. Remember those?"
"I do," said Erica. "A shower of stars - from my silver phase." She smiled at the memory. "Looked a million dollars under lights."
"They're the ones," said Jaimie. "So you're looking for the earring you dropped. Maybe it's backstage, but you've already been looking there, bending over, searching. Now you're moving out onto the main stage. It could be near the mikes out front. Amongst the cables. Are you looking there too?"
"Looking," confirmed Erica, her eyes still closed.
"There are loose audio cables there near the front of the stage. And a crate. As you're also part of the sound and lighting team, so you may just want to store some of those cables for the guys you work with. Roll them up. Put them in the crate. Ready to go into storage down the back of the auditorium."
"OK," said Erica a little doubtfully. "Yes, OK. Rolling, rolling now."
"And you're bending over there for each cable, looking for the earring all the time in case it dropped in there somewhere," Jaimie reminded. "You can feel your ass all exposed, opening up to the world as you lean over - to anyone who may come up behind you."
She waited a moment.
"That little skirt - it seems to flip up as you move, and you can feel the pleats bouncing against your ass and your pussy when you walk."
"Mmm... I know that feeling." Erica was giving it some consideration when she remembered something else.
"Hey, you forgot my feet," she interrupted. "Dress my feet - like one of those dolls." Erica certainly was particular.
"Boots," said Jaimie suddenly, thinking of her own preference. "But they're ankle length stiletto heel boots with spiky toes. Very sharp - impressive as a matter of fact, so that when you pick up anything off the floor it's from a height, and you're bending your knees, too."
"Uh-huh," said Erica. "Got that."
"Back to your skirt for a minute. It's making you feel hot big time. You can feel a swelling of the everything down there - the pressure, the ache around your opening building with each flip of those little knife pleats of that skirt against your naked flesh. Flip... flip... as you walk... and it's starting to drive your crazy. And no, you're not 'dripping', like they say, but you're wet. Very. And you're thinking... any minute now you'll need to stop and press your pussy against something to ease the ache."
"How did you know that?" Erica asked.
"Same reason you knew about me earlier," Jaimie returned, smiling. "Remember? Two highly orgasmic gals? What we do? How we feel? I know. I'm inside you there, feeling all this along with you."
She continued.
"This crate - it's nearly full, and you have one or two cables to pick up. And..."
Just in time, Jaimie thought of a new development in her plot.
"Go on," said Erica, sensing her hesitation.
"You realize," Jaimie went on, "That three seniors, sporty guys from the team, are crossing the back of the auditorium - in one side and out the other. They're final year students, all eighteen years old and well built, and you know for sure that they idolize you."
"Tell me about it!" Erica enthused. "But where are you? Are you in this anywhere?"
"Can be," said Jaimie. "I can arrange an appearance if you like. Let me think about it." She paused, adjusting her position under the blanket.
"Wait! I know where I am. I'm in the wings watching you from the side. Close to the front. I've come back to collect a box of art equipment I left backstage. Does that sound OK to you?"
"Yeah," said Erica. "I do like the sound of that. Watching, eh?" She glanced across at Jaimie with a knowing look.
"Back to the story," Jaimie reminded her. "You're needing some help with the crate of cables and you need to call out to them in your silliest, most put-on voice so they can hear you way back there.
"'Hey guys!' you call.
"Instantly, they recognize you, famous karaoke queen that you are, and they change tack in one move. Now they're sailing toward you over that shiny, open space, deliberately sliding on the polished floor to show you how clever they are, and..."
Here Jaimie paused to think.
"As they arrive, skidding to a halt, you speak to them, putting on your most winning smile.
"'Oh guys,' you coo, 'I have this crate here needs lifting. I'll push it a little closer to the edge for you.'
So you turn round to bend over, get a good grip on the thing."
"Mmm," murmured Erica. "I see where we're heading." She wriggled beneath her side of the blanket.
"Of course, as you bend with your ass in their direction, your little pleats flip up and these guys get a glimpse of your naked charms there - your shapely legs, trim knees, the backs of your thighs, your ass, your pussy lips peeping through, hanging there so nicely between your legs.
"You quickly 'realize' - if I may use the word loosely - that you have an audience down there on the floor, catching an up-look under your cute little flips, right to your cute little lips. Oh my! What a surprise! You had no idea, of course.
"'Ooh!' you squeak, as you reach round to brush your pleats into place and stand up again. 'Sorry guys! I was in such a hurry this morning I may have forgotten something! But I know you'll need this crate a little closer. Allow me to try again.'
"By now you have your audience pretty much immobilized. They're standing there in total amazement. The two on the right nudge each other and the guy at the left is shifting his cock in his jeans."
Jaimie was getting into the swing of this, but she suddenly felt she may be taking the story to unacceptable extremes. Just how much could she make Erica believe? She'd already invented a crazy situation and there was no way she could make this story sound like real life.
"Am I going too far with this?" she asked quickly. "It's all a bit far-fetched."
"Uh?" Jaimie heard a little gasp. "No! No! Take it far. Far as you like. Don't stop now!"
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Erica squirmed under her side of the blanket and Jaimie heard the first of her three skirt snaps give way. She was giving herself more room to move under the covers.
"This time," said Jaimie, "You think you might try pushing that crate from behind, facing the guys. Off you go - clonk, clonk, clonk - those few steps in those high boots, then you're bobbing down there behind the crate, spreading your knees - which is easy as pie because you're wearing those cute pleats, and..."
"Go on!" pleaded Erica.
"Well," said Jaimie, stalling for time, "Just as the other two guys automatically grab their bulges to relieve the pressure, waiting for you to spread your legs and give them a wide angle view of your open pussy, there's a new development." Jaimie paused. "You did say you wanted me in there, didn't you?"
"Oh yes," breathed Erica. "I want that."
"Here goes, then. Just when the guys are panting down there below you, their hands aching to dive in and strangle the animal in their pants - just when they're waiting for you to bend over so they can really make the most of that rush they'll know will hit them..."
Jaimie went on.
"You pause and look around. Teasing them. You notice I'm hiding in the wings in my dark clothing, huddled down on the floor between the front wall and the curtain, holding my knees in my arms. You know me by sight. I'm the gal who made some of those decorations for the karaoke night. Just some arty type who hangs round the art room putting in extra time on her projects during lunch. Some goth gal wearing an all black period costume from a thrift store. Apart from the times I've taken all my clothes off to earn extra dollars as an artist's model, no one notices me much."
"And you're watching me," Erica confirmed. "Can you see the guys?"
"I take a peek now and then, but they don't see me. We're all much more interested in you. The way I see things, there are three guys up there near you, all with that 'knees-apart' stance, all giving their privates some close manual attention through their pants, and all with their eyes on you. And you - you're giving me a side view of the pussy show you're putting on for them. I really want to see how you do it, even if I don't get to see the puss itself. Follow?"
"Follow? That's an understatement. You're hot, hon. Don't forget to tell me what to do though," replied Erica.
A compliment and a reminder in one. Jaimie felt flattered and worried at the same time.
"Every move?" asked Jaimie.
"Yeah. Tell me," she gasped. "What to do. You gotta tell me what to do."
Jaimie didn't realize that talking her through this was going to be like hard work. Nice work, but constant. She felt under pressure to perform. "Like a guy," she thought. "Perform for Erica like a guy. Make her feel aroused. Make her come." It was something she really wanted to do.
Jaimie went on.
"OK then. I'm in the wings, and I'm watching. Everything has changed for you since you became aware of me there. Because I'm there, you decide to put on a real performance for them - to include me.
"From where I am, I see you put one foot on the crate and spread your legs like a real pro. The little pleats on your skirt fan out between your legs, and the split up the front widens. This is no 'accident' any more. It's a show for real. Very slowly, you're raising some of those pleats on that little tartan skirt, and you give those guys a perfect flash of shaved pussy."
"Oh, I know how it is, hon," said Erica with an ecstatic look on her face. "They're writhing and squirming and making dumb-stupid sounds at each other." She repositioned her hands under the blanket.
"You're looking at the guys for a moment," Jaimie continued. "Since you gave them that flash of pussy, so perfect and pink there under your pleats, they believe they can even smell it from where they are, and they're drooling. But up there on the stage you're so out of reach. Like a goddess. They know that if they rush the stage they'll break the spell, and no way would they leap up and take hold of you.
"They're sticking together too - safety in numbers. It's early, yes, but any time now, someone else could come along and interrupt this little morning moment of madness. They've gotta get off soon, but they know they can't do it without your say-so."
Jaimie looked at Erica, delighted that the arousing nature of her activities under the warm cover expressed themselves so freely on her face. She drew in a breath, her own body filling with the joy of giving pleasure to another - and to Erica in particular.
"They want to see more of you," she continued. "More of your performance.
"You run your hands down over your breasts, further and further, so they think you'll lift your top for them. You don't. Yes - you do. Ever so slowly, you pull your top up till your breasts show their neat little curves beneath the hem. As you inch your top higher and higher, your nipples flick out from under the edge, bouncing a little as you pull the top further to expose the whole lot. Just as your nipple rings catch the light, you pull the top back down again.
"The guys are panting. They're urging you on, calling out for you to take it off. They haven't laid a hand on their naked parts yet, taking the strain in their thighs instead as they clutch the rocks filling their pants. You're in charge here. Not involved - playing it cool - enjoying the power."
Erica had an opinion on that part of the story.
"I do like that part, babe. Me in charge," she smiled. "But it's you I'm interested in. I want to know how you feel about all this. How you respond. Without you there, it's just another show."
"I'll let you know," Jaimie reassured her.
With her focus on giving pleasure - on telling a story that would give Erica a buzz, she hadn't been paying any attention to her own feelings of arousal. Giving it a thought or two now, she realised that her entire vulval region was swollen and aching, and all without her touching anything at all. She moved her hand up under her sweater. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt if she caressed a breast while she continued with this tale. A little manual stimulation might add shine to the narrative.
"You want them to unzip - to show you what they're made of," continued Jaimie. "So you mime the scene for them.
"Running your hands from breast to bulge, you suggest the tightness in their pants. You lean toward them.
'You can do it, guys,' you breathe down at them. 'You know you wanna. You can unzip for me.'
"And as you say this, you run your hand down your thigh and back up again, higher and higher under those flippy little pleats.
"They're busy now, spreading their knees and unzipping, and they're so busy ripping their openings apart and comparing the bulges in their boxers that they're not looking at you for a moment.
"This is when you look across at me, and I have such a surprise ready for you. You notice that I'm standing now, facing you, and I'm unbuttoning my blouse."
"Now that sounds interesting," murmured Erica. "I give the guys a show and you give me one. I like it."
"Bear in mind," reminded Jaimie, "That these guys in front of you have their hands right down in their shorts now. They've adjusted their cocks to a more comfortable position and you can see them there below you, those three guys all in a row, looking up to you for more, their jeans hanging open and their hard cocks and busy hands bulging under their shorts. One cockhead is even peeping over the top of the waistband, straight up, almost to his..."
Beneath the blanket, another snap gave way on Erica's skirt, then the next.
"It's off now, hon. I'm... I'm... No! I won't say. Tell me what you're doing in the story."
Jaimie paused for effect.
"But you look away from them and back to me. I'm unbuttoning my Victorian blouse, one button at a time. Down, down, down. I've completed about half and I'm running my hands down over my breasts. Down to my pussy and back up again."
"Yes, more of that," said Erica. "And I like things with nipples."
Jaimie smiled. Maybe she was on the right track here.
"Well, of course I unbutton right down the front to the waist and I threaten to open it wide to expose everything. I'm teasing you. And remember I'm shy. Much more shy than you are. Anything I expose is big deal to me."
"It's OK, hon, I'll remember that," Smiled Erica. "Go on."
"Centre stage, you're watching me now as you move your hands over your breasts. I sense you might want to see me do something, so I pinch my nipples through my thin blouse. You do the same, and from where I am, I can see your nipples standing out through your little white midriff top. I pull mine harder, and you're pulling yours too as you watch me, brushing your fingers over their erect, hard shape, feeling the sensation of my touch and yours through the fabric. I'm hoping you can feel my fingers from where I am in the wings."
She stopped for a moment and looked across at Erica. Jaimie watched her there, concentrating hard with her eyes closed, breathing in little pants with her mouth open.
"Yes... yes... And the guys. What do they think? Do they notice this?"
"The guys in front of you are frantic," Jaimie went on. "One of them, the guy at the end to your left, has his cock right out now, and he's stroking it as he watches you tugging on your nipples. The guy next to him notices and thinks - oh, what the heck, and flips his dick over the waistband of his shorts, stroking fast and looking relieved that he apparently has permission to do this.
"He digs his pal in the ribs –he's the only one overly not active yet, but he's the big guy to your right, the one with his cockhead showing already. His thighs are straining through his jeans and he's obviously been getting high on the visuals, thrusting his hips forward and making his cock move all on its own before he makes a grab for his erection - his best friend and constant companion down there in his pants.
"Taking his time, this guy lowers his jeans so that anyone passing could see his ass from the back of the auditorium, and you up there - you can see his almighty cock from the front. He shows you just how big it is by measuring the length in his two hands. It takes two hands to cover it, and even then the crown, the color of a beautiful orchid, is protruding from the end of his fist, giving the phrase 'gaining the upper hand' an entirely new visual element."
Erica caught her breath.
"Oh hon, I can see all this." She breathed out again. "Three of them with their cocks out, jerking off for me. But what are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Jaimie paused.
"I know. It's a competition now," she went on, her enthusiasm building. "I want to win your attention away from them."
"There's little me in the wings. How can I compete with those three big jocks in front of you? You're looking at them - at me - at them, stroking, tucking their balls in their other hand, all using their own styles as guys do.
"One of them is playing with the pre-cum on the big purplish head of his cock and bouncing his length around with light little strokes, teasing it. Another licks a hand and lubricates the shaft. He's pumping seriously now, squeezing his balls with the other hand. I'm looking at their bodies moving, wondering if guys fall over when they come standing. Their feet are planted wide and their thighs are taut. Their asses are tight."
"And you? I want to see what you're doing." Erica was insistent.
"I've decided to do what I know best. I'm standing there now. In the wings. Facing you. And when I see you looking my way, I'm tearing aside my blouse and revealing a pair of breasts to make you swoon. White skin. Pink nipples on round, well-shaped breasts - not too big, but just enough for you to handle if ever I let you get your hands on them. As I begin to flick my fingers on those pink nipples, you slip your hands up under that sweet midriff top of yours and pull it up over your cute breasts, giving the guys another display to end all displays."
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