Friends-Giving

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!

Authors' Note: This is another collaboration with JennyCarpricorn. Again, we did this as literary improv in first-person present tense. There are still some grammatical errors that are left in (mostly) for style reasons. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! We hope you enjoy this as much as we did writing it.

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It's Friday morning after Thanksgiving, and I'm looking at myself in the bedroom mirror. Seeing my body, the years on it, the curves I would like to be rid of, but still thinking it's sexy. Hopefully sexy enough. I can feel the remnants of Gene's morning attentions trickling down my leg and I am, for the moment, sated.

"If you're checking to see if you gained any weight from Thanksgiving dinner, I certainly didn't feel it," Gene lets me know, fresh out of the shower, watching me watching myself in the mirror.

"It's not that," I say, turning to look back over my shoulder at my backside. "It's just..."

"It's just that this holiday is the first time Eva has been away from you since she came here and you're worried she'd realized she's made a terrible mistake?" Seeing the accuracy of his statement on my face, my husband comes over and kisses me. "Let me assure you, as someone who knows, no one who has ever had you could seriously desire someone, anyone, else."

I enfold him in my arms. "Damn, you're good at this."

"The husband thing? I have a quarter century of practice, so I ought to be," he kisses my forehead. "Now, you go shower while I get dressed. And then I am taking the kids to that hideous indoor overnight water park for two whole nights so that you can reassure Eva that she belongs here."

"You're visiting hell for me..." I whisper. "I'll find a way to thank you later." My smile makes it clear what my mode of payment is likely to be.

His smile confirms it, "Go, before I take an advance on my winnings."

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Five hours later I'm alone in the house, something I used to love before I got used to your being here somewhere, waiting, trying to read a steamy romance novel. But my mind keeps picturing you and my ears perk up every time someone drives by. I need you back here. I need to make you mine again.

==== Eva ====

I catch myself speeding and have to slow down for the hundredth time. My mom just wouldn't let me leave.

I had spent the past four days visiting my mom and brother for Thanksgiving which I always enjoy. My mom's stuffing is the best and she makes real cranberry dressing from scratch, not whatever that is that glugs out of a can. I had also, however, spent the last several days pretending to be a normal girl with a normal job living a normal life.

It wasn't me, not anymore. Of course, I couldn't exactly tell my family that where I felt most myself was on my knees with my face buried between your legs. Questions about my job were similarly uncomfortable.

"Well, Mom, for the last four months I've been the live-in sex toy and slave to a woman your age."

Nope. There were just some secrets better kept hidden.

Now I just want to get back to where I can be myself again. And I'm late. Southern goodbyes can last for hours and my family could be the meme for that. My shoulders relax when I finally pull onto your street and into the driveway.

Getting out of the car, I decide that I can get the luggage later. There's almost nothing in those bags that I would wear in your house anyway. I reach the door and don't need to use my key, it's open.

I step through the door slowly not sure who will be home but I didn't see the minivan. The first thing I see, making my heart jump, is you sitting on the couch. Then my heart sinks. You've got a scowl on your face and one leg is crossed over the other bouncing impatiently.

"I..I'm sorry I'm late, Miss Victoria," I say, sheepishly ducking my head but keeping my eyes on you.

You just raise one eyebrow. I'm trying to act chastened but I have to suck on my lips not to start smiling from ear to ear. Looking around, I see no one else so I slowly go to my knees. Already, I'm feeling more myself. I continue onto all fours and start to do my sexiest crawl across the foyer and living room to you.

=== Victoria ===

"I want you to know, Eva, that Gene took the kids out for the weekend to give me time alone with my slave. Forty-eight precious hours of having my fucktoy alone for whatever purpose I see fit." I continue to stare at you, my theater background helping me continue to appear angry even as my heart is singing about the sight of you crawling to me.

"You have wasted two of those hours. This is inexcusable. You know you will be disciplined for this?"

Then I see you're still wearing my choker, its embroidered lilac standing out against your throat, and I can't help but smile a little. I raise my hand to show your leash and collar waiting for you.

==== Eva ====

Smiling despite myself, I crawl until you uncross your legs and I can kneel between your knees. Like an obedient puppy, I rest on my hands and stretch my neck up as I smile up at you. I'm bursting with the joy of being...home. It's not the place, it's your presence, that's what makes it feel like home.

You reach behind my head and unlatch the choker. For a moment, I feel naked without the comfort of even the semblance of a collar but then you wrap the thick leather around my throat and secure it in place. The click of the lock gives me a tiny tickle between my legs as I'm once again subdued with you holding the leash.

When the welcome tug comes, however, it doesn't pull me to your sex where I was expecting. Instead, you pull up making me climb up your body until my knees are on the cushions on either side of you. Your scowl turns to a smirk and you wrap the leash around the back of your neck until it falls over the opposite shoulder. Grabbing the end with your other hand, you continue to pull.

I lick my lips as our faces slowly approach, my smile giving way to parting lips. Then we're together, the leash pulling me hard into your embrace. Your tongue pushes past my teeth even as you snake the leash around the back of the collar and over my shoulder as well, assuring that neither of us can break away until you let go. My body melts into you welcoming every familiar touch.

=== Victoria ===

I pull you up to me, trying to be deliberate to suppress my eagerness and it occurs to me that you haven't been kissed properly in days.

After your initial surrender to my tongue, I pull back and kiss you again lightly, a follow-up. A counterpoint. And then my tongue runs along your upper lip, outside first, and then inside, as I suck your lip into my mouth and taste it again, pulling slightly. And release. Kiss, my tongue passing deeper into your mouth, our bodies merging together, our breathing shared.

And then back, a counterpoint kiss, and licking your lower lip. Exploring all of your mouth like a colonist, claiming it. Shifting my head to the other side and kissing you again. Planting a flag of ownership as my lipstick smears across you.

You try to continue but I grab your hair and gently hold you as I disengage and let go of the leash. I start kissing and nibbling up your immobilized jawline, missionary converting you to my worship. I reach your ear and bite down, letting you feel my power and presence and I hear your gasp.

My lips whisper in your ear, "You made me wait, slut. Don't forget who owns you and who will kiss you till you climax."

==== Eva ====

I smile letting one side curl up higher than the other as our noses touch. The absurdity of your statement is amusing but you might not be kidding. I've never cum like that but I'd enjoy you trying.

"You do, Mistress, you own me," I whisper.

You unwind the leash from around our necks then grab it close to where it clips to my collar. Pulling me down, you guide me to lie on the sofa.

"Present," you order.

Automatically, I try to get up in order to kneel in the presentation position only for you to hold me to the sofa.

"I...can't, Miss. W..with you holding me."

"Do your best," you insist.

Arching my back, I manage to shove my hands behind me and grab onto my forearms. At the same time, I spread my knees opening myself to you.

"Perfect," you purr and slide down until you are lying on top of me, one hand still holding me fast by the leash and the other cupping my cheek.

=== Victoria ===

Lying across you I look down at your face, your eyes, and see your humor, your curiosity of what I might do next, your hunger, and your trust: each flickering across your eyes as you look at my 'stern face', my game face to get you in the right space for what is coming.

My thigh slides between yours, the horrible slacks that you put on for the drive are at least thin enough for my thigh under the line of my skirt to feel the heat between your legs. Pressure there makes your breath catch and I remember it's been 4 days since you've been laid as well.

I lower my head again and kiss your ear, licking the tasteful orb of your earring as if it were your clit. "Have you been edging yourself every night, slut?" I left my orders on that ambiguous, not wanting to make your time with your family awkward.

I feel your nod, your jawline brushing against my cheek, your "Ye...yes, Mistress. Yes, I did." You're not sure if I'm going to punish you for that.

"I hoped you would. And I know you would never have cum without me there, right?"

"No, Mistress." More certain, but you can't shake your head because of how my head is pinning you.

"So you were such a dirty slut sliding your fingers across your pussy every night for hours, getting so close, panting, aching, desperate, but you're a better slave than you are a whore, aren't you?" My leg is making slow circles across your sex under these slacks and whatever hideous panties you allowed yourself in your identity away from me.

"Aren't you?"

==== Eva ====

"I would never disobey you on purpose, Mistress," I begin but have to pause to let out a halting breath as your thigh presses the inseam of my pants into my clit.

Unbeknownst to you, I'm not wearing any underwear. I was expecting to be going to my room where I would have to strip them off anyway. That's my rationalization but, deep down, it was also because it's just come to feel more natural, my usual state.

"I'm your slave, Mistress...and your whore," I add remembering you sharing me with others on Halloween, "if that's what pleases you." A warm feeling of affection washes over me as I verbalize my submission.

Your tongue snakes behind my earlobe touching the spot that you know makes me melt.

"Ooohhhh," I moan and I can feel my nipples hardening even more. I arch trying to rub them against you.

The hand on my cheek traces down my neck to my heaving breast begging for your attention. Your finger circles around it spiraling closer to the center teasing me with its proximity but not taking the final step. I groan and rock my chest.

"Ah, ah, ah," you scold. "The toy does not get to decide how it is played with."

I whimper but stop moving.

=== Victoria ===

I continue to circle my thumb around your nipple, feeling the areola getting goosebumps through the thin fabric of your shirt and the lace of your bra. I push a little harder, driving the lace into your skin, but not touching the nipple in my circumnavigations, and feel you twitch to keep from squirming. My thigh is continuing its pressure on your crotch, and I can feel the dampness starting to penetrate your slacks.

"My goal, slut, is to have you make these slacks so soaked that you can never wear them again." I growl in your ear, "You know how I feel about anything being between my desires and your pussy...."

And then I go back to kissing you. Your mouth yields to my will as much as any other part of you does, and my own body is becoming ever more aroused from how you feel under me. I increase the intensity of everything - the kiss becoming a rough taking of your mouth, my fingers finally closing to pinch your lace bra into your nipple, my hip shifting to drive my thigh into your clit with a rocking motion. I'm slowly grinding into your mouth, your sex, and, I suspect, your mind.

==== Eva ====

One leg is pinned under you and the other has no leverage. With my arms trapped behind me and you rocking on my pelvis, I'm all but immobile. There's no place I'd rather be. It might be my mind filling in the sound, but I can almost hear the squelching of the increasingly wet fabric being forced up and down my slit and over my clit.

I shudder at your words and the increasing friction. When you pinch my nipple, I suck in a breath but your mouth is sealing it meaning I am even breathing your air. This suddenly feels so right. You permeate me, surrounding me and seeping into every pore, ever thought.

This is what I'd missed lying in my childhood bed over the holiday with my fingers buried in my sex and bringing me to the brink of climax only to stop. Following your command was the closest I could get to you.

Now, my mind is suffused with you again. Your smell, your touch, your very breath, and it is taking me quickly where I couldn't go without you. My legs are starting to quiver as the orgasm creeps closer.

=== Victoria ===

I can feel your legs quivering and it just feels amazing. I don't stop what I'm doing... other than pulling upward on your nipple to stretch it more. The fabric between us betrays me, popping your nub out from my fingers, and probably sending an explosion of sparks through you based on your gasp.

So I replicate it, thrusting my hose-covered thigh against those damnable slacks as I do so. I'm feeling your body shaking as each pop of your nipple takes you closer to the edge. I wait until you're struggling to not cum without an order.

Until your whole body is one nerve of sexual tension.

And then I move my thigh to just straddle you on the couch. My left leg slips over the side so my weight is all across you but your sex no longer has pressure. And I move both hands to your head, leaving your tormented nipple orphaned under your bra as my fingers dig into your hair to feel your scalp.

I break the kiss just long enjoy to say "Cum for me, slave," and I kiss you like no woman has ever been kissed. My tongue, my lips, lay permanent claim to your mouth as I press my hips down against yours, our curves pushed against each other to make a single form.

==== Eva ====

I'm primed and you just lit the fuse. You might as well have been wearing a strap-on because you are inside me just as completely. My whole body spasms at your command, my hips lifting instinctively. It doesn't matter if there is anything there to connect with.

Every nerve is an erogenous zone but your tongue is flicking my clit through my tonsils. The orgasm doesn't so much start as explode. I'm vibrating as it overwhelms my senses and my eyes roll back. I might have cried out but you swallow it. The only part of me not shaking is my head gripped between your hands.

When the climax finally subsides, a sudden exhaustion sets in. You're still kissing me but I can barely reciprocate. You pull back and look down at me, smiling.

"Good girl," you praise and another tiny wave washes through me. "I was wondering if I was going to have to retrain you."

That thought is somehow amusing to me although it is probably the post-orgasmic euphoria and I giggle. Then I nod.

=== Victoria ===

"I told you I would kiss you into an orgasm, Eva. Don't doubt me," and I kiss the tip of your nose before rolling off you.

On my knees next to the couch, I run my hands along your body, enjoying how your post-orgasmic sensitivity has you twitching at the light touch. Down your legs to your ankles. Removing each sensible for driving low heel and setting them aside.

"These can stay."

Then sliding back up to unfasten your belt, sliding it out from the loops, and giving you a meaningful look...

"This I can find a use for."

Unfastening your trousers, pushing them carefully down your legs. You arch your hips instinctively to get them over your ass, and I see your absence of panties and the days of downy growth between your legs. "Mmmmmm delicious. And I will see to this later."

Keeping my focus on getting the garment off you, I run my hands luxuriously down your legs. Finally, it is off. I lift it and I'm sure you expected me to smell or taste what you left on it. "Oh good. 100% cotton."

I stand and, holding the trousers at arm's length, I take a few steps to the roaring fireplace. "Never again," and in they go. I remember seeing you unpack these when you moved in. If they had been a Christmas present I might not have done this, but I needed to make a statement.

"Skirts and dresses only when you need to have things on at all," I inform you in full seriousness. "Do you understand?"

==== Eva ====

Seeing the pants I had so recently been wearing, so recently cum in, thrown into the fire pulls me out of my reverie with a start. I should have thought of that. Always be accessible, you ordered.

"Yes, Miss Victoria," I say dejectedly as I sit up. "Always available for you. Sorry, Miss."

I'm not upset at you, just angry at myself for not thinking of that. I still remember one of our first outings together. You took me shopping to get clothes that you approved of. You didn't want to have to pick out what I was going to wear each day, you didn't have that kind of time in the mornings. Instead, you provided me with outfits you enjoyed on me. That was my uniform, the clothes you purchased.

I spent most of that day parading myself for you in short skirts, tight tops, and high-heeled shoes. It made me happy that you liked my figure and seemed to enjoy looking at my ass. Then you took me to a Victoria's Secret and picked out the only attire I was allowed to wear in my room, some silk teddies and a few more risque lace items. For special occasions, you said. No panties and only lingerie-type bras...maybe.

Those special occasions happen about once a week and generally end with me getting relentlessly fucked with one of your strap-ons or you sitting on my face or, if Gene is away, you riding me while I wear the strap-on.

I no longer have many 'regular' underwear items unless I am away like the previous few days. Even fewer items are left that I brought with me. After all, you own me, so everything is really yours anyway.

=== Victoria ===

"Eva, quiet your mind. You wore these things for your family. Not me. And your only sin was being so late getting here that you could not change before seeing me."

I step up and start unbuttoning your blouse. This one I bought for you, for how the fabric clung to your curves while still looking respectable.

"Just admit what you know is true: those pants were a disguise. Something you used to hide the real you."

I watch your eyes and know I've mirrored something you already thought.

"Skipping the panties this morning, that felt more true to you, didn't it?"

"Yes, Miss Victoria."

"And the choker that you wore all week, that was true to you?"

You finger your collar "Yes Miss Victoria."

Your blouse is open now, and I walk around you in a circle to slide it off before returning to face you, laying the blouse on the end table.

"And no one questioned that affectation, did they? Or did they think it suited you?"

"Mom complimented it...."

I smile, reach out, and undo the front clasp of your bra - a requirement of what I purchased you so it would always come free even if you were in position - and then run one finger down the breast I had not handled earlier.

"Wouldn't you rather not have to wear disguises? To have all your clothes be things that," my finger runs back up your breast and neck to rest under your chin, "as my proper slave, are truly you?"