Monica’s bare feet were propped atop the luxury marble coffee table in her living room as she stared blankly at random programming playing on the 85-inch TV directly in front of her. The sofa’s light brown Italian leather was warm to the touch as her arms sank into the back of the soft, full-grained couch.
Her hair was a knotted mess, disheveled and scattered about her shoulders. She wore a gray t-shirt with the faded word “COLUMBIA” stretched across her protruding chest. Raggedy black sweatpants stretched down her elegantly long legs, the pant legs stopping at her ankles.
It was the third consecutive day that Monica had not gone into the office. While her mind was mostly elsewhere, she was at least thankful that Alyssia and Duncan had taken up most of her duties in her absence, rescheduling meetings and taking extra work for themselves for her sake.
She would have to apologize to Alyssia later for ignoring the constant flood of calls and texts from the secretary. Duncan was less bothersome, leaving her a single voicemail each day asking if she was okay. He knew her so well.
“The fuck’s your problem?” a tiny voice called out from the edge of the table.
Monica pulled her eyes away from the screen and looked down to her right. Kristie was standing on the table by the top of the ladder and staring up at her. Monica noted that Kristie’s plain white t-shirt and gray pants were a bit tight on her, giving the giantess a nice view of the tinies curves.
It took Monica a moment to respond to the inquisitive tiny. This was the first time Kristie had initiated a conversation with her since she told Monica about her past three days prior. Monica couldn’t bring herself to speak to Kristie during that time, either. Even now, it was hard for Monica to look at her without guilt overtaking her.
“Problem?” Monica asked, just managing to keep her voice level. “What would bring you to suggest something is wrong?”
Monica looked on curiously as Kristie didn’t immediately answer, showing Monica her right index finger in an ‘I need a minute’ gesture. She walked toward Monica’s foot, stopping just inches from its side. Kristie tilted her head upward with deliberate slowness, her eyes scanning the giant foot from heel to toe and back again, an unsure expression on her face.
“You fucking with me right now?” Kristie asked as her attention briefly shifted from the foot in front of her to Monica herself. “You look like ass, you won’t get the fuck out of the house and go to work, and you look like someone shot your God damned dog. Something’s bothering you. Just fucking say what it is.”
Kristie cautiously reached out with her right hand, giving the fleshy monolith a few testing pokes with four of her fingers. Monica began to wonder if maybe Kristie hadn’t heard her and if she should repeat the question but was too enraptured with whatever it was that the tiny girl was doing.
Then she planted that same hand firmly into the side of Monica’s foot just above the heel, extending her arm straight and leaning on it with her full body weight. Monica could feel tiny fingers just barely digging into the smooth skin of her foot, sending an odd tingly feeling all the way up her leg. Monica was surprised to see contentment in Kristie’s expression as she gave a soft sigh.
“I … I’ve been thinking about you,” Monica found herself admitting, much to her own surprise. “What you went through when you were younger and … and what I did to you.”
Kristie took her hand off of Monica’s foot. The relaxed look on Kristie’s face was wiped away, replaced by one that appeared more … sympathetic? She brushed her bangs out of her eyes as she walked along Monica’s calf until she reached the end of the table facing her humongous hostess.
Kristie sat down along the edge of the table, her crossed legs swaying gently as they dangled over it. She leaned back slightly with her arms stretching behind her to prop herself up. Suddenly, Monica went from not being able to look at Kristie out of shame to not being able to look away from her.
“Do you know why I was always so afraid of you?” Kristie asked.
The question pulled Monica back to reality, blinking for the first time since Kristie started walking away from her foot.
“You were afraid of me?” Monica asked. “You were always so … unsavory around me, so I find that hard to believe.”
Kristie let out a soft sigh and looked to her right, where the lower portion of Monica’s thigh was waiting for her. Monica’s heart skipped a beat as the tiny woman reached out and patted her leg a few times with her right hand.
“It wasn’t because you’re top shit or anything like that,” Kristie said, ignoring Monica’s question. “You weren’t the first suit I’ve had to deal with. All you fucks think you’re better than everyone else, and it pisses me off too much to be scared of it.”
Kristie turned back toward Monica, her gaze carrying a soft intensity that captivated the colossal CEO.
“I could never tell what you were thinking,” Kristie explained. “Most people are super easy to read, to take advantage of. Not you, though. I never knew what was going through your head when you were looking at me, and that … that scared the piss out of me.”
Careful not to move her legs, Monica pushed back off the sofa and leaned forward a little, feeling herself being drawn to Kristie. The executive marveled at the teeny tiny girl, dwarfed by her lower leg, let alone her feet standing in the background, towering over her like a pair of two-story buildings.
How could someone so small feel this powerful? Monica had to be careful not to brush her off the table with her leg accidentally, yet, in that moment, she felt helpless as she hung on Kristie’s every word. What was happening to her?
“That changed the first night you brought me here,” Kristie continued. “You remember how you flipped the fuck out when we were talking about Duncan? I’ve been able to read you ever since.”
Kristie broke eye contact with Monica, looking down at her lap. Monica, no longer held by Kristie’s tiny gaze, fell back into the sofa as though she had been physically dropped on it.
“That’s how I knew you weren’t going to … put me inside you,” Kristie said. “I could see it on your face when you told Duncan and Goldicunt what you were going to do to me. You were going to back out.”
Kristie’s legs stopped swaying over the ledge of the table. She sat up straight and looked up at Monica, although Monica noticed that she wasn’t looking directly at her this time, instead staring off beyond her right shoulder.
“That’s why I said what I did to Duncan,” Kristie said.
Monica’s eyes went wide as realization hit her.
“You were using Duncan to provoke me,” she said. “You didn’t really mean those nasty words you said to him.”
While Monica had figured out that Kristie verbally attacked Duncan in order to upset Monica herself, she couldn’t even begin to understand why the tiny woman would have wanted to do this. Monica couldn’t even come up with a theory or even a guess that remotely made any sense.
“I wasn’t exactly lying either,” Kristie admitted. “It was more like, I needed it to be true. I needed Duncan to be acting like a little bitch about it.”
Kristie turned her head slightly, just enough for her eyes to meet Monica’s.
“Because if he wasn’t, i-if what I did fucked him up that much, then that means that I …”
As Kristie trailed off, she looked down at her lap. It was hard to tell from the distance separating the two of them, but Monica thought she saw her puny guest’s eyes starting to water.
“But why intentionally anger me?” Monica asked. “If you thought I wasn’t going to go act on my earlier … punishment, why would you risk me following through with it anyway?”
Kristie didn’t look up from her lap, keeping her head down as she answered.
“I had to know,” she murmured, just barely audible to Monica. “I had to see for myself what it was like. I figured if I pissed you off enough, you’d stuff me in there, l-like I did him.”
Finally looking up again, Kristie, even through her sadness, managed a light chuckle.
“I didn’t think you’d do it right then and there, though,” she said. “That was a fuck of a surprise.”
Monica didn’t laugh. She was too busy replaying the incident that she had been trying so desperately to put out of her head for the past few days. No, even before finding out about Kristie’s childhood trauma. As good as it felt in the moment, Monica had been consumed with regret ever since she made Kristie her personal sex toy.
It was time to finally stop fighting it.
“I’m sorry,” Monica whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Kristie sat there for a few seconds, staring up at Monica crying in stunned silence. Then she rose to her feet.
“Are you fucking stupid?!” she asked. “I just said that I tricked you into doing it. You didn’t force me. I fucking wanted you to do it. Why the fuck are you crying?”
Monica was unfazed by the harshness of Kristie’s questions. She now understood why the tiny girl lashed out like that. She knew that this was Kristie, in her own way, showing concern for her.
“It doesn’t matter,” Monica answered. “I didn’t know your intentions. I still blackmailed you. I still, as far as I knew, forced you inside me. I still raped you. No technicality can change that.”
As soon as she stopped speaking, an unexpected tightness overtook her throat as an unexpected tear leaked from her right eye and the crying began anew. Such emotional displays were foreign to her, especially since her little guest had moved in and the need to maintain her stoic front became necessary even in her own home. But now she was really struggling to regain control of herself.
Monica took a deep breath, both to calm herself down and in preparation to ask a question she already knew she didn’t want to know the answer to.
“How was it? In there, I mean,” she asked.
Kristie leaned her back into Monica’s calf as she squeezed herself tightly, looking straight ahead into the vast emptiness of the open-concept kitchen nearby.
“It was hell,” Kristie said flatly. “I still have nightmares about it.”
Monica cringed at the thought of haunting Kristie’s dreams.
“It’s never you doing it to me, though,” Kristie said. “I-it’s me. I’m always stuffing myself up my own cunt. I’m always laughing at my own screams. I’m always calling myself a pussy for crying about it, just like I did to Duncan.”
The small warmth on the side of Monica’s calf was something she found oddly soothing, even with all the emotional turmoil inside her. It was so tranquil and relaxing to feel Kristie’s presence through her pants. Monica started to wonder how it might feel for Kristie to lay against her bare skin instead.
“I know you already told me once, but I need to hear it again,” Monica said, pushing that thought out of her mind. “How could you do what you did to Duncan? I don’t understand, especially after hearing that you yourself were abused when you were younger. Did you really care so little for him?”
Much to Monica’s chagrin, Kristie pushed herself off of her calf.
“That’s the thing. I really did care about him,” Kristie explained with a derisive chuckle. “It wasn’t love, because that shit isn’t real, but he was the one person I could really trust, and I fucked it up.”
She turned to face Monica and started walking toward her once again.
“What I told you before wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t really the truth, either,” Kristie said. “It was just what I told myself to pretend that what I did wasn’t as fucked up as it actually was.”
Once she reached the edge of the table, she took Monica by surprise as she started climbing up the side of her pant leg.
“What are you doing?” Monica asked, her voice laced purely with curiosity.
Monica could see the blush on Kristie’s cheeks as she continued to climb.
“D-don’t worry about it,” Kristie answered with slight uncertainty. “Besides, you wanted to touch me so bad the other day, so shut the fuck up and don’t complain when I touch you.”
Kristie pulled herself onto Monica’s shin and started to walk toward her.
“When I first opened my door back up and found Duncan all tiny like that, I panicked,” Kristie recalled as she pulled herself up on Monica’s shin. “My first thought was how pretty much anything could kill him now, so I threw him in a cage to keep him safe. Yeah, I know how stupid and terrible that sounds now, but I didn’t know what to do, so fuck off!”
Monica froze, afraid to move a muscle, as she felt Kristie’s tiny footsteps through the fabric of her sweatpants, terrified that the smallest twitch on her part would send her minuscule guest plummeting to her death on the Brazilian Rosewood floor below.
“When I saw him in that cage, it did stuff to me,” Kristie continued as she made her way over Monica’s kneecap. “I never knew I was into that sort of thing, but it was just so hot seeing him in there, needing me to get out. I ended up putting bedding in there with him, like I was just going to keep him there the whole time.”
As Kristie worked her way up Monica’s thigh, the businesswoman could feel her concern giving way to another feeling she couldn’t quite place. Or maybe it was just that Monica didn’t want to place it.
Please don’t walk over my lap, Monica thought, embarrassed by the wetness building between her thighs.
“I told myself I’d let him out once he got pissed enough to lose his shit and yell at me, but he never did,” Kristie said. “He asked nicely a couple times, but I figured he wasn’t too serious if he was still being polite about it, so I kept him in there.”
Much to Monica’s relief, Kristie didn’t approach her wet crotch. Instead, the little woman went to the far right side of her lap and started climbing up the side of her shirt.
“It was the fourth day of him being shrunk; that’s when it happened,” Kristie said as she hoisted herself up Monica’s hourglass hip. “I had a shit day at work, and Duncan looked real miserable. I decided that what we both needed was a good fuck. He said no at first and even pissed me off a little, but I just knew that I could get him into it, that it would make him feel better.”
Monica could hear Kristie grunting from time to time as she made her way up the gigantic girl’s side. Monica knew that she should have felt annoyed that Kristie was climbing her without permission, but she didn’t. At all.
This is all just so … cute! Monica mused with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Is that intentional on her part? Maybe an odd way to show affection?
She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, as the seriousness of Kristie’s story took precedence.
“I didn’t notice it at the time, but I carried him like an asshole. You’re so much more considerate about shit like that than I was,” Kristie admitted, the top of her head now level with the underside of Monica’s right breast. “Fuck, it felt so good taking his clothes off, having that much control for once.”
When Kristie started scurrying up the side of Monica’s breast, the tiny climber grabbed a handful of tit-flesh through the thin fabric of Monica’s shirt, causing the giantess to shiver just a little bit. That was enough to halt Kristie’s progress, however, as she squeezed even harder to keep from falling all the way down to the sofa far below.
“Shit! The fuck was that?!” Kristie yelled. “You trying to kill me?!”
She took a minute to regain her composure as Monica’s breast wobbled for longer than the rest of her body.
“A-apologies,” Monica said. “That just felt so goo … Uh, I mean, it was just so unexpected is all. You took me by surprise.”
Thankfully, Kristie either didn’t hear or didn’t care about Monica’s near admission, instead merely grumbling in annoyance as she hoisted herself atop Monica’s tit.
“Like I was saying,” Kristie said as she hoisted herself atop Monica’s tit, “something happened to me when I went to take his clothes off. He … he finally stood up to me in the middle of undressing him. I knew he was serious and that I needed to stop. But, I-I just didn’t want to, and it pissed me off that he was trying to make me stop.”
Kristie scrambled up Monica’s collarbone and took a seat on the unkempt giantess’s shoulder.
“All my life, someone was always there to tell me no whenever I really wanted something,” Kristie explained. “Friends, a real family, a place I could call home; there was always somebody there to take it away from me. In that moment, I wanted Duncan in a way I can’t even explain, and I wasn’t about to let that be taken away from me. Not again.”
Monica could feel the determination in Kristie’s words as she was seemingly reliving that moment, or that feeling at least. It reminded Monica of how sure of herself she was when she punished Kristie—how there was no doubt that the right thing to do was to make Kristie feel what Duncan felt.
Monica also remembered how fleeting that feeling was once the deed had been done and the emptiness that remained in its place afterward. So she already knew how Kristie’s story was going to end.
“I said evil shit to him the whole time,” Kristie said, sounding a little choked up. “Teasing him about his dick and fuck else. I don’t even know why I said that shit. It just started coming out of my mouth, and I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t fucking stop!”
Kristie started to full-on sob into her hands. Monica carefully reached back with her right hand, making sure to move her shoulder as slowly as possible, and pulled some of her hair around to shield Kristie from the outside world. Monica knew there was no one else around to see Kristie in her vulnerable state, but it just felt right to her.
“A-after I … after he was done, I … I-I took my turn,” Kristie said, barely getting the words out. “I told m-myself … that he got his, so it was … fuck! It was only fair that I got mine. J-just shoved him right in! H-he tried to scream but I … I just pretended not to hear it. Jesus fuck, what’s wrong with me?!”
From there, Kristie completely broke down, reduced to a bumbling mess unable to speak coherently.
“It’s alright,” Monica said, holding back her own emotions for Kristie’s sake. “Just let it all out. Don’t leave anything inside.”
Despite her words, she was confused. She knew she should hate Kristie for what she did, and part of her was still angry about it. But she also related to what Kristie was saying, perhaps in a way no one else in the world could. The situation may have been different, as was the motivation, but she too had felt exactly those feelings that Kristie was trying to describe.
Likewise, Monica understood just how heavy a burden the guilt that comes afterward could be. So she sat there for several minutes while Kristie just sobbed, wishing she could do something to help her, despite everything.
Eventually, the crying died down, and a somber Kristie broke the silence.
“I felt like shit as soon as I finished getting off,” she continued as though she had never stopped. “I put him in his cage, locked it, and went on a walk. Those screams I ignored before kept bouncing around in my head, only they were so much louder and easier to understand. I just wanted them to go away, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Kristie’s tired, drained voice did nothing to hide the pain of her words from Monica, who herself struggled throughout that first night to shut out the echoes of Kristie’s incoherent ramblings after being removed from her sex.
“My walk turned into a run, and it felt like everyone was staring at me, even though there was no one else even around,” Kristie said. “By the time I got back home, I was a nervous fucking wreck. I laid on the floor and curled up into a ball, covering my ears, like that shit would help. The screams just got four fucktons louder.”
It should feel good to hear that she suffered so much after what she did to Duncan, Monica thought. Why doesn’t it feel good? Why does it hurt to hear this? She deserved it. So why do I feel so sorry for her?
“I just kept on repeating, ‘He’s my boyfriend, so it’s fine,” over and over like it was my God damned mantra or something,” Kristie remembered. “Even back then I knew that was no excuse, but I made myself believe that bullshit. I had to. I basically kept lying to myself until the screaming stopped.”
Monica resisted the urge to nod, concerned that she might accidentally knock Kristie off her shoulder. But Monica was familiar with the excuses as well, having made plenty herself over the past month or so.
But no more, Monica told herself. There will be no more running from what I did.
“I slept on the couch that night; even pretending everything was fine, I couldn’t bring myself to face him so soon after,” Kristie explained. “It wasn’t until I went to check on him in the morning that I realized just how bad I fucked up. I knew he was slick, but the little fucker picked the padlock I put on the cage and got himself out.”
A slight tug on her hair and the feeling of itty bitty toes on her shoulder told Monica that Kristie had pulled herself up to her feet.
“I searched the whole house, begging him to come out and promising him that shit would get better,” Kristie remembered. “I even went outside and looked for him. I hadn’t felt that alone in a long time.”
Monica could feel Kristie walking toward her head.
“Then, after blue-streak bitch showed up asking questions, I started telling myself the whole thing was Duncan’s fault and fuck him for leaving!” Kristie said. “So I packed my shit and left, trying to forget about him. But I always knew, deep down. What I did to him. Whose fault it really was that he left. I just didn’t want to face it.”
Kristie stepped past Monica’s ear, toward the giant woman’s face, as she emerged from a curtain of dark hair. Monica was caught off guard when she felt Kristie’s teeny tiny arms wrap around a small portion of her right cheek.
“Thank you,” Kristie said. “Doing what you did, it actually helped me deal with this shit. Now I can’t hide from what I did or why I did it. You look at it like this terrible thing you did, but I fucking needed it, in a way I never would have figured out on my own. So stop feeling so fucking bad about it, okay?”
Not knowing what to feel or how to react, Monica brought her left hand to Kristie’s back, holding the puny woman against her cheek.
“I’ll try,” Monica answered. “I really will .I-I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but you trying to make me feel better helps more than I can properly express. Thank you.”
She could feel Kristie nodding in acknowledgment as the tiny girl’s head stayed against her cheek.
“Also, if you ever tell anyone that I cried in front of you or that I hugged you, I’ll crawl down your throat in your sleep and rip out your voice box,” Kristie said casually.
Monica pressed Kristie deeper into her cheek, keeping her in place as she started laughing hard. Kristie joined in as well, the two women giggling almost hysterically as all of the emotions of the past several moments finally overwhelmed them both.
********
As the sound of the front door closing echoed throughout the apartment, Duncan couldn’t help but smile as Callie was bouncing eagerly from her seated position on the side of her bed.
“Callie? Duncan?” Ada shouted from the living room. “You guys here?”
Duncan appreciated Ada including him as she called out to them. She knew there was no way she could hear his answer unless he was pretty much where she could see him, but she still always did stuff like that to make him feel like he was as normal as anyone else. It was a really nice gesture on her part.
“In my room!” Callie practically squealed. “Come on back!”
Standing on the nightstand next to where she was sitting, Duncan was a tad nervous. He had never done anything like this before. Well, that wasn’t true, but it would be different this time. Still, he took comfort in how giddy Callie seemed to be about the whole thing. She could barely stay in her seat!
A matter of seconds later, Ada stepped into the room. She was wearing a basic ensemble of jeans and a slate blue t-shirt with the words “BOOM SPOCKA LAKA” emblazoned on it just beneath the drawing of a man with a bowl cut, pointy ears, and an intensely neutral look upon his face.
“Hey guys!” she said with a wave as she started to make her way to the side of the bed opposite the doorway, where Callie and Duncan were.
Callie scooted over to make more room for Ada, accidentally bumping the nightstand with her knee, the resulting quake knocking Duncan on his ass. He looked up to see Callie’s eyes still glued on Ada, not even noticing the collision. He shook his head as he chuckled softly. She was too cute to be annoyed with at the moment.
“C’mere,” Callie said as she patted the wide space cleared on the side of the bed specifically for Ada. “Sit, sit, sit!”
Ada, however, walked past the space and to the nightstand. Duncan noticed her eyes were zeroed in on him as she stood before him. He gave her a wordless thumbs up to let her know that he was fine, and she nodded without saying a word.
She offered him her right palm as she set it on the table beside him, and he stepped onto it without questioning her. He knew she liked to hold him, and he didn’t mind. With him in position, she lifted the hand up and took her seat beside Callie on the bed. With her free hand, she gripped the center of the left temple of her glasses with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing it awkwardly between the two digits.
“Um, Man, now that I’m here, it feels a little different, huh?” Ada asked with a nervous chuckle. “I know Dr. Catamanut is looking forward to this data, but it’s really more of a curiosity for him rather than something that is going to help you get back to normal size.”
Duncan looked up at her as he stood in the palm of her hand.
“Yeah, you made that pretty clear before, but it’s no problem, really,” he said, being mostly truthful. “Why say that again now? Are you not okay with this?”
Ada fidgeted slightly, just enough for Duncan to stumble in her hand. Her index, middle, and ring fingers moved with the speed of striking cobras to catch him but landed on his back with surprising grace and softness. The fingers retreated as his balance stabilized, flattening out to give him a level surface to stand on.
“Sorry!” she apologized. “I guess I do have a bit of nerves about this. I know I’ll only be watch … er, observing only, but I’ve never been in the same room when … you know.”
Duncan found himself covered in shade. He looked up to see Callie’s right hand land on Ada’s right shoulder.
“You’re makin’ a big thing outta this,” Callie chimed in. “You watch porn. This is pretty much the same thing. Except you know the stars. And it’s, like, for science and everything!”
Duncan chuckled at the hypocrisy of his girlfriend’s words.
“She’s making a big deal out of this?” he asked. “You’ve been talking about this nonstop for days!”
Callie tilted her head downward to glare at Duncan, scrunching her nose cutely as she stuck her tongue out at him. Droplets of her saliva, likely imperceptible to her, splashed against his chest and face.
“I get what you’re saying, Callie, but it’s different seeing it in person,” Ada cut in, ignoring the exchange between the couple. “At least I think it’ll be different. I, uh, I’ve never even been alone with a boy … intimately. Kissing is as far as I’ve gone.”
Callie reached out for Ada again, this time below Duncan instead of above him. The blonde bombshell took hold of Ada’s free hand as she looked the black-haired beauty square in the eye.
“Like, we know you’re not experienced,” Callie said. “You’ve actually told both Dunky and I that at different times. We talked about it last night, and both of us are, like, really grateful that you trust us enough to share that with us. But honestly, we were both a little surprised that it never happened for you.”
Ada’s face took on a confused expression.
“Surprised?” she asked. “Why does it surprise you that no one’s ever wanted to sex me up?”
Despite the sad, slightly tense vibe of the conversation, Duncan had a hard time suppressing a laugh. He didn’t want her to think that he was making fun of the way she talked. In fact, he found it kind of cute.
Sex her up? he mused, chuckling internally. Never change, Ada.
“Because you’re hot in the most adorable way possible,” Callie said in a serious voice. “Like, you’re rockin’ that Battlestar Galactica shirt!”
Duncan took a seat on the breast of Ada’s palm as she sighed deeply. He knew they would probably be there for a while.
“This is Spock. From Star Trek? ‘Live long and prosper?’ Come on, Callie!” she said in frustration. “I’m still trying to decide whether it’s better or worse that you didn’t guess Star Wars. Probably better. God, just being caught wearing this shirt would be enough to get me banned from the Sith Lords subreddit. Those guys are ruthless!”
Callie put her other hand on Ada’s other shoulder, signaling her to stop before she spiraled any deeper down her nerd wormhole.
“I know who Spock is, Ada,” Callie said with a smile. “Honestly? I’ve been gettin’ shit like that wrong for weeks just to see you go off like that. You have no idea how fuckin’ cute it is!”
Duncan cleared his throat as loudly as possible and both girls turned their full attention to him. This conversation was getting way off track, so he took it upon himself to steer things back in the proper direction.
He stood up, something Ada took as a sign to lift him up to her face so that he could better contribute to the conversation. Like usual, she was slow and gentle in elevating him in her palm, so much so that he kept his balance during the entirety of the ride.
“Hey Callie,” Duncan addressed his girlfriend, “do you think I could talk to Ada alone for a minute?”
With a quiet nod, Callie stood up from the bed.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” she said. “No problem.”
She walked out of the room, curiously peeking over her left shoulder at the doorway. Duncan gave her a wink that made her lips curl up into a soft smile as she closed the door.
“What’s up?” Ada asked, keeping Duncan level with her eyes.
He walked to the butt of her palm, stopping just short of stepping onto her wrist.
“Are you okay with this?” Duncan asked her. “I know when we had our … talk after that meeting when Kristie showed up, you looked a little down.”
Ada shot Duncan a confident smile.
“I’m good,” she said. “No seriously, I swear I’m good. I thought that maybe I had feelings for you before, but I think it was more, um, more my social awkwardness and … uh, your size maybe? It does have a certain … appeal to it that I can’t explain. But really, seeing Callie and you together, happy and perfect, I couldn’t be happier that you guys are together now.”
Ada pulled her hand slightly further away from her face, making sure Duncan could see the sincerity of her expression.
“You’re quite literally the coolest, most down-to-earth person I’ve ever met,” she continued. “I had so much fun when you taught me how to cook, and it means so much to me that you humor me when I want to pick you up. Whenever I need to talk, you’re there. You’re my best friend.”
Duncan felt his eyes water slightly at being called Ada’s best friend.
“I … I never really had that in my life before, and for a little while I thought I was in love with you,” she continued. “But when you told me you didn’t feel the same, hanging out with you didn’t feel any different. I realized that’s what I loved: the time we spent together as friends.”
Ada took a deep breath and had a much more relaxed look on her face, as though she had just gotten a major burden off her chest.
“So if you’re concerned that I’m going to feel jealous or depressed or something watching you guys do your thing, don’t be,” she explained. “You telling me you didn’t feel that way about me really helped me get myself together, and I can certainly be professional during this test.”
Duncan breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure if agreeing to this had been the right decision largely because of how Ada might have felt about him. Hearing that she had moved past those feelings made him feel a lot better about the situation. Now, all he had to do was try to make sure he created the best experience possible for Callie.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that,” he said. “But maybe you don’t have to be quite so professional about this.”
Ada gave Duncan a quizzical look.
“Okay, here’s the thing,” he said. “You saw how excited Callie was just now, right? Well, she’s, uh, into being watched while we … well, while we fuck.”
As awkward as this conversation was, Duncan couldn’t help but chuckle at just how wide Ada’s eyes became in that moment.
“Callie’s an exhibitionist?!” she asked. “She’s so sweet and innocent, though. I’d never guess that she’d be into something like that.”
Duncan’s jaw dropped.
“There’s a word for this?” he asked.
Ada eagerly explained everything she knew about the subject of exhibitionism, with Duncan carefully listening to every word. Given how much Callie had embraced his foot fetish, he wanted to do everything he could to do the same for his girlfriend’s own kink.
After several minutes of Ada educating him on the subject, the question of how Callie discovered this new part of herself came up.
“It started on our first date,” he explained, already feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment over what he was about to admit. “On the ride back to the apartment, I … I rode back in her panties, you now, warming her up. I guess Alyssia must have been giving her looks in the rear view mirror, and it awakened something in her.”
The only comfort Duncan had in that moment was that Ada’s cheeks were as red as he assumed his were.
“Wow!” she said with a smirk. “Our lobster bisque must have turned out amazing for your date to have ended like that!”
Ada giggled a little too hard at her own joke, causing the flesh beneath Duncan’s feet to become unsteady. He crouched down to keep his balance until the shaking subsided. Of course, he knew well enough by now that she was just using humor to mask her embarrassment, but he’d let her get away with it.
“Ha, fucking, ha,” he said. “Anyway, Callie realized that she likes it when people watch her. I don’t know if it’s just with me because of my size or if it’s just her kink in general, but she’s into this. That’s why we agreed to help Catamaunt with this. It wasn’t for him; Callie was so into the idea of you watching us that we couldn’t say no.”
No sooner had Duncan stood up from his crouched position than he was knocked on his butt from a nervous tremble shooting through Ada’s hand.
“W-What?” she asked. “You mean Callie is going to get … excited because I’m going to watch you guys have sex?”
Not bothering to get back up just yet, a seated Duncan gave Ada’s palm a few gentle pats.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” he said. “Honestly, if I was any smaller, I might have drowned on the ride back to the apartment that night.”
Despite Ada’s clear nervousness, Duncan could see something else behind those green eyes of hers, although he couldn’t place what it was.
“So what I’m trying to say is that I think if you were to act a little … less than professional, it would make the experience even better for her,” he said. “She didn’t say that outright, but she did mention a few times that you told her you watch Pornhub quite a bit? She said if you were into that, you might be into watching us fuck too.”
Duncan waited for Ada to say something, but she just stared back at him silently.
“I’m not asking you to fake anything,” he broke the silence. “All I’m saying is that if you feel a certain way while ‘observing’ us, don’t be afraid to, um, act on those feelings if you feel the need to … touch parts of yourself, if you know what I mean. We’re not going to judge you, and I’m telling you that Callie would love it. There’s just something about knowing someone else is as into it as we are that drives her wild.”
Slowly, Ada’s blank expression morphed into a smile.
“I understand,” she said. “Should I call Callie back in now?”
To say Duncan was surprised was an understatement. He expected Ada to ask questions, express doubts, and maybe even back out of the whole thing. But she seemed to just accept everything he had just told her. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her head as he gave her the okay to call for Callie.
Ada waited patiently for Duncan to cover his ears and closed her fingers around him before raising her voice.
“We’re good now, Callie!” she shouted. “Come on back!”
Duncan felt the gentle weight of Ada’s fingers lift off him as they uncurled and flattened level with her palm. That same smile was on her face as she looked down at him with a warmth that put him completely at ease.
“Awesome!” Callie said as she reentered the room, a string of about a foot in length in her right hand. “I had an idea while you guys were talkin’. You guys get everything worked out?”
Ada and Duncan both nodded, earning an eager grin from a now-seated Callie, who was moving her hand close to Ada’s. Duncan glanced Ada’s way and gave her a playful wave as he got a running start and leaped the small gap between the two palms, causing Callie to gasp and rush her left hand under the gap in case he didn’t make it.
“I hate it when you do shit like that,” an exasperated Callie chided him as soon as his feet touched down on the center of her palm. “You coulda waited until I finished moving to just walk over.”
Duncan dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand.
“It was only, what, three inches?” he said. “Do you really think I can’t even jump my own body length?”
Callie rolled her eyes and didn’t bother answering him. Instead, she confirmed with Ada that the girl with glasses still wanted to move forward with the test and squealed when the answer was yes. During Callie’s celebration, Ada stood up and reached into her right jean pocket and pulled out a water bottle scaled to Duncan’s size.
“The nanomachines are mixed in with this water,” Ada explained as she handed it to Duncan. “Just drink it down and they’ll send various data from inside your body to my phone to report to Dr. Catamaunt. Just make sure not to spill any; he told me how difficult and expensive it was to make them scaled to how regular nanomachines are to normal-sized people. I’d really rather not have to sit through that lecture again!”
Duncan took the bottle, opened it, and chugged the contents, making sure that not a drop of it missed his mouth. It didn’t taste any different than regular water, something for which he was grateful. He gave the bottle back to Ada and glanced up at Callie, who was biting her lip as she hungrily stared down at him.
“Okay, I think that takes care of all the prep,” he said before smirking up at Callie. “We should probably hurry up and start. I think Callie’s about to start on her own.”
Duncan was surprised as Callie, rather than flash him the look of annoyance that he was expecting, just stared back at him with a bright smile as she set him down on the bed beside her.
“Damn right!” she said with a wink that melted his heart. “Ada, I’ve got a folding chair from the kitchen for you against the wall over there. Duncan, I’m kinda pissed that your clothes are still on. What’s the holdup?”
Duncan could have brought up that Callie was not only still fully clothed herself but wasn’t even starting to undress. But he didn’t, instead choosing to yield to his girlfriend’s silliness. With her watching his every move, he took his time taking off his shirt.
As he pulled down his pants, the loud clang of the chair being unfolded and set back on the ground filled his ears. He glanced over his right shoulder to find Ada already sitting in the seat, having set it down a few feet away from the side of the bed. He felt slightly nervous about getting naked in front of someone other than Callie, but tried to put it out of his mind.
“You coulda pulled your boxers down with your pants,” Callie said with a pout. “You do that shit all the time! Quit teasing me!”
Duncan mischievously grinned up at her. All his concerns faded away as his eyes met hers. He remembered why he had agreed to do this in the first place.
This was the woman who encouraged and indulged him when he told her about his foot fetish, something he was only just starting to fully accept about himself at the time. She could have easily laughed the whole thing off or been grossed out by it, but instead, her love and support made him feel comfortable with himself.
So if Callie wanted him to take his boxers off with another girl watching too, then Duncan would do so eagerly.
“You’re no fun,” he said as he quickly slipped off his boxers. “Also, it’s your turn.”
Callie gave a silent nod. Her arms crossed at her chest as she reached down for the bottom of her dark red t-shirt. Like a curtain on Broadway, the shirt rose gradually, revealing more and more of her slim yet defined torso as she pulled it higher up her body.
Rather than simply maneuver the shirt over her breasts, she let the hem catch under them. As she continued to lift the shirt, it started lifting them up by the underside with it until they refused to be carried any further. Then her tits slipped out from the bottom, enticing Duncan for several seconds with every bounce and clash against one another before returning to their usual business of defying gravity.
Finally pulling the shirt over her head, Callie whipped her shoulder blade-length blonde hair from side to side before leaning downward. She didn’t stop until her lips were mere inches from Duncan, a sultry look on her face.
“Still think I’m no fun?” she whispered, her cherry-scented breath blowing his hair back as he stood there speechless. “How about you, Ada?”
Callie looked up and instantly started giggling. Duncan followed her line of sight, where he found Ada looking just as stunned as was.
“I-I’m not into girls,” Ada said. “I can’t stress that enough. But that … that might be the single sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
Straightening out her upper body, Callie stopped laughing and grinned smugly at their guest.
“Give us a few minutes,” she said.
Callie allowed her upper body to fall backward, a rough quake almost knocking Duncan off his feet as her back slammed into the mattress. Standing next to her left thigh, he was tripped up by the shifting comforter, falling flat on his face as she straightened her legs and raised them high above him.
By the time he pushed himself off the bedding and standing back up, she already had her left foot out of her jean shorts and panties, letting it fall below the bed’s horizon and to the ground far below with a powerful thud that he could still feel. She kicked the clothing hanging from her right ankle over Ada’s head, the shorts and undergarment crashing against the wall behind the black-haired girl.
Sitting back up, Callie paid neither Duncan nor Ada any attention as she reached out for the string she had brought in earlier, which was sitting on the bed on her right. She picked it up in her right hand, snatching Duncan up in her left, laying him down on her nude left thigh. He tried to sit up, but her right forefinger dove in and pushed into his chest, pinning him on his back.
“Nope!” she teased. “I need ya down for a sec.”
Callie removed her finger, taking the string in her left hand as her right approached Duncan.
She carefully slipped her index and middle fingers under him vertically, the smooth tips of the endless, slender digits soothingly working their way up his calves, thighs, and butt cheeks before ticking his spine as they journeyed over his back, finally coming to rest behind his head, his feet still unable to touch her palm.
Duncan was in such a blissful state from the erotic attention that he almost didn’t register being lifted in front of her bare chest.
Almost.
He was mesmerized as nipples that could barely fit in his hand already stood erect, seemingly guiding those full teardrop breasts right to him. This grand sight was just as breathtaking for him as the first time he saw them liberated from the confines of clothing. He was so engrossed in the vision before him that this time he did miss what was happening around him.
The string had made multiple rounds by the time Duncan took notice. It was wrapped around his shins and thighs several times over, effectively tying his lower half to Callie’s two fingers. She skipped over his groin area and started wrapping the string around his torso, making sure to restrain his arms as it bound his chest.
She finished the swaddling by running the end of the string through the plethora of loops created by the bondage from the back of her fingers, completing the knot with a gentle tug. Any give in the rope was now gone, and Duncan’s head and neck were the only parts of his body that he could move voluntarily, as he discovered through several seconds of futile struggling.
“There we go!” Callie said enthusiastically as she held him up to her face, her fingers standing vertically. “Perfect!”
Giving up his useless efforts to break free, Duncan stared into Callie’s hazel eyes, completely captivated by the happiness emanating from those brilliant irises. A small part of his brain was telling him that he should be scared of this development. A slightly larger part insisted that he should be annoyed at not being consulted before being tied up.
But the part that was winning the argument inside his head was the one directing all the blood flow to his penis. As unexpected as this was, he couldn’t deny that he was very much into it.
Besides, he could never go against something that made the love of his life so happy.
“Okay, so here’s what’s gonna go down,” Callie explained. “We’re gonna do a little role play.”
********
Ada was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked since she sat down.
She had just finished unfolding the chair Callie mentioned and taking a seat beside the bed when Duncan was pulling his pants down, exposing most of his muscular body to not only Callie but to her as well. Callie’s whining preceded his boxers coming off as well, leaving Ada to take in his fully nude backside as he watched Callie take her turn getting undressed.
Ada wasn’t lying when she said that Callie’s striptease was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. From the tantalizing way Callie’s breasts bounced as she took off her shirt to Ada catching just a brief whiff of Callie’s arousal as her shorts and panties were sent soaring just over Ada’s head, The girl in glasses was in awe at the show her two friends were putting on right in front of her.
Then Callie broke out the string.
Seeing Callie grab Duncan so casually, only to tie him to two of her fingers filled Ada with a mixture of concern and excitement. When she told that she didn’t have romantic feelings for him, she meant it. The same was true for when she told Callie that she wasn’t attracted to girls. But the scene that was taking place in front of her was making her wetter than indium at 156.6 degrees Celsius.
“Seriously? Role-playing?” Duncan told Callie as he was held in front of her face. “You know how much I suck at that.”
Ada couldn’t turn away as Callie moved her hand and, by extension, Duncan a little further away from her pouty countenance. The blonde’s free hand rose from her lap, forefinger extended, and pointed at his crotch.
“Please?” Callie asked cutely.
Her index finger playfully made tiny circles as it softly pressed against the tip of Duncan’s stiff cock, swirling it around with an agonizing slowness that was taking Ada’s breath away just watching.
“F-fine!” he relented.
Callie withdrew her finger, flashing Duncan the brightest, most innocent smile Ada had ever seen.
“Yay!” Callie cheered.
Duncan cleared his throat as loudly as a three-inch-tall person can, drawing both Callie and Ada’s attention.
“But nothing complicated this time,” he said, staring into Callie’s eyes. “Maybe you’re just some incredibly gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful psycho who’s keeping me tied up, and I’ll just try to break free?”
Callie blushed at Duncan’s compliment. However, the red on her cheeks quickly faded, as did the smile on her face as her expression turned dark, almost sinister. Ada felt a chill travel down her spine.
“You think pretty words are gonna save you, ya little shit?” Callie sneered. “You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with you. Got anything to say about that?”
The sudden shift in mood and tone shocked Ada. This wasn’t the sweet, kind girl she had become so close with over the past month. While she kept telling herself that Callie was just playing a role, the blonde bombshell kind of terrified her with a mere three sentences.
Ada couldn’t even imagine how scared Duncan must be to see such a drastic transformation in his girlfriend.
“Oh no. Please, have mercy,” he said in a halfhearted, almost mechanical voice. “I have prettier words, I promise.”
It was hard for Ada to suppress the giggle rising up within her at the sight of Callie’s expression shifting from something sinister to a frustrated pout, but somehow she pulled it off. Callie looked at Duncan like he had just told her no after already withholding sex for a week, which, after the many texts, calls, and conversations between Callie and her in recent weeks, Ada knew was a long time for the couple to go without.
Callie opened her mouth as though she was about to speak, but stopped, closing her lips and smirking at the little man bound against her fingers. With a slow rotation of her wrist, she turned Duncan to face Ada, stretching her long arm out so that he was right in front of Ada’s curious eyes and embarrassed cheeks.
“Help me! Help me, please!” Callie said out of the side of her mouth in a high-pitched voice, manipulating the top joints of the two fingers with each syllable to make Duncan’s head move along with the words. “This evil woman is going to do dreadful things to my tiny, fragile body if you don’t save me, Miss Ada.”
Ada did her best to keep her eyes from wandering down to Duncan’s exposed penis. Looking at it from a distance was awkward enough, but staring when he was looking right at her was a bit too personal for her, even if the naughtiness of even considering it made her heart beat a little faster.
But no, she focused on his face, which was twisted into an annoyed scowl as he did his best to look over his left shoulder, only to be met with the pad of Callie’s forefinger.
“Okay, first, if that’s how my voice actually sounds to you guys and no one bothered to tell me, fuck all of you,” Duncan said. “Second, if we’re doing this, then let me do it. That was terrible!”
Ada looked past Duncan just in time to see Callie rolling her eyes, leaving Duncan in the exact same position.
“Well, if you’re gonna do it, then do it!” Callie said. “If you’re gonna half-ass it, then I’ll just take over your part, too.”
Duncan turned away from Callie’s finger and met Ada’s gaze once again. Rather than annoyance, however, this time it was desperation that was written all over his face.
“Are you really just going to sit there and watch?” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Don’t you see what she’s doing to me? Y-you know this is fucked up, so why aren’t you helping me?! I thought we were friends! Jesus, get me out of here! Please! Help. Me.”
Instinctively, Ada’s right hand started to gradually rise from her lap, extending toward Duncan. As it reached the midpoint in its ascent, he gave her a small smile as he looked from her hand to her eyes, calmly shaking his head. Getting the message, she retracted her hand, glancing over at Callie just in time to see her recover from her own surprise as she got back into character.
“Tell him no,” Callie ordered Ada in a quiet, sultry tone.
Ada tried to comply, but her voice caught in her throat. She was too into the moment to be a participant. As she struggled to speak, she made the mistake of letting her eyes drift downward, getting a good look at Duncan’s erection. Her right hand started to come for him once again, this time with a different purpose in mind.
It’s not because it’s Duncan’s, Ada realized internally. It’s because it’s throbbing! It’s basically begging me to touch it!
Her forefinger extended as the hand rose level with Duncan’s crotch area. She inched her fingertip closer to the head of his rock-hard cock, stopping just short of touching it. She could feel the warmth emanating from his loins. She couldn’t do it.
No matter how much she wanted to feel that manhood against her finger, the thought of making things weird between the couple and herself prevented her from doing so.
“N-no,” Ada whispered, unsure if she was talking to Duncan or herself.
Her internal struggle was interrupted by a deep moan from Callie. Then, much faster than he was placed in front of Ada, Duncan was gone.
Callie withdrew her hand and brought him in front of her cute nose, giving him a slow, sensual lick that began at the knees and traveled at a snail’s pace over his stiff dick. Her tongue lingered there for a few seconds before creeping up his stomach and rolling over his chest. The tip of her tongue brushed against his left cheek as it withdrew back into her mouth.
It was Duncan’s turn to moan as he shuddered in pleasure, a dopey look on his face.
“Miss Ada is such a tease, isn’t she,” Callie told Duncan as she shot a wink Ada’s way. “But this isn’t about you; understand, little shit? You’re here to make me happy, not the other way around.”
Ada wiped away some drool that she just realized had been pooling out of the right corner of her mouth as she watched an unblinking Duncan nod in agreement.
“Yes, Miss Callie,” he said in awe, no hint of sarcasm present in his voice.
Callie started to giggle but quickly stopped and cleared her throat, closing her eyes and taking a breath before opening them back up in character.
“And look at that,” she said. “It took, like, just one lick to lube your tiny ass up. Kinda sad, ya know? Dunky’s junky looks like he wants a few more. Oh well, down you go!”
But Duncan didn’t move. Ada could see a slight tremor run through Callie’s hand, rattling the tiny man tied to her fingers. Callie bit her lower lip and glanced Ada’s way. The blonde didn’t hold Ada’s gaze for long, however, as she nervously lowered her head to face her lap, giving Duncan a great view of the top of her head.
Is she backing out? Ada asked herself. I can’t say I blame her. I don’t even know if I could have gotten nak—
Her thoughts were interrupted as Callie’s head shot back up like a rocket, the naked girl’s gorgeous hazel eyes locking with her own. There was an intensity there that Ada had never seen from Callie before, even in anger. It was a fire, a sense of determination. And it held Ada in place, forcing her to hold her friend’s gaze, her breathing getting heavier by the second.
Ada wanted to watch as Duncan was lowered away from Callie’s face, but she couldn’t look away. Instead, Ada could only imagine him dropping past those perfect breasts and tight tummy as Callie’s hand guided him to he sopping wet pussy, Callie’s eyes alight with anxious excitement the whole way down.
But just when Ada expected to hear a squelching noise to signify Duncan’s entry into her moist womanhood, there was a soft thump instead. Callie and Ada both looked down to see that Callie’s hand had missed its target, touching down on the mattress right in front of her labia. The only sound that could be heard was Duncan trying to rein in his laughter.
“Damn it!” Callie grumbled.
She repositioned her hand right in front of her lower lips, looking back up at Ada as she slipped her index and middle fingers between them with a sharp thrust. The fingers were inserted all the way up to the knuckle, with Duncan being entirely swallowed by her sex. Ada gasped, which was immediately followed by a soft moan from Callie.
Callie widened her legs further apart, drawing Ada’s attention to her sex by sensually turning her own gaze between her thighs. Callie took her time as she pulled Duncan all the way out of herself, raising him up and pointing him at Ada. Then, with a quick wrist movement, Callie flicked some of her juices from Duncan’s body right in Ada’s face, the lenses of her glasses covered in sticky little splatters.
Bringing Duncan to her lips, Callie gave him a kiss covering his whole upper body, watching Ada, demanding her attention. And Callie had it. Ada didn’t even bother to clean her glasses with her shirt. She was too worried about what she might miss if she took her eyes off Callie and Duncan for even a second.
Callie returned Duncan to her pussy, this time pushing him inside at a much slower pace, closing her eyes by still facing Ada. Her breathing quickened with every millimeter of progress he made. She halted his journey when he was halfway in, her eyes shooting open.
“Oh fuck!” Callie screamed as soon as her boyfriend was halfway inside.
Instead of sticking the rest of Duncan inside her love tunnel, Callie started fingering herself with his waist area positions between her inner and outer lips. Ada was confused at first, but as she noticed his hips gyrating with the motion of Callie’s fingers, she realized that he was humping her clit.
As Callie let out a sensual groan, Ada realized that her right hand was already in her pants. How did she not even notice herself unbuttoning her jeans? Putting that thought aside, she inserted her own index and middle fingers inside herself, never taking her eyes off the show in front of her.
She wasn’t expecting it when Callie’s eyes met hers, nor did she anticipate the pace of the blonde’s fingers to increase at the same time.
“S-stay with me, Ada,” Callie moaned. “Stay … Shit! Stay with me!”
Ada did as she was told, her fingers matching the rhythm of Callie’s as both girls lost themselves in the glorious rapture of their own touches.
********
Callie had never felt so in control in her entire life.
For the last 15 minutes, Ada had been fingering herself at the exact pace that Callie was fucking Duncan at. Because Callie had told her to. Ada was enthralled by Callie’s performance to the point of suggestion, and Callie had never felt so alive before!
Callie had been so nervous at first. But ever since that car ride home from her first date with Duncan, that lustful look on Alyssia’s face through the rear view mirror just wouldn’t leave her brain. She wanted more, and now, after weeks of being too afraid to tell anyone, she had it.
She was glad it was Ada there for her first time. She wasn’t sure if she could have worked up the courage to try something like this with anyone else. The two of them had become close so quickly, and Callie had a feeling that she might enjoy a performance like this. She was so happy to see that she was right!
Feeling just the tiniest shudder from Duncan’s body against her fingers, Callie could tell that Duncan was close. She sped up her fingers, delighting to see Ada do the same. The feeling of her Dunky’s dick grinding even faster against her clit felt so good! It was only a tease, though. She was never going to get off that way.
Some serious quivering from Duncan signaled that he had finished. She looked away from Ada for a moment and smiled down at the man in her vagina. He had been so understanding when she told him that she wanted someone to watch them make love.
Callie could tell that he wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but just as she was about to tell him not to worry about it and forget the whole thing, he surprised her by saying how hot it would be to explore this kink together. Sex-ploration, he called it.
“No, seriously, it sounds kind of fun!” Callie replayed Duncan’s words in her head. “It’s almost like a performance, right? At least my co-star is hot!”
She could tell that he still had some reservations about the idea, but he wanted to make her happy, to make sure she felt accepted for her kink instead of shamed. It meant so much to her.
So Callie wanted to take care of Duncan first, and now that she had, it was her turn.
Her fingers stopped, and so did Ada’s. A little whine came out of the black-haired girl’s throat, and Callie shivered in pleasure. But she wasn’t about to keep her friend waiting, no matter how enticing it was to have her audience at the edge of their seat.
Callie began thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy. Each time her lengthy digits dug inside herself, she could feel Duncan’s tongue licking her vaginal walls, leading the way as the rest of his body mushed into the slimy surface. She knew she was overstimulating Duncan so soon after an orgasm, but that just made it more exciting.
Besides, between how worked up she was, how good he felt, and Ada hanging on her every move, it wasn’t going to take very much longer.
In fact, by the fifth thrust, she couldn’t take anymore. The sexual bliss overtook her senses, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as her muscles tensed stiffly. Her free hand gripped the comforter of her bed as tightly as her fingers could squeeze.
“Jesus fuck!” Callie yelled as she finished.
She shook for a full minute afterward, her knees quivering like jelly as she removed Duncan from her sex. Ada stopped her fingers from penetrating her pussy, obviously disappointed that the show ended before she had a chance to get herself off as well.
Ada started to pull her hand out from her panties, but Callie couldn’t have that. Ada helped Callie discover a part of herself that she didn’t know existed, so the least she could do was help her friend find release. Callie soon realized that Duncan was staring at Ada too, and that their attention was apparently enough to stop the science whiz in her tracks.
Callie and Duncan turned to each other, the two of them instantly understanding what needed to be done.
“Hold that clit,” Callie told Ada.
Callie turned her upper body away from Ada, bringing Duncan around with her so that Ada couldn’t see him at all. Callie untied the knot holding Duncan to her fingers and reworked it to meet their new needs. She worked as fast as she could, not wanting to give Ada too much time to cool down.
“There we go!” Callie exclaimed, moving back into a sitting position.
Instead of being bound to her fingers, Duncan was dangling from about six inches of rope, the rest of which was tied to Callie’s middle finger. He was tied at the waist, and he began to sway in front of Callie’s face as she held her hand near the top of her forehead and splayed her fingers.
“You can start back up if you want,” Callie said, casually glancing back Ada’s way. “Or if you don’t wanna, that’s cool, too. Either way, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna clean off my boyfriend.”
With that, Callie’s tongue poked out from between her lips, lazily swiping at Duncan. It connected, batting him to her left and sending him swinging like a pendulum as her eyes playfully tried to keep up with him. Once his momentum slowed, she gave him a long lick up his right side, lapping her juices off of him along the way.
From the corner of Callie’s eye, she could see Ada’s fingers furiously work her clitoris. Unlike before, this time she made sure not to look Ada’s way, alternating between licking him or knocking him around like a cat playing with a toy.
Duncan was mostly clean by the time Ada came. She nearly fell out of the chair from the intensity of her orgasm, the end of which coincided with Callie giving him one last lick up his backside. He shivered as the tongue worked its way up his spine.
Once Ada came down from her natural high, the three of them just stared at each other in silence for a moment, unsure what the appropriate thing to say after an experience like the one they just shared.
It was Duncan who finally broke the stalemate.
“Yay science?” he said with a shrug, swinging ever so slightly in front of Callie’s eyes.
Callie started laughing, with Ada soon catching the cackling contagion. Duncan immediately joined in, and the three laughed themselves silly.
********
Pornhub wasn’t doing it for Ada anymore.
She had been back at her dorm room for about an hour after leaving Callie and Duncan’s place. Before leaving, the lab tech had scanned Duncan using a near-field communication app on her phone courtesy of Dr. Catamaunt to record several of his vitals and other readings taken by the nanomachines within his body.
Callie was so excited when Ada told her how much she enjoyed watching their show. Callie hugged her tightly almost as soon as Ada was done scanning, the blonde’s sweat dampening Ada’s face and shirt as Callie’s tits rested on top of hers. The three of them spent the next half hour talking about the experience itself.
God those two were such a bright light shining in Ada’s otherwise dull life. Of course, that only made her feel worse.
To take her mind off the guilt she was feeling, she turned to porn. She was still feeling frisky even after the show Callie and Duncan had put on, but it would have been rude to just start going again right in front of them like that, with her being the only one. So once she returned to the dorm, she went straight for her computer.
But regular porn just wasn’t hitting Ada in the same way that it did before. None of her favorite videos compared to Callie staring into her soul as they both fingered themselves or Duncan begging her for help with that dick exposed. She still hadn’t even cleaned off her lenses yet!
It wasn’t that she had a thing for either of her friends. It’s just that they were both attractive people doing hot things in front of her. Those things just happened to be hotter than anything she could find on the internet. Maybe if she tried—
A FaceTime notification popped up on her computer screen. Ada scowled. It was him.
Hesitating for a few seconds, she accepted the call.
“Hey, Dr. Catamaunt!” she said with faux cheeriness. “I sent you Duncan’s numbers about an hour ago. Did you get them?”
The blond-haired scientist smirked arrogantly at her, the lenses of his own glasses reflecting the bright lighting of the lab he was sitting in.
“I did,” he answered. “I believe you know that isn’t my reason for calling. Did you activate the other function when you took the readings?”
Ada hated that thick German accent of his. She stretched her arms over her head, using it as an excuse to take a couple calming breaths before responding.
“Yes, Dr. Catamaunt,” she replied. “But sir? Why couldn’t we have just asked Duncan for permission? I’m sure he’d—”
Catamaunt was already shaking his head, so Ada decided to stop wasting her breath.
“Waiting to receive permission from a subject can be … problematic, given their ignorance on such things,” he explained. “Therefore, it is always better to avoid seeking consent whenever possible.”
Ada looked down and shook her head.
“That hasn’t been my experience,” she grumbled.
Catamaunt ignored her words, having already turned his attention to a computer monitor to his right, barely in the frame. The sound of typing filtered into Ada’s room through her computer’s speakers.
“There,” he said as the typing stopped. “I have activated it on our end. Don’t worry. As I explained to you before, he won’t feel any different and will be completely unaware.”
Ada wanted to push against this more, but she bit her tongue. She knew it would do no good. Still, the whole thing just felt … wrong.
“Yes, Dr. Catamaunt,” she said solemnly.
The scientist ended the call soon after, taking a minute to discuss the readings the nanomachines had taken from Duncan. While that wasn’t the primary function of the nanomachines, he really had been curious about them as well.
Once Catamaunt hung up, Ada was left staring at a paused porn scene on her monitor. She sighed once more as she closed the screen and made her way back to her bed. Plopping onto the bed and laying on her back, she tried to take her mind off the conversation she just had by replaying the evening’s events in her head.
Thinking back to the way Callie so easily controlled Duncan, picking him up at her whim and tying him up for her pleasure, she felt herself getting wet again. Sure it was all an act, but that didn’t make it any less arousing to her. As her right hand slithered its way beneath her jeans and into her panties, a single thought crossed her mind.
If another tiny man shows up on somebody’s doorstep, I’m calling dibs.
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The red-headed woman had been sitting in her car for hours, parked across the street from a run-down apartment complex near the local college campus.
“This is the place,” she said to herself. “It has to be.”
She had taken quite a gamble to find this address, and she just knew this was where he was, where she needed him to be.
Using a cheap pair of binoculars, she had seen a black-haired girl with glasses leave the apartment she was watching about an hour ago. So she figured the tall blonde must be the one living there. The red-head quickly decided it would be best to avoid her if possible; she looked pretty toned and athletic, and the likely slightly older woman didn’t want to press her luck against the girl.
The woman would have to search the apartment after the blonde left at some point tomorrow. It was risky but her best bet. If he was living there as well, the clues should be easy enough to spot.
But that meant that the woman would be spending the night in her car, making sure she was up early enough to see when the girl in the apartment stepped out the next day. That was fine, though. Not ideal, but fine. It would all be worth it in the end. She just wanted this to be over, after all.
So the red-head used the hand crank to recline the driver’s seat back, looking up at the torn lining of the car’s interior before closing her eyes. She needed to get her sleep, as what could be the most important day of her life starts in the morning.
Because tomorrow, Natasha was getting her life back.