It feels really nice. Izzy wasn’t sure what to expect, but it feels weirdly snug and secure, and to think that her girlfriends put it on her…

“So, um,” says Fran, leaning in close, “is there any particular reason you wanted to wear this? Or just a fashion thing?”

Izzy wiggles. Now comes the part where she really, truly has to say what she wants… the things she likes.

“I, um… I like… Or, I mean, I would want… um…”

Fran wags her tail, listening intently.

“I guess I’ve always had this f–fantasy of like… being kind of… submissive… b–but like, not like in a, like, a BDSM way, I mean, I mean, l–like…”

Lia slips a hand around Izzy’s for comfort.

“More like… a pet? Um, it makes me really happy to be sort of, t–taken care of… or told what to do… or… is that weird to say? I don’t mean like, a PET pet, but, um, um, actually, I do?”

She’s suddenly worried this was a bad idea. Like maybe her new honesty policy should only go so far. Saying these things out loud makes her realize maybe they’re stranger than she thought, harder to articulate than she thought, but –

But Fran can’t take any more. She jumps on Izzy, squeezing her tight. “Oh my god, Izzy!”

“Th–this is so cute and good,” says Lia, sounding like she’s about to shatter into a million pieces.

“I guess I’m saying, you can, treat me, like a, pet, if you want to…”

“First of all, not weird at all,” says Lia. “Second of all…”

Lia’s hand tilts Izzy’s head to the side to let her plant a sweet, lingering kiss on her kitty’s lips.

When Lia pulls back, she asks in a low voice, “Does this mean you’d like us to take the lead…?”

Izzy nods. “You can… you can do whatever you want… I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable… s–so…”

Izzy feels like she’s melting. Could she really get away with this? It’s the kind of thing she’d always, always wanted to do, but she – she’s never felt like she was allowed to be this vulnerable, this open about her wants…

“Well,” says Lia, “what I really want right now is to see this cute kitty get off.”

Izzy’s dick twitches, and her heart nearly skips a beat. Lia continues: “I’m gonna take off your hoodie… is that okay?”

Izzy nods, sitting back up. She doesn’t say a word as Lia’s fingers close around the flaps of her hoodie and slide it off her. And even though it was the outermost layer of her outfit, she still feels a lot more exposed. Now with only a thin layer of fabric separating them, Lia pulls Izzy back into her arms again, nestling her in her lap. Next, Fran scoots in much closer, sitting on her knees between Izzy’s legs. As Lia leans back a little and Fran’s presence keeps her thighs slightly parted, Izzy realizes her dick is totally on display, save for the skirt draped over it.

Vulnerable. That’s how she feels right now. But she knows she’s safe – and this is a combination of feelings she’s definitely never felt before. It’s like the slow ascent to the top of a roller coaster, only softer, warmer, and you can get off whenever you want.

Izzy jumps a bit when Lia’s fingers brush the sides of her abdomen, then settle with her hands pressed flat against her, holding her. Then they drift, running over Izzy’s tummy, falling down her sides – exploring, by touch, the shape of her.

“Is this okay?” asks Lia, with her head nestled in the crook of Izzy’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Izzy says, surprised at the breathiness in her own voice.

In the course of the gentle massaging, the hem of Izzy’s T-shirt has lifted slightly, revealing a slice of her midriff, and Lia takes the opportunity to slide her fingers over it, running them underneath the shirt, and for the first time skin is meeting skin, and Izzy can’t help but shudder from the sensation of Lia’s cool fingertips.

Seemingly unable to bear sitting and watching any longer, Fran gets up on her knees and makes a beeline for Izzy’s lips. She finally takes her chance to kiss Izzy on the lips, and Izzy remembers very suddenly the difference between Lia kisses and Fran kisses. Fran’s lips are softer, and her tongue is hungrier, more quick to probe, like she can’t stand to leave an inch of Izzy’s mouth unexplored. Can you top someone with your tongue?

Izzy squeaks helplessly while Lia’s hands get more adventurous, slipping fully underneath Izzy’s shirt and running up her naked stomach. “God, your belly’s so soft,” giggles Lia, clearly enjoying herself. Even if Izzy wanted to respond, she couldn’t, not with her mouth occupied like this. She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling tears welling and willing them to go down – she’s not sad, she’s so elated that her body doesn’t know what to do with itself.

Lia begins to touch a little higher, then a little higher, dragging Izzy’s shirt up with her hands, exposing her whole belly. And then –

“Mmmh…!”

Lia’s hands brush over Izzy’s tender nipples. “Is this okay?” Lia whispers, and Fran allows their lips to part long enough for Izzy to whimper some sort of affirmative noise before plunging back in.

Lia’s fingertips massage the whole area of Izzy’s flat little boobs, and either because of how much foreplay they’ve had or the short amount of time Izzy’s been on E, she shivers a tiny bit every time Lia’s palms run across her nipples.

She’s having her boobs played with, and she’s so happy.

Meanwhile, Fran seems to have graduated from letting her tongue do the work. Without ever fully withdrawing her lips, she cups Izzy’s jaw in one hand, and presses her thumb between Izzy’s lips, parting them slightly, playing with them. Then her finger is inside, sliding in, meeting Izzy’s tongue, pulling her mouth open a little. Izzy’s not sure what you would call this, but she’s so into it.

Now Fran has her middle and ring fingers in her mouth, having finally pulled out of their kiss, and Izzy can’t help but suck on them. Izzy sighs and whines, unable to speak properly; she shuts her eyes and lets the fingers do whatever loving they want to.

And then, Lia finally takes Izzy’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them gently, and Izzy arches with a pathetic noise, and a rivulet of drool runs down her chin because she can’t close her mouth.

Now Lia is focusing on Izzy’s nipples for real, and she won’t let up. She brushes her fingertips across them, squeezes them between two knuckles, presses into them with her thumbs. And it feels so, so, so good. Izzy has played with her nipples before, but having another person do it is something completely different. A fluttering feeling starts to pool in her belly, like her body’s going haywire. And Izzy starts to purr.

But this time, she’s too blissed out to stop. It’s embarrassing, but Izzy doesn’t care; she just lets it happen. She lets it through; she lets the drool run down her chin; she lets the happy squeaks leave her; she lets her cock twitch and ache and paint an ever-growing patch of pre on her pretty little skirt. She lets her body do what it wants.

“God, she’s so precious,” whines Fran, sounding like she’s barely holding it together. “Izzy…”

Fran pulls her fingers from Izzy’s mouth and gives her a serious look, and Izzy suddenly realizes how flushed Fran’s face is.

“Izzy, I wanna… I wanna touch you,” she whispers, motioning. This time Izzy’s heart does skip a beat, but all she does is nod.

Lia squeezes her. “You’re such a good girl, Izzy.”

Fran scoots back a little, falling back down on her butt to get a better position. Then, with both hands, she pulls Izzy by the legs so that she falls a little, the angle she’s sitting at is a little less sharp – the tent in her skirt is a little more exposed.

For good measure, Fran presses Izzy’s thighs a little farther apart, clearly savoring what she was about to get up to. Izzy whimpers; she’s so, so painfully hard, her body wants this so bad.

Fran presses one tentative finger to the tip of Izzy’s cock, still through her skirt, and Izzy almost jumps at the sensation. When Fran pulls it back, a long trail of pre comes with it.

“God, even I don’t get this wet,” teases Fran. “So cute…”

This is it…

Izzy can’t take any more. She wants to be touched, she wants relief. Her cock bounces beneath her skirt from how much she’s twitching. She wiggles in Lia’s arms, restless.

“P–please touch me,” she says, sounding desperate.

Fran doesn’t need to be told twice. She flashes Izzy a grin, and then, finally, she lifts up Izzy’s skirt, revealing her at last to the open air.

“Oh my god,” says Fran, “are these…?”