The night air was cooler than before. The evening sky had faded to a glowing sunset, revealing the light of a full moon and a first few stars. Leah placed her hands on the top of the wooden fencing that ran the length of the walkway and leaned out to look over the valley. In the distance, the lights of a few small towns and villages were beginning to flicker on. “A lovely view,” Leah remarked, and felt Annika step up behind her. A delicate hand placed itself on the back of her bare leg, and stroked her lightly, almost tickling. Annika’s fingers moved upwards, until coming to rest between Leah’s thighs, just below, but not quite touching, her pussy.
Leah turned her head to kiss Annika, “Later, I want to have you inside me again,” she whispered, “If you want that, I mean.”
“Of course I want that,” Annika replied quietly.
“Um…” Leah hesitated. She was unsure what exactly she wanted to say, or rather of how to say it. She was aware of her thoughts drifting one way, then another, “Marianne. She’s also a girl like you, one of the Sisterhood, right?”
“Yes,” Annika smiled knowingly.
Leah couldn’t be sure how she felt about it. The idea that Marianne, the girl she had so shamelessly lusted after in the days leading up to the ball, was also different, like Annika. At the very least, it meant that she would have to revise many of the details of the fantasies that she had entertained about Marianne. On the other hand, the thought was curiously, powerfully, exciting. So much so that Leah wondered whether she would even have been able to return to the image of Marianne as she had imagined her before, as a normal girl, and enjoy it as much as she had, knowing as she did now the special pleasure of teasing and caressing Annika’s dick.
“Does it…” Leah felt ashamed to ask, “Does it mean something in particular that she invited me to the ball?”
“It means she likes you,” Annika laughed quietly, “She only invites girls she likes.”
“But, um,” Leah pressed on, feeling a hot blush rise to the skin of her cheeks, “She won’t mind if I have sex with you.”
“I see,” Annika put a cool hand to Leah’s face, stroked her, “No, she won’t mind that. Rather the opposite, I guess.”
“The opposite?” Leah wasn’t sure what Annika meant.
“I mean it’s better that you already be… prepared,” Annika replied.
“Prepared? For her?” Leah wanted very much to know more, but she was wary of prying, or of seeming too eager.
“Maybe Lena is the one to tell you more about it,” said Annika.
“I’m sorry to ask. It’s very rude,” Leah apologized.
“No,” Annika interrupted her with a soft kiss on the cheek, “Please, ask anything you want. Now that I’ve, um, initiated you, it’s my duty to show you the way, help you feel comfortable. That includes answering your questions.”
“Okay. Thank you. You’re very kind,” Leah relaxed a little. Already her curiosity was aroused. Her mind began to churn up all sorts of questions, things she wanted to know about the Sisterhood, “Have you initiated many girls before?”
“Well,” Annika looked up, seeming to think about it, “Really you are my first. I haven’t been part of the Sisterhood for all that long. But last year I initiated some girls together with Lena.”
“Together?” Leah was curious.
“Well I helped her,” Annika continued, “She led the way. She’s very good at it, very confident. Not clumsy like me.”
“You were very kind,” Leah reassured her. She held herself close to Annika.
Annika gave a nervous giggle, “I’m sorry I came all over you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Leah planted a kiss on Annika’s lips, then laughed, “You can come all over me any time you want.”
Annika smiled at her. She took Leah’s hand and turned on her heels, “Come, let’s make our way back.”
“Okay,” Leah let herself be led back along the balcony the way they had come.
“I should mention,” Annika began, “It’s very important that we be discreet when we’re back in the main area.”
“Of course,” Leah nodded earnestly.
“Not all of the girls here know about the Sisterhood, and secrecy is very important.”
“Yes,” Leah nodded again, “I hope you know that you can trust me.”
Annika turned to look Leah in the eyes as she swung open the balcony door and they stepped over the threshold back into the indoors, “I trust you.”
Leah was still eager to know more, “Is it still okay to talk here?” she whispered, “Or should I just keep quiet?”
Annika looked about her. The first flight of stairs was empty. Only the very faintest sound of chatter carried from further off, “No, it’s fine for us to talk still, if we are quiet. But please,” she squeezed Leah’s hand gently, “If we meet any other girls, no word of anything unless I tell you it’s alright.”
“Yes, absolutely,” said Leah. She felt a certain giddy excitement as they made their way back down the stairs. Her legs were trembling, and she teetered on her high heels, nearly wobbling off balance. She was aware that anyone they met coming up the stairs would probably get a fairly clear glimpse of her bare pussy. They descended the stairs in silence. Leah didn’t want to risk speaking openly, she was certain that as soon as she did so they would meet someone coming round the next corner. But she also felt she needed to break the silence, just to ease her nerves. She leaned close to Annika and whispered in her ear, “Would you like, perhaps, to tell me a bit about what you’d like to do to me once we get the chance?”
“Oh,” Annika put her arm about Leah’s shoulders and held her closer as they reached the ground floor hallway. Leah was worried for a moment that she might have spoken too openly, but then she felt Annika’s breath whisper against her cheek, “I can’t wait to get my hands on you again. There are so many things I’d like to do to you.”
“Would you like to put it in me again?” Leah whispered back.
“Oh fuck yes,” Annika groaned quietly.
“You can have me any way you want,” Leah felt her pussy begin to throb with excitement, “What position do you want to bend me into first?”
“Oh wow!” Annika whispered breathily. She lowered her voice as two girls approached, having just exited the Great Hall, “Um, maybe have you sit on my lap like you did just now.”
“Gladly,” Leah dared one more whisper before the two girls passed in front of them.
They were tall, slim, and pretty, wearing elegant, mid-length black dresses and flat shoes and each clutching a leather purse. They glanced and smiled in half-acknowledgment. Leah smiled back briefly, her shyness returning.
Annika led on, towards the grand entrance to the Great Hall. Other groups were walking in and out, or standing around chatting. Leah checked herself. She had been hoping somehow that their walk together would be prolonged and that she would be able to keep on flirting with Annika. She had gotten a little carried away in her excitement, and she needed now to steel herself and prepare to act normally among the others.
“Please don’t tease me too much once we’re in the hall,” Annika whispered to her. They were perhaps nearly in earshot of the nearest group of girls where they stood sipping their drinks, leaning against the stone walls either side of the entrance.
“Sorry,” replied Leah.
“I mean, I like to flirt,” Annika whispered, “but I don’t want to, um…” she mumbled on, quieter still, and her words were drowned in the suddenly loud chatter of the other girls.
“Okay,” Leah flashed a brief smile, to herself more than to Annika. Leah hadn’t heard exactly what Annika said, but guessed what she had meant. She obviously didn’t want to get hard in front of all the others. Leah wondered to herself as they stepped through the archway back into the Great Hall. She hadn’t noticed anything at all before she had first touched Annika and felt her dick. She hadn’t noticed Annika’s, nor Lena’s, nor Marianne’s or any other girl’s, if indeed she had met any others like them. But then she hadn’t been looking either. She resolved to be observant, but discreet, and see whether she could identify any other girls like Annika.
“So,” Annika smiled brightly, “Here we are.”
The loud, chattering murmur that echoed off the high ceiling, the clatter of heeled shoes and the brightly-colored and elegantly dressed crowd of girls that now thronged the hall from end to end was a sudden, momentarily overwhelming contrast with the time they had just spent upstairs in the cozy guest room. Leah wasn’t sure how long it had been. It felt like a very long time, but might easily have been not much more than half an hour, maybe an hour at the most.
They stood for a moment just inside the door. The crowd was not so dense that they would have to press their way between standing bodies, and where they were standing there was a large clear space between them and the bar, divided only by two fairly orderly streams of girls coming into or leaving the hall. Leah felt as if she needed to get her bearings a bit, orient herself in space and time. She spotted a slim wristwatch on the arm of a very thin girl loitering nearby, and was mustering the courage to ask for the time when she noticed the great clock hands set high up on the wall to her left, above the bar alcove. Behind the hands, a large circle of the wall was paneled in wood, and painted in a floral motif that wove in and out of golden Roman numerals. It was just before ten o’clock.
Looking around, Leah noticed various other details she had not before. The light in the room had been quite different when she had first arrived with Caroline, and she hadn’t spotted the little stone grotesques part way up the pillars, nor the candle chandeliers suspended from the far off ceiling, or the chessboard motif that patterned the floor in squares of light and dark wood.
“It’s still quite impressive the second time, isn’t it?” said Annika.
“Yes,” said Leah, gazing up at the ceiling. They were speaking normally now, even raising their voices a little to be heard over the hubbub, “Sorry I think you told me but I can’t remember, you have been to the ball before, right?”
“Not often,” Annika replied, “But a few times, yes.”
“So,” Leah began, realizing she didn’t particularly have anything to say. She wanted to know what they were going to do now, but for some reason it felt a bit rude to ask.
“I want to find a few friends,” smiled Annika, pointing over to the bar, “They will be able to help us get to, um, where we want to go.”
“Okay, lead the way. I’m all yours,” Leah followed Annika, who led her by the hand. They slipped carefully through the flow of girls walking out of the hall, having to to and fro awkwardly for a moment to avoid walking into some of them.
Striding over to the bar, Leah was acutely aware of how much less support her new dress offered than the one she had arrived in. With each step she could feel not only her breasts bounce and wobble, but also her buttocks and the slight thickness that sat about her hips. She was sure that other girls were looking at her. Or perhaps looking at the two of them, as if they could all somehow tell at a glance what she and Annika had been up to.
Here the hall was a little more crowded than back when they had first arrived and had almost had the bar to themselves. But there was space at the counter for Annika to order a couple of drinks while Leah stood behind her, waiting to help carry. The bar girl Louise was still behind the counter, still topless and mixing away, her huge breasts jumping and swaying as she shook the tumblers. Two more assistants had joined her. They were tall, slender girls with sultry, motionless expressions and dainty hands that dished out full glasses without spilling a drop. Leah took hers from Annika. She hadn’t thought to request anything in particular, and so she found herself holding a narrow, curvy glass of green liquid dotted with a few tiny black seeds, probably kiwi fruit. Annika turned and Leah saw she had got the same.
They clinked together in a silent, smiling toast and took their first sip. The drink was both sweet and powerfully sour, and Leah felt her spine tingle and her eyes very slightly well with tears at the sudden, excruciating cool flavor. After smacking her lips and taking a deep breath, she immediately took another long gulp. She had worked up quite a thirst through all the excitement. After a third sip, Leah was frustrated to find a slowly more awkward silence setting in between them. She was holding Annika’s gaze, they were both smiling at each other.
“I’m sorry, I’m really not being very sociable all of a sudden,” Leah stammered.
Annika glanced away for a moment across the hallway, then leaned in very close to bring her mouth next to Leah’s neck, so that her low voice couldn’t possibly be audible to any of the girls around them, “I really want to flirt with you some more.”
“So do I,” Leah hushed back. She felt relieved to think that the same thing had probably been holding Annika back from making chit chat, “All the things I can think of to say are ones that the others probably shouldn’t hear.”
“That sounds very nice,” Annika giggled. She leaned away from Leah and strained up on her tiptoes to look around over the shoulders of the girls standing around them, “Maybe there is somewhere to sit over there.”
“Okay,” said Leah, and followed Annika as she skirted round a circle of long haired, casually dressed girls sipping from champagne glasses, over to the edge of the bar space, where the seating was divided into small booths by polished wooden panels holding frames of frosted, colored glass.
The booth that Annika had spied and towards which she led them was, on closer inspection, occupied. The near half was empty, but further along the benches two girls were sitting opposite each other. Annika stopped and turned to face Leah, shrugging and pursing her lips. Leah replied with a gestured ‘Why not?’ and they took their seats.
“Is it okay if we sit here?” Leah turned to the girl sitting on her side of the table. She felt compelled to ask, even though she had already sat down, a satisfying relief spreading through her tired legs.
“Hi there!” cried Ellen, in a shrill giggle, turning to Leah with bright eyes and a fixed, nervous grin, waiting to be recognized.
“Oh hi,” said Leah, and leaned over to exchange kisses. She was quite happy to see a familiar face. Ellen had changed her t-shirt, but was still fairly obviously without a bra, her nipples visible as neat bumps.
The table was quite broad, and Annika had to lunge awkwardly across it to kiss Ellen on the cheeks. Leah noticed how large and plump Ellen’s breasts were. They were not quite as big as Leah’s own, but they had a very pleasing, unusual shape, full and round but also slightly elongated with prominent tips that pointed outward from each other.
“Annika, isn’t it?” said Ellen. She laughed nervously.
“Yes, that’s right,” Annika explained.
Ellen turned to Leah and indicated the girl sitting opposite her, “Leah, have you met Yvonne?”
“No,” Leah replied. She turned and smiled.
Yvonne was a striking, pale, dark-haired girl, a little taller than any of them, though not toweringly so. She had bright, narrow eyes and a cheerful, dimple-cheeked smile set in a very pretty, perfectly smooth-skinned face. She was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and a long, smart, woolen cloak open at the front. Leah wasn’t sure whether she was required to lean over and make a formal hello again, but Yvonne moved first, standing and opening her arms to embrace Leah, “Very nice to meet you,” she beamed in a girlish, slightly lisping, voice.
“Likewise,” said Leah. She was a little disappointed not to have found a quiet corner to continue flirting with Annika. Yvonne was very attractive, the sort of good-looking, elegant girl that made Leah feel instantly awkward and self-conscious. As she leaned over to meet Yvonne’s embrace, Leah felt the hem of her dress ride slowly up over her behind until she was sure her pussy was bare, though thankfully only to the wooden paneling of the booth behind her. At the same time, she could tell she was showing a lot of cleavage down the front of the dress, and thought perhaps she caught Yvonne’s gaze sneak downwards for a moment.
Yvonne turned to greet Annika. Leah leaned over slightly to Ellen, “Um, Ellen? Have you seen Caroline?”
“Caroline?” said Ellen.
“My cousin. The girl I came with,” Leah explained, noting that Yvonne and Annika had taken their seats and had begun talking. Leah surmised from their familiarity and the lack of an introduction that they knew each other.
“Oh of course, sorry,” Ellen squeaked, “Still dancing I think. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Leah replied, “I was just wondering. I’m glad she’s still enjoying herself.”
Ellen took a long suck on the straw that sat in her glass, “Have you had a change of clothes? You were wearing a really nice black dress before.”
“It was getting a little uncomfortable,” Annika butted in to Leah’s rescue, “So I took her to get changed.”
“Oh,” Ellen smiled at Annika with a cheeky look that Leah found hard to read.
“Yes,” Leah added, “New dress. Silly me, I should have tried it out a bit before wearing it tonight.”
“Well this one certainly looks a lot more comfortable,” Ellen placed one hand on Leah’s hip, feeling the cotton fabric of the dress.
Yvonne leaned forward, resting the sleeves of her cloak casually on the table, “Is Caroline the girl we met earlier?” she asked, looking at Ellen.
“Um, maybe,” Ellen replied, “Which one do you mean?”
“The one we were dancing with,” Yvonne replied.
“Oh,” Ellen giggled, “The one you were really hot for, you mean?”
Yvonne turned to Leah, unperturbed, her face serene and cheerful as before, “Please forgive Ellen,” she spoke softly with a smile, “She’s getting a bit giddy, a little overexcited.”
“Oh don’t worry,” said Leah, feeling perhaps she ought to respond and say something clever or flirtatious, but at a loss for anything to actually say.
“Caroline is Leah’s date,” Annika chimed in.
“Then you are a very lucky girl,” Yvonne grinned at her. Though Yvonne’s flirty confidence made Leah feel a little intimidated, at the same time she found Yvonne’s soft voice and calm, cheerful smile reassuring. Was Yvonne one of the ‘Sisterhood’? Leah had a strong hunch that she was, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.
“Oh,” Leah laughed, “No, Caroline is my cousin. But I brought her as my date.”
“Well I guess you’re still very lucky,” Yvonne smiled. She took a sip from her drink, through a twirly red straw. She paused, “Shall I go see if I can find her for you?”
“Oh no,” Leah replied, “Thank you. But I was just wondering how she was. You can just leave her to enjoy herself.”
“Well, I’ll just go and check on her for you, but I won’t drag her away if she’s having a good time,” said Yvonne, already standing up, wrapping her cloak about her with an elegant sweep of her arms, “And I’m sure Ellen would be happy to accompany me, wouldn’t you Ellen?” she beckoned to Ellen with one long graceful finger.
“With pleasure,” Ellen giggled.
Leah shuffled back along the bench to slip off the end and let Ellen out. Annika did likewise for Yvonne.
“Perhaps if you two guard our drinks we could come back and join you in a moment?” said Yvonne, taking Ellen’s hand.
“Of course,” Annika replied, just as Leah mumbled the same.
Leah watched the two other girls trot briskly off into the crowd, Yvonne all in black, her slim, tightly-trousered legs taking long strides while Ellen skipped excitedly along beside her. With the same sort of vague intuition that made Leah suspect that Yvonne was one of the Sisterhood, she thought that Ellen almost certainly was not. There was a certain poise that both the confident Yvonne and the shyer Annika shared, something that hinted at physical strength or energy, and that Ellen did not have. And, Leah recalled, Ellen had first met them at the gates wearing a swimming costume. Whereas it seemed possible that Annika and the other girls could conceal their secret carefully in tight jeans or pants, Leah felt sure she couldn’t have missed anything as she had watched Ellen walk in front of her through the gardens.
“I’m sorry,” Leah apologized to Annika as they shuffled back along the bench deeper into the seclusion of the booth, “I’m really not a very exciting conversation partner.”
“Come on,” Annika shushed her, “Don’t be silly. You’re lovely.” She reached for her drink and pulled it along the table towards her, taking a sip, “And now,” she went on, lowering her voice and smiling over her glass at Leah, “You’re all mine again.”
“Cheers,” Leah raised her glass and returned Annika’s smile, feeling her awkwardness slowly ebb and her body quickly begin to warm with desire. She wanted to say something flirtatious, to tease Annika a little, but found her throat already dry with excitement. She took another sip from her drink then leaned forward a little and, glancing to one side to check that nobody was looking into the booth, she pinched the sides of her dress between two fingers and stretched it slowly downwards to reveal the tops of her breasts, all the way down until she felt the neckline come to rest just under her nipples.
“Oh hello,” giggled Annika. She leaned back on the bench and wriggled briefly, seeming to do something with her legs.
“Are you getting hard?” Leah whispered.
“Yes,” Annika replied, “Very, very hard.”
Leah was curious. “How do you, um…” she asked quietly, “If you get hard, how do you hide it?”
“Well,” Annika seemed to come over shy all of a sudden, “We have some very tight shorts to, er, keep everything held down. And I just wear some more tight clothing on top, to be sure.”
“Aren’t you sometimes worried it’s going to just, well, pop out?” Leah stifled a little giggle at the thought.
“Sometimes,” Annika replied. She shuffled a little closer to the table, “It very nearly happened earlier while I was dancing with you.”
“Really?” Leah wasn’t sure whether Annika meant it or was just trying to tease her, “Because it made you hard dancing with me? I didn’t notice.”
“I had to concentrate a lot to control myself,” Annika laughed, “To avoid giving you a very hard surprise.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t have minded,” said Leah coyly. Leah suddenly felt the tips of Annika’s bare toes slide ticklishly up her leg, then push their way gently between her thighs and come to rest nuzzled against her pussy.
“Please tell me if you don’t want me to do that,” Annika whispered.
“No, uhh,” Leah couldn’t help but give a quiet grunt of pleasure, “That’s very nice,” she whispered. Unfortunately, her own feet were strapped into her high heels, so she couldn’t easily return the favor. Her legs were probably a bit too short in any case. “Um, would you like me to come and sit next to you?”
“If you would like,” Annika replied, carefully withdrawing her foot, letting it slide along the inside of Leah’s thigh and down the front of her leg.
Leah pulled her dress up and jostled her breasts into place, then shuffled along the bench, slid off, taking care to hold down the hem of her dress, and clambered up onto the other side to sit next to Annika. “So,” she said, sounding a little more eager than she wanted to, “Let’s see how hard you are, shall we?” Leah turned away from Annika to look out of the booth. At the same time, she reached her hand out to place it on Annika’s leg, groping her way upwards while watching carefully to check that nobody could see. Leah felt her way blindly along the inside of Annika’s thigh until her hand reached an unmistakable hard bulge. “Is it okay to do that here?” Leah asked.
“Just please be careful,” Annika whispered nervously.
Leah turned round for a moment, looking into Annika’s eyes, then down at her lap, “We shouldn’t do this here, right? Should I stop?”
“No,” Annika replied quickly, “It’s really nice. Just…” her voice trailed off shyly.
“Just tell me if you need me to stop quickly,” Leah filled the silence.
“Okay.”
“Now just relax and enjoy yourself,” Leah turned her head back to look out across the bar, her hand creeping slowly up Annika’s thigh, lightly gripping the long, hard bulge between her fingers. Leah could feel it throbbing slightly, and it was warm through the fabric of Annika’s jeans. Leah started to stroke, sliding her hand slowly up and then down the length of Annika’s dick, caressing it firmly. She was rewarded with a faint gasp of pleasure from behind her, Annika’s breath just brushing the back of her neck. She felt Annika lean closer to kiss her neck and shoulder. Leah reached out a hand to stroke Annika’s cheek, and with the other she gripped her dick harder, starting to gently pump it.
“Ohh,” Annika let out a moaning whisper, “Be careful,” she repeated.
“I’m sorry,” Leah exclaimed, letting go and placing her hand on the table, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Annika replied, breathing heavily, “That was lovely.”
“You didn’t come again, did you?” Leah asked. She presumed not.
“Very nearly,” Annika sighed with relief. She pulled at the thighs of her jeans to rearrange them, then took a long swig from her drink, “Did anyone see you do that?”
“No,” Leah replied, “I was watching out. A few girls went past, but they didn’t look at us.”
Annika smiled at her, “I’m afraid you make me come very quickly.”
“Do you not normally come so quickly?” Leah asked, curious.
“Well,” Annika replied with a shy giggle, “A bit. But not quite as quickly as that.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t ask that. Maybe you don’t want to talk about it,” Leah realized perhaps her question had been a little impertinent, “I’m just really happy if I can make you come so much.”
“Good,” said Annika with a grin.
“And I’m really impressed that you can keep getting hard even after coming so many times already,” Leah had wondered whether after their earlier bit of fun together upstairs, Annika might have had enough for the moment. But apparently not.
“If I have the right inspiration, I can get hard almost any time,” Annika looked into Leah’s eyes and raised her drink, taking a sip.
Leah reached over for her own glass and did the same, breathing a sigh of relaxation as the still cool liquid washed down her throat. “How many times can you come in one evening?” she asked.
“You mean like an evening here at a Sisterhood party?” Annika replied, “It really depends. I don’t always find the right partner. Not all the girls we invite want to join in like you do. We have to be careful a bit.”
“But are there are some girls who are always here?” Leah asked, “Who keep coming back?”
“How do you mean?” Annika replied, taking another gulp of her drink, the glass now nearly drained.
“Well like Ellen maybe,” Leah ventured, “She seems to, um, know her way around already. And she seems always very friendly.”
“Yes, she has been with us for a while,” said Annika, smiling, “We have a few non-Sisterhood girls like that. Pets, some call them.”
Leah wondered whether she was presuming too much. She didn’t really know what the rules and conventions of the Sisterhood might be, and who had what role. But she was becoming more and more curious to know exactly how it all worked, how the invitations were chosen, who knew what, and most importantly who could have sex with whom when and where. “Do you like Ellen?”
“I have had sex with her, yes,” Annika’s expression seemed once again shy and embarrassed, though she was smiling, “I think probably a lot of the Sisterhood have. Later on she will join in some of the fun and games.”
“Like?” Leah asked eagerly, lifting her glass and tipping the last big gulps into her mouth. The ice had melted and watered it down, leaving it cool and refreshing, rinsing away the sweet taste of the juice.
“Well, you can probably imagine, more or less,” Annika said vaguely, “I think what she likes most is to just lounge around and let herself be used by any girl that comes by.”
“Oh,” Leah felt a shiver of excitement at the thought.
Annika saw the look in Leah’s eyes, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she said with a mischievous giggle.
“I would love it,” said Leah, her throat dry with excitement. She reached for her glass, then realized it was empty. She paused for a moment, “How would you most like to use me?”
“Mmm,” Annika purred to herself, sounding partly as if she were thinking about it carefully, partly as if she were simply savoring the thought, “Maybe first of all I would like to use your sweet, gentle mouth.”
“How does Ellen like to be used?”
“All sorts of ways. But mostly I think she likes to be on all fours.” Annika let out a long sigh and shuffled on her seat, “You are curious, aren’t you?”
“Sorry,” Leah’s instinct to apologize kicked in reflexively, “I shouldn’t ask so many questions.”
“No, don’t be silly,” Annika reassured her, “It’s nice that you are curious. I like to be able to talk openly with you. We should just keep it quiet,” Annika shuffled a little closer to Leah, discreetly reaching out to place her hand on one of Leah’s breasts and squeeze it gently, “You would be very popular as, um…”
“A pet?” Leah giggled.
“Yes,” Annika giggled back, “Very popular indeed.”
“Come on,” Leah replied, “You are being too kind to me. There are so many lovely girls here who would be much more popular than me.”
“No, I mean it,” Annika went on, “They would be queuing up for their turn with you.”
Leah could feel her heart quicken slightly at the thought. “Oh,” she purred quietly. The image made her both excited and nervous. Over the last hour or so, she had been slowly getting used to, and getting to like, the idea of more sex with Annika, and Lena or any of the other lovely girls she had met.
“Are you okay?” Annika’s voice spoke quietly beside her.
Leah realized she had started to grind her hips from side to side against the seat of the bench. “Oh, sorry,” she giggled nervously.
“I think perhaps we might be in need of another drink while we wait,” Annika indicated their two empty glasses.
“Please, let me go,” Leah felt she needed to get up and stretch her legs for a moment, “You stay here and keep our seats.”
“If you like,” said Annika, “That’s very kind of you.”
“Okay,” Leah shuffled off the bench and out of the booth, “See you in a moment.” She straightened out her dress, making sure the hem was down as far as it would go as she tottered off towards the bar.