Devious Girlfriends (Jack Stalker and Mikki)

[Jack Stalker]

Devious Girlfriends​

Dove and Maisie had been friends for a long time, although Maisie suspected that if she were a little hotter than 'Dee' was, then that would not have been the case at all. Maisie Wilson was no 'unattractive best friend, along to make someone look prettier than they really were', that was for sure, but she wasn't the hottest girl on the block, that honour went to Dove herself. All the girls wanted to be her and all the guys wanted to fuck her, at least that was the way it should have been... in reality a few of the girls wanted to fuck her as well. In order to even pass a normal Maisie had to focus hard and one day she just decided to give up. If someone was going to have Dove, of someone was going to get their hands on her and fuck her, then why shouldn't it be her best friend, besides all model were at least bisexual, weren’t they? Dove had never mentioned it or even made a pass at Maisie but right now she didn't care. She was going to take Dove somewhere and let the petite young girl know just how she felt about her, even if she had to fuck her all day in order to achieve her goals.

Sure, it was something a man might have done, but Maisie could care less. She wanted what she wanted and she was going to take it, Dove had been teasing and flouncing about way too long, if she didn't know the effect that she was having on Maisie then Maisie was going to have to show her. Teach her. Make her pay and understand that the hot bodied little model, who had the body of a gym addict mixed with someone who bled off calories just by talking, needed to accept that she had pushed her friend just one step too far. The thought of someone else getting their hands on her pushed Maisie over the edge, they were just starting college which meant she had to act now, establish her dominance and make sure that when Dove's fingers dropped down to her precious little pussy and began to dial out the big O, that the only person on her mind was going to be her friend Maisie and not some jock or head cheerleader. Right now, of course, they were in Maisie’s car, which was actually towing a small trailer full of their things all ready to be unloaded and piled into their dorm rooms when they finally got to college.

Except that they weren't anywhere near college, not yet. Maisie had persuaded Dove to let her detour a little to some secluded woods and fields, just to relax, have a picnic and prepare themselves for the afternoon settling into a new domain. It was a lie, of course. Maisie could have easily settled in right now, but the thing was that she needed to get the status quo sorted out with Doe, needed to ensure that no one else got their paws onto what she considered to be her property, from the moment Dove had slipped into her life and slipped into her car. The girl was stunning, and Maisie knew that if she had been a boy then Dove's parents would not have allowed her within a hundred feet of their precious high maintenance daughter, alas for them she was far more dangerous that the average boy and had deliberately played down any hint of interest beyond that a normal friend might show towards Dove.

Maisie had chosen a nice spot, it was a sunny day and they were miles from any sort of civilisation more than a farm house in the distance. Maisie had dressed in a leather coat and boots which doubled as faux Wellingtons for the patches of inevitable mud. Beneath the coat was a tiny short leather mini skirt which had ridden up while she was in the drivers seat, until her panties were in show ad every inch of her perfect but short legs were stretched out for Dove to see. Parking up she ushered Dove out to grab the hamper and skid over to the passenger seat to watch her for a moment admiring her outfit and assessing its practicalities for what she had in mind. "Dee." she said, calling her by her short nick name. "We need to talk, you know that, right? About college? About sharing a dorm room? About the way you are going to have boys buzzing around you like you were the most precious flower in the college. You know that right?" she said, placing a hand on the top of the windshield and resting her foot on the door she'd pushed open. She may not have been the perfect little ten that Doe was, but she knew what to accentuate and how to put it on display when she was with the shorter girl. She wasn't going to be the ugly friend, that was for starters. And now that they were away from Dee's parents? She wasn't going to stay the BFF either.

"Neither of us need that sort of attention getting in the way of things and I have a solution..." she continued, staring at Dee, her gaze roamed about her friend, drinking in her appearance from head to toe as she licked her dry lips and let her wide eyes slowly draw up her body to her face. Her perfect face framed by all that pure blonde hair. She'd already had one of the most violent, if silent, orgasms of her life while spying in her through her bedroom window a few nights ago, now that she was out here alone with her she could feel herself soaking through the thin lace panties she wore and wondered if she looked as flushed as she felt. "...You want to know what my solution is? Or maybe you've figured it out already Dee?" she told her with a slight smirk appearing on her face. "It's real simple, you just need to tell people that you are already spoken for, that there is already someone in your life that you've known for years, someone who likes you, loves you, craves you... someone who has made you their bitch and has no intention of allowing anyone else anywhere near you. You need to make it clear, that you are spoken for. Fact. End of story. Are you ready to do that Dee?" she said, fixing a stare on her eyes. "I think you are... so bring a glass of that wine over here and I'll expand on things. We need to indulge, now that you aren’t under your parents control anymore, wouldn't you agree? Indulge in a controlled way of course, with the right things, the right people..."

 

[Mikki]

Freedom tasted sweet in the air of tomorrow, as Dove boarded the jeep and waved goodbye to her parents. Her bible-thumping boring parents who dripped propriety and chastity. It was boring, just like the town she was leaving behind. The whole thing wreaked of small-minds, small-hearts, small adventures. Dove was tired of rules, and limits, and the very first thing she'd done when she'd realized she could leave if Maisie, sweet Maisie, went with her, was beg her friend to come along. To pick a school on the coast of California where they could wear bikinis without the prying eyes of her mother, and the ability to finally be just who she wanted to be. Whatever that meant.

It wasn't like she hadn't bent the rules as much as she could, even managing to sneak a date to prom, with Maisie along too. But this was going to be the best time ever and she was eager to let the trip come over them, let herself be free. And for most of the trip, she'd been regaling Maisie about their future, the invitations to parties they could finally accept, about studying something boring, like poli-sci while going to frat parties and contemplating the sororities they could rush. And through it all, she revelled in the the white shirt she'd worn, deliberately tied up to reveal her flat belly that she'd spent years dieting to keep in shape, and shorts cut off a little too high. They were really old jeans she'd repurposed, but part of this whole experience, this whole trip, was to be free to show off her body, not struggle to find the way around it.

"This picnic was a great idea," Dove admitted to Maisie, eyes drifting to study her friend's legs, pleased that Maisie was anything but boring. It was all well and good to be the hot friend, but nobody took the hot friend seriously without a crew of good-looking girls, and if Maisie had been someone who preferred to be chaste, this entire thing would just be one trap after another. Little, of course, did Dove know. But for now, she was relieved that Maisie was willing to let loose and be free, the way Dove could be. Grabbing the hamper as they started to park, the one nestled at her feet, which allowed her to bend down and reveal creamy white skin free along her back, strands of blond hair clinging to her neck, "I could use some us time."

As she jumped out of the car, to the ground, Dove glanced at the empty, open space with a small cabin further up. It looked a bit more like a camp-site than a picnic spot, but well, there wasn't anybody else here, and she was fascinated with how Maisie had found it. Her gaze flipped back to the girl kicking the door open, to the flash of underwear before she glanced back at Maisie's face, about to giggle when Maisie turned the topic back on her.

At first, she tried to deny it, simply giggling and saying, "Don't worry about some boys, M, I'm not going anywhere! We're still going to be best friends for life!"

But then things turned, and she blinked, hamper still in her hand, as she stared up at Maisie, the light of the sun leaving shadows unfamiliar in her friend's face and she couldn't, for the life of her, understand. The entire thing seemed insiduous, to say the least, even as she frowned, glanced around at the secluded, woodsy area and then back at Maisie who was speaking like an absolute psycho. What did she mean by spoken for? And a bitch? Dove wasn't any of those things, thank you very much! A little miffed, now, she turned with the hamper and moved toward the grassier area, asking her friend, "Are you already drunk? What the hell are you saying?"

The hamper was cracked open, as she grabbed out two cans of rose and moved back to her friend, offering one dubiously up at the girl and saying, "We're definitely going to let loose and have fun, but like, are you trying to come on to me? Because it's super cool if you're a gay girl, like, I support you. But I'm not into that, you know that, right?"

There, she'd let her best friend down easily, she thought, even as she held the can of wine between them and felt deliberately, uncertainly confused as the sun bared down on her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Maisie took the can and put it aside. Wine in a can? It was one more ridiculous thing that she had to endure, like having a best friend you wanted to fuck so bad you woke up some mornings with your fingers already buried in your dripping snatch. She looked her friend over, feasting her eyes on her tiny shirt and fuck me shorts, drinking in the look of her just like some predator would. She squirmed a little in her seat as she looked her over, finally forcing her eyes to meet the other girls gaze as she responded to what she had been saying. A confident and arrogant smirk rolled across her lips as Dove spoke, just making her all the more eager to get her hands on her and teach her a lesson.

"Don't be silly Dee... I'm not gay, why would I limit myself to fucking just one of the two sexes?" she laughed, sticking the can on the dash, she let her foot slip from the door, stretching it down towards the grass as she slid out of the jeep and found herself standing next to Dove, up close next to her. "I was laying out the facts. If I was a guy, and I'd managed to get you out here, in a nice secluded spot with no one around for miles, well... I think you know what would happen right?" she grinned, walking around Dove, looking about in all directions before looking back at her friend. "He'd fuck you. I don't mean the romantic sort of encounter where he'd slowly get you drunk on champagne and strawberries, then ease you down onto your back and 'make love to you'." she used air quotes for the make love part. "No Dee, he'd fuck you. He'd have to fuck you long and hard, just to make sure you didn't 'hashtag meetoo' his ass when you got to the dorm. He'd have to fuck you senseless, make you come on his tongue, finger you to an orgasm with his hand. Maybe even use his cock, though there are plenty of better ways to make a girl moan without one of those." she smirked.

Spinning in place she waved at their surrounding. "Out here, no one is going to hear you. Not only can you scream and moan, like you wouldn't dare to when at home. You know, moaning muffled groans into a pillow while fingering yourself or playing loud music in the shower as you throb one out? Not only can you moan, but you can fuck anyway you like for as long as you like." she shrugged. "The thing is, Dee, in this enlightened age women are supposed to be able to do whatever men can... so if I was this gay girl you are talking about, well, there would be nothing to stop me taking advantage of you just the way a man would." She moved over to the jeep and slipped the key out of the ignition, slipping it into a pocket in her jacket. "Look around. Nothing but fields for miles and an old cabin. I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to you out here... and once I started I would have to keep going until I was sure, sure that you understood that you were my bitch, and sure that you had soaked yourself sufficiently to know that getting fucked by me was all you would ever need." she smirked, laughing again. Laughing like it was some crazed twisted joke, though the look in her eyes was all too serious, as she fucked Dee with every glance and every look.

"Look at the way you're dressed?! 'Fuck me' denim shorts and a skimpy 'rape me' top that screams to be ripped off? Who did you wear those for? I'll tell you Dee, you wore them for me, to get me hot and to let me know that deep down your inner slut is begging for me to fuck you. After all, there are no boys here, Dee, just you and me. No parents to get in the way, no rules to follow, no people to please and regimes to obey. Just two girls who want to fuck. One ready to take what she wants, the other living in some sort of world of denial. You don't have to live in denial anymore Dee. All you have to do is what I tell you to... and you will suddenly find yourself all that freedom you've been craving all this time." she told her friend. Walking up to her she stood toe to toe with her, their faces inches apart.

"I've been your friend for a long time, admiring you, wanting you, lusting after you while your parents treated you like a little glass doll that had to be guarded from the world. Well, I'm going to break that glass doll Dee. Smash it hard. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you've never thought about kissing me. That you've never thought about my fingers sinking into your cunt, my mouth covering your clit, my tits stroking against yours. I don't think you can... and even if you could, I'm still going to fucking have you. Because you are a delicate little flower and I can do what I like with you... and deep down I think you like that idea, I think you want me to take you." Maisie hissed, licking her lips, giving them a wet shine as she reached out and slid a hand around Dove's waist. "You have nowhere to go, no way to run, no means to escape... even if you wanted to." Maisie grinned a cocky self confident grin, her fingers electric along Dove's spine as she pulled her closer.

 

[Mikki]

This was turning into a nightmare and Dove couldn’t handle it, as she watched her best friend and tried to piece together sweet Maisie, the girl she spent her weekends and evenings with, with this entirely awful monster who abandoned rosé for speaking insanely. A shiver was running down her spine, a need to escape but her brain couldn’t reconcile the two feelings and instead she was stuck, frozen and eyes following Maisie with her jaw dropped open, unsteady.

It had to be a joke. And yet, as she met Maisie’s eyes, she could tell it was no joke. As the Jeep came to a halt, as the key vanished, she realized what Maisie had just said. They were alone, in the middle of nowhere and her best friend had just turned into a psychopath lesbian who wanted to fuck her. The entire thing was out of some kind of absurd nightmare and she couldn’t find the words to describe her abject horror on the matter.

“You’re sick,” Dove said at last, “Insane!”

But they were too close and the situation was spilling over, as Maisie reached out and touched her with an unfamiliar hand that had goosebumps break out over her hand and a shiver trail over her spine, her own tongue running over her lips as she tried to catch her breath, tried to understand. She should run, run as fast as she can, but her body was still stuck to the ground.

She stumbled into Maisie’s arms, and that was enough to give her the jolt she needed to realize she had to escape. And so her feet stumbled, the shoes she wore chunky wedges that weren’t particularly good for running and the ground soft, grass that tangled in her feet as she stumbled, attempted to move from Maisie’s grip and run.

“Help!” Dove screamed, into the air, the futility dawning on her as she began to move, blonde hair swaying behind her.