Here is the second chapter of the story about Amber and how she, step by step, discovers her humiliating cravings and submits to Amy, the local girl.
I hope you’ll enjoy it.
And by the way, thank you for the comments on the first part! Writing kink is my passion, and knowing someone likes this kind of fantasy is satisfying. However, if there is a point of criticism, let me know.
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— The decision —
Ignoring Amy was easy. Within days, everyone from the clique ignored her. Amber ignored her, and Mackenzie and Julie did it too. The problem was the sex shop girl ignored Amber similarly! No eye contact. No little knowing smile. It was like she was pretending to not even know who she was. It was like the encounter in the sex shop didn’t even happen!
“Black clothes, black t-shirts or tops, black leggings or a black skirt, black shoes, black nails, and almost black lips. Black, black, black…,” thought Amber, as she sat with her friends a few days later outside while Amy walked past them. But a the same time, the petite blonde couldn’t stop admiring the exotic black beauty. Her self-confidence, the grace with which she walked.
Amber constantly thought about Amy and felt her arousal retaking control the next day. She sat again two rows behind the sex shop girl and couldn’t focus on the lecture. While watching her jet-black hair, the blonde daydreamed about the sex shop encounter. She remembered the amused smile on Amy’s face in the sex shop that made Amber squirm, and her pussy moistened more and more.
“Why do you ignore me, bitch?!” thought the petite beauty, unable to break away.
Her rage made her think the meanest scenarios, how she would destroy this low-class piece of shit, making her campus life a hell on earth. She would make her suffer!
But then, in the next moment, she felt anxious she would never get the chance to get closer with Amy. She would cut the thin seam that somehow connected them.
Amber imagined the girl smiling with her, kissing and petting her. But there was something more the blonde beauty desired. She saw herself standing in front of forbidden doors in the darkest corner of her personality. She felt that behind them opened a labyrinth of her deepest, unexplored, masochistic desires. The craving had been smoldering in her for so long. But she was afraid if being once inside, she ever would find a way back.
She had occasionally risked a peek through the keyhole until now. Still, the urge became unbearable, and she couldn’t resist opening the door a crack and seeing what was inside. Lost in her imagination, Amber saw herself naked in front of Amy, crawling, kissing her spiked pumps, and performing other humiliating tasks for a bit of attention.
Still sitting in the auditorium, the blonde beauty felt her nipples harden. She wished she had her ‘special bra’ on. Her clit began to throb with excitement, and her face blushed.
Amber didn’t even notice how she writhed on the hard surface of the seat, parting her thighs slightly and tilting her pelvis. Pushing her ass backward while arching her back, she tried unconsciously to feel more pressure on her clit.
“Everything alright?” asked Julie, unexpected from the side.
Amber realized first, embarrassed and with a flushed face, how lewd she had been behaving. Did anyone notice? She asked herself and didn’t dare to look at her friend. She felt dazed and was afraid now, her panties would get so damp that their juices would seep through. She couldn’t leave a messy seat behind her!
“I’m not feeling well, I guess,” she answered.
And suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she registered Amy getting up, collecting her belongings, and leaving the lecture hall. Amber’s heart stumbled with excitement. She couldn’t miss the opportunity!
“I will better leave now and take a hot bath,” she lied to Julie, putting her notebook into her bag.
“Sure, get well,” answered Julie.
“Thank you.”
Amber waved to Mackenzie and the others and headed to the exit.
She closed the door behind and saw Amy in front of her, heading to the ladies’ room. Amber’s high heels clicked loudly on the old stone floor as she followed the black beauty. Her heart was flattering, and her hands became sweaty. But driven by her desires, she couldn’t help it.
The petite blond entered the ladies’ room and immediately noticed the scent of a perfume she immediately recognized as Amy’s. Her excitement made her almost hyperventilate!
“Calm down and take a deep breath!” she talked to herself without saying a word.
After making sure no one else was in the ladies’ room, the blonde reached under her navy-blue, pleated skirt and pulled her powder-pink Vicotria’s Secret panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and picked them up. The crotch of the panties was drenched with her juices, and she smelled her arousal on it.
And then Amber did it. She crouched down at the black beauty’s stall door and, with trembling hands, pushed her used panties below.
— Unveiling the truth —
The time seemed to stand still in the following, silent seconds or minutes. Amber didn’t realize it anymore. Her mind was spinning with emotions while her heart drummed like it would explode every second.
As she heard the water flushing, she stopped to breathe. Then the panic spread inside of her, making her nearly flee before the girl came out and saw her. But she couldn’t move like glued to the spot. The door got unlocked, and Amy left the stall. She was gorgeous, even in the entirely black attire, thought Amber. However, there was no movement, no emotion on her face as the exotic girl approached the sink and put the blonde’s pin powder-pink panties on the vanity. The sight made Amber squirm.
Amy washed her hands, ignoring Amber all the time until she dried her hands. But finally, she faced the blonde girl. Amy wore a tight black t-shirt with a silver pentagram, a black pleated mini skirt, and black, opaque pantyhose underneath. Instead of the spiked pumps, she wore boots with yellow stitches. But her legs looked still toned and long. The makeup, hairstyle, and nails emphasized her gothic style.
“You wanted my attention? Here you are. You have one minute,” said Amy coldly, watching into Amber’s eyes.
“I, I don’t know… How to say that…,” she stammered. “I feel attracted to you since I saw you the first time,” she managed to pronounce the words, feeling herself sweating. “And, and you make me feel… Like… None ever before… Somehow excited and… Embarrassed… I can’t really explain it. But the point is, I really like it.”
Amy watched Amber with a bit of disbelief but also curiosity. Even if she tried to play it down.
“You want something from me after telling everyone to stay away from me?” asked Amy. She enjoyed the blonde girl squirming with shame or maybe even fear in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I… I was… I was surprised and afraid you would tell everyone about the shop… What happened…,” Amber responded, and her guilt was real.
Amy crossed her arms over her chest.