Chapter 38: While You Were Away

Fiona sighed as she pulled out her phone. Her dark-yellow sweater was still bright and vibrant, contrasting with the rich, sable tone of her skin. Her hair, a dark black with visibly lighter roots down near her scalp, surrounded her face and stood tall above her head in gorgeous curls. Resting in front of her brown eyes were a pair of gold-framed glasses.

Good to be back on solid ground again… and back in town.

Time to check my messages!

As soon as her app opened, her face fell. She’d been expecting a few, but there were at least several factors more than she’d been anticipating. Reading through even half of them had her looking behind her for the gate with an uncertain expression. Seeing her family hadn’t been easy or fun, but it seemed like dealing with that might have been easier than handling what was happening with her friends.

That was even considering that her ears still needed to pop from the plane ride.

Claire finally had the courage to ask someone out. That would normally make things easier, or better, or something that isn’t just negative… But it wasn’t Belinda. Fiona sighed, starting to walk as she adjusted her glasses. And somehow Belinda wasn’t ready for that, even though Claire has never shown any interest in her.

I doubt anyone else is shocked that happened…

Fiona twisted her lips to the side as she scrolled further down through her texts.

Oh. Okay, so then Belinda tried to spend a night with Elizabeth to make Claire jealous. Since Elizabeth said she was straight there’s no way that anything happened, but that doesn’t mean it won’t make Claire hide away even worse… Oh, wait. It didn’t matter, because Claire was too busy pulling one of her emotional disappearing acts—which is what anyone would expect her to do. So of course Belinda is freaking out about it…

Fiona stepped to the side of the hallway, and reached under her glasses to rub either side of her nose with a groan.

How does she think she’s patient and not just abusive to herself…?

Rolling her eyes, Fiona continued her trek through the busy airport, keenly aware of her hunger thanks to a familiar rumbling in her gut. Before long she was sitting next to a window with a view of the planes coming and going as she nibbled on a large slice of pizza covered with just about every topping known to humanity.

At least Michelle seems like she’s acting reasonably, but I’d expect that. Leave it to her to stay reasonable. Too bad she had to get a boyfriend… I’d love her to ask me out… Fiona scrolled through a few more messages, and then laughed. Except that she isn’t raving about the new Euterpe single, so she might have been replaced with some plant-based duplicate of her instead. All I need is to come back into town and deal with some sort of alien invasion.

For a few moments Fiona allowed herself to brush all of those things to the side, and focused on what really mattered.

Lunch.

The taste was nice, and she could enjoy the planes outside and pretty women walking through the airport. It was always fun to watch a wide variety of people any different flavors of fashion making their way to wherever they wanted to go.

It was just as fun to enjoy a wide variety of sexy women making their way anywhere. Fiona’s eyes fell to every pair of stocking-clad legs, following them like a devotee until they moved out of sight. It made eating take a bit longer than it needed to, but her stomach was content enough now that its needs were being addressed.

Prooooobably going to avoid everyone else for the moment. Better to wait for them to figure their shit out… Claire is usually better to leave alone when she’s in a sad place.

When she doesn’t want a hug, anyway.

Fiona sighed longingly as she stared at a tall woman wearing a ludicrously short skirt. Her garter straps were visible, and so was so much of the golden-tan of the skin above her stockings.

Is the absolute territory or the stockings themselves sexier?

Philosophers will be debating this long after our civilization falls to dust.

Laughing to herself, Fiona finished her pizza and then pulled back out her phone. [Hey Michelle! I’m back in town. Busy with Shaun tonight, or do you want to spend some time hanging out? I’m feeling jet lagged and it feels like it’d be a better idea to leave Claire and Belinda to their own devices.]

Hoping she’d have plans for the evening in short order, Fiona made her way out of the airport. Before she could wait for an uber to arrive Michelle responded.

[No plans yet, and I haven’t seen you for way too long! I’d love to hang out. I’m down for everything. Mind if it’s not just us? One of my coworkers new to the area could use some friends and I’ve been trying to introduce her to everybody.]

Fiona grinned, squealing to celebrate her success. [That’s fine with me. I’d love to meet her! Girl’s night! We could get some snacks and… whatever girls do.]

Waiting another moment, Fiona sent another message.

[Is she cute?]

Michelle responded fairly quickly.

[I forget, do you like blue hair? She has blue hair. And black hair. And glasses. She doesn’t wear stockings that I know, but maybe I could ask her to grab a pair just for you. Want me to tell her you’re interested?]

Fiona whined, shaking her head quickly as she typed her response. [No! No No No No No!]

A moment later she sent another.

[Unless…?] Followed by several pleading face emojis, and then another message quickly sent with [j/k!] copy pasted a good ten times.

[I’ll see what I can do.] Michelle followed it up with a winking emoji. [Drop by my place around six? I’ll see if I can’t make tonight fun for you. I’d recommend you bring a spare pair of panties but you’d just ruin those too.]

Fiona whined, shaking her head as she hopped in the back of a rideshare.

[See you then!]

The car moved, and Fiona tried to not think about the new girl in town dressing up just for her.

It didn’t work very well.

At ten to six, Fiona was waiting outside of the door to Michelle’s apartment. Her sweater was left behind, replaced by a button-down blouse that rose up to show off her midriff, with only two buttons in place to show off her impressive cleavage. A sensibly short black skirt let her pretend that she wasn’t hoping the new girl would be interested, but then the red fishnets she wore made that a little less believable.

Her pair of white flats matching her button-down was at least somewhat convincing to that end.

Instead of ringing her doorbell early, Fiona was pacing back and forth down the hallway. The last thing I need is to come on too strong, or seem like I have nothing to do. I could be reaching out to professors and trying to get caught up, but being out of town was really stressful and having a fun evening would really make it easier to focus on school!

Sex or not.

After her tenth time passing Michelle’s door, it opened. Michelle was peeking out, her ever messy hair looking maybe the slightest bit messier than usual, her blue eyes hooded playfully. “Hey, Fi. You know I’m not going to be bothered by you coming a bit early by now…”

“Yeah, but…” Fi wrung her hands. “I really don’t want to be too pushy, or too—”

“Is that Fiona?” An unfamiliar called out from inside of Michelle’s apartment. “Tell her to come in… I’ve been dying to meet her!”

Fiona sputtered as she stared at Michelle’s waggling brows.

Maybe sex, or at least something fun is actually a possibility tonight. I was sure I’d dressed up all nice for nothing, too…!

Michelle stepped back, and motioned inside. Fiona only didn’t step right in because she had to take a moment to look over Michelle first. She was wearing a skirt that showed plenty of leg, and a pair of dark stockings underneath, Her top was a simple t-shirt, but it still looked good on her.

Stepping inside, Fiona froze again as she lot a look at the blue-and-black haired woman sitting back on the couch with her legs crossed at the knee. She was wearing an impossibly tiny pair of shorts, short enough to almost hint at the garter belt worn underneath—not just the straps that reached down to hold up her dark stockings.

Her top was tight, and black, making the braid that fell over her shoulder stand out that much more. She looked up at Fiona with a smile, one that was impossible to not look suggestive with how low her eyes hooded.

“Nice to meet you, Fiona. I’m Alexis. Michelle told me a lot about you.”

“Sorry I can’t say the same, but I only just got back in town. Reception is shitty up in the mountains sometimes so I didn’t even bother.” Fiona tried to not stare as she stepped into the apartment. She tried to not gawk, or leer, or focus her gaze entirely on either the woman’s stocking-clad legs emerging from such tiny, tiny shorts. They looked tight enough that a part of Fiona wondered if a strong enough hose would wash them away.

When she looked to the woman’s eyes, all she could do was stare. They were so bright, so gorgeous, and hooded in a way that made Fiona’s pussy burn.

Alexis chuckled, and patted beside herself on the couch. “Don’t you even begin to worry about it. I didn’t give Michelle a dossier about me, but she’s known you for a while. “

Fiona didn’t sit, but it wasn’t in a particularly rude fashion. She was too busy nodding along, obviously enraptured by everything that made Alexis so incredibly sexy. From the way she sat, to the way she dressed, and the way she was so forward all made Fiona quiver in delight.

Michelle locked the door, and Fiona didn’t even notice the sound of the deadbolt softly sliding into place.

“I hope you don’t mind my outfit?” Alexis slowly pulled her leg down, knees far enough apart to give a glance at how tight her shorts clung between her legs before she lifted her other leg up over the other knee. “When Michelle told me how cute you were, and that you liked stockings? I decided to lean into it… not to make you squirm, but, well…

“She also told me that you were single, that you can be a little shy…” Alexis hooded her eyes. “I was hoping you might appreciate the effort. Maybe even… put your head in my lap?”

Fiona shivered, slowly nodding.

Her mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, while other places were growing increasingly slick. “Who would mind that…? Especially when you’re so…” Fiona froze up, so many words offering themselves to her but only one felt the right combination of potentially flattering and honest. “Hot… Just… I could put my head there right now, if you want…”

Michelle stood behind Fiona, watching Alexis’s reactions from behind her shorter friend. She wore a pleased smile. If she was impatient about what was transpiring in front of her, she didn’t show it at all.

She only showed her pleasure at facilitating this meeting.

“Would it make it better for you if I lost the shorts, or does the whole zettai ryouiki make it better for you?” Alexis chuckled quietly. “If I’m being too forward ask me to shut up, but a little bird told me that you like forward, and you’d be too shy to say anything yourself unless I was exceedingly blunt, so…”

Alexis gestured over herself, and then smiled.

“I’m not sure what to do to make it even more clear that I’m very excited to get to know you better.”

Fiona squirmed.

She even called it… A shiver went down her spine. She’s even… a nerd… A sexy kind of nerd… How could I possibly turn that down?

Stepping forward, Fiona moved to the couch, but instead of sitting upright, moved so her head was nestled comfortably into the crotch of Alexis’s shorts. They were already so warm even before her head settled down, cushioned by her hair.

“Keep the shorts on…? I’m sure everything under them is a lot of fun, but… They do a lot, yeah…” Fiona squirmed, her breath quickening as Alexis’s fingers reached down to stroke along her cheek. “You look amazing in them, and they’re so tight… they aren’t uncomfortable or anything, are they? If they are you can take them off and I’d be okay with that.”

“Agony in the name of fashion is not the same thing as any other kind of agony.” Alexis laughed, and softly poked the tip of Fiona’s nose. “Same for agony in the name of turning on a pretty girl… but you’re right here, and you should…” With careful motions across her forehead, and her cheek, Alexis guided Fiona’s head to look towards her legs. “…Really be focused here.

“I put them on for you and everything. I was hoping you’d stare… because it’s really nice sometimes to just… enjoy the way it feels when a woman stares at me. She has to be cute… and usually it helps if she’s shy, but…” Alexis purred. “I think you’re enough of a total package that I’d be fine with however you wanted to enjoy what I have going on. Oh and…”

Alexis lifted one of Fiona’s hands, and rested it on her stocking-clad leg before the raised of the pair lowered.

“You can touch, too…”

Fiona squirmed, her hand instinctively following the curves of Alexis’s leg as her muscles tightened underneath. From a distance she looks so smooth… Nice chest, nice hips… But she’s gotta work out to have legs that feel like this…

At the very least she jogs…!

Alexis moaned, her legs spreading further apart as she continued her slow caresses of Fiona’s cheek. Delicate motions teased at threads, plucking, tugging, without knotting them, or catching them on her nails. “Mm… You have very soft hands. You’re so adorably short, too… Shocked a girl like you isn’t taken. If you’d like, I can introduce you to an exclusive club that just loves a girl with discerning tastes like you…”

“O-ohh…?” Fiona mewled, stroking lower, then switching legs to caress her way back up until her fingers were just beside bare skin. “Some kind of… lesbian… otaku… thing…?”

Michelle moved over to the lamp, slowly turning the dimmer switch until everything was darker and only intimately lit.

Alexis shook her head, and moaned again. Her legs quivered further apart, allowing Fiona’s fingers to reach higher as the warmth under her head grew hotter with every touch. “It isn’t so specific as otakus, but… We’re all girls, we all like other girls, and we’re all very interested in enjoying those things together. A lot of women who join do so because it’s easier to find a girlfriend, but… some girls join because they want to be passed around.”

Fiona shuddered. “P-passed around… what… do y—ohhhhhh…!” Fiona groaned as Alexis’s hand found her breast, slowly squeezing, kneading, stroking the shape in a reverent way as her own body shifted under Fiona’s head.

“Passed around, free use… Being a slut for powerful, dominant women who know how to make other women…” Alexis’s nails slowly circled the hard nub of Fiona’s hidden nipple. “Scream…”

The sound that burst from Fiona’s lips could definitely be called that, and the ones that followed were all of a similar level of volume, desperation, and lust.

“Wh-what’s the… the… ohhh… catch…?” Fiona shivered, nuzzling into Alexis’s lap as her nails stroked their way back up the blue-haired woman’s thighs. “I’m not signing myself up for some kind of… human experimentation, or… A… multi… level… marketing scam… r-r-right…? Ohhhh…!”

Alexis giggled, slowly shaking her head. “No catch like that at all. It’s pretty simple, though… If you join as a slut, as a plaything, that’s what you are until you either grow to dislike it and plead for something else… which doesn’t always happen, or…” Alexis rubbed harder, and Fiona’s cries broke up as her body shuddered. “If it becomes obvious you aren’t enjoying yourself, then we find… other ways to utilize your talents.”

Fiona shuddered.

The way she’s talking makes this sound like a cult. That’s probably really bad, but if it’s a cult of lesbians who would want a girl like me to fondle and ride…?

Her toes curled.

Her thighs clenched.

I could do a lot worse…!

“What do I have to do to join…?” Fiona squirmed in Alexis’s lap. “Someone else might run away, but… but right now, I just really… really want everything you’re offering.”

“I had a feeling you would.” Alexis smiled, caressing the lying woman’s breast in such a slow, methodical way. She’d been dancing across Fiona’s threads for some time, tugging at her most submissive places, stimulating her most desperate needs, and generally using her body and mind like an instrument. Somehow she was still able to wear an innocent smile.

Michelle’s expression dulled, turning simpler the more that Fiona surrendered. The less the likelihood became that Fiona would notice her, the less energy she expended on wearing her mask of being a real person.

Fiona moaned louder as Alexis pinched at her nipple, breathing becoming so sharp and quick. “What do you need to do to join? Well… it’s simple. I ask you ‘how would you like to become a prized fuck toy, celebrated and used?’ Then…” Alexis tapped the tip of Fiona’s nose. “You say you’d like that very much. Then I touch you in a special way…

“And you’re ours.”

Michelle shuddered.

Fiona loudly moaned.

“I would like it very much…! I would love it, to be celebrated, fucked… u-u-used…!” Fiona trembled. Any of her misgivings about the situation fell away as Alexis’s hand found its way between her thighs, stroking over her clothed crotch in a way that was so slow and methodical.

Threads that had been made loose and limber from being tugged and vibrated were all too ready to form a knot directly around Fiona’s clit.

“Welcome to The Weavers, Fiona…” Alexis purred as her finger flicked, and she watched as every thread, every nerve, every sensual, sexual, or even vaguely erotic part of Fiona pulsed with pure, raw pleasure. “We’ll be very happy to have you, and I can promise without the slightest exaggeration… We’re all going to love you!”

Screaming, Fiona came and lost herself to the sweet, perfect oblivion of Alexis’s touch, her legs, and the pleasure of feeling along the insides of such a beautiful, sexy, strong woman’s thighs.

Michelle came with Fiona, the last of the humanity leaving her blue eyes for something much more obedient, and far less independent.