Chapter 46: Offering

Claire took another deep breath as she walked down the sidewalk. Belinda’s house was close enough that calling for a rideshare or asking someone for a ride felt silly. That didn’t stop Claire from wishing she’d done so anyway.

This dress is definitely the sexiest thing that I own…

But it makes it so people can see the indent of my belly button from across the street. My tits are just in thick plastic wrap… My ass is probably shining since the sun is out… And why does it have to be so short?

My legs feel so…

Exposed…!

Claire tried to not blush, to not call attention to herself, but that was nearly impossible. The one nice thing was that it was warm enough to make it so she wasn’t covered with goosebumps.

Also the pleasant clunks of her short, high-heeled boots gave her a certain dramatic flare.

Even if I’d wanted to call a ride share or something… I tipped Patricia just how much yesterday since she was willing to help me with Belinda…? Claire groaned, rubbing between her eyes. Asking Sophie for money right now feels… very complicated.

I’ll be there soon.

Hopefully Belinda’s surprise is worth it…!

She did her best to focus on where she was going, and not the stress of her still-missing mother. She tried not to think of dark rooms with locked doors and the sound of laughter. She tried to not think of how many people she’d failed, let down, and otherwise disappointed. Focusing on the clunks of her heels made it easier, but nothing could make up for the anxiety medication she’d refused to take before she left.

A small emergency supply sat at the bottom of her purse, far below her phone, but Claire was doing her best to put that out of her mind, too.

Did she mention her mom because she thinks I think she isn’t enough reason to stop by…? Claire winced, kicking a small rock down the sidewalk. Oh fuck I hope I didn’t sound too eager after that… especially not after yesterday…

Fuck, why did I tell her that I love her and then hang up?!

Quietly groaning, Claire let her face fall into her hands while still moving right along. She didn’t want to linger outside any longer than she needed to. She also tried to stop checking her phone, but that was a lot more difficult.

When she finally reached the sidewalk in front of Claire’s house she took a deep, slow breath. Whatever’s behind that door? Everyone will be happier-including you, if you try to just forget about everything else. It’ll make you feel fake to be cheered up while your mom is… who knows where, and while it’s probably your fault, but…

Her expression shifted from sorrowful to serious. She took another deep breath in, and took a step forward.

Let yourself get distracted.

For Belinda.

Her finger pressed in the doorbell, and she waited.

The door opened much faster than she’d expected. It wasn’t so fast that the door opened before her hand was clutching at her purse, but soon enough that she’d just started to squeeze the strap.

Belinda was in the doorway, her short, tight body hidden away underneath a deep blue sweater, and a pair of loose, tan khakis. Her eyes met Claire’s, and the curly haired woman shuddered as her hand instinctively squeezed tight around her purse strap.

O-oh…

That’s…

That’s a look.

“Come on in… please…” Belinda’s voice was low and breathy as she gestured into her house with a sweet little smile “You’ll be very happy with who is waiting for you.”

“Oh… Uhm… okay…!” Claire laughed shyly as she stepped inside. “It’s… nice to see you… I don’t visit you enough. I mean that.”

Claire was so distracted by her anxiety that she didn’t notice the shiny, tight, black latex wrapped around her hand that disappeared up under her sleeve. The house was dark, and when Belinda closed the door behind her before Claire’s eyes had a chance to adjust it was just pure darkness.

When someone in front of her suddenly grabbed her shoulders to pull her close, fingers moving into her hair, grabbing one of her hands to place on their hip, Claire didn’t know what to do.

Then their lips melted into hers, and Claire whimpered against them, tentatively kissing back. N-not Belinda, too tall to be Belinda, too curvy to be her mom, but so… warm and I… Ohh what am I supposed to do?!

Uncertain, Claire let herself melt into the other woman’s lips, and let her hand be moved from the woman’s hip to her breasts that felt like they were covered in a sweater—the kind of thin sweater that had all the lovely softening qualities of a sweater while still being so good at emphasizing a woman’s shape. The breast under Claire’s hand was supple, and warm, and when she let herself squeeze, the sound she heard made Claire’s eyes that had just started to close open up so much wider.

Is that…

Am I kissing…

Am I fondling…

Elizabeth?!

She mewled in surprise, her thumb moving across the breast in her hand. It was heavy, spilling around her fingers the tighter she squeezed. She’s so… warm… so soft… her breast is yielding even more… even heavier than I…

Elizabeth is kissing me… letting me fondle her…

Claire whimpered, and when her lips parted Elizabeth’s tongue was quick to move into her mouth. Elizabeth’s hand moved from Claire’s hair to feel down to her shoulder, to stroke along her back before finally squeezing at Claire’s tightly-wrapped ass.

Oh fuck this makes things even more complicated… but Belinda invited me here, so… she… wants me to be doing this…?! Claire’s head spun, and her hand at Elizabeth’s breast squeezed tighter for balance as much as anything else. Elizabeth’s tongue in her mouth was warm and wet and hot, moving in a way that screamed just how much she needed Claire.

It wasn’t the sort of kiss a straight girl would usually give.

When the kiss finally broke, Claire was gasping and mewling. “E-Elizabeth…?! I… I w-wanted to apologize for taking it so hard, I… It really is okay that you’re… are you… you said you were…”

“Straight…?” Elizabeth sounded every bit as breathless as Claire felt. The shorter, curly haired woman nodded.

The lights around them slowly brightened. Belinda, now standing across the room, slowly moved the dimmer switch until the room was illuminated barely brighter than faint candle light. All of the light that could have streamed in from the outside was blocked by thick black curtains, making it feel much later than it actually was.

Claire nodded, her eyes hazy as she stared up at Elizabeth, and the green sweater that wrapped around her in such a tight, alluring way. A keyhole of missing fabric showcased her cleavage, and glancing down at the hemline of the sweater, reaching down just past the start of her thighs, it was the only thing that she was wearing besides a bra to enhance the sight through her sweater’s keyhole.

Brown eyes didn’t know where to settle. Staring into Elizabeth’s greens was pleasant, but she’d never seen so much of Elizabeth’s body before. Looking to Elizabeth’s chest she could see her own hand, submerged in the supple flesh of her breast, but it didn’t feel quite real. Even squeezing and drawing out louder groans, it was hard to completely believe what she was doing.

As someone who has been fucking with someone else’s reality pretty hard lately… Claire quivered as she moved her hand back down to Elizabeth’s hip. …Can this really be real?

Dissociation is a thing, and I usually feel pretty confident that I understand it, but…

Moving her hips forward, Claire shivered at how it felt to press her vinyl-wrapped body up against Elizabeth’s in such a thin sweat.

This feels too real for that.

“I was wrong, Claire… I was so wrong…” Elizabeth stroked along Claire’s ass, not fondling so much as worshipfully caressing along every contour, every curve, squeezing only enough to make Claire’s eyes flutter. “I just didn’t understand what I wanted, what I needed, but I… I do now… I know what I want, what I need and… it’s you.

“I need… your body, I need you to use mine however you want, I…” Elizabeth whimpered, pulling back just far enough to slide down to her knees. Her position gave Claire a perfect vantage point to stare right down her top, a privilege she didn’t resist for long. “I want to serve you. If you want me to be on my knees, to be on my back… I’ll wear anything—or nothing! I’ll touch myself for you… I’ll make you cum…” Elizabeth whimpered, arching forward to rub her clothed breasts against Claire’s legs. “Whatever you want, I just… I need to please you…!”

Whimpering, Claire reached down and hesitantly stroked Elizabeth’s short blonde hair. So soft… Oh I could just nuzzle into her chest… I could make her throw her sweater off across the room…

If she’s serious then… Claire clenched her thighs and whined. I could have her do anything…!

Elizabeth mewled, nuzzling into Claire’s hands. Her eyes stared up at Claire, waiting with so much eagerness—but not an impatient eagerness. It was easy to imagine that even if she wanted to be used that exact moment she wasn’t so impatient to force Claire to do anything quickly.

Everything from her pose, to her body language, to her tone all screamed absolute submission.

She sounds so much like Sophia did last night—like she always does on our dates.

Claire blinked.

Sophia used to be straight, too…

“I…” Claire stopped herself, shaking her head. “I’m not… You’re so sexy Elizabeth, and I… Where’s Belind—”

“Focus on me right now, please…?” Elizabeth nuzzled at Claire’s half-clothed thigh, drawing her full attention back down to her. She kissed at the smooth, warm skin as she fluttered her eyes. “She called you here so I could make it up to you. I hurt you by refusing you, and I want to fix that…! I want to show you how much I want to belong to you…!”

Claire shuddered.

Belong to me…

Those words struck a chord inside of her, and Claire felt her body tingling hot with raw need she hadn’t felt for Elizabeth since before her failed attempt at asking her out.

“That’s… dangerous to say to me right now…” Claire took a deep breath, holding it inside of her as she stared down at Elizabeth’s desperate eyes, and her large breasts. “I… I really can make you belong to me. Like… I could touch you, and just…” She snapped her fingers and Elizabeth’s eyes crossed and then fluttered. Claire looked at her own hand, squirming as she forced herself to continue. “I could… really melt away your ability to resist! If this is some kind of prank…”

“This isn’t a prank…” Elizabeth quivered, reaching down to cross her arms under her breasts. “I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want to make you feel good… either by touching you, or letting you touch me. If you just want to stare at my naked body, that’s fine, too.

“Fuck me! Objectify me…!” Elizabeth groaned, shifting her weight to sit on her ass and raise her knees so when she parted her legs, Claire could watch the skirt rise and see the smooth, flush, slick flesh between her legs. “As long as I’m making you feel good… that’s all I care about anymore. That’s all that I need anymore…! Do you want to call me mommy…? Do you want me to call you sweetie, or… I mean it, anything you want…!”

Claire groaned, forcing herself to look away.

I know she said to just… indulge… but this… this isn’t anything like I expected, this is…

Claire looked back, shuddering as she watched Elizabeth’s hands wander along her own bare thighs before moving up to stroke up to her breasts. She squeezed them both at once, lifting them together so they strained against the fabric of her sweater.

She whined, and looked back away.

Elizabeth said she was straight, but so did Sophia and while you used to worry about if that meant your mother was a bad person or not, you aren’t worrying about that anymore!

You want her…

Claire exhaled.

She met Elizabeth’s eyes.

So take her.

“Over… on the couch…” Claire’s voice was shaky, but there was no mistaking her words for a command. They were too firm to be a suggestion. Their intent was too clear. She was telling Elizabeth what she wanted, and the woman was quick to move to comply. “Sit with your legs spread… Pull off your sweater… your bra… touch yourself and…”

She swallowed, her toes curling inside of her boots.

“Call me Clarabelle.

“Call me Clarabelle, and say it like… Like the name… like calling me that, something small, something… long but… like it… makes you feel warm, and aroused, and…” She shuddered, following Elizabeth to the couch. “Belinda told you about my mom thing, huh…?”

Elizabeth nodded slowly as she fell back onto the couch, her sweater rising higher as her legs spread further and further apart, her back arching as her fingers grasped under the hem. “Belinda told me… everything? But I’m not going to run, Clarabelle…” Her voice was husky but maternal, aroused but soft—a welcoming flavor of sexually charged. “Call me mommy… tell me how to pose… tell me what you want me to be, to do Clarabelle…

“My deepest fantasies are all to please you…!”

Shuddering, Claire stared with wide, awed brown eyes as Elizabeth slowly lifted her sweater. Her belly was so smooth, so pale. Her navel was so small, so cute, and Claire couldn’t stop herself from staring.

The bra she wore was green as her sweater, and soon the sweater was on the floor.

Soon after that, so was her bra.

Her naked skin was covered with so many small spots of brown and tan. They weren’t close enough together to be freckles, making each spot stand out that much more dramatically.

There was even one such spot directly to the left of her slit.

Elizabeth’s fingers stroked along her breasts as Claire moved in front of the couch. “Belinda…?” Claire projected her voice as loudly as she felt comfortable as she lowered down and grasped Elizabeth’s legs to pull her closer. “Thank you…! I… did mean it… what I said… on the phone…!”

Belinda didn’t respond, but Claire’s mind was too overwhelmed to focus on that. Elizabeth was in front of her, but not just any part of Elizabeth.

In front of her was Elizabeth’s gorgeous pussy, pink and slick and open just for her.

Claire shuddered, her thighs clenching as she inhaled the unmistakable scent of Elizabeth’s lust. How many times did I make myself cum imagining this situation… and now… She inhaled again, groaning and shaking as she squeezed tighter at Elizabeth’s thighs. She’s right here… and I’m right here…

“Don’t hold back… I… I like it when you call me Clarabelle… I like… you…”

Claire shyly reached out her tongue, moving it slowly along Elizabeth’s slit to gather up as much of her taste as she could. She groaned as Elizabeth’s legs wrapped around her, and fingers moved into her curls. Being on her knees wasn’t the most dominant pose, but she felt in complete control as her hands grasped Elizabeth’s ass and her tongue followed instincts that she was still learning to understand as it flicked both at Elizabeth’s folds and the threads within them.

“C-clarabelle…!” Elizabeth groaned, her legs pulling Claire tighter as her quivering hands continued to feel through Claire’s hair. “Ooohh Clarabelle… such a sweet… sexy Clarabelle… you’re making me feel so good… making me feel so good…!”

Trapped between Elizabeth’s thighs, Claire moaned. There was no way for her to doubt Elizabeth’s words. The intensity of the way she emphasized the nickname that only Sophia had ever used, the way that she was flowing with so much lust for Claire to devour, everything felt like too much to be an act.

She wants this… I want this…

Oh fuck this is exactly what I needed today!

Elizabeth’s cries grew louder as Claire lost herself entirely in the act of pleasuring Elizabeth. Nothing about the way her tongue passionately licked at Elizabeth’s slick flesh, the way her nails dug into Elizabeth’s ass, or the way her lips sucked with such intensity was any more submissive in that moment than her kneeling posture.

Everything that Claire did was taking the exact pleasure she wanted from Elizabeth, and she was even rewarded by the sight of Elizabeth’s hands kneading at her own heavy breasts.

“S-so good Clarabelle…! You’re making your mommy so… so wet… so…” Elizabeth whined, pinching and twisting her nipples harder as her whole body shuddered and clenched. “You’re making me feel so… hot so… so good… this is how much you want me, and I… I want you just as much…!

“I want to please you… need to please you… use my body… use me… use me, Clarabelle…!”

Claire moaned into Elizabeth’s cunt as she lost all track of the rest of reality. All that she could feel was the passion that burned deep inside of Elizabeth, but she didn’t feel the need to hold out a lantern. She felt that passion, that desire, and latched onto it like a font of ambrosia.

She suckled at the pure, raw intensity of Elizabeth’s desire, draining not the source but the overflowing aching, yearning and pleasure that flowed so freely from Elizabeth.

I always wanted her before… but she’s even sexier now…!

“Gonna… gonna cum for my Clarabelle…! Such a… such a good girl for mommy… so… good at making mommy… feel… uhhnnnn…!” Elizabeth screamed, her voice cracking in the most erotic way that Claire had ever heard.

After Elizabeth was safely settled into her afterglow, Claire rested her head on Elizabeth’s thigh and the naked woman slid her fingers through Claire’s hair.

“That was…”

Elizabeth mewled, her legs squeezing around Claire in a gentle imitation of a hug. “Amazing…? I… I didn’t understand arousal when you asked me out, I… I’d never… I hadn’t found what I wanted, and I didn’t know what I wanted was… was you…”

Claire shuddered, whimpering as she kissed directly beside Elizabeth’s pussy. “Well if you… If you really don’t mind being my girlfriend while I’m… also… actively pursuing my own mother… and Belinda, if she isn’t still angry with me… then…” Claire giggled shyly, kissing right at the center of her new lover’s pussy. “I’m not going to hold any of that against you…”

“Not only is Belinda not angry at you?” A woman’s voice that Claire had never heard before drew her out of her reverie. “She’d be running at you right now—but now that you’ve had time to enjoy my present… it’s time for us to finally meet.”

Flailing to turn quickly enough to satisfy her spike of fear, Claire looked up to see a woman with thick, black framed glasses resting in front of gray eyes. Her hair started out black at the top of her head, and by the time it reached the end of the braid she wore past her left shoulder it was a vibrant blue.

She was taller than Claire, and that was easy to tell from the carpet. The sweater dress that the woman wore was a darker version of the gray of her eyes. Its thick turtleneck moved down to part revealing a majority of her heavy, naked breasts. Without any sleeves, it also revealed her arms—smooth, but clearly muscled. The sweater strained at her hips, and the pale pink of her nipples was such a soft color that her areola almost seemed invisible against her pale skin.

“Who… are you…?” Claire whimpered, lifting herself up on the couch to nestle in to Elizabeth for a feeling of safety. Elizabeth was all too happy to pull her closer, whispering soothing sounds as she stoked at her hair. “I don’t… have we… ever met before…?”

“I’m Alexis, Alexis Visitor.” Alexis’s smile was soft. Her hands were held up in front of her in a universal sign of meaning no harm. “We’ve never met before, but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have… a lot sooner. This little gathering…?” She gestured around the room. “I threw it together. I wanted to make the right impression.”

She paused, giving Claire a chance to speak.

Instead Claire merely stared, caught somewhere between another panic attack and lust. The way her eyes scanned Alexis’s breasts, the latter was likely tugging at her more powerfully.

“There’s a cake in the fridge, but I have a lot more fun planned and none of it would be good on an empty stomach.” Alexis grinned, and dropped her hands down at her sides. “I can’t tell you how excited I am to meet you! I’ve only known about you for a year or so… but this was the first chance I had to come here, to meet you… and now, I’m going to make up for lost time.”

Claire squirmed, staring with wide, uncertain eyes.

“Why… should we have already met…?” The suspicion in her voice, or the attempt, made it clear that she was doing her best to come off as cynical, or at the very least uncertain. The way she was loosening against Elizabeth betrayed just how certain she was that things were all right—or that she hoped that was the case.

Alexis softly giggled. “Sorry, sorry… I… I spent so much time planning this, and I wanted to do everything just right, but I knew I’d get a little too excited at the last minute. One moment…”

She took a deep breath, and Claire did too.

They both exhaled at once, gray eyes meeting brown.

“I’m your big sister… and while I can’t make up for not being in your life for so long when you needed me, when you needed a friend, so many things…” Alexis sighed. “I could at least get you the girlfriend you wanted. That felt like a good start. Everything from there…? Figure that’s a lot easier.”

Claire stared, her eyes wide.

“Yeah… I thought that might be your response.” Alexis shrugged. “But I’m ready to answer any questions you have… and apologize for everything that I can. After all…” Her smile grew, and Alexis stepped close enough to kiss Claire’s forehead.

Claire didn’t pull back.

She didn’t lean into the kiss, or squeeze Elizabeth tighter. She merely allowed the lips to press to her skin, closed her eyes, and then slowly nodded.

“What is family for?”

Claire opened her eyes, and stared into Alexis’s. She stared back. Elizabeth stroked Claire’s hair.

A moment later, Alexis laughed and Claire joined her.