Spring break had arrived. Two whole weeks with no school. For people like Charlotte and her posse, it was heaven. For Lauren, it simply meant two weeks where she was stuck at home, playing video games to forget about the fact that she didn’t have any friends. Mocking comments delivered during the following weeks about how she must have been stuck at home doing nothing stung extra hard for how true they were. 

But that was going to change this year. Lauren had been thinking long and hard. She hated the popular girls, yes. But there was a part of her that was envious of them. Fancy cars, big events with lots of alcohol. Just once in her high school career she’d like to experience something like that. To know what it’s like. Maybe… Maybe in university, she could go to more and more parties like that. Could she do that? Flip herself around, become an outgoing party animal instead of the antisocial nerd she currently was?

Only one way to find out. 

Charlotte and Lauren had made an agreement. She had plenty of plans to hang out with her friends across the break, but whenever she could get away with it, she’d visit Lauren to continue their weekend trysts. And so, Monday evening, Charlotte showed up like usual.

“Welcome back,” Lauren said, smirking as she held the door open for Charlotte.

Charlotte didn’t respond, instead wearing a moody expression as she entered. Lauren frowned. Usually she made some kind of snarky comment.

Usually, she also immediately headed downstairs. This time, she folded her arms, standing in place. Her foot tapped on the floor anxiously.

Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You gonna tell me what’s up?”

“Can we… not do this today? I’m not really in the mood.”

“Charlie, did you forget that I don’t care about what you want? This is—”

“I know,” Charlotte snapped, huffing and fixing her hair. “I know that this is your revenge. I just… I’m going through a lot right now. I don’t think I’d even do a particularly good job, in this headspace.”

Okay, this was odd. 

“What are you going through?” Lauren asked, using her coercive powers.

“I’m having an identity crisis,” Charlotte immediately answered, before going scarlet and covering her mouth. “God, can you not fucking do that? This is private!”

“An identity crisis, huh?” Lauren took a step closer to her, curious.

“It’s personal shit, Lauren. Don’t pry.”

Lauren was about to respond harshly, but something made her pause. This was the most genuinely vulnerable Charlotte had ever gotten around her. Maybe… it deserved a bit more care. 

She wandered over to the couch, and gestured. “Sit with me.”

Charlotte’s feet obeyed before she had a chance to protest. “We’re not going into the basement?” She sat beside Lauren.

“Lay your head on my lap,” Lauren ordered, ignoring her.

Charlotte frowned in confusion as she obliged, resting her head on Lauren’s lap. Lauren began to run her fingers through Charlotte’s perfectly wavy brown hair. She looked so gentle and soft from this position. Lauren never could have imagined having the queen bee all her own after years and years of abuse. It was thrilling. And, in this moment, oddly heartwarming. 

“You’re safe here,” Lauren said softly, continuing to stroke Charlotte’s head.

Charlotte snorted. “Rich coming from the girl who kidnaps me every weekend.”

“What I mean is that you don’t have to be Charlotte Daniels, queen bee here. All of that falls away when you’re with me. You’re just mine, and that’s all that matters. So don’t worry about hiding things. You can say anything you want here.”

Charlotte glanced up at her. “Really. So you’re saying that you won’t use my secrets against me?”

“As long as you remain mine.”

“Very comforting.”

Lauren didn’t respond, simply continuing to stroke her former bully’s hair. Letting the silence draw out, giving Charlotte space. Sure, she could have used her powers to pull out the answer. But perhaps, this time, she didn’t need to.

“I…” Charlotte’s voice was very quiet, almost strangled. “I got broken up with last night.”

Lauren paused. “By that football quarterback?”

Charlotte nodded. Lauren wanted to mock this, because she had been under the impression that their relationship was rather superficial to begin with. But there were tears in Charlotte’s eyes. Clearly this meant something to her. “Okay. Why?”

“He could tell that… that I didn’t care about him. I didn’t like him.”

Lauren frowned. “So… why are you crying?”

“Because, I…” Charlotte took in a shaky breath, sniffling. When she next spoke, her voice was even smaller. “Because I think I’m a lesbian. And that scares the shit out of me.”

Pause.

“Wait, really?” Lauren asked incredulously.

Charlotte just nodded. 

“You. A lesbian. The queen bee of school.”

“Christ, Lauren, don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”

“I mean, when I wrote that word on your chest, I didn’t actually think you were gay. It was just fun to tease you with—” She cut herself off. This wasn’t a very sensitive reaction, was it? “Okay… you know it’s okay to be a lesbian, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m one.”

“Not for me it isn’t! I would become a social outcast! My mom would disown me, my friends would hate me, it—I’d lose everything.”

Shit. This was not a conversation that Lauren had prepared herself adequately for. “Are you… sure? I mean, I don’t know your mom—”

“She’s got this idea of me built up in her head. I know she wants me to get married to a handsome man and give her grandkids.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around herself. “She met dad in college. The two of them got married after a few years, but it started to become clear that they weren’t good for each other. They fought a lot. They barely bothered to hide it from me. And then…” She sighed. “Well, when dad died, I bet mom was happy he was out of her life. But the point is that while she’s successful in her career, she hasn’t been in her personal life. I think she wants to get a redo of it, by living through me. And me marrying a woman would totally ruin any of that.”

“Well… uh, do you care about making her happy?”

“Not right now,” Charlotte said bitterly.

“Then fuck her. Do what you want. It’s your life, isn’t it?”

“You mean, when I’m not under your control?” Charlotte asked with a wry grin. “…It’s not that simple. I need her money to go to university. And besides, even if she weren’t a concern, my life at school would be ruined.”

Lauren rubbed her neck. “We’re only going to be here for a few more months, Charlotte. Then we can move to any state we want. A more progressive one. One where they won’t blink twice about you being with a girl. Or about me being with a girl.”

Charlotte sniffed, but smiled softly at her. “And mom’s money?”

“Well, hey, I can just give her some commands, can’t I?” 

“…Why are you being so kind?”

Lauren shrugged. “Can’t ignore a fellow dyke in need, can I?”

Charlotte laughed softly. “No, really. Why?”

Rubbing her neck again, Lauren let out a long exhale. “I’m… not totally sure. I mean, after everything you did to me, it’s hard to not hate you. But… I don’t know. Clearly you’re hurting. I’m not gonna kick you while you’re down. I’m not that kind of person.”

“…I am sorry. That I bullied you. It was just… it made life easier. I could cope with it all if I had someone to take it out on. And… that’s not an excuse. Just… just an explanation.” Her shoulders hunched as she curled in on herself. “I’m a horrible person. I’ve always been horrible.”

“Maybe… but you’re getting better.”

Charlotte smiled. She was pretty, and not just in a glamorous, too-much-makeup way. Her face was cute, the kind that could make a girl’s heart pound. 

Lauren curled her finger. “Sit up.”

Charlotte obeyed, looking at Lauren inquisitively. Lauren cupped her face in her hands, and leaned in to kiss her. She felt Charlotte’s eyelashes flutter in surprise, before the queen bee melted against her. Her hands wove around Lauren’s waist, pulling her close. A soft hum of satisfaction escaped Lauren’s mouth, to be muffled against Charlotte’s. She smiled, opening  her mouth up to Lauren’s tongue. 

Their breathing became more laboured as their tongues pressed together, tasting each other’s mouths. Charlotte moaned, her fingers flexing against Lauren’s shirt. Lauren tilted her head, pressing in, claiming Charlotte’s tongue with her own. A warm fire of arousal burned between her legs. She loved dominating Charlotte. She loved owning her.

Her horns grew as she let go of her human form, bumping up against Charlotte’s forehead. Charlotte pulled back, her face red, out of breath, staring at Lauren in wonder. “L- Lauren…”

Lauren grinned. “So, how was your first kiss as a fully realized lesbian?”

Charlotte’s blush spread to her ears. “It- f- fuck you. You’re getting way too much enjoyment out of this.”

“Maybe.” She leaned in, imbuing her words with power. “Answer my question.”

Charlotte sucked in a shaky breath. “It was r- really good…”

“There’s a good girl,” Lauren purred. She cupped Charlotte’s chin, forcing her to look into her glowing red eyes. “You’re my little dyke. Mine to play with. And the best part is, there’s no more denying it. You can’t pretend I’m just forcing you to fuck me. You know you like it. My pretty little lesbian.”

Groaning, Charlotte pounded weakly against Lauren’s shoulders. “You’re so fucking mean…”

“Say it. Say what you are.”

Blushing shyly, Charlotte looked away. “I- I’m your… pretty little lesbian…”

Lauren grinned, and kissed her firmly. “Yes, you are. Now come with me. I want to fuck you.”

~

Charlotte felt her face go crimson as she watched Lauren hook a strap-on around her waist. It was black, rather than purple like it had been in her wet dream, but it looked no less enticing. Lauren sat back on the basement couch with a smirk, wearing nothing but the strap and Charlotte’s jacket. She was hot. Like, unbelievably hot. Charlotte wasn’t sure how she hadn’t noticed just how attractive Lauren had been after all these years. Of course, the scales and horns probably helped. Others might consider her demonic appearance to be off-putting, but to Charlotte it merely got her even more hot and bothered.

“Enjoying yourself?” Lauren asked.

Shit. She’d been staring. “I- Yes. I mean no. I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She fixed a lock of her hair, trying to regain some composure. “I can’t believe you actually got a sex toy. Aren’t you at least supposed to wait until college for that shit?”

“I’m 18, I can do what I want. And what I want is for you to ride me.”

Fuck. Charlotte really hated to admit it, but Lauren acting all authoritative and dominant was extremely hot. Charlotte had never thought of herself as a submissive girl, but for Lauren she almost wanted to be.

Almost. She wouldn’t completely give up on her pride.

“You’re so crude,” she said, walking over and straddling Lauren’s lap. The strap-on teased at her stomach. Smirking, Charlotte cupped the succubus’s cheeks, whispering seductively. “But fine. I’ll give you a show.”

She pressed her mouth against Lauren’s, and began to grind her pussy against the tip of the strap. She gasped, the sensation enough to shoot little sparks of pleasure up her body. Lauren grinned into her lips, kissing back eagerly, and before long their tongues were wrestling. Charlotte let out a soft moan. Now that she’d properly admitted who she was to herself, she revelled in the feeling of making out with another girl. It was hot, it was addicting, and it made her entire body react in ways she’d never experienced with guys.

I’m a lesbian, I’m a lesbian, I’m having sex with a girl and I like it. Those thoughts kept swirling in her head, dizzying her with their truth. Charlotte gasped as she slowly lowered her hips, the strap pressing in past her pussy lips and entering her proper. 

She’d taken guys down there before. And really, aside from this being plastic, nothing should really be different here. Yet it was. Being with a girl somehow made all the difference. Intoxicating, exhilarating, lighting up every nerve in ways she was entirely unused to and very eager to experience more of. Gradually, her hips continued to drop until the strap was as far as it could go, bottoming out inside her. 

She pulled back, taking in heaving breaths, and glanced down at herself. Seeing the way Lauren’s cock was all the way inside of her. “How’s it feel, Charlie?” Lauren purred. “Your first time as a genuine dyke?”

“Nngh,” Charlotte bit back a moan, clinging to Lauren’s shoulders. “You cocky piece of—”

“Be honest,” Lauren said, giving her hips a gentle buck.

“Ffffuck—it feels goooood Lauren, nnhahhh….” Charlotte pressed her head against Lauren’s shoulder, the sheer pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. 

Grinning, Lauren began to slowly roll her hips in a rhythm. Over and over, the strap continuing to shove against Charlotte’s womb, like pressing a dopamine button each time it drove upwards. Charlotte couldn’t hold it in. She moaned unreservedly, again and again, in time with Lauren’s thrusts. It felt so good. She hadn’t realized anything could feel as good as this.

“Good girl,” Lauren whispered. “You’re taking it so good.”

“Laurennnnn,” Charlotte whined. She wanted to say something to get back at her, but her brain was being flooded with pure lust, making it hard to focus on anything at all. She shoved her face into the crook of Lauren’s neck, kissing and sucking, as her hips were railed over and over again.

Lauren delivered a smack to her ass, making Charlotte squeak sharply. Her fingers flexed tightly against Lauren’s sides and she let out a groan. “God, Lauren, you’re…” The words slurred as the strap drove into her even deeper.

Snickering, Lauren rested her hands on her hips, encouraging her to meet each roll. Charlotte obeyed, bouncing on her cock, losing herself in the pleasure, getting closer and closer. 

“I’m- Laur- I’m gonna, I’m so cloooose fuck, hhhahhh…” 

“That’s a good whore. Cum, Charlie.”

She did. She came hard, harder than she ever had, her whole body spasming as the orgasm rocked through her. She collapsed onto Lauren, trembling from the aftershocks. Her limbs were shaky, her body was sticky with sweat, but she felt elated. 

Charlotte didn’t know what her future would look like, but at least in this moment, she could indulge in being a lesbian without fear.

Later on that night, she and Lauren were watching a movie, though Lauren had ordered her to remain naked for it. Charlotte never would have admitted it, but it was kind of hot being on display like this, while Lauren remained clothed. 

“Charlie,” Lauren said, idly tracing her finger along Charlotte’s bare thigh.

“Yeah?”

“I want to go to one of your parties.”

Charlotte stared at her. “You what?”

“You’ve mentioned them before. You go to parties with those friends of yours. Drinking and dancing or whatever it is you do there. I want to go to one.”

“Uhhh… why?”

Lauren tucked her hair behind her ear, glancing away. “Because I’ve never been to one ever? And my high school career is almost over?”

Shit. That was true. Charlotte felt a small bloom of shame in her stomach for the bullying she’d enacted against Lauren, reinforced by all the other kids in school, which had led to Lauren becoming an outcast and never invited to parties.

“Well, there’s… there’s a pool party tomorrow. But Lauren, you’ll be mocked and laughed out of the place if you try to get in. Even though all the bullies have stopped harassing you, this would be a step too far.”

“Then just say I’m with you.”

Charlotte felt the blood leave her face. “I- I can’t do that. It would ruin my reputation. To be associated with you.”

Lauren rolled her eyes, and hit her with a cold stare. “Charlie,” she said, her words imbued with power, “you will make it clear, when I arrive at that party tomorrow, that I’m with you, and that I’m allowed to be there. Understand?”

Charlotte felt so small under her glowing red eyes. “Y- Yes, Lauren.”

Smirking in satisfaction, Lauren returned her attention to the movie. But Charlotte was silently panicking. She couldn’t disobey Lauren, obviously, but what would happen tomorrow? Would her reputation crash and burn by associating with such a loser? Would her friends abandon her? Laugh at her?

She didn’t have a choice. Whatever happened, she’d have to endure it. As always.

~

Charlotte drove her girls to Ryan’s party, which was great, because it gave her something to focus on that wasn’t Becka’s body. Charlotte kept her eyes on the road, making certain to pay attention to all the cars around her, to pedestrian crosswalks, to each and every road sign. Distinctly not staring at Becka’s tits. Distinctly not paying attention to her beautiful laugh, or her cute, almost sexy outfit covering what was undoubtedly an even sexier bikini. Nope. Charlotte was the world’s safest driver today.

“Oh my god, Joanna,” Natalie giggled. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Joanna grinned. “Yup. And the teacher had no idea. Did it right under his nose. It took all I had to not burst into laughter in the middle of class.”

“Girl, you’re such an icon,” Becka said. She suddenly turned to Charlotte. “Hey, Charlie, um, is Damian going to be coming to this party?”

Charlotte felt her whole body tense up. “Uh. Um. I… don’t know.” She hoped not. 

“You didn’t… ask?” Natalie said, frowning.

“No. We, um, broke up.”

A brief pause. “Oh, Charlie,” Becka said softly, resting a hand on her leg. “I’m so sorry.”

God, please don’t touch me there, Charlotte silently pleaded. “Yeah, um, don’t worry about it. I just didn’t like him all that much, so, we’re done now.”

“Well hey,” Natalie chimed in. “There’ll be plenty of boys here at this party to meet!”

Charlotte’s mouth went dry. How did she tactfully explain that she didn’t want to meet any boys anymore?

Joanna came to her rescue. “Eh, boys are overrated. I say fuck em. Let’s get drunk and have some fun!”

“Woo!” Becka shouted.

They arrived at Ryan’s place. It wasn’t quite as big as Charlotte’s house, but she’d been here before, and knew that his pool was impressive. The four girls got out, and were greeted by Ryan himself, a tall guy with wavy dark brown hair and thick eyebrows. The party was already in swing, with music playing inside and outside the house, plenty of drinks, a punch table, and loads of snacks. Charlotte looked around anxiously, but Lauren wasn’t here. Which made sense. The two had coordinated, planning for Charlotte to arrive first—

“Uh, excuse me, who invited you?” Ryan asked, hands on his hips. Lauren Scheuer was at the door, dressed in a hoodie and leggings, and looking thoroughly disinterested in Ryan’s intimidation tactic. “Yeah, sorry, but you’re not friends with anyone in here, so…”

“Hey,” Charlotte said, stepping up next to him. “She’s with me. Let her in.”

Ryan did a double take. “She… what?”

“I said. Let her in.”

“Okay, okay, jeez.” Ryan stepped back, allowing Lauren to walk inside. She smirked at Charlotte, and winked at her for good measure. Charlotte tried to resist the hot blush that bloomed up from within.

As Lauren sauntered into the party, aiming for the punch table, the girls darted over to Charlotte. “Uh, what the hell was that?” Joanna asked. “Since when do we let Lauren the virgin into parties?”

“Is this more of the blackmail?” Becka said, lowering her voice. “Did she force you to do this?”

“I—” Charlotte could have said yes. It wouldn’t even be a lie. But doing so came too close to the truth, which she didn’t want any of her girls to learn. “It doesn’t matter. She’s just one girl. She’ll just stand in the corner and be ignored. Come on. Let’s just go have fun.” She shoved past them, heading for the pool, not bothering to wait on their responses. Luckily, they did follow, though they were clearly all still bewildered. 

Natalie’s cheerful energy saved the day. She broke past the awkward energy, immediately taking selfies and stripping off her regular clothes to expose her swimsuit, a cute light blue shade. She immediately jumped in the pool, laughing as she surfaced.

“I’m—going to get some tanning done.” Charlotte said, and rushed for the lawn chairs. As she approached, several girls vacated their spots, making way for the queen bee. Charlotte took an open chair, and laid back in the open sun. She lowered her sunglasses, and finally allowed herself some small relaxation. No one yammering at her. No one trying to get her attention. Just her, the sun, and the ambient noises of the pool party. 

Her eyes scanned the area. Most people out here were in their swimsuits. The guys seemed to enjoy exposing their top halves, showing off their gym gains to each other, clearly attempting to bait girls into swooning over them. It was kind of funny, all the more so because it had utterly no effect on Charlotte. Yet more confirmation of her sexuality. 

Conversely, however, her eyes kept being drawn to the girls at the party. Their bodies clad in swimsuits, curvy in all the right ways. Charlotte was extremely grateful she was wearing sunglasses. She didn’t want anyone knowing she was checking out the asses of every girl in the vicinity.

Oh. Okay, that one wasn’t just any ass. It was the ass belonging to Becka McKendrick, her best friend. Feeling her face light on fire, Charlotte towed her eyes away. That was definitely not appropriate. She should not be objectifying her friend like that. God, she felt like a guy, too full of lust to see the actual girl occupying the body.

The person she laid eyes on next might have been worse, though. Lauren began to walk towards her, wearing way too many clothes for a warm spring day in the sun. Charlotte felt her shoulder hunch up in tension. Why was she approaching her? They didn’t have to interact at this party! Charlotte had just been her means of getting into the event, that was it!

Lauren bent down as she stepped up close, smirking. “In two minutes, come to the bathroom. I’ll be inside, waiting for you.”

Charlotte’s jaw went slack. She stared at Lauren as the girl sauntered away, unconcerned. Seriously?? She was using her powers to fuck with Charlotte, here? At a party, where anyone could see her? That little bitch… She wanted to snap at her, shout at her, curse her out, but all she could do was stay put and hope that no one had noticed that little exchange.

Becka was chatting with a group of girls. Natalie was taking a zillion pictures with her phone sealed in a waterproof baggie. And Joanna was vaping by herself, nodding her head gently to the music playing out of the speaker. Okay. Good. They were all occupied. 

Charlotte glanced at her phone. Two minutes had passed. She got up, and tried to look natural as she headed back into the house. She got some greetings and an invitation to join the guys at the foosball table, but she ignored them, heading straight down the hall. She arrived at the bathroom, and knocked.

“Yes?” Lauren’s voice came.

“It’s- it’s Charlotte.”

“Come in. I left it unlocked.”

Feeling her face burning, Charlotte opened the door. Lauren sat there, perched on top of the lip of the bathtub, a smirk on her face. Shutting the door behind her, Charlotte glared at the succubus. “What the fuck are you doing?? I thought that we were going to ignore each other at this thing!”

“I didn’t agree to that. And don’t worry, I’m protecting your privacy. Why do you think I invited you to the bathroom?”

Charlotte groaned. “Then this better be quick. I don’t want anyone getting suspicious.”

Lauren simply beckoned her with a curled finger, and Charlotte obediently approached. Lauren pulled her down into a kiss, pressing her tongue into her mouth. It felt so good. Charlotte couldn’t resist a moan, as her tongue tangled with Lauren’s. She cupped the succubus’s jaw, moving her head in time with Lauren’s.

Lauren pulled back, smirking and a bit out of breath. “Pull this down,” she said, tugging lightly at the bottom of Charlotte’s bikini.

“I told you to keep this quick,” Charlotte hissed, pulling the fabric down and exposing her pussy.

“I will. I’m not gonna do anything. I just want to look.”

Charlotte’s face was a bright red. “You fucking ass—”

A knock sounded against the bathroom door. “Uhh… Charlotte?” It was Joanna’s voice.

All of the heat inside Charlotte immediately went out, replaced by panic. She pulled up her bottom, and shared a freaked out look with Lauren. Clearly she hadn’t been anticipating this either. “Uhh… y- yeah?” She answered. “What is it?”

“I just… I’m pretty sure I saw Lauren head in here? And I’m pretty sure I saw you go in after her? Are you two… in there, together?”

Shit. Shit, shit shit shit shit shit. She’d seen them. Oh god, it was all crashing down around her. She was going to get found out. She’d be outed as a dyke to everyone in school. It would all be over in a matter of seconds.

“Joanna, come in,” Lauren said. Her words were full of power.

The door opened, and Joanna stood there in her navy blue bikini, staring at the two of them. Charlotte was about to open her mouth to try and come up with some kind of excuse, but—

“Come in and close the door behind you,” Lauren ordered.

“Why are you—” Joanna started irately, but blinked in confusion as she saw that she was doing exactly as Lauren had commanded. “What the fuck, how did you do that?”

“Don’t leave this room until I give you permission,” Lauren said. 

“Lauren!!” Charlotte exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing??”

“Salvaging the situation.”

“Are you two going to explain what the hell is going on?” Joanna asked, folding her arms.

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean—augh!” Charlotte squeezed her hands into white-knuckled fists. This was all going to shit very quickly.

“Joanna,” Lauren said, smirking. “Tell Charlotte that you’re a slut.”

Joanna blinked, then met Charlotte’s eyes. “Charlotte, I’m a slut.” Her face immediately went red as she clamped her hands over her mouth. “What the hell?? How are you doing that??”

“I’m a half-succubus, which means I have the ability to command anyone to do anything. I’ve been ordering Charlotte around for the better part of a month now.”

Joanna stared, dumbfounded. “A… succubus? But that’s…”

“I… also thought that,” Charlotte said, wrapping her arms around herself. “But it’s true.”

Smirking, Lauren transformed, her horns growing and curling up over her head, her skin erupting in pink scales, her eyes glowing a deep, powerful red. “There. Does that help you believe me?”

“Holy shit,” Joanna murmured. “I’m—shit, Charlotte, I’m so sorry. I thought that you and Lauren were secretly going out or something. I didn’t realize it was anything like… this.”

Charlotte’s jaw dropped. “You thought I was a secret dyke??”

“I mean, you are,” Lauren muttered.

“Lauren!!” Charlotte exclaimed, incredulous.

“Wait, you really are gay?” Joanna said, her eyes widening.

“N- No, I mean… ugh, I didn’t want you to find out like this!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” Joanna put her hands out. “I’m bisexual!”

Pause. 

“You’re what?” Charlotte gaped.

Joanna’s face went red. “I’m… bi? I mean, I never said anything cause you all seemed kind of homophobic, but… y- yeah.”

H- Huh. I’m not… I’m not the only one. I’m not sure how to feel about that. 

Lauren grinned in a devilish way. “So you both like girls… I’ve got an idea, in that case.” She spoke in a powerful, demanding tone. “Make out with each other.”

Before either of them could protest, they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their lips together. Charlotte’s heart pounded in her chest as she kissed Joanna passionately, all of the fear and relief and everything getting pushed into that kiss. To Joanna’s credit, she didn’t seem the least bit disgusted. She pulled Charlotte close, her hands wrapped around her middle, tipping towards her and caressing her in almost a gentlemanly way. Charlotte moaned as she clung to the taller girl. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe she was kissing her friend. More, she couldn’t believe she was enjoying it this much.

Joanna’s tongue snaked its way into Charlotte’s mouth, and Charlotte met it with her own. The two breathed harder, moaning as their tongues tangled hotly. Joanna’s fingers flexed against Charlotte’s back, almost as though she wanted more. 

Lauren snickered. “Okay, okay, stop.”

The two pulled away, and Joanna looked dazed, her lips swollen a bit from the intense kissing.

“Joanna, you’re going to keep my succubus secret, and Charlotte’s sexuality secret. Understand?”

“Y- Yeah… sure.” Joanna nodded dumbly.

“Okay. Both of you should probably go now. More people are gonna be suspicious if we stay here much longer.”

Nodding again, Joanna headed out the door.

Charlotte shot Lauren a loathing glare. “I can’t believe you told her everything. Without discussing it with me!”

Lauren shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly time. Besides, I made sure she wouldn’t tell anyone. Now go, queen bee. There’s a party out there.”

Huffing, Charlotte fixed her bikini and left the bathroom.