Page 32 of The Other Side of Paradise (Story of Paradise #2)

God, she wasn’t even remotely embarrassed. I couldn’t in a million years keep up. “Seriously?”

She laughed. “It’s a hot setup in, like, fanfiction or erotica or whatever, you know? Like, oh, prudish girl gets turned into desperate slut, I’ve read a couple like that.”

“Uh… wow. Honestly, I admire how open you are.”

She put a hand to her chest, a mock look like it was a great compliment. “Thank you.”

“Wait, so you like being in charge a little, but you fantasize about getting brainwashed?”

She huffed. “It’s hard to find ones where she’s brainwashing him. Honestly, it’s probably more like I’m imagining I’m the guy.”

Imagining she was the guy. Right. Because… because she wanted to imagine herself turning a girl into a desperate slut ready to serve her. Yeah. That was normal. “Huh. That’s, uh… kinda… hot.”

I should have kept that on the inside, but I was definitely tipsy now. She put her hands up. “Right? I’m sure you’d prefer being on the other side, though. I hear you want someone to give you directions.”

“Um… no comment.” I was so turned on I was going to die. Maybe I could excuse myself to the bathroom and masturbate real quick so I could focus. It would take me about two seconds at this point.

“That’s comment enough for me,” she laughed. “Okay, my question. That one time you masturbated,” she said, shifting closer. “What were you thinking about?”

“Ah, shit.” That was supposed to stay on the inside too. I couldn’t think straight. “Um… which time is that?”

She smiled impishly. “You know which time. The time since I met you.”

“I…” I looked over at the shot glasses. I was not going to fare well on three.

But I couldn’t sit here and tell her I’d been thinking about her…

giving me directions… oh, god. Maybe I’d black out and this would be over.

I picked up the shot glass, and I heard Stella laughing incredulously as I hesitated with it up to my lips, squeezed my eyes shut, and took the shot.

“I thought you couldn’t take more than two. I might as well have just poured four shots for you.”

I choked on it harder this time, hot and fuzzy in all my senses, but I set the glass down. “My turn,” I said, desperate now for something to throw her off. “How do you like it when someone is going down on you?”

It worked, almost—she blushed a little, drawing her legs tighter together, but she smiled wider, biting her lip. “A lot.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

She laughed. “I know, I know. Oh, god, I don’t know how to describe it. What, are you volunteering?”

Yes I fucking well was. I scoffed, playing it cool. Trying, anyway. “I mean, you could ask that as your next question.”

“Psh. Have it your way, Allison.” She leaned back, and she relaxed, and I felt like dying when she loosened up her legs, spreading them out a little, her skirt riding up as she did.

“There was this thing with like… I don’t really know how it worked, but like, sucking on my…

my clit, while like, moving up and down a little, I don’t know how to describe it. ”

Well, I’d found the word she was embarrassed by, finally, judging by how she tripped a little and lowered her voice for the word clit.

The downside was that it embarrassed me too, hearing Stella talk about her clit.

And I found out I could get even more turned on.

Shit, I was three shots deep and I wanted to be buried between her legs helping her find out exactly what that thing was that she liked.

Fuck me, I needed to touch myself so badly right now, I thought I’d die.

“But you definitely like a lot of attention on your clit.”

She blushed harder, ducking her head just a little. “Mm… yes. That doesn’t mean I’m not into, like, penetrative stuff, though!”

“I mean, both is fun.”

“You’re so right. Okay, my turn,” she sang.

“Let’s see. What’s a good one?” she said with that searching tone that made it clear she already knew exactly what she wanted to ask, and she lit up when she pretended to have it come to her, and she said, “Oh, I know. That time you got yourself off. Were you thinking of me?”

Oh, god. It wasn’t like I could just drink the last shot. That would be a yes. Maybe I should have anyway, just so I’d be fully drunk and could handle this. I put a hand over my face, and I groaned. “Yep,” I mumbled.

She smiled wider. “Was it good?”

“That’s a second question.”

“Oh, prickly on it. I guess that means it wasn’t.”

I slumped against the back of the couch. “Yes, it was good, it was… it was good.”

She made a satisfied noise, resting against the back of the couch with me. She spread her legs out wider… I couldn’t help my eyes following the motion, her skirt riding up until it was almost showing her underwear again. “I’m glad I could help,” she said. “Your turn, Allison.”

If I hadn’t taken three shots, I would never have asked this, but I asked, “Have you ever read, like… lesbian stuff?”

She grinned. “You mean, like, sexy stuff, right?”

“Well, yeah.” I was blushing furiously, but she was a little pink too, so fuck it, I was counting that as a win.

“Yeah, a bit. I’ve read some fanfiction for this one couple I like. I mean, I can’t lie, it’s hot.”

Okay, great. Stella getting off thinking about lesbians. That was going into my memory bank for tonight and all future sessions touching myself. “That’s hot,” I said. “What couple?”

“You know the show Arcane?”

“Okay, good taste.”

She flashed a dangerous grin at me. “Oh, so you like my taste?”

I’d have backed out and put my foot in my mouth hiding from the subject, but I was too tipsy to care. “I’m sure your taste is great.”

She spread her legs a little wider, her hand falling on her thigh. “Are you looking to try?”

I didn’t know when my legs got spread so wide, but I was following her lead, apparently. My face was molten, but I said, “Is that your question?”

She grinned wider. “Yes, it is.”

Fuck it, it wasn’t like I could play it subtly if I tried anyway. “I mean, yeah.”

She bit her lip. “That’s hot.”

“Is it?” If she was into it, all she had to do was say so.

“Is that your question?” she said, and I shrugged.

“Yeah… yes it is.”

“Yeah. Very hot.” She put a hand on her collar, and I watched raptly as she dragged it down her front, between her breasts and lingering on her stomach. “My turn,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Are you turned on right now?”

“Y-yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice a soft moan, and I thought I’d die. She flicked her gaze back to the one shot glass left standing, and she said, “Let’s play sudden-death style for the last shot.”

“I cannot take another shot.”

“Then don’t lose.” She winked. “You have to do as I say, or take the shot.”

“Um.” My whole body was burning. If she wanted to give me directions, well...

“And if you do what I tell you to, then I take the shot.”

I couldn’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do if she told me to. “O-okay. Deal.”

“Great. So, let’s see… what should I tell you to do…”

I swallowed, shifting anxiously on the couch cushion. My hand settled high on my own thigh, and I should have moved it somewhere more decent, but I couldn’t make myself. Stella smiled wider.

“Oh, I know,” she said. “Touch yourself.”