Senior Week, Part 3

Senior Week
by Somers
PART THREE

"Bryn, what is it like?" Carly wondered, staring off into space while sitting
on the end of the bed that evening. It was about midnight, and the girls had
been talked into a volleyball game with the guys at 9 the following morning.
Bryn was reluctant to accept this, because this was vacation, and she had
told herself that she would rather stay up late at night than get up early in
the morning. 9 AM was early for Bryn, and she'd rather stay in until 11 or
so. Joanne and Sara had arrived, and were in the other bedroom. After a pizza
party and lots of conversation afterwards, the girls had decided it was time
for bed.

"What is what like?" Bryn was trying to pick out a good bikini to wear
tomorrow, so she was standing over her suitcase, surveying the choices. She
was clad only in her panties and her bra. She didn't know whether to hit the
beach in her string bikini or to go more conservative, and save the more
revealing stuff for later on. She took a deep drag of her cigarette, and
inflated her chest with the smoke superlatively, then let it slowly out of
her mouth in little puffs as she thought about this dilemma.

"Being in love. Um- Making love?" Carly was still staring into space and
thinking about Tom.

Bryn stopped contemplating  her bathing suit for the next day, and looked at
the small girl on the bed. Carly seemed all glassy-eyed, as if she was trying
to imagine the experience.

"Oh, Pip-squeak! This guy Tom has affected you! It looks like you need a
rapid education in sensuality," she said, coming over to the bed and rubbing
Carly's hair, then holding her head and hugging her against her tummy, while
keeping her cigarette carefully away from her. She kissed her gently on the
top of her head, and Carly felt her warmth and experience shining through.
It felt very comforting, knowing that she was there, and knowing that she
could share intimate things with her.

"He kissed me, you know, and that guy can kiss! God, it was wonderful, and I
want to mean something to him, so you need to tell me what I can do to make
it better. I don't think that I did a really good job, and it felt weird,"
Carly stared at her with her big, bright blue eyes that looked like they
might begin spilling tears at any moment. She put her arm around Bryn, and
crushed her head into her breasts.

"Well, personally, I'd use a mixture of sucking and blowing and also little
succulent movements of your lips, turning and twisting them to maximize the
amount of contact with his lips. He didn't french you, did he?" Bryn dragged
on her cigarette as she continued to caress the other girl's head while
inhaling deeply. Although Carly didn't quite see the look on Bryn's face
because of their mutual position, it was a look that was tinged with
hopefulness.

"No, not yet anyway, but I thought he was going to; I would have died," Carly
blushed, "I've never frenched anyone before, and it ought to be a lot easier,
but I just get so nervous!" She smiled weakly at Bryn, hoping that the older
girl, despite her zanyness, would understand.

"Well, we'll have to change that, certainly. Do you want to try french
kissing? I'm considered an expert at that, but I'll go easy with you, since
this is your first time," Bryn giggled and blew out the puff of smoke she'd
been holding. She sat down on the bed and touched noses with the cute
"Pip-squeak," which she so fondly called her, and winked at her slyly.

"With you? People will think that we're lezzies or something," Carly flatly
stated as Bryn continued caressing her beautiful red hair. Bryn had an answer
for that:

"Well, how am I going to tell you about french kissing without a
demonstration? C'mon, Pip-squeak, look around you, there's no one here!
Joanne and Sara are probably in bed telling ghost stories like they did in
girl scout camp by now, but we're here together and chatting and experiencing
the true meaning of love. If you want to kiss Tom with real meaning, then you
ought to get some practice, don't you think? So, close your eyes, and just
imagine me as Tom," Bryn said, then taking another deep puff on her
cigarette, inhaling and smiling at her. She continued to caress that
beautiful hair, admiring it. Carly had become such a breathtaking beauty, and
Bryn felt that this was the time, if there was going to be any.

"It's not the same with another girl, really, at least I don't think," Carly
said, which would turn out to be a little prophetic.

"It is close, if you just close your eyes and imagine me as Tom. And it WILL
happen, so you'll want to be ready for it," Bryn said as she dribbled the
smoke out between their two faces. She was beginning to smile wickedly just
at the thought of french-kissing her little Pip-squeak. She licked her lips
in anticipation of the event, as the smoke started coming out of her nose.
Her previous embrace of Carly's head had turned into an arm over her
shoulder.

"OK, maybe we can try it," Carly said, closing her eyes and puckering her
lips.

Bryn needed no more of an invitation to share her tongue and her lips with
the lovely Pip-squeak, and she placed her hand on Carly's head and held her
into the kiss, as their lips met. She proceeded to demonstrate the twisting
and the turning that one must do in order to avoid noses, and to properly wet
the partner's lips before the insertion of the oral muscle into the mouth.

She found Carly's tongue, but it was somewhat reluctant to play the games,
and so she tried to suck it, unwillingly, into her mouth. With Bryn's hand
firmly behind Carly's head, the younger girl couldn't really move, and so she
was drawn into the experience. Once she had tasted the other girl's warm and
wet mouth, thick with tobacco residue of an entire day of smoking, she felt
relaxed, and she imagined the way this would feel with Tom. Of course, since
he was a non-smoker, she would be the one bringing the tobacco taste to the
encounter. She stopped and licked her lips, opening her eyes and seeing, and
smelling Bryn there in front of her face. She absolutely reeked of cigarette
smoke, and Carly decided to try the taste of her mouth again.  There was
something very right about this, although very naughty, and it thrilled her a
little.

This time, she put her hands behind the taller girl's head and held her close
to herself. She elongated her tongue and swirled it around inside Bryn's
mouth, tasting all the wetness and sharing her own. There was something here
that was certainly not at all like kissing Tom, and it was more than the
taste of heavy tobacco. Something thrilled her about the intense sharing
experience, and chills of excitement traveled up and down her spine, causing
her to wiggle a little bit. She felt like throwing her arms around Bryn,
because this felt so right, but on the other hand, she convinced herself not
to, because this was just practice.

"For your first lesson, I would rate your sensuality as a definite B+! That
was extremely good, and you are not bad, for a beginner at all!" Bryn said,
taking another puff on her cigarette, and making the end crackle and glow.
Cigarettes brought such pleasure into her body, and she showed it extremely
well. As she inhaled, she casually tapped the long-neglected ash onto the
floor, thinking of how the kiss from the lovely Pip-squeak had tingled her.
But Bryn wasn't the only person contemplating doing wicked things.

Carly opened her eyes, and was removed from her reverie. It wasn't Tom she
had been kissing, it was Bryn. She felt ashamed, but she felt a little bit of
excitement, too. Now, this was so awfully sinful, wasn't it? It certainly
felt more comfortable to share it with a friend, first, before she went out
and sought it from guys, of course.  She smiled at the older girl, and
blushed a small amount, because she could detect some moisture between her
legs.

"Do you want to experience more things, Pip-squeak? I mean, there's a lot of
difference between simple french-kissing and fucking. I personally think that
you need a brief education about all things, provided that you aren't scared
to try them. Besides, it should be a part of every young woman's life to
experience these things. I'd highly advise it," Bryn gave Carly a motherly
nod, then sucked on her cigarette gracefully. She looked a little bit in her
direction, and Carly detected a little impish grin, but soon it was replaced
by her exhale. She exhaled fully, and sighed as she breathed out a smooth
cloud of smoke which was like a soft extension of her face.

"What do you mean? Do you mean sex? No, I don't think I could- well, I mean
I don't usually- well, you know what the fuck I mean!" Carly declared, a
little bit scared, but very excited, too. After all, this was a learning
experience, and who would know? There wasn't a soul who would interrupt them.

"Yes, of course I know, Pip-squeak. I've been you friend since grade school,
and I can help you now. Close your eyes and think of Tom right now, with his
hands smoothly and tenderly moving across your body," she spoke as she rose
up from the bed.

"Now, you're not going to breathe a word of this to anyone, are you? If they
found out about this, we'd be laughed about all over school. So you going to
shush up, aren't you?" Carly queried. She knew that Bryn had trouble keeping
secrets, and if they did something together, word was liable to leak out, no
matter whether someone was in the room or not. But she very much wanted to
explore just how naughty Bryn was going to get.

"No, I'm going to call your Mom and Dad right now and tell them that their
daughter just french kissed the biggest cock-teaser in the whole school, what
do you think?" Bryn tugged on her cigarette violently, making a point of her
remark. Then she winked slyly, as she wandered over to the doorway and
listened while exhaling the gargantuan puff. It was true that Bryn was
starting to get that reputation, but reputations didn't really matter, they
were both out of school now, so why should they care what anyone thought
about what went on behind closed doors? Bryn made like a secret agent,
stalking behind the door while looking at Carly, and with a theatrical
gesture, she pretended to zip her lips shut.

Carly giggled, then did as she had been instructed. It was easy to think of
Tom, and as she closed her eyes she imagined his warm hands on her skin, and
it brought a feeling of tenderness to the scene. She was silent, with just
the hint of a smile on her lips. The wetness between her legs was becoming
very apparent now, but she savored the feeling.

Bryn locked the door. She turned up the music a little so the other girls
across the little hallway couldn't hear any noises from within the room. She
paused, with her cigarette nearly to her lips, admired her little Pip-squeak,
and she knew that the girl's time had come. She would never forgive herself
if she missed this opportunity.

"OK, now strip!" Bryn ordered, calmly putting her cigarette in her lips while
reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Carly then opened her eyes. She was
quite a beautiful girl, Bryn was. Her breasts were quite ample and
well-shaped, riding high and firm with their nipples a combination of crimson
and dark brown. It looked very striking against the pale skin of her breasts,
which faded off to become the smooth, dark tan of her upper chest.  There was
no noticeable tan line, and Carly judged that Bryn was tanning topless
somewhere. When she wiggled out of her panties, Carly knew this to be true,
for Bryn seemed to have a fairly well-defined line across her lower abdomen.
Of course, knowing Bryn, she was shaved completely, because the younger girl
couldn't see the least hint of any hair between her legs. Not that she hadn't
seen Bryn naked before, but it had been a while. There was that summer at
camp that they had spent together, and they had both gotten the giggles, and
decided to touch their newfound breast tissue. And certain other places on
their developing bodies. Carly remembered that time, and the feelings
surrounding it.

That was a few years ago, however, and Bryn and Carly had both changed quite
a bit since then. She comprehended the changes that had taken place, and she
couldn't help but to admire the development of Bryn's body. It wasn't the
body of a teenager any more. It was the body of a young and voluptuous woman.
Carly wished that she had a body like that. The biggest cock-teaser at
school? Well, she had certainly seen her doing a lot of flirting before, and
she had no doubt that the phrase fit. This was just a learning experience,
Carly continued to say to herself. It's funny, but it did not calm her
rapidly beating heart.

"Well? Aren't you going to get naked like this?" Bryn looked at her, took a
puff on her cigarette, stopped, and waited. She let the smoke slowly out of
her nose while she stood there, hand on curved hip, with smoke flowing out
across her full breasts. Looking at her with an air of seductiveness as she
allowed a wave of hair to hang in front of her face.

Carly giggled, and began removing her T-shirt top and bra, too. She was not
built like the older girl, but there was no special reason to be ashamed of
what she had. Not everyone could be buxom, though Carly would have preferred
to look a little bit bigger on top than she really was. She had a noticeable
tan line, both above and below, but it was dampened by the fact that her tan
was nowhere as deep as Bryn's. Removing her shorts revealed curly, light
brown hair with a trace of red in it. Bryn noticed that her bushiness had
increased substantially since she last saw her like this, and she smiled and
gave her a wicked grin.

"Of course, I can't get naked like that!" Carly laughed while Bryn stuck out
her tongue at the younger girl, and then Bryn ran to her suitcase and dug
through it for something. She returned and stood at the end of the bed,
facing Carly, and began her lecture:

"Now, you'll need to become familiar with these," she started, holding up a
tube of KY and her cigarette in one hand and a thick, monstrous-looking
vibrator in the other. "Because these will be your cute, little darling
friends."

As if to punctuate this point, she kissed the tube of KY, smacking her lips,
and then brought her other hand over to her face and cuddled the big
vibrator. She was always the nut, Carly thought.

"I know what those are, silly!" Carly felt that it was important to
demonstrate her competence in this regard, though, truth be told, she had
never experienced a vibrator before. She was a little bit frightened at the
look of the thing. She smiled at Bryn weakly. She knew exactly where they
were headed, but she didn't want to stop it at all. She was determined to be
an awfully naughty girl this whole week, and her first day had been a
smashing success so far. There was no reason not to continue to be naughtier.

"Sure you know what they are and what they are for, but I want you to become
really familiar with them, and by the end of the week, you'll cherish them as
much as I do. Do you think you can do that Pip-squeak?" Bryn looked at her
with her tube and her vibrator pressed close to her cheeks.

"Yes, mother," Carly giggled. A week?  Bryn apparently had some big plans in
mind, but the last thing she wanted to do was to object. If her Mom could see
her now, she would probably have a heat attack. And at the rate Carly's heart
was pounding, she wouldn't be far behind.

"Now, first you will need a cigarette, because it will make you feel more
sensual, and because you must need one by now. You want one by now, don't
you? Now, here is your purse, and you know what to do," she declared, tossing
both of the previous objects on the bed, as she brought her the purse, while
sucking the last of her cigarette into the filter, and inflating her lungs.
Then she crushed the little stub out in the ashtray on the dresser, and
brought the small piece of pottery over to the bed. She tossed Carly the
lighter.

Carly did as she was being directed, because Bryn was right, not only did the
cigarette make her feel more sensual, but she also felt that it went so well
with being totally bad. She withdrew the pack and tapped one out, placing it
in her fingers, then found Tom's little gift to her and made a flame. She
placed her cigarette into her lips and sucked in on it to draw it to life,
while looking over at Bryn with a haughty expression on her face.

"Pip-squeak! Where did you get that lighter?" Bryn arrived at the end of the
bed, looking at her curiously.

"It was a gift from Tom," she smiled as she exhaled. It was getting to become
a quite familiar feeling, smiling while exhaling, and she wondered if
everyone felt this way about smoking. This was her fifth, or maybe sixth
cigarette today? No, it was the seventh! She was rapidly losing count in the
hours since she left home.

"But I thought he didn't smoke! What is he doing carrying a lighter around?"
Bryn said, astonished that Pip-squeak had apparently taken care of this need
on her own, depriving her of the opportunity to buy her first lighter. She
felt displaced. Furthermore it was a black lighter, whereas Bryn had hoped to
buy her a green one. She thought the color would match her hair better.

"No, he said he used to be a boy scout, and they always come prepared," Carly
said, dragging on her cigarette and inhaling deeply, then she went into her
smoking pose. She had to admit that it felt rather strange smoking in the
nude. She found the little ashtray, and smiled at Bryn.

"A boy scout?" Bryn put on an evil grin, "Well, you're going to become even
more prepared than he is. After I'm through with you, you'll be literally
dripping with sexiness," she giggled, and kneeled down on the edge of the
bed, between Carly's legs, "I'm going to get you good and ready, though it
will probably take at least two sessions a day." Bryn seemed to be endowed
with power now, her teeth gleaming at her and her hands rubbing the insides
of her thighs. She leaned over and kissed her left nipple, and sensually and
slowly drew it out of her lips, holding it very lightly between her teeth to
stretch it out fully. She wanted Carly to get so hot tonight.

"You really are a very pretty girl, you know, and the man will do whatever
you want if you just lie back and look sexy for him. They are also good at
doing things that you don't want, so it's important to be very verbal, and
tell them what you need." Bryn counseled as she sat up and continued to
stroke her legs softly. It was a woman's touch, but Carly closed her eyes and
imagined Tom doing this to her, and that seemed right. She took an
everlasting drag of her cigarette, inhaled and then opened her eyes and
watched the puff as it cascaded through the air. Smoking was such a beautiful
thing, because it was a way of letting your feeling shine out to the world.
Bryn then whispered:

"Lie down, Pip-squeak." It was a hoarse smoker's voice, but a very loving and
familiar one. Carly closed her eyes again, and sunk back on the bed silently
propping her head up with pillows, still leaving her bare feet in contact
with the floor.

"Now, Pip-squeak, scoot back on the bed to give me some room, and get
yourself ready for some real excitement," Bryn said in a husky voice as she
picked up the big vibrator, and the tube of KY. She maneuvered forward and
got comfortable, sitting with her calves and thighs turned outward and her
feet on either side of her body. She pressed her thighs into the backs of
Carly's legs, thereby drawing them upward, and apart. Carly felt the coldness
of the room air and Bryn's hands gliding along the insides of her legs. What
Carly did not see, because she was lost in her thoughts, was that Bryn was
applying a big dollop of KY to the tip of the vibrator.

"Oh, goodness that feels cold!" She recoiled slightly as Bryn drew her skin
apart and applied the tip of the vibrator to her vulva.

"I know, honey, but it warms up right away," Bryn stopped massaging Carly's
legs, and placed her thumb against Carly's clitoris, starting to rub it
softly while holding the vibrator in the other hand and making smooth,
circular motions with the big toy. She bent over once more, and kissed
Carly's right nipple, prolonging the sensation in the same way as she had
before. Bryn giggled, then crossed over to the other side, and brought
similar attentions there.

"Of course, the man will not have this lubricant all over him, and he'll be
much warmer. He is certain to be very firm by now, but penises still have
soft skin. It's very important that he gives you enough foreplay, because
once a guy gets it in his mind that it's time to fuck, you should be all
juiced up, or else it hurts. I mean, there's nothing worse than a dry fuck,
you know what I mean?" She teased her clitoris, rubbing it between her thumb
and index finger, then made little circles around it while still making
larger circles with the tip of the vibrator. Carly took a big, delicious puff
of her cigarette, and inflated her lungs to their maximum extent, as Bryn's
thumb came up and over the top of her clitoris, and began massaging her
unshaven lower abdomen. She slowly exhaled upward, watching the smoke cloud
rise and wondering if it ever reached the ceiling and the small crack that
that she could see forming there. The crack seemed to be opening up to
swallow the smoke.

Bryn continued the rubbing action for about ten minutes, during which time
Carly smoked and became dreamy, both from thinking about Tom, and from the
dosage of nicotine that she was receiving. She decided to give herself
another round of pleasure, and lit one up again. It was becoming so easy now,
but anything would have seemed easy to her at this time. She closed her eyes
and brought another big, beautiful puff into her lungs, and opened them back
up, breathing out the smoke of wonderment. The window air conditioner droned
on, changing in pitch as it went into another automatic cooling cycle. The
music played on, and they were starting a tune from Shania Twain:

"'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always.  We will be together all of
our day.  Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face-always."

"Now I'm going to switch this thing on, and you'll feel it buzzing. It's
really pretty quiet, as vibrators go, and maybe it hums more than it buzzes,
but, it doesn't matter. Because this is my favorite vibrator. I have a whole
collection, you know," Bryn turned the evil thing on and the pulsating
feeling caused Carly to flinch a little bit. It was a flinch accompanied by a
big grin, and a little shriek, however. She looked for the little ceramic
dish that they had been using as an ashtray and gently tapped her ash into
it, then she saw Bryn's face while she did her work. Bryn was gently swaying
back and forth as she began her efforts on Carly's clitoris again, and her
other arm was working the buzzing vibrator back and forth, and up and down,
and all around. Her breasts undulated with each movement, and simply the
sight of this beautiful woman making love to her brought Carly into another
level of pleasure. It was a wicked and secret pleasure, to be shared only at
special times, and it began overtaking her body. Carly began to become
unbelievably wet as she could feel the big vibrator humming out its tune of
love.

"And there ain't no way-- I'm lettin' you go now.  And there ain't now way--
and there ain't no how.  I'll never see that day...."

"Oh, Bryn, that feels great! Let it hum, or buzz, or whatever the fuck it's
doing, but please don't stop! God, please!" She began to feel her heart
beating within her chest, and involuntarily drew her legs upward, squealing
in delight. Bryn bent over and winked at her playfully and sucked on one
nipple, then the other. She could see the effect that she was producing in
Carly, because those nipples displayed it. Carly felt Bryn's fingers
endlessly playing with her clitoris, her tongue and lips on her nipples, and
she practically couldn't stand the extent of the pleasure. She took another
drag of her cigarette, and brought the crimson head close to her fingers,
then she inhaled all of the deliciousness and the evil pleasure deeply into
her lungs, holding it in to savor it longer. There was no going back now, and
she decided that the only way out of this situation was to play it to
conclusion. She did, however, hope that it would last for a long, long time.
She blew out the whole contents of her lungs, and began laughing a wicked
laugh.

"Pip-squeak? I'm going to do what a man does to you now, when he enters your
body," Bryn announced when Carly was wriggling in superlative and sensual
ecstasy with her attentions to her body. It was really quite easy to do what
Bryn had done to the girl, she only hoped that Tom would be as attentive to
her pleasure, and make this last as long as she had. It was all for Carly's
sake of course, though Bryn was being secretly naughty, too. She had lumped
up the fabric of the sheet on the bed beneath her, and was feeling very
comfortable with every undulation. She would be dammed if she would let this
moment get by without a minor degree of excitement for herself, and she
sincerely hoped it would end as she intended. If she had judged the little
Pip-squeak right, and she was almost certain she had, this was only the start
of something very wonderful. The thoughts made her wiggle and smile as she
continued to rock back and forth, pressing that button again and again and
again.

"Do it, Bryn, oh God, oh yes! Please do it," Carly, having completed her
cigarette, now tasted the vestiges of tobacco on her own breath, and she felt
like a true woman. She had smoked, she had drunk, and now she was having sex,
and it was all in one day. The most ecstatic thing about it was that it was
only the first day. Her mind could not imagine what was in store for her the
rest of the week.

Bryn pushed the tip of the big, humming vibrator inside of Carly, then slowly
eased it back, using both arms to make the pressure seem to pulse.  She
continued doing that as she gripped the sheet beneath her legs while she
rolled forward. She wanted so much to thrust faster and take advantage of the
wave that was coming over her, but she resisted, because this night belonged
to her lovely Pip-squeak. She thought of her, and looked down at her
beautiful face, and her red hair splayed out majestically on the bed.  She
looked so lovely, while tossing and turning her head from side to side with
her eyes closed in the throes of what would become a wonderful orgasm, but
she needed something to make it complete.

She bent over and kissed her, and was rewarded with a clutching and
struggling Carly, who showered her with a passion she could not contain as
Carly grabbed her face and shoved her tongue into her mouth, smearing her
with saliva that had a very intense tobacco taste. Bryn couldn't resist, and
kissed her back with all that she was worth, plunging the vibrator repeatedly
and deeply into her body with both arms and the act brought the two girls
into a state of pleasure that felt like the ultimate high.

"In your eyes- I can still see the look of the one who really loves me.  The
one who wouldn't put anything else in the world above me.  I can still see
love for me in your eyes-"

Carly was in raptures over the amount of sheer pleasure that she was
receiving. Wave after wave of the thrilling sensation swept throughout her
body, and she didn't care who she was kissing and sucking with her lips. Now
that she had tasted Bryn, however, she was driven into a lasting pleasure
that felt so deliciously evil, that she could not stop. She opened her eyes,
trying to think of Tom, yet she saw eyes that were deeply treated in mascara,
and she knew this was not Tom. It was her beautiful Bryn, with her breasts
rubbing themselves upon hers. Carly went into the spasms that accompany sheer
ecstasy at that moment.

"And there ain't no way-- I'm lettin' you go now.  And there ain't no way--
and there ain't no how.  I'll never see that day...."

Carly turned to one side, trying to catch her breath after the long session.
She looked at the clock-radio, and it read two-thirty, which would mean only
a few hours of sleep until the two of them had to get up again. She tried to
lay still, calming her heart before it burst from her chest.

"Cigarette, Pip-squeak? They are really good after sex, and you did rather
well, considering that this was your first session," Bryn picked up her pack
and lighter, and popped a cigarette into her lips, flicking the lighter awake
into a brilliant flame. She sucked on the burning cigarette not once, but
twice, during the lung filling process, then flopped back on her feet,
drawing the cigarette out of her mouth. She held the lighter up temptingly.
The "thing" was still buzzing away inside of Carly, and Bryn absently
switched it off.

"Oh, my God, I don't know what I want, after that! I feel so exhausted, and I
think it's time for bed," Carly stated, yet made no move in the direction of
emptying herself of the device, no move to put her nightgown on, nor drawing
the covers around herself. Despite the air-conditioner droning on its
background noise, she felt very hot and sweaty. Instead she found Bryn's
offer very attractive, and accepted one of her cigarettes. It was Bryn's
brand, full-flavored Marlboro 100's, but it didn't matter to Carly at that
instant. All she wanted to do was to just lie there, having experienced the
total ecstasy of her young life. She looked up at her face, smiling at her as
she lit the cigarette for her, then watched as Bryn collapsed in the bed next
to her.

"Now, what was your original question, Pip-squeak?" Bryn said, as she settled
into place. The device slowly oozed from the girl's body onto the bed.

Carly just giggled, nestling into Bryn, and holding her cigarette close.

END OF PART THREE

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