Girls can do Both

Kris Pov:

The fact that the person that dragged me in here was waif of a girl spoke volumes.

To my changed physique or my amplified passive nature? I'm unsure.

But she was aggressive and her strength felt larger than her. Adrenaline maybe?

Rachel never hit me as someone that could snap like this, but we only worked on a few projects together and did some study sessions outside of class, so it makes sense I could miss it.

We were locked in a staring match, she had me up against a wall, a part of my brain was begging me to let it melt from the rough treatment, my eyes kept trying to dart down, but thankfully that part of me can still be silenced when there is a threat.

I was the first to open my mouth, "Rachel what the hell?"

"I should be asking you that, what the fuck happened to you?! You dropped off the face of the earth and then walk back in without so much as a 'how ya do'?"

"Medical stuff, what's it matter?"

"It maters because I'm your friend! I was scared as fuck for you, ya' withdraw from our study group, barley talkin' in class. Start dating that guy, get hurt, start looking more and more fem, and then disappear, no one will tell me where you are, the campus account we used to schedule our study meetings returns errors, the guy you were dating shows back up with a new girl that looks and dresses like a BDSM porn tag, then I hear you dropped your courses sighting medical issues. NOW YOU'RE BACK and look like a smoke show, but now have what I can tell is an expensive ass day collar and showing clear signs of abuse!"

"We're friend's?" I was expecting people to have questions about all those things if they ever noticed, I just didn't expect it from one person. The only part that actually surprised me was the first part.

"YES!, or at least I thought so, even if you don't see it that way... I do. And I'd still be worried for you either way."

"We can be friends."

She seemed non-pulsed that I was focused on that, "I'm glad this didn't ruin that for you, but you're getting stuck on the wrong think here, If you are in trouble I can help. I should have taken you aside and had a talk with you when I saw your egg cracking... but by the time I built up the courage, you were gone. Girls like us are supposed to look out for each other... I did a piss poor job of that. There are too many out there looking to exploit us when we are still figuring things out."

My giggle seemed to throw her for a loop and she finally let me go and took a step back, look of profound cognitive dissonance plastered on her face. "Rach, its touching that you care, but I'm only in the amount of trouble I want to be. Let me give you the cliff notes and maybe I can make it up to you for my poor friendship."

We were both in trouble now, she wasn't a threat.

I stepped into her bubble this time and the mood in this empty room shifted.

As I stepped forward with each statement, she stepped back, "I was in Love with my best friend-"

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"I found out she liked girls-"

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"Sebastian helped me become one-"

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"I happily rocked his world for it-"

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"I met and trained his new GF-"

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"There was some miscommunication-"

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"We hate fucked about it-"

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"Avoided each other-"

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"I met a great girl on the rebound-"

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"She set me up for a reunion with my bestie-"

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"Bestie hate fucked me about it-"

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"I'm in love with them both-"

step, now she was against the wall and I had her hands pinned.

"All five of us are friends or dating now," My lips are by her ears when I whisper, "Every mark or sign that concerned you? I asked for, do you want me to show you how I make up with my friends?"

That whimper I got out of her made my knees weak, the nod and hesitant near growl that came from her in response to her own whimper told me she would be so much fun.

She hated feeling weak for that quarter second, but still loved how hot this was making her.

The way she breathed and had to stop herself from grabbing me as I pulled away?

God I was going to love breaking her in, she would be so fantastic with some confidence behind her.

She was dazed for a second as I walked away, but snapped out of it when she saw what I was holding.

"Hey wa-"

I tossed her phone back to her.

"The campus app couldn't handle it when I changed some things around, I put my direct number in there, message me and we'll hang out, I know this club you are going to love."

Right as I reached the door it was thrown open and Seb was standing there worried, face flush from running, "Oh thank god, are you ok? You weren't at our normal spot and the others hadn't heard from you." I melt into the hug he throws around me.

"Yeah, I just made a new friend," I turn my head towards her, "bye Rachel!"

A stunned "b-bye?" was the last I heard before I let Seb lead me out.

I'm sure he was planning to take me home, and I would have normally let him, but this had me riled up and Seb's dorm room was closer.

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Sarah was laying in my old bed reading when we got there.

We both froze for a second before I pushed through, this was part of why I made him take me here, we needed to finish some things.

We may have 'made up' but I needed my body to understand that.

"Sarah, I'm borrowing your BF, feel free to join in."

Seb gave her a 'what can ya do' shrug right before I pushed him on the bed and climbed on like old times.

I missed this, I needed this, I needed him.

And I told him as much.

Button by button.

Kiss by kiss.

I worshiped.

Him.

Us.

What I lost.

What I threw away.

What HE threw away.

All while his perfect GF watched.

Not moving from her spot, lust in her eyes.

Frozen indecision on her face, conflicted desire at war.

What I did, what happened here. It was trying to rush back.

But I was determined to wash that away with better memories.

"Hey, Kris, b- pet, whats wrong?"

When he tried to brush away a lone tear, with his thumb while holding my face like he used to, I fought the self hate that boiled up, he almost called me babygirl like he used to, but couldn't bring himself to.

I refused to let it or anything but my lust show.

My mouth consumed his thumb, teasing him by fellating it, before I broke off of it, "Nothing but memories, now shut up and either fuck me or let me serve you."

I could tell he was about to object and try to make us deal with this in some way I didn't want, but Sarah interrupted him, "Master, she needs this. Don't make it more complicated than that." She understood, we understood each other when it came to this.

Its why what we did to each other hurt so much, and why I needed this so much right now.

A better version of that night to focus on whenever I'd inevitably spiraled about it.

He seemed to understand, they were good for each other, she could communicate with him in ways I couldn't.

My fear and Doubts where finally washed away when he rolled us over and started kissing me like I remembered.

"Toy, tell Mistress Elizabeth I'm borrowing her Pet for the night, not the quick fuck I had planned," There we are, finally in the right headspace, "Then get over here, I want you to help me tease her while I tie her up."

A short moment later and Seb stops kissing and undressing me, handing me off to Sarah, who starts to kiss and tease me in her own way.

Light peck of a kiss, over and over, breath blowing across a line of them.

A timid meeting of our lips, tempting me to go deeper into her and take some control.

Nothing like that night.

First time she has touched me since then and its a timid lovers touch.

Her hands rove my body, light racks and teasing fingers as she removes what's left of my clothes.

Bra, Panties, and leggings join my skirt and blouse in a pile.

Somehow with her light touch, my nakedness feels so much more than it ever did before.

"I w-" my demand for her to not treat me like something that was going to break, was cut off with her finger on my lips.

"I know what you are after, and I might let that happen in the future, but tonight?"

She pauses as Seb starts attaching something I recognized to me.

"Tonight will be for more than that." Seb finished for her.

It's not any of the kink wear I expected, I didn't even expect him to still have it.

It was special rope that wouldn't chaff or itch, we never did rope play, we only used cushioned straps and light chains for that, he only used rope for when I was having a hard time and he wouldn't be able to be there as much as I needed.

There was no stress points or anchor points, it just applied light pressure over my body, when I moved it reminded me it was there, if I sat still if felt like a hug, like it was holding me together when I couldn't.

'So anytime you stress, you can feel this and know you're safe and mine.'

He said it could be worn under my clothes but I didn't get the chance.

He only started to do it near the end and only used it when I was really bad off.

The number of times would fit on one hand.

We were supposed to only be having a quickie before he had to go for some meeting with his Prof, something was wrong with me that night, I'd never needed aftercare from a quickie, that was part of the point of them.

Vanilla & quick but full of passion.

He called and told them he was going to run late, during aftercare Seb tied me up like this for the first time then held my head in his lap, playing with my hair as I calmed down.

He only left when I was felling better, the rope in place keeping me together for him.

Being tied in it again, with Sarah there to help?

I couldn't take it.

"No, Pet, stay."

His hand on my center chest might as well have been the hand of god for all I could move against it.

Sarah's whisper in my ear as they both laid on either side of me is what shattered my grip, "You are kind, you are good, and you are loved."

The way they caressed me and whispered love into me as I cried there?

I understood.

They did forgive me, they did love me-

and I didn't deserve them.

But that didn't mater because they still wanted me in their life.

Not in the shape any of us originally had in mind, but in a shape that mattered and was best for all of us.