Pamela and Bianca

Pamela watched as her friend rinsed off the last remnants of her bath, the water around her soapy with bubbles. She'd been staring for the past few seconds, noticing each telltale sign on the girl's body that indicated how flushed with arousal she was. Now that she knew how aroused her friend was, they were hard to miss.

Still, she'd promised she'd help and, well, what were friends for? While she couldn't make the girl cum, she could at least scratch the itch.

"Say, B" she started, making her way towards the wet girl.

"Hmm, what?" Her friend offered no resistance as Pamela grabbed her and led her to one of the larger rocks that made up their bathing pool. She gestured for the girl to sit and Bianca obeyed without any further questions.

"Oh, nothing" she grinned, opening her friends legs, "Just doing what I can to help."

Immediately understanding the Latina's intentions, Bianca blushed and glanced over at the houses next to their, eyeing the windows. "Um... Shouldn't we maybe go indoors for this?"

"Nonsense!" Pamela exclaimed, settling on her knees before the girl. "No one's going to bat an eye at a couple girls masturbating following their bath." She added with a wink before diving in, tongue out.

"But that won't he- Ooo, fuck." Her complaint was lost as her friend's mouth found her wet slit, joining it along with her fingers as the only things that have touched her cunt since she'd last seen Nick.

Pamela lapped like a girl in need, enjoyed the taste of her friend's frantic arousal. "Hmmm, cherry." She moaned, letting the girl know exactly fruit she was presently like. "Guess you don't need to go to the emergency."

Bianca giggled between moans at their old joke. This wasn't the first time her friend was between her legs; when they'd been living in residence and both were single, they'd often spend a couple of minutes, masturbating like this in private, in order to compensate for not having a boyfriend. Despite how willing men were to help, sometimes it helped to have someone else pleasure you, just to take the edge off.

Although, Bianca figured that with her accidental change now making all forms of female masturbation acceptable in public, Pamela probably remembered their joke a little differently.

She didn't care that what her friend was doing would most likely make things worst in the long run - Bianca was simply happy to have some temporary relief from the constant need she'd been feeling all weekend. Which is why she didn't stop Pamela as the minutes stretched, content to letting the girl help herself to her sex as long as she was willing to give.

Eventually, Pamela started slowing in her ministrations. Like her friend, she knew she wouldn't be able to make Bianca cum, but she knew all too well the agony of not needing a man to cum. Yet another reason she was thankful Thomas had blessed them with the ability to orgasm.

Half a dozen minutes after she'd started, her licks dwindled into kisses, which then turned into casual strokes as the Latina nuzzled the inside of her friend's thighs. Bianca sighed happily, disappointed that the pleasure was gone but cherishing the memory; using its strength to hold the tide at bay.

"Thank you" she whispered, sincerely grateful to her friend.

"Of course!" Pamela smiled as she used the pool water to clean her face. Her face suddenly turned serious, dropping all pleasantries. "Do you love him?"

Bianca stopped herself from rearing back in shock from the intensity of the question. "Who, Nick? Yeah, of course I do."

The other girl nodded in understanding. "Good."

And Bianca watched as her friend strutted naked back into the house, feeling hopeful for the first time since the start of the weekend.

Pamela was on a mission of redemption.

Ever since the four of them had found the World Processor, nothing had gone her way. Things with Alex had flopped, first off, which should have been her first clue that the infernal machine was anything but a blessing. She turned herself and all girls not only into creatures always on the prowl for sex but also physically perfect and attractive for life - a change that sounded good on paper but, having now experienced it, wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She still felt like she didn't understand her own body, and wondered if she ever will.

But the worst was what she'd done to the men. She'd made them bold, always willing to speak their minds and making it entirely within their rights to go up to a woman and offer to fuck them, as though they were doing her a favor. Which, of course, they were. She'd made it that way.

This time however, it would be different. She'd already accepted her place as Thomas' lover and she wasn't about to have her best friend succumb to him the same way she did. The fact that girls became enamored when they caught sight of a large dick wasn't natural anyway. There's no way it could be; not after seeing what it had done to her friend Bianca. Not after hearing what she'd been going through while she'd been combing the girl's hair.

Somehow, reality must have changed in order to make things that way. Somehow, she knew it was her fault.

So she vowed to fix it. Love conquers all, right? The line was cheesy but it must have some basis in reality. Unless that had changed too. Fuck.

Either way, it was the one option she had. Her only option. She'd experienced that dick first hand. She knew that the longer Bianca went without sex, the more appealing Thomas would become. And then, whatever love she had for Nick would be moot.

Unless Pamela empowered that love; made it the driving **** behind Bianca's strength to resist Thomas. She would never fuck him, because she was in love.

0005: Girls are fiercely loyal to what they love.

As she made the change, she knew she herself was gone. She felt it change within her, a loyalty so strong, so fierce, that she could never betray it. She didn't love Thomas, Pamela was sure of that. No, she loved his dick. And if before she wasn't sure, she now knew with certainty that she'd do anything for it. Anything.

She just hoped the sacrifice was worth it.