Tensely

Author's note: Hey all, It's me again! In case you didn't see from the first chapter, I saw this story and it doesn't look like it belongs to anybody. It's TOTALLY my kink, so uh... I'm gonna run with it. If you want to suggest anything, feel free! This is the first of my own chapters, so from here on out... constructive criticism all the way!

Amber woke groggily to the the feeling of cold. Her body shivered as she felt the cold morning air pass over her skin. As she sat up she realized her body had twisted out of the sleeping bag, along with most of her shirt. She felt exposed, ****.

Amber quickly glanced up at the couch, stifling a yelp as her face was inches from Christie's. Her mind froze and she began to panic as the previous night's events rushed back to her. Her pulse and breathing slowed as she realized that Christie's eyes were closed -- she was dead asleep, dangling awkwardly half off the couch. How did she manage to sleep in such an uncomfortable position? Amber slowly pulled her shirt back over her breasts, taking care not to wake Christie.

She thought through the day, frowning as she recalled that she and Christie were committed to church today. She used to love church, but with her recent revelations, she dreaded going. There was nothing for her there, her new master wasn't in that building. She paused as she realized a problem: she hadn't anticipated going to church this morning, so the clothes she packed were FAR too racy. Amber had felt excited as she packed them, eager to show off her new body in sexy clothes to her best friend. Amber winced, glancing back at Christie. THAT show definitely wasn't going to be happening any time soon. Still, Amber didn't have anything else to wear, and Christie wasn't her size. She rose slowly, going to her bag and pulling out her change of clothes.

She fished out a thin pair of shorts, a tight spaghetti strap camisole, and of course, the pink thong she had packed. Amber groaned inwardly. These were basically pajamas, intended for a slow day staying in with Christie. Instead she would be going to church of all places! What would she do?

She glanced back to the bag, a small grin growing as she saw her prayer book lying on top. She had stuffed it in at the bottom, but for some reason that didn't seem to stop this little book. She grinned as she carried her clothes and the book with her into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.

Amber stripped immediately, peeling her clothes off of her lithe form. She admired herself in the mirror, running her hands up and down her body before one hand found it's way to her breasts and the other to her slit. She moaned softly, pinching and squeezing herself as she gave into the now familiar feeling of lust. She was desirable, she was beautiful... for the first time in her life she was wanted.

Images flashed through her mind: Jack salivating after her, men turning to view her in the street. She felt her pussy lips moisten, and she slipped a finger inside, moaning at the feeling and thoughts she was experiencing. She felt carried away -- experiencing the thoughts more than thinking them. Amber sped up as more visions penetrated her mind: not just men, but women desiring her, ripping open their blouses for her touch... Olivia's face stuffed between her legs... Amber's mother cumming from beautiful slender fingers rubbing her clit.

Amber blinked, shaking her head slightly as the thoughts pressed in on her. She didn't... she didn't really want this... she... wasn't like that...

Amber's resistance faded as her hand slipped another finger into her sopping wet folds. She didn't care what she thought, the feelings were too good. Whatever it took to feel this good was worth thinking. She thought of her father, taking her as she stood in the bathroom in front of him, doing all the things he had said he'd do to her. She gasped as her fingertip brushed the perfect spot, struggling to balance herself as she rubbed it furiously. She imagined Christie last night, unable to stop herself. Plundering Amber's body and taking what she wanted. Amber's beauty breaking her resistance as she gave into the ultimate taboo...

Amber came hard on her fingers, shaking against the bathroom door. As the euphoria faded, she felt... dirty. Like she had done something incredibly wrong. The thoughts... they weren't... right. They were wrong. _Sinful. _The word bounced around her head, leaving little but a growing excitement. Who cares what she had thought? They were just thoughts, and they felt good in the moment. Besides, sinning was her goal. With a small grin she opened her prayer book and wrote:

I pray that my outfits won't be criticized, only admired.

She began to dress, pulling the thong up between her legs and against her wet pussy. It hugged her perfectly now, emphasizing her hips and ass. She turned to admire herself, spanking and pinching her butt to get a feel for what it looked like. "I like this", she thought, flashing a hauntingly charming smile at herself in the mirror. She shimmied her way into a thin and soft pair of shorts, enjoying the way the fabric was stretched tight over her legs and ass. She pulled her camisole over her head, dragging it down just above her belly button. It hugged her tightly, with just a hint of her skin tone coloring the tight white fabric. She winked at herself, checking out her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the camisole.

"Fuck, I look hot." She thought, laughing as she turned to exit the bathroom.

As she walked back to the living room, she noticed Christie sitting up, preparing to get ready for church. As she glanced at Amber her jaw dropped.

"Shitting fuck, you look shitting SEXY."

Christie's face immediately turned bright red as she stammered out an apology: "I-I'm sorry, I did-didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out. I'm not gonna try anything you just look good and oh god I'm so sorry please don't hate me --"

Amber interrupted her stream of words. "It's fine, okay? I know I look good. You can enjoy the sight, just... don't touch me." Amber felt tense. The entire sentence came out far more sternly than Amber had intended, but... on reflection she meant it. She didn't feel safe around Christie. Not like she used to. Maybe... maybe she should just stay away for a bit. Until things got back to normal.

Christie fell silent, staring down at the floor. "Yeah, um... I said I was sorry, I just... yeah... um... sure. Sure thing Ambs."

Amber felt a pang of guilt as she saw the crestfallen look of her best friend, followed by anger. Why should she feel sorry for Christie? After what she had done she was lucky Amber hadn't called the cops or something!

"Cut it with the 'Ambs' crap, okay? No more silly nicknames. My name is Amber."

Christie looked shocked. Hell, Amber was even shocked at herself. She had sounded forceful... authoritative...

cruel.

Why... why did it feel so good to be cruel?

Christie swallowed before standing in silence and collecting her sleeping things. She shuffled to the door, sniffling, and Amber heard an unusual quaver in her voice when she whispered as she walked out of the room: "I'm so sorry Amber..."