Acceptance

"Make my mother want me." Christie said, flatly.

"Oh, um... do you really want me to do that? That's... kinda gross." Amber said, making a face. Mrs. Garcia was attractive, sure, but did Christie really want her like that...?

"Oh that's shitting GROSS Ambs, what the damn?" Christie looked at Amber shocked. "I didn't mean like that you perv, I mean like, use your magic satan powers and make her accept me as her daughter!"

Amber looked confused. "What do you mean? You're already her daughter."

"No, I mean..." Christie looked at Amber with tears forming in her eyes. "make her want me, even though I'm a lesbian. Even though I'm not perfect like she wants. Make her... make her love me."

Amber didn't hesitate, not even nearly as long as she probably should have. "Of course, of course I will Christie!!! I absolutely promise!" She threw her arms around her friend, holding Christie as she began to cry. "Oh, I would have done that anyways if you'd just asked..." Amber murmured.

After a few minutes of Christie quietly crying, Amber lifted her chin. "I'm gonna do it right now, okay? Wanna watch?"

Christie sniffled and nodded. "What about the whole not touching you thing?" she asked.

"Oh." Amber was surprised. "I guess I forgot about it? I don't know. Maybe it was a one time thing, or the situation or something? I don't really know what's going on." She smiled at Christie. "I'm glad I could hug you though. Now let's get to some devil worshipping!"

"Oh boy!" Christie laughed, sitting close to her friend as they both pored over her prayer book. Amber was careful to open to a new page, making sure Christie wouldn't see the prayer about herself on the page.

"So how's it work, exactly?" Christie asked.

"Uhhh... I'm not totally sure." Amber responded. "But what I've been able to work out is that I write my prayer in here, and it gets answered."

"Just like that?"

"Uh huh, just like that. Welllll... almost. After I write it..." she paused for dramatic effect. "I have to sin." She smiled excitedly at Christie.

"Fuck, so like... this is the real deal then, huh? Like it won't work unless you sin?"

"Yep!" Amber said, excitement in her voice. It just felt so good to be talking through it with someone else.

"Fuckin' A." Christie looked up at Amber suddenly. "Wait, what do you normally do? Like, to sin?"

Amber blushed. "Well, I, uh... um... normally..." she stammered.

Christie giggled. "C'mon, tell me, I'm your friend!" she poked Amber.

"I kinda... touch myself?" Amber said hesitantly. Christie immediately fell quiet.

Amber looked at Christie. She was breathing heavily, and gulped loudly as she stared at Amber. Her eyes flicked for the briefest moment down Amber's body before meeting back at Amber's face. When she spoke, her voice was husky.

"Wow... that's... super hot."

Amber felt cautious, but also somehow powerful. Here she was, commanding the attention of this girl with only the thought of her touching herself. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted to tease.

"Yeah. Do you... want to watch?" She said carefully, eyeing her friend's expression.

The reaction was immediate. Christie's eyes seemed to double in size as her pupils dilated, and they flicked over her body madly, before quizzically meeting hers. Amber could see Christie's chest rise and fall as she began to pant lightly, nearly overcome with lust. "Y-yessss...." Christie whispered lightly, as though afraid she would shatter the moment.

Amber suppressed a giggle, grinning evilly at her friend. Without saying a word she slowly slipped her hand into her top, lightly squeezing her breast. The atmosphere in the room was electric. Christie was riveted to Amber's chest, watching the rise and fall of her flesh through the tight fabric of Amber's top as she played with her tits.

Amber was excited, almost more excited than she'd ever been. She felt powerful, in control, and above all else... sexy. She let out a light moan and felt thrills as Christie gasped in response. She slowly slipped a hand down her shorts to her pussy, already soaking wet.

"Oh fuccckkk..." she moaned, as her fingers brushed her clit.

Christie made a noise that was a cross between a squeal and a whimper as she watched her longstanding crush beginning to masturbate in front of her. It was too much. She slowly leaned in, lips inching towards Amber's, hands reaching to caress her body.

"Fucking stop right there." Amber commanded. It wasn't a cold angry command, but it was forceful, and Christie immediately froze. Amber felt another surge of excitement. And... pride? Here she was, a sexual queen, commanding the girl that she had always looked up to. Using only her body and her words, she could control this woman to do anything she liked. And she wanted to see how far she could go.

"Sit back." Christie's eyes lifted to Amber's, an unspoken question in them.

"NOW." Amber said sternly. Christie yelped, sitting back immediately.

"Do you want to keep watching?" Amber asked slyly.

"Y-yes, yes yes PLEASE" Christie pleaded, desperately and frantically.

"Then fucking do as I say."

"Yes ma'am." Christie's body shook with anticipation. She couldn't control it, barely believed what was happening. She had waited so long for a moment like this. She didn't know what to say, what to do, how to act. She just knew she needed to obey. So she did. Before she even realized it, the words were out of her mouth. She was submitting. To her best friend. The awkward ugly girl no one had liked. Christie was obeying her every whim for the chance to watch her cum. Christie swallowed, waiting to see what would happen next -- her eyes glued to Amber's hand moving under her shorts.

"Good." Amber felt urges she'd never had before. Urges to control, to dominate, to corrupt, to shame. So many possibilities whirled through her mind as she looked at her friend. In this moment she was nothing more than a pawn. A plaything. Amber smiled at the fear mixed with awe in Christie's eyes. She wanted to be looked at like that all the time.

"Take your shirt off. Now."

Christie responded immediately, peeling her shirt off over her head. She wore a simple bra, struggling to contain her chest. Her breasts weren't massive, but they were large for her frame and it was obvious that the bra was too small.

"Show me your tits." Amber's voice was slowly growing husky, as arousal began to flood her mind. Where a moment ago had swirled plans of toying and playing now lingered only pleasure. Amber wanted to feel good. And this was making her feel good.

Christie unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. They jiggled as they fell, and Amber felt her eyes follow them almost of their own accord. It wasn't without reason that Amber had envied her friend all these years: Christie was quite pretty. But Amber was more so. Her body surpassed Christie's in all respects except these beautiful tits. Amber's brow furrowed as she felt a flash of anger. Where the fuck did Christie get off having such nice tits? Amber deserved those tits.

Amber sneered at her friend. "Take all your fucking clothes off if you want to keep watching me."

Christie complied, pushing her pants and underwear off until she was naked on the bed across from Amber. "Do you like what you see?" Amber asked, and edge to her voice. "Do you like watching me play with my pussy? Does my body turn you on?"

Christie hesitated before answering, the desperation palpable in her voice. "I shitting love it so much Ambs... seeing you like this, so... so sexual.... I can't hardly stand it. You turn me on so much. My pussy aches just looking at your beautiful body. Even with your clothes on just seeing you does things to my body..." She trailed off as she caught a strange look in Amber's eye.

Amber was staring down at Christie's exposed pussy, a haughty and lustful look on her face. "Show me then." Amber said, eyes roaming her friend's body. "Show me how much you like watching."

Christie had been waiting for this moment, and she quickly began to touch herself, rubbing her pussy to the sight of her friend masturbating. She pinched her nipple and lifted her breast to her mouth, stretching out her tongue to lick it. She stared at Amber the entire time, eyes searching for the little jerks as Amber felt pleasure, ears listening for the moans whenever the pleasure spiked in intensity.

The girls stayed like this, eyes locked on each other, bodies beginning to speed up, and moans filled the air.

"Yeah" Amber gasped "my tits make you want to fuck yourself, don't they?"

"Yes!" Christie moaned.

Their pace increased and so did the intensity, hot breaths and panting being pierced by moans of pleasure.

"My ass makes your pussy wet with desire, doesn't it?"

"Yes Ambs, yes!" Christie fell backwards, thrusting into herself while laying on her back.

Amber could feel her orgasm building, and she could see Christie's building as well. She felt a pang of jealousy staring at this girl writhing in pleasure.

"My body makes your needy little cunt throb, doesn't it you fucking perv?"

"Aa-aaah!" Christie cried out "Yes ma'am yes it does!!"

Amber lifter herself to her knees and moved closer. She was nearly leaning over Christie as she frigged herself, feeling envy and arousal mixing within her.

"You don't deserve me do you? To even look at me? You don't deserve this you pathetic wreck, do you?" Amber spoke with venom, feeling darker urges take ahold of her. She knew she should probably stop, that she might cross a line, but she didn't care.

"No ma'am, no! I don't deserve this!" Christie stared up at Amber, a quivering mess of sensation.

"Good." Amber knelt bent down towards Christie's face, both girls rubbing themselves frantically as their bodies began to tighten. "Because you will never. fucking. have me."

Both girls came violently.

As they came down from their heights, Amber sighed with satisfaction. She felt good. Not only did she get to cum, but doing it with Christie, doing what she had done TO Christie... it was fun. Maybe they could do it again for the next prayer.

"Well, we'd better get going. I want to get to the church and fuck up that priest!" She said with a giggle.

She was interrupted by a wail from Christie. Amber was startled to see her friend weeping, curled up naked on the bed.

"D-did you mean what you said?" Christie choked out. "Ab-bout never having you?"

Amber was taken aback. What was she supposed to say? "Umm... yeah? I mean, I'm not... like that. You know? I'm not really into--" She was interrupted by another wail.

"Wh-What the SHIT Amber?" Christie sobbed. "What the SHIT was that?!?"

"What do you mean? I was just trying to he--"

"What was with the fucking TEASING? YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU!" Christie accompanied the exclamation by throwing a pillow at Amber from the other side of the bed. "Why would you DO this to me?! THAT'S SO SHITTING CRUEL!"

"w-well I don't know, I saw you liked me telling you what to do, and maybe got a bit carried away, and--"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"What?"

"GET THE SHIT OUF OF MY ROOM!"

Amber stood, unsure what to do. "What do you mean get out? What the fuck Christie? I helped you like you wanted, what is this?"

"GET THE DAMN AWAY FROM ME YOU JERK!"

Initially confused, Amber began to get angry. "What the hell is this? You said you wanted to watch! You said you wanted this!" Amber grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it back at her friend. "You said you'd take me to see the priest? Well?

"The deal's shitting off!"

"What the FUCK Christie? I only did this to help you! I only did this because you wanted your mom to like you! YOU FUCKING ENJOYED IT YOU SICK FUCK! And now you won't even help me like you promised? Some fucking friend YOU are!"

The room fell silent, aside from Christie's subdued sobs and Amber's angry panting. Christie's next response was quiet.

"Get the fuck out of here and don't come back."

Amber didn't know what to say. Christie was going to act like this was HER fault? She was trying to HELP. "FINE!" She shouted. "Is that what you want? FINE! But just know that... " Amber grasped for some ultimatum, something she could hurt Christie with, anything. "Just know what you'll NEVER see my body and NEVER have me. But others will! You'll just never be one of them! And..." Amber paused. Even in her rage she knew she was about to step way over the line. "And you're crazy! stuff like this is why your mom hates you!" She spun on her heel and slammed the door behind her. Before she realized what was happening, she was out of the house and running down the street. She made it a couple of blocks before she broke down, falling to her knees on the side walk and bursting into tears.