Marianne welcomes Mackenzie

The door opened abruptly and Mackenzie found herself grabbed by the hand and pulled inside. Marianne pinned her against the wall, with her leg stuck between the redhead's thighs, and pressed her knee up. Instead of feeling her friend's eager and wet pussy, it met the hard metal of the belt and Mackenzie moaned softly as she helplessly tried to rub herself against Marianne's leg, grabbing her waist, while her friend took stock of her outfit.

Walking the two miles between her home and Marianne's had provided Mackenzie with time to think. Unfortunately for her, the determined musings on persuading Marianne gradually made way to an increased awareness of the belt's presence. It wasn't that the belt was uncomfortable - on the contrary, it was pleasantly snug. But while it felt like a cozy hug on her hips, it was entirely different on her mound: the silicone lining that prevented the metal shield from chafing felt like a firm and delicate hand cupping her pussy all the time. She didn't notice it while she was sitting down, or even moving a little around the house, but walking for longer than a couple of minutes made her notice how the belt shifted slightly with each step, as if she was constantly caressed.

With Mackenzie already horny and frustrated from wearing the belt, the snug feeling and the constant caress while she walked just added fuel to the fire. She had briefly reconsidered her choice of walking to Marianne's and sought to get a cab, only to discover that there weren't any cabs available on that Sunday morning in their neighborhood. She had thought of going back home, but that would have forfeited any chance of getting out of the belt. So she had pressed forward, walking gingerly, which, unconsciously for her, meant a more and more pronounced wiggle in her walk.

By the time she got to Marianne's, Mackenzie needed relief more than anything. So when Marianne pinned her against the wall and pressed her knee up, all that Mackenzie could think of was to desperately rub herself against her friend's leg, an utterly futile exercise. "Aren't you eager, Kenz?" Marianne pressed her palm on Mackenzie's right breast, feeling her nipples, painfully hard. "Ouch" said Marianne wryly. "Better be careful not to cut my finger with those." Mackenzie simply moaned under her friend's touch, unable to control herself.

"Come on in" said Marianne, as she let Mackenzie go free. "Let me tell you how this would play out..."