Tell them to kiss, then tell them to act normally

This is surreal, more like a dream than reality. If this is a prank, they're going to **** lengths to play it; if this is a breakdown, it's one that everyone you've talked to but you shares. And if everyone you've interacted with has the same breakdown, then you must be the crazy one.

That's what the logical part of your brain is saying. But that's not the part of you that's tense, and the part of you that is nervous will be tense no matter what conclusions you've thought through. That part of you might need build up if you want to not tense up and panic at the weirdness of the situation you're living in.

"I can tell you to do anything?", you ask, nervously, as if they hadn't already answered that. "Then kiss."

They do, small pecks on the lips, tiny ones on the cheeks, with Ashley glancing at you after a few as if seeking your approval. "Deeper", you say, and she pulls Hannah in for a deep, long kiss on the lips. When she lets go and Hannah pulls up, both of them are gasping for air, but she still looks to you for approval again. Apparently she finds it, because she pulls Hannah in again.

You walk around the bed as they kiss, just taking in details. The tattoo of a rose on Hannah's arm is expected, and so are her tight, small muscles and ass. When she pulls up, you can see the side of her abs for a second, but with the angle of the bed, there's no way you can see her whole stomach. Abs weren't really unexpected, either - you've seen the way she exercises, and how she eats.

The room's well-lit in the same specific way as the kind of porn you favor.

"Hannah, take off Ashley's dress."

Hannah pushes herself off of Ashley, reaching for her thighs and rolling the dress up. The taller girl's wearing white lace underwear underneath, something designed to be flattering instead of comforting. Despite the position they're in, it slips off easily; as it does, as Hannah's hands pull it past Ashley's waist, the taller girl lets out a recognizable half-giggle bites.-snort. Ticklish?

Your crush has a tattoo. She notices you looking, and angles herself so you can see it more clearly. A butterfly, small, on her inner thigh.

Weirdly enough, that one particular thing causes your thoughts to crash again. Ashley's not the sort of person to get tattoos, you'd figured. She's always had this good-girl innocent charm to her, and in your fantasies...

In your fantasies about her, late at night, you might have imagined her doing things to you, or you doing things to her, but you haven't really thought about her having sex. When you imagine her naked, you imagine her in the place of some fantasy of yours. You haven't thought about how she actually has sex, the kinds of things that she specifically is into, the kind of things she and her girlfriend do, and the fakeness of this is more offputting than you'd expect. Lesbian sex definitely isn't about pleasing your watchful eye, except on a screen.

"Go naturally", you breathe out. "Do what you usually do to each other."

Ashley glances at you to confirm, as if wondering if you're being serious, but Hannah immediately slides her hands to the other girl's waist and her face to the other's breasts. As she slides off her girlfriend's panties, she leaves a trail of kisses, gentle at first, and then rougher. When Ashley unclasps her bra, she starts licking at the girl's nipples, and then she bites. One of her fingers, at the same time, have started working their way into the girl, clipped fingernails entering first and then the rest of her fingers up to her knuckles. She's working the other girl up.

"That's right", Ashley moans, no longer glancing at you. "Go on, you dirty - show me exactly how much you love my body. Tell me again who's in charge."

"You are", Hannah says, lifting her face for a moment before getting back to the bust. "You are, mistress."

"That's right. You're miii -" She cuts herself off with a moan.

Is this how they usually fuck? You never really thought of them as into that sort of talk, and you would have probably thought Ashley was submissive even if you did. Apparently not. Apparently you've missed a lot - you didn't notice the butterfly either.

Maybe you're just unobservant.

"Ashley, I want to know something", you say, and her head whips toward you.

"Did the three of us ever - did we ever have a threesome before?"

"No, it never ca-" Her moan interrupts. Does she actually do that, or is she putting on a show for you? "-ame up."

"And did you ever tell me before? Did you ever say, out loud, that you were interested in fucking?"

"No, it was obviousssss", she says. Hannah's moved down at this point, clearly satisfied with the facefull of boob she's gotten and looking to lick at a little more. She trails downward, kissing her - "her mistress's " - body until she gets between Ashley's thighs. "I didn't think we needed to."

You're having flashbacks to high school. Remember that one girl who liked you, and told you she liked you, and you thought she was joking so you laughed and she ran away crying?

You're unobservant. You were, and you still are - you didn't expect Ashley being the dominant one of the two girls, and you didn't expect her to have a tattoo.

That unobservant, though? You didn't notice something as obvious as them being down to fuck any time? So obvious that the old man shrugged off your friend stripping, as if even he could see she was down to fuck?

Well, you didn't believe them when they told you moments ago. Maybe that's why they're going to these lengths to show you, literally putting on a show to convince you they're serious. You're not going crazy, you're just being stupid and not accepting the obvious.

Hannah is eating your crush out now, energetically, with the girl being pleasured reaching her arm out to hold the other's head down.

You sit down next to them, and neither of them pay you any attention. Nervously, you reach out. Just a touch at first, running your hand along Hannah's back, feeling her small but obvious muscle. You slow down as you run it down her back, and when you reach the bottom of her spine, you run your finger along her tight cheeks. There's no doubt that you grew a little more erect there.

No negative reaction. No "Hah! We pranked you!" No real signs you were delusional, either.

You run your hand along Ashley's face next. Then, impulsively, when her lips open, you plunge a finger inside.

She doesn't freak out. With a glance at you and a smile, she wraps her lips around you and contentedly sucks your finger, even as she herself gets eaten out.

You're a lot more erect with that. Her breathing's faster now, rougher, and it's clear she's close to something.

You lay down next to her, just watching her eagerly being eaten out. Without thinking, while taking in the sight, you feel yourself reach down and pull your pants down. Your arm reaches out - are you really doing this? - and reach for the hand Ashley isn't using to hold Hannah down. That hand goes into your underwear, and with a nudge from you, she starts working your shaft. With a sly glance at you, and a huge smile, the girl of your dreams settles into a slow, steady rhythm that works you all the way to full mast.

She doesn't say anything as she orgasms. She's silent as she looks away from you. Her body shudders, her limbs twitching, her blood rushing to her face the way it does when she blushes at her own dorky jokes, and her eyes close completely. She still continues the handjob, undeterred.

Hannah looks up at her with a small, satisfied smile, and then looks at you as if wondering whether you want to be next.