Things are heating up.

Jennifer and Angela chatted for a bit longer before heading inside, the cooler temperature becoming a bit much for their skimpy clothing. Angela started bustling around the kitchen getting a brunch together while Jen sat at the kitchen table working on her laptop. The girls hadn’t exactly brought a hearty supply of food with them, originally having only planned to eat in the cabin for light breakfasts and lunches before going out to the nearby town for dinner and drinks. Pastel’s new dress code had disincentivized that approach, however, unless they wanted to deal with near-constant attempts to order them around. While this probably wouldn’t mean much to Jen or Mary given their significantly above-average partners, Angela might not even get to have a drink other than cum if they went to a bar in their current state.

Jen was almost done putting together a curbside pickup order for them when Angela’s sudden and loud moaning snapped her attention away from the screen and toward the quivering blonde’s delightful figure. She couldn’t help chuckling as she watched her friend struggle to continue making breakfast over the vibrator’s humming away inside her. As soon as it started, Ange’s knees had slightly buckled, leaving her pressed against the counter trying to hold onto the eggs and bacon she was about to start cooking. Jen watched with amusement as Ange’s ass lightly jiggled while she tried to regain her composure. “Tried” was the key word, considering that the vibration only continued to intensify. And so did the poor woman’s moaning.

“Damn, Ange. You really are a hot little remote control slut.”

Ange carefully put down the bacon and eggs before responding, slowly walking across the kitchen to get a frying pan. “OOOooooh, shUUut UUUUP!”

Jen smiled as Ange turned to retrieve the pan from the lower cabinet, noting the moisture gradually becoming noticeable running down Ange’s thighs. “Why are you even trying to make breakfast like that? You’re clearly getting driven up the wall, babes.”

“Oooooooh!” Ange couldn’t help but slamming the pan onto the stove and gripping at the countertop as the powerful egg further increased its pulsing inside her. Her legs nearly gave out on her, leaving her on the tips of her high heels while her thighs clenched as hard as they could. “It’s becauuuuse IIIT’s an ORDER.” She managed to squeal out.

Jen couldn’t help but laughing at the poor woman in front of her. “Are you kidding me? Pastel’s boyfriend ordered you to keep trying to go about your day even when he buzzes you? Wait, is that just for you or for all the girls in your neighborhood? Either way, oh my god, that’s so funny.”

Ange bit her lip and nodded her head. “Mmmmhhhhmmmm. All of us hAAAAve to trYYYY keeeeeeep up app-app-PPEEARANCES.”

Jen just couldn’t resist anymore. She’d always been bi and always found Angela very attractive. Seeing her in a red micro bikini struggling in an unwinnable battle against a vibrator like this was just way too hot. She had to ask. “So, Ange… I know you know I’m bi, and so I’m guessing you know how hot you look right now too, so…”

Ange spun around to face Jen quickly, her tits practically jumping out of the tiny micro bikini top. The swift motion turned out to be a terrible idea though, as the pleasure from the sudden shift turned out to be too much for her. She collapsed down into a squat, her arms reaching behind her for support as she balanced on her ridiculous heels. “JEnnIfeeeer!”

“What? Sue me. You look so fuckable right now. I’m just wondering if maybe you want to… get some help getting over the hill. You’re clearly close.”

Angela couldn’t deny that. She was moaning like a true slut, and the vibe was clearly on a pattern trying to keep her on edge as long as possible. Was this an offer she should take? “PHONE.”

Jen got up and stood in front of Angela, looking down at the shaking blonde in front of her. She handed Ange her phone. Angela sent a quick text and stared at the screen intently. A few moments later Jen heard the ding of an incoming message and Ange instantly shouted “YES OH GOD YES.”

Ange wasn’t thrilled when Jen’s Cheshire Cat smile formed in response to her desperation. “I know that vibe and that pattern. It’s going to keep you on edge as long as it can and it won’t stop either for thirty minutes or it feels you cum. Really hot, really fun for wild nights out, but not so convenient if you’re not in charge.” Jen leaned down placing a finger under Angela’s chin as she continued. “Believe me, I know. After I fuck Eli sometimes Jason makes me use that model too. I know exactly how…” Jen ran her finger into Angela’s cleavage, snagging the bottom string of her barely-there bikini and pulling it up to expose her tits “… frustrating it can be.”

Ange fought to hold back even lewder moans. Goddamnit, Jen. Why are you trying to domme me when I just need your fucking fingers?! Once again, she failed to hold back her moans when Jen bent down even further and started playing with her nipples. “Aaaah!”

“I have deal for you, little pet.”

Oh you fucker you know I hate it when you call me that.

“You eat me out, and once you get me off I’ll help you out a little, hmm? I won’t order you to do it. You have to choose to. But if you don’t then you’re not getting my help.”

The pounding in her pussy was too strong for Ange to think otherwise. “FuckIIIng FIIIINE!” Jen lightly twisted Ange’s nipples in approval.

Jen stood back up, spreading her legs and pulling her thong to the side. Ange struggled into a kneeling position, slightly leaning forward to get her lips in position below Jen. She sat up slightly and started to lick Jen’s pussy. The buzzing between her legs was so, so hard to ignore in this position—she couldn’t just kneel and rest, she had to keep her legs bent at an acute angle to keep her tongue lapping away at Jen’s clit. She wasn’t sure which of them was moaning more as she fully got into the rhythm.

Lick, lick, slurp. Lick, lick, slurp. Moan. Lick, slurp, moan. Lick. Lick. Lick.

“God, you’re SOOOOO fucking goooood.” Jen grabbed Angela’s hair and pulled the blonde’s pussy-soaked face into her crotch. Her thighs squeezed around Ange’s face as she roughly began grinding into her tongue. “FUUUUCK you are SUCH a good ToOOoy!” Ange moaned louder too as the vibe began pulsing between maximum and minimum vibration settings. Ange could tell Jen was close. She lapped away Jen’s clit, gulping back anything that got in her way.

She was so confused when Jen pulled her face away from her target just when she thought the curvy goth was about to cum. “Not yet, pet. Crawl over to the table and get to work under there. I’ll finish our order while you work away.”

*Click.*

Ange let out a combination groan and moan as the order clicked in her head. She whimpered her way over on her hands and knees, rolling her eyes as Jen fully undid her bikini top. The command to keep crawling overrode her desire to collect it, forcing her to let it to fall crumpled on the floor as she took her place licking away once more below the kitchen table.

Jen had no intention of working on the grocery list, however. She had no desire to let this opportunity go to waste. Instead, she clicked “confirm cart” and pretended to keep working to draw things out as long as she could. But Ange had always been good with her tongue. For the second time in a few minutes, Jen could feel herself on the edge.

She came right as the door swung open and a cum-covered, naked Mary stumbled in.

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Angela was pissed. Her face was covered in Jen’s juices, her vibrator was still keeping her on edge, and Jen still hadn’t done anything to help her. She was sitting on the couch while Jen had taken Mary upstairs to help clean her up and put her to bed. When Jen finally came downstairs, she was treated to the lovely view of the still topless Ange helplessly squirming in her seat with pleasure.

“Ange, why haven’t you just fingered yourself yet?”

“I CAN’T YOU GOTH BIMBO!”

Jen jokingly facepalmed. “Oh, I guess that makes sense.”

Ange’s brow furrowed despite her condition. “No, duh, JEEEEn! I can only dooooooo it foooooor someooone ELSE’s ENJOYMENT!”

Jen nodded. “Makes sense your new neighborhood management would want you on edge, I guess.”

“Are you fucking finally going to heeeelp MEEE?”

“Sure, little pet.” Jen sat on the opposite L-shape of the large couch and her smile returned. Angela quickly figured out what she was about to say next. “You’re welcome to touch yourself for as long as you eat me out.”

Ange rolled her eyes and got to her knees. She needed it too badly to argue.

Lick, lick, slurp.