Week 1: Mallory's Date, Part 3

Aífe woke up to a weight pressing down on her. She groggily opened her eyes to find Mallory snoozing on top of her, head buried in Aífe’s cleavage and her legs straddling one of Aífe’s. Aífe squirmed, trying to adjust to a position where she could breathe more easily while dealing with the very distracting sensation of Mallory’s nylon-clad thighs rubbing against her own. After a few moments, her movement woke her slumbering date, who drowsily sat up.

“What’s wrong, Aífe?” Mallory yawned, rubbing her eyes. Once she noticed where she was situated, she blushed and started getting off of the woman she’d just been using as a body pillow. “Sorry about that.” Mallory stood and stretched. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re very comfortable.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Aífe propped herself up on her elbows. “You were fine where you were except for the fact that I need to breathe. I’d prefer you to any of the weighted blankets I’ve tried in the past.” She finished sitting up and looked around. “How long were we asleep, anyways?”

“Hmm.” Mallory checked her watch. “About an hour and a half, I think.”

“Cool. We’ve still got a while to hang out before we need to head back, then.” Aífe stood and adjusted her swimsuit. “Do you wanna relax in the lake some more?” With a nod from Mallory, they both jumped back into the lake, spending some time leisurely floating around.

“Oh yeah,” Mallory spoke up after a little while, “should we go check and see how the laundry is coming along? We could always help them hang it up so they get done faster.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Aífe righted herself in the water. “Then we could spend some more time hanging out with them before we need to head back.”

They swam over to the side of the lake where the pond was located. From their position in the water, they could just barely make out the red, green, and blue of the mermaids’ hair.

“Hey!” Aífe called out to them. “How’s it going? Do you guys have much longer?” They turned to look at her, propping themselves up on their hands to get a better look.

“It’s still gonna be awhile!” Rain called back. “We’ve only got a couple minutes left for the wash, but we still have to hang it up to dry after that!”

“Do you want us to help with that?” Aífe offered and Mallory nodded her head in concurrence. “It’d make things go faster, at least!”

“We appreciate it, Lady Aífe!” Spring answered. “But you two are supposed to be focusing on your date!” They all started getting out of the pond, grabbing the soaking wet laundry as they went. “We’ve got this handled!” The mermaids waved them off.

Mallory and Aífe had just started swimming back toward the other side of the lake, when they suddenly heard two very loud voices coming from by the clothes lines.

“HEY RAIN, HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED THAT WE TOTALLY CAN’T SEE AROUND THAT BEND FROM OVER HERE!?” Brooke shouted, and the two date goers turned their heads to look first at her, followed by the far part of the lake she was pointing to. There was indeed a section that couldn’t be seen through the tree cover.

“I KNOW, RIGHT!? AND IT’S SUCH A LOVELY LITTLE SPOT!” Rain shouted back. “TOTALLY ROMANTIC! A PERFECT SPOT FOR A NICE, PRIVATE MOMENT BETWEEN LOVERS! AND WE DEFINITELY WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE ANYTHING IF MAL AND LADY AÍFE DECIDED TO SWIM OVER THERE!” Mallory and Aífe broke into a fit of laughter while Spring silently put her hand to her temple, shaking her head. Rain and Brooke were many things, but the words “subtle” and “good actresses” were not on the list.

Taking the hint, Aífe and Mallory began their leisurely swim over to the supposed romantic hideaway. As they rounded the bend, they found the lake narrowing quite quickly until it terminated at the mouth of a small cascade flowing down into a shallow pool, the pool itself flowing into a stream at the opposite end. A stone walkway divided the pool roughly a third of the way in when coming from the lake’s main body—they could see a familiar cobblestone path on either side of it, one leading deeper into the forest, and the other back towards the main path. It was unlikely they’d be visible from very far away on the path, however, as the foliage from a large willow tree formed a natural curtain. They’d most likely be completely undisturbed, so long as no one needed to cross the walkway—an unlikely occurrence, considering the only people nearby were the mermaids currently busying themselves with folding and hanging laundry.

Crossing over to the other side, they sat side by side in the shallow water, backs leaning against the cool stone. Beneath the water, Mallory’s hand found Aífe’s and she laced her fingers through the other girls, holding her hand. They leaned against each other, savoring the secluded atmosphere as the sound of babbling water filled the silence.

“This has been a really lovely date, Mal.” Aífe sighed contentedly.

“Please.” Mallory playfully scoffed. “I bet you say that to all the girls who’ve taken you out.”

“More or less, I suppose.” Aífe admitted. “But that doesn’t make it any less lovely. Besides, I don’t think I’ve been nearly as relaxed on any of my other dates, so far.”

“Really? It’s not like they were taking you skydiving. What happened that made those dates less relaxing?”

“Well, Erica took me to the gym halfway through, Aoba… let’s just say she threw me for a loop towards the end, and Cecilia is… Cecilia, I suppose.” Aífe listed her previous dates, counting them on her free hand. “But today was really nice—I got to spend it relaxing and having fun with a girl I like. Sure, having the mermaids around livened things up, but nothing that crazy happened, all things considered.” She paused. “God, I can’t believe I’m to the point where swimming with mermaids is towards the mundane end of things I’ve done on a date.”

“And this is only the first week, too.” Mallory removed her hand from Aífe’s before wrapping her arms around her. She rested her head on Aífe’s shoulder and put on a fake pout. “Still—don’t want you getting too relaxed, or you’ll sleep through even more of our next date than you did today. Maybe next week I should take you rock climbing.”

“Y’know, for some reason, I just can’t picture you rock climbing.” Aífe retorted. “As clumsy as you are, we should probably avoid activities where you’re at risk of breaking your neck.”

“Don’t be mean.” Mallory whined as she pinched Aífe. “Besides, I’ve only slipped once this week. Or twice, I guess, counting my entrance on that first night. I spent all day walking on the wet decking, and I didn’t slip once.”

“Fair.” Aífe acquiesced. “But I think there’s a pretty big difference between walking on a flat surface and climbing up a cliff.” They both chuckled before falling into a comfortable silence. Aífe broke the silence a few moments later. “It’s a shame that it took this set of circumstances for me to land a date. Would you believe me if I said I had been planning on asking you out if we hadn’t both gotten laid off back then?”

“Is that so?” Mallory tilted her head up to look at Aífe. She thought about it for a moment. “I probably would’ve said yes.”

“What?”

“I would’ve said yes.” Mallory repeated.

“Wait, really?” Aífe’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” Mallory sat up to look Aífe in the eyes. “Look, I know a you have a hard time thinking of yourself that way because you were in the wrong body, but trust me, you were the only one who thought you were ugly. And all of the traits that make me want to be around you now are traits that you also had back then. Sure, I’ll admit that you’re a lot cuter now, but a big part of that is that you’re more comfortable being yourself.” She placed her hands on Aífe’s cheeks. “All of those things that I liked about you before have gotten louder, but none of them are new.” She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Aífe’s lips. “I really don’t like it when people are mean to my friends, so please—stop being mean to yourself, past or present.”

Kissed the Mistress! +1 VP
First time bonus! +1 VP
Current score: 20 VP

She planted another kiss on Aífe, this one lasting longer. As she tasted Aífe’s lips a second time, she felt a warmth creeping up in her core. In all honesty, Mallory was surprised that she’d managed to keep her libido in check this long—given what she and Aífe were both wearing and what they’d been doing all day. While she’d made weak excuses to justify her choice of clothing to Aífe, the truth was that this outfit had nothing to do with her transformation, or rather—it wasn’t forcing her to dress this way. She’d always been curious what it would feel like to go swimming dressed in pantyhose. As much as the look and feel of them drove her crazy normally, she’d long wanted to know how they’d feel soaking wet. Sure, she could have always experimented at home, but another part of her desired the thrill of being seen like this, especially by a lover—potential or otherwise. Now that she’d experienced it, she was worried that she might not be able to go swimming any other way from now on.

The kiss broke, and Mallory’s eyes lingered on Aífe’s lips for a moment before trailing down—her slender shoulders, her large chest, her soft waist, and the delta nestled between her plump thighs—hidden under a layer of water and white fabric. Mallory’s thoughts were beginning to spiral, but she held her composure long enough to stand. Worried by the sudden change, Aífe stood as well.

“You know…” Mallory’s voice was low. Her hand cradled Aífe’s hip as she moved in behind her. Her touch and movement drew Aífe’s gaze and the redhead turned around to keep facing her. “Since it is just us here, soaking wet, barely clothed, in our own little hideaway…” She sat down on the stone walkway and looked up at Aífe while playfully pulling at the straps of her swimsuit. The look in her eyes betrayed little thought beyond the lust that was threatening to consume her. “Let me show you just how willing I am.”

“Mal…” Aífe’s eyes widened, and she got goosebumps as she stared, speechless, at the portrait of lust in front of her. Before Aífe could think of any argument, any reason why they shouldn’t, Mallory reached for her hand, pulling it in to rest on her breast.

The Mistress groped Mallory’s breast! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP

As Aífe let her momentum pull her closer to Mallory, she felt herself give in, letting the tide of Mallory’s desires wash her away. There was no reason to hold back, after all. The show wanted her to act. Mallory wanted her to act. Whether it was her experiences over the past few days wearing down her inhibitions or Mallory’s libido stoking her own, she accepted it and pressed her lips to Mallory’s. This kiss wasn’t gentle or sensual, this kiss was hungry. Her hands slipped Mallory’s breasts free of her swimsuit, lightly squeezing them and running her thumbs over the stiff peaks. Mallory wrapped her arms and legs around Aífe’s shoulders and waist as their tongues danced around each other. After a few minutes, Aífe broke the kiss, moving to Mallory’s neck, and then her collarbone. She moved her hands down to Mallory’s thighs, her fingers pressing lightly into the silky fabric and the supple flesh beneath it. The wet nylon was cold, but just beyond it, Aífe could feel an intense heat. She moved her head down further to kiss Mallory’s breasts as her hands slid up Mallory’s thighs to grab her shapely rear. She devoted all of her attention to Mallory’s breasts, licking, kissing, and sucking. She knew she was probably clumsy about it, but she wasn’t concerned with that at the moment, wanting to savor the taste and feel of Mallory’s boobs.

The Mistress groped Mallory’s ass! +2 VP
First time bonus! +2 VP
The Mistress sucked on Mallory’s nipples! +3 VP
First time bonus! +3 VP
Current score: 34 VP

After some period of time, they were suddenly shocked from their lustful haze by the sound of a branch snapping. They looked toward the source of the sound—Mallory having to crane her neck to look behind her—where they saw three heads poking in from the entrance of the hidden pool—one with red hair, one with blue, and one with green. Looking down, they saw a fallen branch on the ground beneath one of Brooke’s hands—she’d apparently tried pushing herself up to get a better look. A moment passed as both parties stared at each other.

“Sorryjustwantedtoletyouknowwefinishedwiththelaundryokaybye!” Spring rushed the words out before diving back into the lake in a panic. The other two quickly followed suit, stammering out hasty apologies and retreating.

With the mermaids gone, Aífe and Mallory stared awkwardly at each other, the sudden interruption serving as a metaphorical bucket of cold water that killed the libidinous mood. They quickly tidied their appearances before checking Mallory’s watch. It was close enough to when they should head back, so they decided to cut their losses and trek back to where they left their clothes. Once they arrived back at the deck, they found themselves once again at a loss.

“Mal, where’re our clothes?” Aífe asked, disappointed at the sudden turn the date had taken.

“Wait, there’s a note.” Mallory began reading it out. “Oops, it looks like we accidentally put your clothes with the rest of the laundry. Sorry about that. I guess you’ll have to walk back in your swimsuits. XOXO, Rain.” Mallory showed the note to Aífe. “And then she drew a winky face.”

“Yeah, that figures.” Aífe sighed. “Well, we might as well get moving.” Mallory nodded in agreement and they began walking back—Aífe very glad that Sera and her staff kept the cobblestone path so well-maintained, since she was walking barefoot. Though the air between them was still a bit awkward, they did at least hold hands as they walked.