Some fun.

"I don't think you'd like the answer to that one," Naomi said with a laugh. "But enough of all this, let's have some fun! I already told you I'm yours to command, so boss me around! Make me do something!"

"Like what?" Natalie said. Naomi saw that she was gaining ground, slowly getting Natalie used to the idea of being in complete control. She decided to push it a little farther.

"It's no fun if I come up with it! Think of something I really, really hate. It'll be fun!"

"Ok," Natalie replied. "Come sit next to me."

"Aye-aye!" Naomi hopped over the couch and flopped down next to her girlfriend. "What can I do for you?"

"Do a sexy striptease." Natalie knew that Naomi hated acting sexy. She was bubbly and fun and outgoing but she always felt silly when she tried to be seductive. Even wearing lingerie felt "goofy" in Naomi's words. She expected Naomi to blush and hesitate, but was surprised when Naomi's expression shifted from a friendly grin to a coy smile and she stood to face Natalie.

Without a word, Naomi kicked her wedges carelessly off to one side and started to sway. She pulled out her phone and with a few taps and swipes, Marvin Gaye was singing Sexual Healing. She set the phone aside and put her hands on her hips, swaying rhythmically to the music. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down slightly to reveal a glimpse of her bright red panties.

Natalie was entranced. She had never seen this side of her partner; it felt almost scandalous, like cheating on Naomi with Naomi. Naomi was grinding her hips to the music as she unbuttoned and slowly slid her shorts down her long, toned legs. With her eyes closed and her lips parted sensually, it looked like she was in her own world. Natalie's eyes traced the curves of her body as she danced, her movements picking up speed with each item discarded.

The next to go was her blouse. Naomi slowly, erotically unbuttoned it, thrusting out her hips, then her chest, then her ass to the beat of the song. When she reached the final button, she suddenly stepped closer to Natalie. Natalie felt the glowing heat of her girlfriend's sex as she straddled Natalie's right knee and tossed her shirt aside. Naomi reached up and released her ponytail, causing her long hair to cascade down her back before she began to whip it around to the tune of the song.

Natalie was breathing hard. She'd never actually been to a strip club or seen anyone strip and it was quite a bit more intense than she imagined. Naomi opened her eyes and peered through her hair with an expression of unbridled lust. "Oh babe," she said huskily. "I forgot how to do this next part. Do you think you could help me?"

The old Naomi would have never gotten those words out without laughing. She was so self-conscious when it came to this stuff and always ended up just making jokes. This time, though, she was deadly serious. Natalie reached up to the front clasp of Naomi's bra and unhooked it, letting her breasts swing free. Somehow, the sight of these tits that she'd seen regularly since 9th grade was overwhelming. She sucked in breath as an electric tingle pulsed between her legs and Naomi casually slid the bra off.

"Only one thing left," Naomi said. She delicately slid them down, revealing an already moist slit buried in a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair. "Now," she asked as she dangled the panties in Natalie's face, "you've unwrapped your present. What do you wanna do with it?"