Drafted from the Sidelines
I was sprawled across my beanbag chair, scrolling mindlessly through my phone while Ginger sat cross-legged on her bed, highlighting a textbook. The dorm room smelled of vanilla candle and the faint, stale scent of microwave popcorn from our late-night snack.
"Hey, Gin," Renee said, her voice a low purr from her desk chair. She was holding up a silver chain, from which dangled a multifaceted crystal that caught the lamplight, throwing tiny rainbows across the ceiling. "You still up for practicing? I really want to get the induction down before the midterm."
Ginger marked her page and set the book aside. "Yeah, sure. But Kait has to stay." She shot me a look. "No offense, Ren, but I'm not letting you mess with my head without a spotter."
I laughed, not looking up from my phone. "No problem. I'll make sure you don't start clucking like a chicken."
"Perfect," Renee purred, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "Just watch. You might learn something. Now, Ginger, look right here. Just focus on the crystal."
I glanced up, curious. Ginger was already leaning forward, her eyes fixed on the swinging pendant. Renee moved her wrist in a slow, steady arc, back and forth, back and forth. The light fractured through the crystal, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.
"Just watch the crystal, Gin," Renee's voice was softer now, a smooth, melodic whisper. "See how it catches the light... see all the pretty colors... dancing just for you. With every swing of the crystal, you're going to feel yourself getting heavier... sinking down into that nice, comfortable bed... so heavy... so relaxed..."
I watched Ginger's posture soften, her shoulders slumping. Her breathing became slow and deep. I felt a strange sense of pride in Renee; she was actually good at this. My eyes drifted back to the swinging crystal. It really was pretty. The way it moved was so... rhythmic. So easy to follow.
"Your eyelids are getting so heavy, Gin," Renee continued. "So heavy to keep open. It's so much easier to just close them and sink. Sinking down so deep... so safe..."
Ginger's eyes fluttered and closed. Her head lolled slightly to the side.
My own eyes felt a bit gritty. I blinked, trying to focus. The crystal was still swinging. Back and forth. The colors were blurring together into a soft, shimmering haze. I realized my breathing had slowed to match Ginger's. A wave of lethargy washed over me, warm and thick like honey. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Whoa," I muttered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "That's... that's actually pretty effective."
Renee's voice changed direction, no longer aimed at the bed but right at me. "It's okay, Kait. You don't have to fight it. You've been watching so carefully. You've seen how relaxed Ginger is. You can feel it too, can't you? That pull. That wonderful, heavy feeling."
I tried to look away, to pick up my phone, but my limbs felt like lead. The crystal was all I could see, its swinging motion filling my vision. "I... I should stay awake," I mumbled, the words slurring.
"But why?" Renee's voice was like velvet, wrapping around my mind, smothering my will. "It feels so good to just let go. It feels so right to sink, just like Ginger. You can sink just as deep as her. Deeper even. It's okay. I want you to. Let go for me, Kait. Sink."
My last conscious thought was a flicker of alarm, but it was snuffed out by a tidal wave of blissful surrender. The world dissolved into a warm, pulsing darkness, pierced only by the echo of Renee's voice.
"Perfect," her voice said, cutting through the fog. "You're both so beautiful like this. So receptive. Now, listen to my instructions. You feel an overwhelming warmth spreading through your bodies. A deep, pleasant ache that demands to be satisfied. Your clothes feel so constricting, so rough against your skin. You need to take them off. Now."
My hands moved with a will that wasn't mine. I felt my hoodie being pulled over my head, my jeans shimmied down my legs. The cool air of the dorm room kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps. Beside me, I was vaguely aware of Ginger doing the same, her movements as fluid and mindless as my own.
"That's it," Renee's voice praised. "Now, touch yourselves. Show me how you make yourselves feel good. But don't finish. Not yet."
My fingers found my clit, already slick and swollen. A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure, sharp and immediate, jolted through me. I began to circle the sensitive nub, my hips rocking in time with the motion. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger, her hand buried between her thighs, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy.
"Good girls," Renee breathed. "Kait, look at Ginger. Look how beautiful she is. See the need in her eyes? Go to her. Pleasure her. Make her come for me."
My body obeyed instantly. I crawled onto Ginger's bed, my movements graceful and purposeful. I settled between her legs, leaning down to breathe in her scent. My tongue found her clit, and I lapped at her, tasting her sweetness. Her hands tangled in my hair, her moans filling the room. I was lost in a haze of sensation, my own need a burning fire, but my programming was clear: her pleasure first.
I felt her tense, her thighs quivering against my ears. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and flicking until she cried out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed through her.
"Now you," Renee commanded, fingering herself desperately at the display, but staying back and watching only. "Ginger, return the favor."
Ginger moved with the same mindless grace I had. Her fingers, then her mouth, found my core. The pleasure was exquisite, building and building until I shattered, a scream tearing from my throat as wave after wave of release washed over me.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies humming with satisfaction. Through the post-orgasmic haze, I heard Renee's voice one last time, ragged with her own impending climax. "When you wake up, you will remember nothing of this. You will only remember Ginger going under, and you staying awake to watch over her. Isn't that right?
"Yes, Renee," I said in a flat monotone.
Renee's whole body tensed at my obedience and I watched the orgasm rip through her. Silent but brutally powerful. Basking in her own power. I sat, staring blankly ahead as she caught her breath and rezipped her jeans.
"Oh," she sighed, licking her fingers clean. "Get dressed you two."
Once again, my hands went to work restoring myself to my previous state.
I blinked, my eyes slowly focusing. I was back on my beanbag chair, my phone in my lap. I watched as Renee spoke softly to Ginger, slowly bringing her back up to the waking world. She was sitting up on her bed, looking groggy and confused.
"Whoa," I said, shaking my head as if to clear it. "You okay, Gin? That was... intense."
Renee was putting her crystal necklace away, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "She went under deep. You were a great chaperone, Kait."
Ginger rubbed her eyes. "What happened? Did I say anything weird?"
"Nah," I said, standing up and stretching. A strange, pleasant ache lingered in my muscles, but I pushed it aside. "You just went really relaxed. Renee brought you out after a few minutes. Nothing really happened at all. It was pretty quick."
Ginger smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Kait. I trust you Renee, but it never hurts to have some insurance."
All three of us laughed, never noticing the wet patches in our panties or the taste on our tongues. And I told Renee that I'd be more than happy to chaperone any other practice sessions she wanted to have.
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