Emma Unpacks Her New Identity
"I… god, I can't believe we never did this before." There was a tone of quiet awe in Betsy's voice as she looked into Emma's eyes, as though their mutual masturbation wasn't just a sexual experience but a religious one, and she pressed her leg up against the other woman's thigh to emphasize every single place their bodies touched. Betsy hadn't quite worked up the nerve to touch Emma's pussy yet, the same way Emma hadn't quite succumbed to her programming to the point of actually caressing Betsy's furry cunt and soft, pale breasts, but they both knew it was only a matter of time.
Emma did give some thought to Betsy's words, though, looking reverently back into her roommate's warm brown eyes while her fingers teased her slick pink pussy lips and her mind slowly but surely suffused every last notion with vacant bliss. "I guess we weren't lesbians before," she finally said, the words sounding strange and surreal in her own ears even though she could feel the incontrovertible truth of them at the very core of her identity. It sounded so odd when she heard it out loud like that--one minute, she and Betsy were hanging around the apartment doing nothing, and the next their phones were giving out this weird high-pitched squeal like the sound of a modem and suddenly all these new ideas were unpacking themselves inside their brains.
And the first thought--really the only thought for a little while, although Emma was just now beginning to feel smaller, subsidiary notions forming around the edges of it--was that women and women's bodies turned her on. She recalled looking at Betsy and feeling a lust so potent and profound she simply didn't care about anything but satisfying it, and she literally could not get her leggings and panties off fast enough to give her fumbling fingers access to her bewilderingly hungry cunt. Betsy was stripping down at the same exact time, and seeing her masturbate exacerbated Emma's desire to a degree that was almost painful. She had the sense that if she resisted, it would have been, but Emma was caught so completely off guard by her sudden conversion to lesbianism that she didn't so much as try to struggle.
That first climax had released a little bit of the urgency in their brains, giving them just enough agency to be able to stumble into Betsy's bedroom and lie back on her soft, comfy, king-sized bed… but that and getting out Betsy's trusty vibrator had been about the extent of their ability to resist the urge to cum themselves into a reverie of sapphic ecstasy. Emma used her fingers, Betsy used her toy, and for a while the only words in the room were gasps and mumbles of, "Oh fuck," "Oh god you're so pretty," "Oh fuck I--ohhh…." It was literally rewiring their brains to see each other like this, and Emma passively accepted every last bit of it.
She knew the programming had finally finished unpacking itself when she reached out with her free hand and gently pushed the toy aside to sink two fingers into Betsy's feverishly warm pussy, and something inside her welcomed the completion of her conversion--that brief burst of noise had contained a ton of compressed information, everything she needed to know to understand how to please another woman and more importantly why, and Emma's brain was only now catching up to the last little details of it. But she could tell from the desperate little squeak her roommate made that she was following her training well… and when Betsy began to caress Emma's cunt in turn, she knew they weren't going to be able to get out of bed for the rest of the day.
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