I am Nobody

The sheer audacity of it all was what kind of broke Tammy's brain a little. Shauna sauntered into the room wearing nothing but an over-sized sweater that barely went down to the top of her thighs, sat on the couch right next to Tammy and put one leg up to fully expose her bare cunt, and looked her straight in the eye before saying, "So, I hear you think I'm a slut." It was the ultimate in mixed messages, a demand to address an obvious misconception combined with forthright proof that everything Tammy believed about her friend's roommate was true, and Tammy's mouth hung open in utter bewilderment as she tried to come up with a response and simply failed.

There were even other people in the room, that was the truly astonishing part. Shauna and Ellie had some friends over, mostly Shauna's friends apart from Tammy herself, and none of them seemed even the slightest bit disconcerted that Shauna was flashing her pussy at them while she fixed Tammy with that unnervingly direct gaze and said, "Would it make you happier if I admitted it? Or would you just feel more uncomfortable knowing that I'm not ashamed of myself for wanting to fuck?" Tammy could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks, warming them with a prickly heat that was almost unbearable, and she wanted to look away from Shauna's deep brown eyes but the only other place that drew her attention was those plump, lightly glistening labia.

"Because I'm not, Tammy," Shauna continued remorselessly, even as the blushing blonde gave up some private mental struggle and let her gaze drop down to the immaculately groomed strip of pubic hair that pointed straight to Shauna's cunt. "I love sex, I love sex with women, it makes me happy and it makes me wet… although I think you can probably see that, can't you?" Tammy's face went even hotter at that, but she couldn't imagine jerking her fascinated stare back up to Shauna's knowing, intolerably perceptive eyes. As bad as it was to look at her pussy, it beat looking her in the face right after looking at her pussy by a country mile.

"I just love that feeling I get when a woman stares at my body and I just know she's getting turned on by me," Shauna purred, shifting position to give Tammy an even better angle to watch the almost imperceptible trickle of arousal leaking from her pussy. "I love knowing that whatever they might have been doing, whatever they might have been thinking, their mind is slowly and subtly being colonized by their fascination with my wet cunt and big, soft titties. You haven't even gotten that far, though, have you, Tammy? Not yet, at least. You're still catching up." Tammy could feel a kind of hush settling over the room, even though the conversations continued in the increasingly distant background, and she was dimly aware that she'd begun to lean forward without really thinking about it.

"I'm happy to be a slut, Tammy, and everyone in this room knows it. They're all so helpless to resist a slutty woman's sexy body, so defenseless against that open invitation to pleasure. The more they tried to struggle against it, the deeper they sank into lust, and now it's your turn, isn't it, sweetie?" Tammy noticed herself nodding, but it was with a kind of vague, abstract interest that couldn't really compare with her rapt, mesmerized interest in Shauna's cunt and soon she was leaning in so close she could smell the other woman's arousal. She let out a soft sigh, the last defeated remnant of a resistance she didn't even know she was putting up, and then she simply slumped forward into Shauna's lap and began to lick.

"S-so I was, um, I was wondering…." Shana briefly paused the rolling motion of her hips in the hopes of somehow collecting her thoughts, only to discover that the ache in her pussy got so much more intense when she stopped humping the pillow that whatever she was trying to hold in her head was simply drowned out by the booming throb in her clit. She resumed grinding her cunt against the cushioned softness, finally managing to mumble out, "Have you, uh, have you noticed any changes lately? To me, I mean. Have I changed?" It was such an easy question, and Shana was sure she wouldn't have needed a full minute to think of it even just a couple months ago, but she didn't know. And that was why she needed to ask Davina.

But Shana's friend just gave her bare ass a reassuring pat and replied, "No, I really don't think you have. Why, what kind of changes did you think you noticed?" That was a question that required a lot more thought than Shana was used to these days, and she stared into the spiral playing on Davina's TV for what felt like ages while she tried to figure out exactly what was bugging her about her recent… habits? Beliefs? Body? Mind? It all felt so fuzzy and inchoate, a sense of crumbling identity always just out of reach of her limited awareness, and of course the more she struggled to pinpoint it the more her cunt throbbed and the more she needed to hump Davina's body pillow to satisfy the itch. She wound up cumming three times before she finally managed to zero in on anything concrete.

"My, um, my sex drive," Shana finally mumbled, her eyes glassy and vacant and perpetually following the spiral as she managed at last to speak. "I, um, I think it's like… maybe, um, stronger?" That seemed like a comical understatement, given that she was naked save for a pair of knee-high socks and she couldn't stop grinding her pussy against the nearest firm object every time she hung out with Davina, but conviction felt like a luxury she couldn't afford with her mind so fuzzy and foggy and perilously blank. Davina was so much smarter than she was, with a clearer head and a sharper brain and so much more self-control, and she'd be able to tell Shana if anything was going on outside of Shana's fevered imagination.

But the other woman only chuckled, reaching in to tease Shana's slick labia with a comfortable familiarity that should have raised alarms in Shana's head but instead only made her hump the pillow that much harder. "I haven't really noticed any differences, silly," she purred, amusement seeping into her voice like she was enjoying a private joke at Shana's expense. "You've been a needy little bitch practically as long as I've known you." They hadn't known each other all that long, only a couple of months since Davina moved into the apartment down the hall, and Shana could feel some kind of insight hanging just out of reach of her sluggish mind… but grinding her cunt hard against something took all the priority in Shana's brain and by the time she came again she'd already lost the thread. And as always, it was so much easier to just rub her thoughts away and let the spiral carry her deeper into peace and pleasure.