Lucy heard the knock and rushed to fling open the door of her apartment. Sierra, looking gorgeous as ever, was standing on the other side, dressed in a yellow blouse and casual brown trousers, a pair of sunglasses propped in her dark brown hair and an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “Hey, Lucy!” she beamed, leaning down to give the slighter girl a hug, which she readily returned. Lucy always felt minorly inadequate next to her friend, but she thought she was looking pretty good today, a light blue dress setting off her dirty-blonde hair, although she couldn’t do anything about the large round glasses propped on her nose. Ah, well, Sierra had assured her multiple times that she looked pretty no matter what, and today, she could keep those sorts of thoughts at the forefront of her mind. “Good to see you too,” she replied, returning the hug.

The two of them proceeded into the living room proper, Sierra slinging off her shoes, and they sat themselves down on the couch, Lucy having gotten dinner in the oven ahead of time already. They’d been having these regular… catch-ups? hangouts? sleepovers? friend-dates? (not that; Sierra had used the term once and a scarlet Lucy had begged her not to again) ever since they’d met in high school - ideally once a month, although it had been a bit longer this time as Lucy had settled into a new job and Sierra had moved house. Whatever you wanted to call them, they’d quickly become a permanent part of their schedules, and as such had settled into a regular routine. This typically consisted of them talking each other’s ears off; having dinner; some sort of entertainment, either a game or a movie; more chatting; and then a late turn-in for both of them. Especially in the early years of their friendship, they’d been something of a lifeline for Lucy - not literally, fortunately, but absolutely a stable point in the mess that was handling her final exams and then university, while transitioning, and then moving out of home. Sierra was absolutely her best friend, and she wouldn’t change it for the world… even if at times, she kinda wished there was something more between them. Sierra, as she’d acknowledged many times (and even mustered up the courage to tell her once or twice) was gorgeous, and every time Lucy managed to get her to laugh, head fully tilting back as the light reflected off her tan skin, she thought herself the luckiest woman alive. But Sierra had never shown any romantic interest in her (at least, nothing she couldn’t be absolutely, positively, 100% sure was romantic interest), and so she’d never said anything. Besides, Sierra was gorgeous enough that she could surely get anyone she was interested in; why would she be- no, that was negative thinking. Sierra was gorgeous, and probably just thought of Lucy as a friend. End of story.

…Okay, maybe “at times, she kinda wished there was something more” was an understatement. Lucy had a full-blown crush on Sierra.

“…Luce? I said the timer’s going off. Are you still here? Earth to Lucy!”

“Ah!” Lucy startled as she realised she’d been wool-gathering, then that the timer was indeed going off, and then that Sierra was right up in her face. “Sorry, I got caught up in my head again! Be right back!” She heard Sierra chuckling fondly behind her as she dashed off to the kitchen. Fortunately, the lasagna wasn’t ruined (Why would it be; you were only a few seconds late, she told herself), and soon the two of them were sitting down to dinner. She’d apologised for the lack of wine, which Sierra had waved off with a mysterious comment about wanting to stay sober for this evening anyway, and the two tucked in with gusto. Sierra was always vocally appreciative of Lucy’s cooking, and she had to admit it had turned out well this evening. After dessert - just packaged ice-creams, nothing fancy - Lucy had returned to the couch, Sierra telling her she’d be there in a second after she retrieved something. She was fidgeting with the TV remote when her friend returned, holding something behind her back.

“Wait up there, Luce,” she grinned.

“Hm? Why? Whatcha got there?”

“Well, firstly, you’ve got-” Sierra reached out, and delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind Lucy’s ear. The blonde let out a squeak and turned bright red, a reaction Sierra was quite good at getting out of her. As she regained her bearings, she realised the brunette was now sitting on the couch next to her, holding something out. It was a glass conical flask, with a cork keeping it stopped, a purple liquid swirling inside it from when Sierra had shaken it just now. “And as for what I’ve got - this. It’s why I was a bit late, but it should be worth it!”

Lucy leaned in for a closer look, squinting at the vial. “Is that… Rasa you’ve got in there? How the hell did you get your hands on that?!”

Sierra grinned proudly. “They were selling it at my local pharmacy! Had to queue for ages, but it’s the real deal! See, mark of authenticity and everything!”

Rasa had sprung into the public eye almost a decade ago by now. It had attracted attention for the severity with which governments had cracked down on its use, which, when you heard the claims made for it by the company that sold it - Trivia Pharmacology, or something - was honestly reasonable. Rasa was claimed to entirely blot out one’s mind, for a duration depending on the dosage, leaving the drinker as, essentially, an empty shell that would go along with almost any situation they were placed in. They wouldn’t move of their own accord, and didn’t show any understanding of what was happening around them, instead just pliantly allowing themselves to be led anywhere and positioned and messed with at will. This obviously seemed like a nightmare, but Trivia had somehow managed to get them to agree to controlled testing, making more fantastic, wild claims about how safe it was. Most people had scoffed, but, after years and years of extensive testing, all but a very few naysayers had to concede: those claims were correct. Anyone under the effects of Rasa would be instantly roused from their stupor if they were placed in actual physical danger, so that immediately slashed the chances of it being used for nefarious purposes to all but zero. Then there were worries about overdosing, but that seemed physically impossible: anyone drinking it themself would be rendered unable to act before taking enough for more than a couple hours; having it forced down your throat would cause you to immediately wake up; and anyone who allowed more to be administered to them would be awoken when they started to get too hungry. The doom-mongering had then switched to fears that people would become addicted, but it had been deemed completely unaddictive as well, with most scientists agreeing that any compulsion to use it regularly was a symptom of the stresses of modern life, not anything to do with the chemical composition of the drug. Speaking of which, nobody was quite sure how it worked. Its makeup had been thoroughly analysed, and while there was nothing even remotely dangerous in there, there was also nothing that even the brightest minds in the field had guessed would be in a drug that caused this effect. Honestly, it almost seemed like magic, and Trivia certainly leaned into that with their marketing… but that was ridiculous, surely.

Having finally cleared testing, Rasa had originally been marketed as a stress-relief drug: “An Instant Meditation Session in a Bottle”, the slogan went. This had proven wildly popular itself, but people had quickly come up with other uses for it too. Doctors had quickly realised the benefits of a drinkable - and good-tasting, to boot - way to relax people’s nerves; it had quickly become available everywhere offering injections of some sort, given in 1-minute doses. This was how Lucy had first been directly exposed to it, having taken some the last time she’d needed a shot, and it had worked like a miracle. The experience of having her mind vanish had been far from unpleasant, too, which led into the… less mainstream uses of Rasa that had been discovered. Plenty of people advocated for its use as a recreational drug, and while Lucy didn’t see the appeal for herself, it wasn’t much of a stretch to see why someone would. Additionally, while all official advice said not to combine it with any other drugs or medication, plenty of people did, so far without any documented ill effects; apparently, there were plenty of ways to produce wild visions during one’s time being mindless. However, Lucy had mostly seen it being used for recreation in a different way. In the internet circles she typically hung out in, people generally used Rasa for rather… hornier purposes. There were plenty of people, Lucy among them, who could see the appeal of being able to render someone completely mindless and docile, with just one sip of a drink, entirely reliably and safely. She’d seen multiple photos and videos of people doing just that: getting stripped off, written on, felt up, posed sexily, even fucked, without showing so much as a flicker of awareness or emotion. Some people rolled their eyes at this, saying that traditional hypnosis could achieve the same effect, only with actual work and connection put in, and while Lucy could see their arguments… damn, if that content hadn’t gotten her hard.

Point of fact, Lucy found herself squirming awkwardly as she looked at the vial, trying to position herself so that Sierra couldn’t see what her body was doing. She whistled, impressed. Given all the various uses people had found for it - as well as Trivia’s commitment to prioritising first-line medical buyers and the seemingly small size of the company - Rasa was a rare commodity; the fact that Sierra had found some at all, let alone been able to afford it, was impressive.

“Wow, you go, girl! So… what did you want to do with it?”

“Wellll… I was thinking we could have a li’l bet going on to spice up tonight’s entertainment. What say we have a game of something, and whoever loses has to have an hour’s dose of Rasa, and let the other one have her way with her?” She punctuated that statement with a wink, turning Lucy bright red and causing her to desperately shift positions again. Surely Sierra didn’t mean it like that, right?

“Uh… what do you mean, we’ll ‘have our way’ with each other?”

Sierra grinned. “Well, we can set our boundaries clearly before taking it, but, y’know, we’ll be able to do anything within those boundaries that comes into our minds! Who knows, maybe we’d use each other as footstools, or something.”

Lucy had thought it impossible to turn her more red, but Sierra managed it. Still, the reassurance there - that, if she did lose, she wouldn’t be forced to concede more than she was willing - strengthened her confidence enough to nod her head. “You’re crazy, but that’s why I love you- like you! Love Platonically! As a friend- best friend! I-I mean… sure, I’m in.” She groaned to herself, burying her head in her hands. Sierra just giggled adorably.

“Okay then! Since you’re hosting, you get to pick the game! Once you’ve untangled your limbs, that is,” she teased.

Lucy eventually settled on playing the new casual racing game - one which she knew the two of them were fairly evenly matched in, especially given the element of randomness in the mix. It also helped her decision that it’d been one of her few big spends of the year - big for her, anyway - and so she decided she had better get her money’s worth. As she hunkered down on the couch next to Sierra, she managed to put the nervousness out of her mind, and relax. She was just playing a game with her best friend, and Lucy was nothing if not competitive.

As Lucy’s character squealed across the finish line, barely a second before Sierra’s, she squealed in delight. She’d won!

Hang on. She’d won. Which meant that Sierra, the most gorgeous girl in the entire world, was about to let her mind take a nap, and leave her body in Lucy’s hands. Her incredibly horny-for-this-exact-scenario hands. Oh God.

Sierra seemed entirely oblivious to Lucy’s brief moment of gay panic - scratch that, gay mental crisis - and instead just groaned in mock devastation. “Oh, woe is me! Whatever shall I do? I suppose there is nothing to do but accept defeat, and leave my body in your capable hands as your prize.”

Lucy flushed once more. That wording had to be on purpose, right? But Sierra didn’t seem like she expected sex, so… it must be her imagination. Right?

As the brunette poured out the dosage into the medicine cup, filling it most of the way - and still leaving plenty in the flask - Lucy regained her wits somewhat. “Hang on. Before you drink, what are your boundaries here? I don’t wanna ruin anything…”

“I’m sure you won’t, but let me think…” Sierra seemed to give it serious consideration, before locking eyes with the blonde. “Honestly? I don’t think I have any that you wouldn’t cross already. Just don’t hurt me, and you’ll be fine to do anything. And I mean anything anything.” She punctuated that statement with a wink, raising the cup to her lips.

“W-wait; what do you mean, anything anything? What’s with the wink? Sierra?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out what it means, Lu. Have fun!” Sierra gulped the cup down in one gulp. For a second, nothing happened; she just stood there, smiling at Lucy with lips stained purple. But then her blinks started to slow down; her posture started to relax. A slight frown of confusion came over her gorgeous features, as though she was struggling to remember where or who she was, and then that was gone as her capacity for confusion vanished. Sierra’s jaw slackened; her arms dropped limply to her sides, letting go of the medicine cup which bounced on the floor; her eyes unfocused; and there, standing before Lucy, was the most gorgeous girl in all the world, completely robbed of her mind, body there and available to do anything she wanted with.

Lucy briefly found herself so overwhelmed by the possibilities, plus the state that Sierra’s fli- teasing had left her in, that she stood there in shock. Honestly, a casual observer might have assumed they’d both taken a dose of Rasa, were it not for the fact that Lucy was on the verge of hyperventilating, in contrast to Sierra’s slow, measured, sleeplike breathing. Mentally kicking herself back into gear, Lucy tried to work out what she should do. There was always the possibility of just leaving Sierra there for the full hour… but then her friend would be disappointed, surely. Maybe she should start with something simple to get herself in the mood- in the mindset for having a bit more fun with her friend’s mindless form.

After putting the medicine cup safely by the sink, Lucy decided she should check if Sierra genuinely was under. Sure, she had no good reason to suspect that the brunette was faking it, but she should just be sure, and maybe that way she could work herself up. Stepping up in front of her, she waved a hand in front of her eyes, which remained unfocused and dazed. “Hello? Earth to Sierra,” she teased, snapping her fingers right in the brunette’s ear. Nothing. She clapped in front of her face; still no reaction, aside from a blink which may well have happened anyway. One more avenue occurred to her to try, a smirk creeping across her features. “So, I’ve always wondered… why do they keep getting different actors to play that alien with the phone box? Surely they didn’t think anyone could confuse that old Scottish guy for the blonde woman?… Isn’t catching wild animals and making them fight each other for prize money, like, super cruel? Why’s it a kids’ game?… Why didn’t they just get the giant eagles to fly them to the volcano?” Okay, that last one- okay, all of those- were low, but Lucy knew that if there was one thing she could do to get a rise out of Sierra, it was to get things deliberately wrong about her favourite pieces of media. But she didn’t see anything, not even a slight twitch. Stepping back, she giggled to herself nervously, trying to project a sense of bravado. “Wow… you really are out of it, aren’t you? I guess it’s time for me to… uh… have fun with you now?” Her voice squeaked slightly at the end as she contemplated her next steps. What should she do with a perfectly compliant Sierra?

To start with, she should probably get them somewhere more comfortable - and safer, in the event that Sierra fell over. Grabbing her by the shoulders, she manoeuvred the brunette back to the couch. Sierra sort-of shuffled, sort-of stumbled along with her, her body’s inertia contributing just as much if not more to her progress - or lack thereof - as any impetus provided by Lucy. As she stopped in front of the couch, she had to push against the front of Sierra’s torso to prevent her from barrelling onward, trying desperately not to grab her boobs in the process. Grabbing her shoulders once more, Lucy gently turned her to face the TV, then pushed her downward. Sierra’s body was more willing to comply with this process, sinking down easily if gracelessly to land in a fairly normal seated posture. Somehow in this process her head had ended up tilted upwards, causing her eyes to guilelessly meet Lucy’s, without a trace of understanding to be found within. “Let’s maybe have you looking elsewhere,” Lucy suggested - speaking aloud, as though Sierra was just play-acting, seemed to help her nerves - and gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head back down to a more neutral position. Actually, there was something oddly compelling about even as simple an act as this, Sierra’s compliance in it signifying the broader permission she’d granted Lucy by taking the drug. Lucy amused herself for a while by bobbling Sierra’s head around, gently tilting it left, then right; up, then down; the brunette meekly allowing her to do whatever her whims dictated. Then, Lucy’s grip slackened for a second, sending her thumb from its position on Sierra’s jaw right into her open mouth. Lucy froze for a second, but God that was hot, Sierra just cradling her thumb on her tongue, eyes staring blankly ahead without any acknowledgement of it. Rather than pulling it out, Lucy slowly slipped it in further, beginning to thrust it back and forth, coating her thumb in Sierra’s saliva. Some part of Sierra responded to this, her lips twitching to close ever so slightly more around Lucy as her tongue began to run over the digit of its own accord. Oh. Ah… this was hot. Probably too hot for her right now.

Yanking her thumb back out of Sierra’s mouth like it had been scalded and blushing furiously - although not too embarrassed to clean it off on Sierra’s blouse - Lucy chuckled nervously again. “Um, how about… y’know, if you’re so eager to suck something, why don’t you turn your attention to your own thumb?” Grabbing Sierra’s right arm, which had been flopped onto the couch next to her, Lucy formed the hand into a fist with the thumb protruding and guided it into the brunette’s mouth. Having been explicitly given something to do with it, Sierra kept it there, beginning to go through the motions of sucking it. “What a picture this is,” Lucy teased. “Actually…”

That wasn’t a bad idea: taking pictures of Sierra in compromising positions. To be shared with just the two of them, of course. Fishing out her phone from where she’d dumped it between the sofa cushions, Lucy pulled up the camera app and snapped a photo. She’d been correct; that did make for a fun picture, this grown woman sucking her thumb just like a baby. Actually, she could enhance that. Grabbing Sierra’s legs, she pulled them up onto the sofa, brought her left arm around them so she was curled up, and then took another photo. Huh. This could be more fun than she’d anticipated - and relatively un-horny, to boot, which was good for her blood pressure.

The next few minutes turned into a photo session, with Lucy moving Sierra’s body around into a variety of improbable positions. Getting her to pose how she wanted was initially a challenge, her body sort-of cooperating but mostly remaining dead weight, without any mental impetus to hold herself up. However, Lucy soon got the hang of it, beginning to fill her gallery with fun shots. Sierra waving at the camera, face completely relaxed and just looking gone. Sierra bent over a ball of wool as though she was a cat. Sierra kneeling at Lucy’s bare feet, bent down as though she was kissing them. Sierra posing with double peace signs, tongue hanging out and eyes crossed, which had been a lot of work to engineer, but was worth it for the picture of her doing…

Oh. That was an ahegao face. Why had she started taking horny pictures again? Bad Lucy, she chastised herself. And it had felt so natural too…

Shaking herself out of her mild panic spiral, and trying to ignore that once again her panties were getting tight, Lucy decided to ditch the phone altogether. Maybe she should grab out a book instead, something to distract her from horny thoughts, and just sit with Sierra’s body for a while. Moving the brunette back into the normal, boring, safe seated position she’d been in before, Lucy ducked into her room to pull out her current book, an absolute tome of a fantasy novel, and plunked herself down next to the mindless beauty. Surely this would keep things nice and… well, it was perhaps too late for “non-horny”, but surely “PG” was still within her reach?

It worked, for a time. Lucy lost herself reading about talking swords and magic power armour and continent-wide storms. In fact, it perhaps worked a bit too well, as after a few minutes, she turned to look at the cushion she was curled up against, and realised it was Sierra’s chest. Letting out an Eep!, she flinched away, trying to put her hand down to push herself up only for it to land squarely on the brunette’s thigh instead. That too was wonderfully soft, and, unbidden, the thought occurred to her that she’d always wondered what sitting on Sierra’s lap might be like…

Well, great. Now she couldn’t get that image out of her head, and probably wouldn’t be able to unless she actually did it. That- that was a safe thing to do, right? Deciding not to think about it too much, she scooched over and plonked herself down on Sierra.

“H-hm,” she tried to tease, wiggling as if to get more comfortable and trying not to think about where that meant she was rubbing her butt against. “Y-you’re almost a- a better chair than any of mine! M-maybe I should keep you around!” The seat of this chair, so to speak, was actually quite comfortable, but overall it wasn’t a great experience, sitting as she was ramrod straight and still fizzing with nervous energy. Deciding she might as well commit, Lucy picked the book back up and tried to distract herself again.

It didn’t work this time: she was too worked up, finding that she’d gotten to the end of a page multiple times without absorbing anything on it. Slumping in frustration, she found herself inadvertently relaxing against Sierra’s torso. She could feel her breasts pressing against her back, and she let out a slight, involuntary whimper as she realised how good her friend’s body felt. Nope, no good - she was now visibly aroused. Sierra was her friend, and Lucy wasn’t some pervert. How could she get Sierra out of the equation without actually abandoning her? Again, a memory flashed up, unbidden: Sierra suggesting they could use each other as footstools. Well… it would at least get all the tempting bits out of sight and reach… right?

Clambering off her friend’s body, Lucy grabbed Sierra’s hand and tugged her to her feet. Sierra was surprisingly easy to move for once, and so Lucy overcompensated, pulling her to brush directly against her crotch, sending another spike of arousal shooting through her. Lucy whimpered again, barely suppressing the urge to hump Sierra’s thigh, and instead fumbled her way through getting her onto all fours in front of the sofa. She tried to sit back up and get her feet on the brunette’s back, and succeeded, but a whole host of new problems were presenting themselves. With her face now tilted directly downward, a small trail of drool was escaping Sierra’s lips, and while she didn’t want a slight mess on her carpet, she also knew that touching her face that intimately to clean her up would be too much. Somewhere in her efforts, Sierra’s blouse had ridden up, exposing a small patch of her back that was somehow incredibly alluring of itself. And then there was the fact that Sierra also had a fantastic butt, one which was being highlighted by the way her pants were pulled tight over it as her body was prostrated before Lucy. Her barely-concealed crush, Sierra’s prior teasing, her increasing arousal - it all became too much.

With a strained cry, Lucy leaped up and ran to pull the curtains closed. Grabbing Sierra’s body by the armpits - and messing up her hair in the process - she pulled her into a kneeling position. Looking into her uncomprehending eyes, Lucy gulped and began to speak.

“Sierra? This- this is all getting too much. I- I have a crush on you, and you’re gorgeous, and you’re right here for the taking, and you said “anything anything”, a-and maybe I’m misinterpreting it and going too far, b-but…”

Lucy pushed forward and captured Sierra’s lips in a kiss. As before, Sierra’s body seemed to have some minor understanding of the situation and what was expected, as her own lips pursed, although otherwise remained static. Sierra’s lips were so soft, and Lucy briefly became conscious of her own chapping, but those thoughts quickly melted away as she moved further into the next kiss, tangling one hand in Sierra’s brown locks and pushed her tongue into Sierra’s slack mouth. The brunette let out a slight moan, causing Lucy to emit a louder one as her other hand trailed down Sierra’s chest and to her breasts. Lucy gave one a half-hearted squeeze as she kept making out with her passive partner, the guilt she was feeling now a minor undercurrent to her state of arousal. Now she had started, it was again easier to keep going, and Lucy wanted more. Pulling away from the kiss, she awkwardly half-shuffled, half-crawled behind the brunette, who was of course still staring straight ahead. After grabbing at Sierra’s chest again, groaning at how soft her breasts were and at the sensation of her cock inadvertently rubbing against the brunette’s posterior, Lucy began to slowly, nervously, undo the buttons on Sierra’s blouse, nuzzling into her neck as she did so. As such, she didn’t get a good look at her in her topless glory until she pulled the shirt away entirely and then, finally, looked over her shoulder. What she saw made her gasp.

Lucy and Sierra had seen each other in various states of undress many times over the years of their friendship. They’d had PE together, gone to pools and water parks together, and had slept at each other’s houses many times. And so, while she’d never tried to look, Lucy was familiar with Sierra’s usual choice of undergarments. It was always very practical: plain whites or browns, simply designed, and modest. This… was the opposite of that. Sierra’s bra was red and lacy, leaving plenty of gaps for skin to show through. As she found her legs walking her back around to the brunette’s front, Lucy found herself noticing more details. Like how low-cut it was, so she could almost see a hint of areola. Or that the fabric was very sheer, so that even in the places it theoretically covered, she could see some of the details of her crush’s skin. Or that it was thin enough to show that Sierra was already very aroused.

Pieces of the puzzle began to slot into place. Sierra’s teasing throughout the evening, all those winks she’d been throwing in, the odd way she’d phrased some sentences - could that actually have been flirting? She’d mostly been unable to concentrate on Sierra’s side of the screen during the game, but there were some things she’d done that had seemed in poor judgement - had she deliberately thrown the race? And now these twin discoveries, of Sierra’s current arousal despite Lucy’s attentions being fumbling at best, and the lingerie that her friend would never, in a million years, wear unless she wanted to get laid. Did… did Sierra like her back?

Instinct took over as Lucy grabbed Sierra in an embrace once more to hoist her to her feet. Fumbling with the ties of her pants, she finally wrested them down to find the bra’s matching panties… which were crotchless. More than that, Sierra was clearly aroused down here as well, despite Lucy having not touched her anywhere near there for at least five minutes. “Oh my God,” she whispered, to herself as much as to Sierra as she stepped the brunette’s legs out of the pants. “You planned all this, didn’t you? You… you want me to ravish you while you can’t do anything about it. Is that right?”

Then, with an almost feral growl, she launched herself at Sierra once more, clashing their mouths together in her haste as she pawed at her friend’s breasts. With no mind to anticipate this move, Sierra’s body wobbled for a second before righting itself as Lucy’s hand slipped under her bra, the blonde letting out a moan as she rubbed her thumb across an already erect nipple. “You just wanted to be my fuckdoll, didn’t you? My mindless fuckdoll, ripe for the taking.” Sierra’s bra was rapidly unhooked, allowing Lucy’s mouth access to her chest, the brunette’s mouth falling open once more without the guidance of a kiss. Sierra was now producing a volley of small, unconscious sounds of pleasure, music to Lucy’s ears as she rutted up against her mindless friend’s thigh, staining her dress with Sierra’s slick while her lips latched firmly around a nipple. Sierra’s body was now clearly dishevelled, but Lucy knew that she must look a complete mess - her dress was rucking up and tenting, her hair was becoming plastered to her forehead thanks to sweat from the earlier nerves and her current exertion, and she was trembling all over with arousal. “We’re taking this to the bedroom, I think,” she panted, grabbing one of Sierra’s limp hands and tugging her along behind her. Sierra almost fell on top of Lucy - which, honestly, wouldn’t have been a problem in the slightest - but her body quickly got with the programme, shuffle-running behind the blonde, hand locked in her grip.

Lucy briefly let go of Sierra at the door as she realised her bedroom curtains were still open, dashing inside on her own to pull them shut before coming back and practically shoving Sierra’s body onto the bed. Sierra half-fell, half-sat, ending up with her back slumped against the wall, legs spread out in front of her, vulva - still partly hidden behind her panties - glistening and eager for Lucy. The girl in question rapidly tugged her dress off, followed by her own underwear, exposing her own petite breasts and erect penis. Fortunately, she half-thought as she removed Sierra’s socks, leaving the crotchless panties and Lucy’s glasses as the only things they were wearing, she’d never been especially dysphoric about that part of herself - she had no clue what she would have done otherwise, given her current, desperate level of arousal. Instead, she scrambled onto the bed, crawling on top of Sierra’s body, and slowly pushing herself into the brunette’s waiting core. She groaned loudly with arousal, having to concentrate in order not to come on the spot, instead taking time to admire the incredibly beautiful expression on Sierra’s mindless face, how her skin shimmered in the light, how her chest was, despite all this, still moving slowly and gently. Then, ever so carefully, Lucy began to thrust within her, whimpering with pleasure at how incredibly warm and wet her friend was, how amazing this felt. She quickly realised that Sierra’s body wouldn’t move to protect herself, as her head lightly bumped the wall as Lucy thrust in, and so she blindly scrambled around for the pillows, propping them behind the brunette’s head and back so she’d be comfortable and wouldn’t take any serious bumps. Then, she began to fuck her again, quickly picking up the pace as she became more and more used to this and assured herself that Sierra’s body would be unharmed. Sierra was still moving beneath her in response to her force, causing her breasts to bounce slightly. Lucy allowed herself to just stare as she picked up speed, thrusting harder and faster into Sierra’s body. Then she moved her hands again, bringing them to Sierra’s chest and face to caress her as she stared uncomprehendingly at her. Lucy’s hands moved down, one coming to stroke Sierra’s soft tummy, the other beginning to thumb at her still-covered clit as her mouth moved to where her hands had been, kissing Sierra’s jaw and then in between her breasts, allowing herself to lose her head within Sierra’s cleavage as the hand on her tummy moved to grab at her butt, and Lucy kept thrusting and thrusting and they were both moaning with pleasure and-

Sierra tightened around her, and Lucy felt the first real resistance from her since she’d taken the dose of Rasa, the brunette’s body tensing beneath her as it came. That was enough to send Lucy over the edge, spilling into Sierra as she moaned and babbled, “Oh my God, oh my God Sierra, I love you I love you I love you…” As Lucy’s vision returned, her strength gave out and she collapsed on top of Sierra’s body, nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck as she came down from the high of orgasm.

After lying there for a few minutes in a blissful haze on what was rapidly becoming her favourite pillow, Lucy slowly became aware of the discomfort produced by the mixture of their fluids getting both of them sticky. Groaning to herself, she reluctantly sat herself up, pulling out of Sierra. She had a brief moment of panic as she realised she hadn’t used protection, before remembering that she knew for a fact that Sierra was on the pill for her periods, and at any rate, it had been so long since she’d started hormones that her fertility was almost certainly nil. Relaxing, she eased Sierra’s panties off her, exposing the thatch of brown hair above her slit, and went to grab a damp cloth to clean the two of them up with.

Returning to the bedroom still naked, Lucy began to wipe Sierra’s body down. On her third or fourth stroke of the cloth, Sierra flinched. Lucy frowned - was that out of arousal or the coldness of the water? But if it was either of those, why now? Why at all, for that matter, given that Sierra-

Pushed herself up onto her elbows, comprehending her surroundings for the first time in an hour, and smiled down at Lucy. “Hey, cutie,” she giggled. “I take it my little gambit worked well, then?”

Lucy turned bright red, then tackled Sierra in a hug. “I- you- I- oh my God. That was - why didn’t you just tell me? And how did you know?”

Sierra shrugged casually. “I thought it’d be more fun this way. Meant I didn’t have to - don’t take this the wrong way - spend hours convincing you that I was for real when I could just get you horny and trust that you’d intuit your way to the right conclusion, and so you’d let go of your inhibitions for your first time. Which, given how well felt-up I’m feeling - don’t be embarrassed, I’m flattered! - seems to have been a roaring success. As for how I knew… well, I wasn’t entirely sure. But between how your ears pricked up any time someone mentioned Rasa around you, some accidental glimpses I’ve got of your phone… and how familiar the narrative voice of a certain online author calling herself “Diamond Sky” felt… I thought it was worth a shot.”

Lucy had been staring at Sierra in what approached awe for most of that little speech, but at the mention of her erotica account on fanfic sites sent her into incoherent spluttering as she tried to busy herself with returning to the task of cleaning the two of them up. Sierra just giggled pleasantly again, as though she hadn’t just said something that made Lucy want to either sing from the rooftops or burn her entire online identity to the ground and move to Estonia or something.

“Oh, and by the way, Lucy?” Sierra asked once the blonde’s skin tone had stopped mimicking a tomato. “If I know you, and please don’t take this the wrong way either, you’re going to ask why I’m interested in you as my girlfriend rather than anyone else. Is that fair?”

“I- you want to date? Not just do this?”

“Oh my God, Luce. No, I regularly have one-night-stands with my best friends in which I try to fulfil their erotic fantasies. Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend, if you want it. But you haven’t answered - asked? - the question.”

“I, er… yes, I was wondering that,” Lucy admitted sheepishly.

“Lucy - you’re my favourite person in the world. You’re kind, you’re funny, you’re so smart, you’re endlessly persistent - and you’re beautiful to boot. How could I resist?”

Lucy buried her face in her hands from all the compliments, only to feel a gentle tug on a hand, Sierra having moved to kneel next to her, bringing their faces next to each other. “I… you’ve lectured me enough about being down on myself, so I’m just going to try and say thank you, and that I feel the same about you. Now, uh… what should we do next?”

“Well, first, I’d like to have a kiss I actually remember. Rasa was hot, don’t get me wrong, but I would like some memories of tonight.” That drew a giggle out of Lucy as she closed the distance between their mouths, the two of them exchanging a gentle kiss.

“And then… I think I need a shower still, although thank you for dealing with the worst of it. How about you join me and tell me exactly what happened in the past hour? Given your way with words, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” Lucy nodded, managing to keep the blushing to a minimum, and let Sierra lead her for once tonight, into the bathroom. She had a lot to tell… as long as she didn’t get distracted by her gorgeous girlfriend again. Or maybe the distraction would be worth it.