Thread: Devious Girlfriends (Jack Stalker and Mikki)

Devious Girlfriends Dove and Maisie had been friends for a long time, although Maisie suspected that if she were a little hotter than 'Dee' was, then that would not have been the case at all. Maisie Wilson was no 'unattractive best friend, along to make someone look prettier than they really were', that was for sure, but she wasn't the hottest girl on the block, that honour went to Dove herself. All the girls wanted to be her and all the guys wanted to fuck her, at least that was the way it should have been... in reality a few of the girls wanted to fuck her as well. In order to even pass a normal Maisie had to focus hard and one day she just decided to give up. If someone was going to have Dove, of someone was going to get their hands on her and fuck her, then why shouldn't it be her best friend, besides all model were at least bisexual, werent they? Dove had never mentioned it or even made a pass at Maisie but right now she didn't care. She was going to take Dove somewhere and let the petite young girl know just how she felt about her, even if she had to fuck her all day in order to achieve her goals. Sure, it was something a man might have done, but Maisie could care less. She wanted what she wanted and she was going to take it, Dove had been teasing and flouncing about way too long, if she didn't know the effect that she was having on Maisie then Maisie was going to have to show her. Teach her. Make her pay and understand that the hot bodied little model, who had the body of a gym addict mixed with someone who bled off calories just by talking, needed to accept that she had pushed her friend just one step too far. The thought of someone else getting their hands on her pushed Maisie over the edge, they were just starting college which meant she had to act now, establish her dominance and make sure that when Dove's fingers dropped down to her precious little pussy and began to dial out the big O, that the only person on her mind was going to be her friend Maisie and not some jock or head cheerleader. Right now, of course, they were in Maisies car, which was actually towing a small trailer full of their things all ready to be unloaded and piled into their dorm rooms when they finally got to college. Except that they weren't anywhere near college, not yet. Maisie had persuaded Dove to let her detour a little to some secluded woods and fields, just to relax, have a picnic and prepare themselves for the afternoon settling into a new domain. It was a lie, of course. Maisie could have easily settled in right now, but the thing was that she needed to get the status quo sorted out with Doe, needed to ensure that no one else got their paws onto what she considered to be her property, from the moment Dove had slipped into her life and slipped into her car. The girl was stunning, and Maisie knew that if she had been a boy then Dove's parents would not have allowed her within a hundred feet of their precious high maintenance daughter, alas for them she was far more dangerous that the average boy and had deliberately played down any hint of interest beyond that a normal friend might show towards Dove. Maisie had chosen a nice spot, it was a sunny day and they were miles from any sort of civilisation more than a farm house in the distance. Maisie had dressed in a leather coat and boots which doubled as faux Wellingtons for the patches of inevitable mud. Beneath the coat was a tiny short leather mini skirt which had ridden up while she was in the drivers seat, until her panties were in show ad every inch of her perfect but short legs were stretched out for Dove to see. Parking up she ushered Dove out to grab the hamper and skid over to the passenger seat to watch her for a moment admiring her outfit and assessing its practicalities for what she had in mind. Dee. she said, calling her by her short nick name. We need to talk, you know that, right? About college? About sharing a dorm room? About the way you are going to have boys buzzing around you like you were the most precious flower in the college. You know that right? she said, placing a hand on the top of the windshield and resting her foot on the door she'd pushed open. She may not have been the perfect little ten that Doe was, but she knew what to accentuate and how to put it on display when she was with the shorter girl. She wasn't going to be the ugly friend, that was for starters. And now that they were away from Dee's parents? She wasn't going to stay the BFF either. Neither of us need that sort of attention getting in the way of things and I have a solution... she continued, staring at Dee, her gaze roamed about her friend, drinking in her appearance from head to toe as she licked her dry lips and let her wide eyes slowly draw up her body to her face. Her perfect face framed by all that pure blonde hair. She'd already had one of the most violent, if silent, orgasms of her life while spying in her through her bedroom window a few nights ago, now that she was out here alone with her she could feel herself soaking through the thin lace panties she wore and wondered if she looked as flushed as she felt. ...You want to know what my solution is? Or maybe you've figured it out already Dee? she told her with a slight smirk appearing on her face. It's real simple, you just need to tell people that you are already spoken for, that there is already someone in your life that you've known for years, someone who likes you, loves you, craves you... someone who has made you their bitch and has no intention of allowing anyone else anywhere near you. You need to make it clear, that you are spoken for. Fact. End of story. Are you ready to do that Dee? she said, fixing a stare on her eyes. I think you are... so bring a glass of that wine over here and I'll expand on things. We need to indulge, now that you arent under your parents control anymore, wouldn't you agree? Indulge in a controlled way of course, with the right things, the right people...