Pulling back a little, bodies still touching, Jillian met Zoe's frantic eyes and held them with her own, their lips were close, "It's been smoking for a long time." Zoe didn't pull away. Jillian kissed her. First, a feather light brush of the lips, almost breathing a sigh into Zoe's open mouth, then a longer one, deep and strong, her tongue snaking in to find Zoe's.
When Zoe began to kiss back, Jillian knew her gamble had been worth it. She also knew she really would do anything to recover the stone.
Never breaking their liplock, Jillian pressed Zoe further back into the nest of pillows on Jillian's huge canopied bed. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but somehow it made sense. As Jon she had sometimes wondered about Zoe's tastes. Jon's sister never really seemed all that interested in boys. Now, as Jillian, she knew for sure. Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. This is crazy! Is this wrong? Is Zoe even still my sister? I'm Jillian now. I don't have any brothers or sisters. Does this make me a lesbian?
Jillian found closing her eyes helped. She imagined herself kissing Karyn, taking Zoe's face in her hands, enjoying the feeling of their breasts mashed together. It wasn't Zoe writhing under her. It was Karyn. The illusion lasted only a second. Jillian's eyes popped open in surprise as she felt Zoe's hands on her breasts. So far she had been the aggressor and Zoe a willing participant.
Zoe eyes were already open, scanning every detail of Jillian's face. Those eyes were filled with a burning hunger. They were also suprised and a little scared, but most of all hungry. Zoe ran her palms over Jillian's boobs, swirling her fingers, caressing them. It was completely different from how Moose had done it. Softer, more mysterious. Zoe gently thumbed the nipples.
Jillian gasped, teeth bared, mouth open. Zoe kissed her again, her idea this time, tugging Jillian's lower lip between her teeth, pulling the older girl down on top of her. Zoe gave Jillian's breasts a hard, playful squeeze. "Unh!" Jillian cried out softly, arching into rather than away from her. Sliding her hands down the other girl's waist, Zoe went further, getting two big handfuls of the firm round ass almost popping out of the tiny black jean shorts.
Zoe distantly noted Jillian eagerly tumbling her breasts free of the low cut gown she picked out for her visit. She knew she had made a mistake with that stupid wish about her boobs. It wasn't meant to be a wish, but she had used the phrase "I wish" and the stone had granted it as always. Now her tits were bigger than she wanted! Hopefully her shapechanging power trumped the more recent wish for bigger breasts. For now, Jillian hadn't seemed to notice Zoe's upgrade and they felt kind of nice anyway, overflowing the other girl's slender hands.
Jillian laughed. She couldn't believe she was doing this! And it felt awesome! She had been a little drunk when she and Moose made out so her memory was slightly hazy on some of the details. This chick body of hers was super sensitive! It was as if everything felt good - - on her lips, against her skin, her breasts, her butt. Zoe was a great kisser.
Zoe. Her sister?
Jillian paused, struck by a pang of conscience. Could she do this? She was using Zoe. Pulling away, she whispered, "What are we doing?"
"Making each other feel good," Zoe pursed her lips. Was this happening? She had wondered about Miss Jersey Shore and her dreams, maybe even hoped, but this was beyond her wildest fantasies! One of the popular girls tarted up like some wanna be punk rocker just to seduce her. She had always known the cool kids were freaks on the inside, just like her. Now she had proof.
Might as well go all the way. No sense in letting Fanny Farber back out now.
"Kiss my titties," Zoe purred, a strange swirling light glittered in her dark eyes.
"Wh-what?" Jillian replied, voice soft, half-lidded eyes sleepy. Bedroom eyes.
"Kiss them," Zoe smiled. The smile deepened as Jillian bent down to kiss her snow-white breasts. Wishing for hypno-vision was so worth it.
"Get up," Zoe waved Jillian off, but the air of command that had irritated the older girl just a little while ago no longer bothered her. She smiled as she slowly stood up, happy to oblige. Zoe twirled a finger, "Spin around. Let me look at you."
Jillian was definitely a knockout. Not exactly Zoe's type or at least not what she thought her type would be. She had wrestled with her attraction to some of her best friends, mostly other goth girls, especially Athena, for years. She had always thought that once she was away at college she would be able to find some other girl in the scene to take to bed. Never did she think it would be someone like Jillian. Zoe loved Jillian's beautiful black waterfall of hair and that hourglass figure other girls only got with a corset, but that was about it. Jillian was blue-eyed and tan like a beach bunny, and her butt was definitely a booty. She ran with the in crowd and laughed at guys' stupid jokes.
Zoe realized she felt a certain perverse glee in her first time being with a girl like her.
From there it was easy (and fun) to turn Jillian from seductress to pliant plaything. Jillian was like a life size, living breathign Latina Barbie. Any command given, she meekly obeyed, shyly stripping and laying down on the bed, offering up her lush body for Zoe's inspection. The younger girl amused herself with every inch of it, touching, squeezing, rubbing, kissing, and fondling every part until poor Jillian was whimpering with desire. Desperately crushing Zoe's head between her breasts, grinding her crotch against Zoe's hand, Jillian realized she was talking, whispering, begging really.
"Please, Zoe, please, oh, please, oh, Zoe, please," Jillian didn't try to figure out what Zoe had done to her. She didn't need to. It wasn't important. Zoe had the stone. She had magic. She was a goddess. Most of all, she had Jillian quivering with heat.
"What, baby?" Zoe crooned softly, a trace of amusement in her silky voice, hypnotic lights dancing in her eyes, "Tell Mama what you want."
"K-kiss me!" Jillian said in a shaky voice, "F-fuck me, love me, do w-whatever you want to me. Something! Anything!"
"Anything?" Zoe grinned like the cat that ate the canary. She slowed down the teasing tips of her first two fingers, tracing Jillian's plump pubic mound, tickling the dark strip of well groomed hair, gently parting the lips of her vagina, inserting them up to the first knuckle, removing them.
Jilian made a frustrated mewling noise, "Y-yes, anything!"
Zoe gave one of the other girl's powerful thighs a gentle, reassuring squeeze, "Good girl. Don't be scared. I'll take care of you."
"Th-thank you," Jillian said in a high, tight voice, eyes closed. She didn't see Zoe lengthening her tongue, bifurcating the tip of it like that of a snake, until it moved like some undulant tentacle. Hiking Jillian's legs up until they rested on her shoulders, Zoe didn't even have to lean down to lick her little plaything's pussy, which she began to do with demonic intensity.
Jillian cried out at the very first touch, going over the edge into orgasm, the first of many.
