Chapter 3: Building Tension
I’m sitting on my immaculately white couch, my long legs tucked underneath me as I fidget with the frayed edge of my sweater. I look up at Lucy, her big blue eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"I don't know what to do, Lucy," I whisper with a voice barely audible. "I don't remember anything from those nights, but I know that something strange is happening to me, to us ."
Lucy sat down next to me, her own eyes filled with concern.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, hugging me tightly as I leaned into her embrace. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension slowly beginning to ease out of my body.
"It's okay, Anastasia," Lucy murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "We'll figure this out together. I'll help you uncover the truth behind these strange occurrences."
She looked into my eyes, her expression filled with determination. "I promise you, we will get to the bottom of this mystery.”
Her fingers are tracing the low cut neckline of my top and I find myself attracted to her cleavage, which is pushed together and on display as usual. “Ever since these events started, I’m drawn to cleavage,” I admit. “Me too,” Lucy says. Her hands enter my shirt and she fondles my tits. “We’re both totally straight,” I say as I put my face in her cleavage and shake my face. “Totally,” She pinches my nipple and we both laugh a little. “Maybe we should check out that warehouse we keep waking up in after the orgies on a night like tonight without a full moon,” Lucy suggests.