Chapter 2: Unintended Consequences
The chill of the porcelain sink seeped into Delores’s palms as she stared, utterly bewildered, at the woman kneeling before her. Lisa’s eyes, usually so clear and focused, were hazy with a need that seemed to have erupted from nowhere. The air in the small bathroom was thick with the scent of gardenias from a forgotten potpourri bowl and something else, something electric and new.
“Lisa, what are you—” Delores began, her voice a shaky whisper.
“I don’t know,” Lisa breathed, her own words sounding distant and foreign to her. A frantic, hungry thought, not entirely her own, screamed in her mind: I want to know what she tastes like. It was an impulse so sudden and so visceral it overrode every shred of her usual reserve. Her hands, moving with a will that felt both alien and intensely familiar, found the buckle of Delores’s trousers.
Delores should have stopped her. This was her neighbor, a married woman, a schoolteacher for God’s sake. But the sight of Lisa, this pretty, plain-Jane transformed into a creature of pure desire, sent a jolt straight to her core. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her with that kind of raw hunger. She found her hands not pushing Lisa away, but instead, threading through her soft, brown hair. “Oh, honey,” she murmured, her voice husky.
Lisa got the trousers open, then the button of the slacks, the zipper grating in the quiet room. She tugged them down along with the sensible cotton underwear beneath, revealing a thatch of dark, curly hair. The scent of her, musky and deeply feminine, filled Lisa’s senses. That foreign thought in her head became a plea: I wish I knew how to make her feel incredible.
With a confidence that did not belong to her, Lisa leaned forward. She didn’t hesitate. She buried her face in Delores, her tongue finding the swollen, sensitive flesh beneath the curls with an unerring accuracy that shocked them both.
Delores gasped, her head thumping back against the bathroom door. “Jesus, Lisa.”
Lisa was lost in the act, a student who had instantly become a master. Her tongue was a wicked instrument, licking and probing, circling the hard nub of Delores’s clit with a rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow, but perfectly, devastatingly precise. She used her lips to suck, her nose to nuzzle, her whole face to worship. The taste was salty and rich, and Lisa found she craved it, driven by that insatiable inner voice that now whispered, Deeper. Make her come.
She slid a hand up Delores’s thigh, her fingers slipping easily through the wetness that was now slicking her inner lips. She pushed one finger, then two, inside. Delores cried out, a short, sharp sound that was pure pleasure. Lisa curled her fingers, finding a spot deep inside that made Delores’s legs tremble.
“Yes, right there, don’t stop,” Delores begged, her hips beginning to move in a frantic counter-rhythm to Lisa’s hand and mouth. The world had narrowed to this bathroom, to the feeling of this woman’s talented mouth on her cunt. It was obscene. It was the best thing she’d felt in a decade.
Lisa felt the tension coiling in Delores’s body, the muscles in her stomach clenching. The wish for proficiency had been granted in spades; her body knew exactly what to do. She increased the pressure of her tongue, flicking it rapidly over Delores’s clit while she pumped her fingers in and out, the wet, slick sounds filling the room.
Delores came with a guttural shout, her body seizing up, her hands fisting in Lisa’s hair hard enough to hurt. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, so intense she saw spots behind her eyelids. Lisa worked her through it, gentling her movements until Delores was just a trembling, boneless weight against the door, her breathing ragged.
Slowly, Lisa pulled back, her lips and chin glistening. She looked up at Delores, and for a moment, her own consciousness surfaced through the fog of magic-induced desire. She blinked, her eyes wide with shock and a dawning horror at what she had just done. “I… I’m…”
Delores, still catching her breath, looked down at her. She saw the confusion and fear in Lisa’s eyes and, with a clarity born of her own years and experience, understood that something unnatural was at play. But the feeling of that incredible orgasm was still echoing through her veins. She reached down, her touch surprisingly gentle, and cupped Lisa’s cheek. “Shhh. It’s okay.”
She pulled her slacks up, her movements slow and deliberate. She looked at the ring on her finger. The ring Lisa’s husband had been fidgeting with at the barbecue last week. The one he’d said was just a piece of junk. She had earlier wished to get laid while she looked at herself in the mirror
A slow, knowing smile spread across Delores’s face. She picked it up. It was warm.
“Come on, honey,” she said, her voice low and compelling. She took Lisa’s hand, pulling her to her feet. Lisa followed, compliant and dazed, out of the bathroom and across the hall to the master bedroom.
Delores guided Lisa to the edge of the king-sized bed and pushed her down onto the soft comforter. The afternoon light was fading, casting long shadows across the room. Delores stood over her, holding the ring. “I think this little thing is the key to all… this,” she said, gesturing between them. “Your husband found it, didn’t he?”
Lisa could only nod, her throat tight.
“And he wished for something,” Delores pressed. “Something about you. And then I put it on, and I thought… and you…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. The memory of what had just happened in the bathroom was vivid between them.
A new thought, desperate and clear, formed in Lisa’s mind. I wish I knew what it felt like for her. I wish she would make me feel that good.
As if hearing the thought, Delores’s smile widened. She didn’t put the ring on. She simply held it, a conduit, as she knelt on the floor and pushed Lisa’s knees apart. “My turn.”
She didn’t bother with gentle foreplay. She yanked Lisa’s practical cotton panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She exposed her to the cool air, and Lisa flinched, then moaned as Delores’s gaze focused on her. Delores leaned in, but not to use her mouth. She blew a soft, warm breath across Lisa’s damp curls, and Lisa shuddered.
“So pretty,” Delores murmured, and then she began to use her hands.
Her touch was nothing like Mark’s. It was assured, artistic. Her thumbs parted Lisa’s folds and she began to circle her clit with a relentless, perfect pressure. Lisa cried out, her back arching off the bed. It was too much, too soon, too skilled. It was exactly what she had wished for.
“Oh God,” Lisa gasped, her hands clutching at the comforter.
“That’s it, let go,” Delores commanded, watching her face. She slid two fingers inside Lisa, who gasped at the sudden, deep penetration. Delores crooked her fingers, finding that same sweet spot inside her, and began to rub it in a firm, circular motion while her thumb continued its devilish work on her clit.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Pleasure, sharp and bright, lanced through Lisa, so intense it bordered on pain. She was bucking against Delores’s hand, incoherent sounds tumbling from her lips. The magic, or the wish, or whatever it was, wasn’t just guiding Delores—it was amplifying every sensation, wiring her nerves directly to the pleasure centers in her brain.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come,” Lisa sobbed, her body tightening like a spring.
“Come for me, Lisa,” Delores said, her voice a dark promise. “Soak my hand.”
The command, so crude and so empowering, was the final trigger. Lisa’s orgasm exploded through her, a convulsive, screaming wave that tore through her body and left her shattered in its wake. She collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent, tears of overwhelm and ecstasy leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Delrose slowly pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her own lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied gleam in her eye. She looked from the utterly wrecked woman on the bed to the ring in her other hand. The metal seemed to pulse with a faint, warm light.
The metal seemed to pulse with a faint, warm light. Delores’s fingers tightened around it, the tarnished gold feeling alive in her palm. She looked from the ring to Lisa’s spent form on the bed, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face.
“You feel that?” Delores whispered, her voice rough. “It’s humming.”
Lisa could only manage a weak nod, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a heavy, intimate perfume. Delrose climbed onto the bed, straddling Lisa’s hips, her own damp slacks rough against Lisa’s bare skin.
“Your husband,” Delores said, leaning close, her breath hot on Lisa’s ear. “He wished for this, didn’t he? For you to be a fucking goddess in bed.” She didn’t wait for an answer. “But he has no idea what he unlocked.”
Lisa’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear and arousal mingling in her gaze. Delores held the ring up between them, its pulse quickening.
“I wish,” Delores said, her voice dropping to a guttural command, “that this got even better. I want to feel everything she feels, amplified. I want her to feel everything I do, tenfold.”
The ring flared, a sudden, searing heat that made Delores gasp. The energy didn’t just flow from the ring; it slammed into both of them, a psychic shockwave that bypassed thought and went straight to the nerve endings.
PLEASURE INTENSIFIES.
A moan was torn from Lisa’s throat, her back arching violently as a fresh, brutal wave of sensation crashed over her. It was as if her previous orgasm had been a mere preview; this was the main feature, raw and unforgiving. Every touch from Delores now registered as a supercharged current of pure, undiluted ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” Delores groaned, her own body shuddering as she shared the feedback loop of Lisa’s overwhelming pleasure. She ripped her own shirt off, not bothering with buttons, and pressed her bare chest against Lisa’s. The contact was electric, their nipples hardening into painful, exquisite points.
“I can feel… everything,” Lisa panted, her hands clawing at Delores’s back. “Inside my head… it’s you.”
Delores ground her hips down, the rough fabric of her slacks creating a delicious friction against Lisa’s clit. “I know, baby. I know.” She captured Lisa’s mouth in a savage kiss, all teeth and tongue, swallowing her cries.
She broke the kiss, moving down Lisa’s body. Her mouth found a breast, and she sucked hard, her tongue lashing the nipple. Lisa screamed, the sensation magnified beyond any reasonable limit, feeling it echo in Delores’s own body as a twin spike of pleasure.
Delores’s hand slid between her own legs, frantically working the button of her slacks. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
She managed to shove the clothing down her thighs, not even bothering to take them off. She was wet, so wet, her own arousal a slick, hot mess. She positioned herself over Lisa’s face. “Taste yourself on me,” she demanded, lowering her cunt onto Lisa’s mouth.
Lisa obeyed without thought, her tongue delving into Delores’s folds with a frantic hunger she no longer recognized as her own. The taste was amplified, a profound, musky essence that flooded her senses and made her dizzy. Every lick, every suck, sent synchronized tremors through both their bodies.
Delores cried out, her hips bucking against Lisa’s face. “Yes! Just like that, you perfect slut.”
Simultaneously, Delores reached down, her fingers finding Lisa’s dripping entrance. She didn’t tease. She pushed three fingers inside in one brutal, claiming thrust.
Lisa’s body seized around the intrusion, the feeling of being filled so completely and the shared sensation of her own mouth on Delores creating a feedback loop of unbearable pleasure. She was losing all sense of where she ended and Delores began.
“I’m gonna come again,” Delores snarled, her voice cracking. “And you’re coming with me.”
She fucked Lisa with her fingers in a hard, punishing rhythm, curling them to scrape that magical spot deep inside while her thumb pressed relentlessly on Lisa’s clit. At the same time, she ground her own swollen flesh against Lisa’s mouth, demanding more.
The dual orgasm hit them like a physical blow. Lisa’s scream was muffled by Delores’s body as her cunt clenched violently around the thrusting fingers, waves of convulsive pleasure tearing through her. Delores shouted, a raw, broken sound, as her own climax ripped through her, the sensations from Lisa’s mouth and her own hand merging into one cataclysmic peak.
They collapsed together, a tangled, sweating heap on the rumpled comforter. The only sound was their ragged, overlapping breaths. The ring, still clutched in Delores’s hand, had cooled, its light dimmed to a soft glow.