Allison : Part 1

"No." She saw me shiver and therefore realized my weakness for the way she spoke to me.

"Yes," she demanded quietly but firmly, invading my personal space completely as her arms surrounded me again and I felt trapped. I could tell that she was getting off on telling me what to do, and it made me really hot too. I don't know why.

She slowly moved her hand up to my chest and started cupping one of my breasts, grazing her thumb over the exposed skin while she kept eye contact. As she did this, she moved her other hand slowly under my dress again.

"Spread those legs for me," she ordered, and I gasped involuntarily. Damn, she knew it was turning me on. I wished it wouldn't, but I couldn't deny it to myself. She watched me close my eyes, listening to her every word. She repeated it, watching my lips tremble. "Spread. Your. Legs."

I slowly obliged and separated my legs about a foot apart. I scorned myself inwardly for listening to her, but I felt like she had taken all of my control already. Who was this woman and how was she doing this to me?

"Mmm I think you can do better than that," she chuckled, running her hand all the way up between my legs without reaching her destination. She traced her finger along my inner thighs, only inches away from my whet, desperate center. I sighed again with my eyes closed, feeling the breath escape me. I wanted more. As surprising as it was, I wanted more of this, but at the same time, I was reminded that this was an open room at a party. Granted it was upstairs, but anyone could walk in at anytime and see me offering myself to this strange woman.

"I can't ..." I started, slightly moving my hips subconsciously, trying to touch her fingers to my body. She felt this small motion and chuckled again. "What if someone walks in?" The next thing I knew, I felt her arms turning me around and her hand pressing gently down on my lower back. I could feel myself bending over the dresser as I looked to the side with no luck of seeing anything she was doing. I tried to get back up but she held my back and lifted my dress up, revealing my legs and panties. I shook as I felt her hand slide my dress up over my ass.

"No," I whimpered, "Please."

"Well, if someone should walk in, this wouldn't look very good would it?" She teased, standing beside me facing the door. I realized I could have easily gotten up but felt somehow compelled to do as she said. I felt myself blush the deepest shade of red, feeling her hands over my ass, massaging it gently. I waited, biting my lower lip before she spoke again.

"Up." She instructed, pulling my dress back down as she held my wrist in her hand and pulled me out of the room.

"What are you-"

"Shh ..." she whispered, pulling me down the hall to what looked to be a guest room. This room was even further from the stairs and effectively hidden in the darkness of the hall. Once she pulled me in she looked back up at me. "You have one chance to leave. If you don't take it, I'll assume you're alright with this little scenario, and we'll move on." She grinned, holding the door opened as I stood in my place. "Well?"

"I ... I don't even know who you are ..." I pointed out to myself, squirming nervously under her prominent gaze.

"I'm Megan," she started, smiling as her eyes met mine, "And you are?"

I kept still, keeping eye contact with her while she waited for me to make up my mind. The thoughts were racing through my head. Did I want this? She's a woman! Did that matter? Did that make it more enticing? "Alison," I said, wondering what she would want from me as I cast my eyes to the floor beside the bed in embarrassment of feeling so excited with her power over me.

I heard her shut the door, lock it, and walk over to me. I looked up into her eyes and saw a fiery passion there, gazing back at me, uncertain but obviously turned on. I kept contact with her eyes as I saw her fingers work to undo the first two buttons of her blouse. I looked down her shirt with short breaths, seeing beautiful cleavage before my eyes, her blouse flowing over her breasts with a black bra underneath.

"Did I say you could look?" She grinned, knowing I had no idea what she meant. I gave her a look of confusion, pulling my eyes quickly from her chest. "You're new to this, aren't you?"

My eyes widened. Did I know what she was talking about? Did I want to know? I was too confused to answer.

"Well that's just fine with me," she smiled, walking toward the bed with me so that I was walking backwards. I almost stumbled a couple of times, feeling her hands on my waist keeping me up before I felt the bed against the back of my knees.

"Sit," Her voice demanded. I obliged quickly, almost as she spoke the word. She smiled down at my obedience. She looked down at me, her eyes traveling over my body again before she took a seat beside me and patted her lap. I looked over to her with widened eyes. What did she want me to do? Sit in her lap?

"Come straddle me," she instructed very boldly and I felt another tingle. I seemed to like her orders, I liked fulfilling them.

I nodded my head and sheepishly got onto my knees, swinging one leg over her lap to sit facing her, completely opened to her. Suddenly I felt how opened I really was with my legs spread on either side of hers. I swallowed hard as I watched her hands caressing my legs, reaching the hem of my dress.

She smiled, running one hand up my thigh to my panties again. I gasped, feeling her finger through the material again. I didn't know how to explain it, but I had never felt that way before. She knew exactly what to do to turn me on, and there was no denying it.

To be continued ...