Chapter 2 - Getting to Know Each Other

Content: f solo?, fingering, anal fingering

When Annalise woke up, her gaze was immediately drawn to the helmet, sitting in the grass beside her bedroll. The entire time she was packing up her camp and eating breakfast, she kept glancing at it. When she was done, she picked it up, then hesitated. She turned it over in her hands. Sandra had sounded sincere, but still...

After another few minutes spent recasting mental protection spells, she slowly put the helmet back on. Sandra's voice came almost immediately. Oh, thank gods. I was afraid you weren't going to put it back on and that I would be asleep forever. Thank you. I see that you've put the rest of the armor on, as well.

Annalise had. She didn't really have room for it in her pack, and it was still magically connected to the helmet.

"I'm going to think about something to do about that. I can't go around wearing armor everywhere, but it's to unwieldy to carry around. Anyway, there was something I needed to ask you..."

Yes?

"We need to talk about what I'm going to do with this armor. I have no idea how to get you out of it, and even if I did, I doubt there is any way for you to regain a body without stealing someone else's."

I was afraid of that. Sandra said resignedly.

"I'm pretty sure you'll be able to... live in the helmet indefinitely, but that brings me to my question: should I take you back to your village? Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

There was silence for a few moments. I... don't think so. I really don't have any family, and not any close friends, either. In any case, what would I do? Someone would need to wear this helmet all the time for me to be able to talk to anyone, and even then, I'm a blacksmith. There's not really any way I can contribute without a body.

"Ah. And you have no other ideas about where to go?"

No. Sandra's voice sounded very small. Can't I stay with you for a while? I don't want to go asleep again without knowing when I'll wake up.

Annalise sighed. "I suppose. You'll be company, in any case. Maybe I'll think of something better later, or maybe my master will be able to come up to something."

I hope so. Anyway, where are you going?

As Annalise set out again, she began telling Sandra about the journey Master Makala had sent her on.

***

As the day passed, Annalise found that walking was more pleasant when she had someone to talk to. She found herself telling Sandra about her life with Master Makala and about her journey this far. Sandra, who told Annalise she was twenty-nine years old, had never been more than ten miles from her village of a few hundred people and listened with interest to everything Annalise could tell her.

By the time they paused for lunch, when they reached the edge of the woods, Annalise was pretty sure that Sandra was trustworthy, and let her mental protection spells lapse.

This is nice, said Sandra, as Annalise sat under a tree, eating some of the sausage she'd bought in the last village. I haven't been able to enjoy eating for the last two weeks.

Annalise swallowed. "You can even taste what I'm eating?"

Yes. I'm sure I explained, didn't I? I can't actually read your thoughts or feelings or anything, but I can feel all of you physical sensations. The sun on your skin, the taste of that sausage, the tree against your back, that kind of thing. It's just like I'm the one sitting here, except I have no control over how you move. That was really strange, in the beginning, after he took over my body. A note of bitterness crept into her voice. But I'm getting pretty used to it now. The difference now is that your body is so different from mine. You feel a lot smaller and thinner than I did.

Annalise tried to ignore, as she had several times the past few hours, how disturbing it was to have someone else sharing her body. It wasn't Sandra's fault. "Well, you're a blacksmith. From what I could see, you were half a foot taller than me and a lot better-muscled."

You know, I don't have a clear picture of what you look like? I didn't get a good look when he was attacking you, in the dark and with the fire and everything. Could you stop and let me look the next time we see some clear, still water or something?

Annalise swallowed the last bit of sausage and reached for her pack. "I can do better than that, I think."

She rummaged for the small, carefully wrapped hand mirror. After unwrapping it, she propped it up against a tree and recited a stretching spell, concentrating carefully to make sure the mirror expanded evenly. It quickly grew to nearly four feet in diameter. The spell had, of course, also expanded the mirror's blemishes, so that parts of it warped the reflection weirdly, but if she stood just right and at a short distance, she was completely reflected in the mirror.

It was strange to see herself in armor; after some time getting used to it the armor it had begun feeling almost as comfortable as her normal clothing, thanks to the many spells on it to increase comfort, and she had almost forgotten she was wearing it. The figure in gleaming metal looked almost like a stranger.

You're younger than I thought, said Sandra, That armor makes you look pretty bulky, but you're pretty small, aren't you? She sounded amused.

"I'm not that small. I'm five foot one!"

I guess I'm just used to being five eight and, from what I can see, quite a bit broader.

"Well, you did have some pretty good muscles," said Annalise, rubbing her throat, which was still black and blue.

Blacksmit, like I said. Well, I suppose I'll get used to riding along with a tiny little cute girl... She said it teasingly, and Annalise noticed it was the first sign of humor Sandra had shown since Annalise had met her. She supposed she couldn't blame Sandra for trying to look at her situation positively.

"All right, if you've seen what you wanted to see, it's time to get going again."

Can't see much, what with the armor, but at least I've got some idea now what people see when they look at us.

Annalise shrunk the mirror back down and packed it away again, then took out her map to check that she was still going the right way.

Hey! Wait a minute!

"What is it?" Annalise asked, looking around quickly.

Could you look back at that map for a moment? I'm trying to remember something...

Annalise shrugged and looked back down.

Where are you going right now?

"Not really anywhere in specific. I'm just going north and east, but mostly I use the map to make sure I don't get lost. I'm supposed to be getting experience and seeing more of the world, so it doesn't really matter where I go."

In that case, could you make a bit of a detour? I've just remembered something. When I first got stuck in this helmet, before he recruited those wolves, he found a map, I guess to find out where he was, and there was one place he looked up first thing. I think that's where he was goind when he ran into you.

"Where was he going?"

Well, see those hills to the northwest? On his map, he marked a cave near the edge. I'm not sure why he was going there -- I was still pretty much panicking and not paying too much attention -- but from what he said to himself, I think he had a stash of backup equipment there. There could be something useful or valuable in it. I mean, you said that this armor was worth a fortune, there could be more...

Annalise had Sandra direct her hand to the place she meant and marked it with a piece of charcoal, then traced a path on the map. It would be about a week's travel, but there would be one or two villages along the way. And an equipment stash of someone who'd had an armor as good as this one might indeed be valuable. She rolled up the map.

"Alright. We'll follow this path until we get to the crossroads, then we'll go in the direction of those hills."

***

Night was falling by the time they reached the crossroads. Annalise was happy to see that someone had erected a small shack just off the side of the road, with a small well beside it. It didn't look particularly well-used, just like the roads here weren't well-traveled, but it would be good to have a roof over her head again. There were a couple of signs nailed to a post by the crossroads, and a quick check of her map showed that they were still on the right track.

After a quick dinner, she began to get ready for bed. As she began removing the armor, Sandra, who had been mostly quiet for the last few hours, spoke again, Could you do the mirror thing again? I'd like a better look at you.

Annalise shrugged, finished removing the armor and retrieved her mirror, then enlarged it and looked into it.

You look pretty good. I guess if I have to be stuck with someone, it's at least a cute girl.

"*Woman*, if you please, " said Annalise, a little annoyed with Sandra's pokes at her size.

Woman, then. I can't really deny that, when you're wearing this little.

Annalise blushed and shrank the mirror again, then began unrolling her bedroll.

Hey, don't blame me. I can't be blamed for where you look, you know.

"But you can keep your comments to yourself."

I thought you'd be a little less prudish, considering what you were doing when we first talked.

Annalise felt a sudden flush of embarrassment as the memory of last night came back to her and she was sure her blush was incandescent.

"That's enough of that, I think," she said, careful to keep her voice normal. "Good night."

Hey now, I didn't mean it like that. Don't be --

Annalise took off the helmet, and put it down by the armor. Then, feeling embarrassed and a little angry at Sandra, she crept into her bedroll.

***

The next morning, Annalise waited until she was wearing the armor again before putting the helmet on.

Oh thank gods! Sandra sounded panicked.

"What?"

I was afraid you were never going to put the helmet back on nd that I was never going to wake up again! I'm so sorry!

"Oh." It took a moment for Annalise to realize the implications. "I wouldn't just do that to you!"

You were angry, I could tell from how your hands shook! I shouldn't have said anything.

"It was mostly just embarrassment, really. Yes, you could have been a bit more tactful, but I'm not going to keep you stashed away forever just for a little disagreement."

Oh thank you! But please warn me when you're going to take the helmet off. It's really creepy, suddenly not being to feel anything.

Annalise had a sudden jab of guilt as she realized how Sandra must have felt. "I'm sorry. You were embarrassing me and I didn't think it through."

It's alright, I guess. I shouldn't have kept poking you.

Annalise packed up her camp in silence, then set off again. Neither of them spoke for a while, as Annalise considered the clouds gathering ahead of them. It looked like rain later in the day.

After about half an hour, Sandra spoke up again, hesitantly. Could I ask you something?

"Sure. But first: I've been thinking, too. It looks like we're going to sharing a lot, for what might be a long time. So I guess we should just try to be honest with each other. I'll try not to get angry with you again, but you need to listen to me too, alright?"

That's fair. Anyway, tomorrow, could you put the helmet on before breakfast? Before, he didn't seem to be happy with the fact that he'd stolen a woman's body, and I think he didn't really get any kind of pleasure out of eating and such, so it was all very rushed, and I didn't get to enjoy anything either. She sighed. Even if I'm stuck like this, I'd like to get some fun out of life.

"I didn't really think about that. I can do that. But I should warn you, the food I have for on the road really isn't that great."

That's OK. If I can't do anything, I can at least try to feel things.

They lapsed into silence again. Annalise wondered whether she would have handled getting her body stolen and her mind stuck in a piece of headwear half as well.

The rest of the morning, they avoided any kind of heavy conversation. Sandra wanted to hear what life as an apprentice sorceress was like, so Annalise spent some time telling her about some of the more amusing and surprising occurrences in her life the past few years.

***

After the break for lunch (bread and cheese, which Sandra seemed to appreciate a lot more than Annalise did), Annalise, keeping a suspicious eye on the sky, spent a few minutes casting a spell to repel rain above herself. After she'd explained, Sandra seemed a little put out.

I like rain. Especially in this heat.

"Mostly I don't mind it, but I think that if this armor gets wet, it'll take a long time to dry out and be pretty uncomfortable while it does."

You're probably right.

After a while, it did start to rain. At first it wasn't too bad; it rained pretty hard, but Annalise's spell kept almost all of it away. Later in the afternoon, however, the wind picked up sharply, with strong gusts blowing rain almost horizontally at her and underneath the cover of the spell. She tried increasing the coverage and reorienting the spell, but covering herself completely took too much effort and the wind was so unpredictable that far too much rain got through. She could feel the padding under her armor getting increasingly damp.

When a gust of wind blew the rain into her eyes at just the right time for her to stumble into a muddy puddle, she decided enough was enough. She stomped off the road, boots squelching, and began shouting the words to enlarge her rain-repelling bubble and anchor it to the ground. Soon, she was standing in a fifteen-foot-wide dry spot.

That's a neat trick.

"Yes, it's a shame I can't do this while moving. We'll have to camp out for a bit until the rain stops."

You were right, by the way. This armor is really uncomfortable when it's wet.

"It really is. I'm going to have to take it off for a while to have it dry out." She began unbuckling one of the straps on her leg.

Are you going to take off the helmet too? Sandra asked, uncertainly.

"No. That isn't too uncomfortable, and I know you hate it."

Thanks.

Annalise continued unbuckling straps and taking the armor off piece by piece. She watched the raindrops stopping dead a few feet in front of her and rolling down thin air. When she was done, she stood up straight, relishing the feeling of wind drying her skin. It was still pretty warm, even with the rain.

This is nice. Exactly the part of summer rain that I like.

Annalise had to agree. Still, now that the armor was laid out on the ground, she discovered that even her bra and panties were soaked.

"Do you mind if I undress completely? I'm going to need to put on dry underwear, as well. I know I don't usually put on the helmet until I'm dressed..."

No, that's fine. I can't say the clammy feeling is pleasant. Sandra sounded amused but a little wistful. Anyway, it's been quite a while since I've seen a naked pretty girl. Even if this time it's from the inside...

Annalise paused, her panties halfway down her legs, and looked away from herself, staring into the rain with a blush.

"Oh! You're... into women?"

Yes, though the whole subject's been pretty theoretical the past few years. The disadvantage of living in a small village.

Annalise took off her underwear the rest of the way, then crossed her arms and stood staring into the wind-driven rain. Suddenly she felt exposed, standing the middle of a scrubby plain, wind howling all around her. "You could have mentioned it before I started undressing..."

Oh, come on. It's not as if I can do anything about it. Without your help, that is.

Annalise sighed. The were going to be stuck together for a time, possibly a very long time if she couldn't find a way to get Sandra out of her helmet. "Oh alright. Still, I'd prefer you be open about things like this and just tell me. I don't suppose we'll be able to have a lot of secrets from each other."

Agreed, then. Sandra chuckled. So, in the spirit of openness, anything like this I should know about *you*?

"Not really." Annalise found that she was suddenly very aware of any time any part of her own body came into her field of view. She wondered what Sandra was thinking. The feeling that someone was watching her, through her own eyes, felt both embarrassing and a little exciting. As she stepped over to her pack, the grass tickling her feet, and bent down to rummage for her clothes, she was suddenly very aware that Sandra was able to feel everything she did.

Only interested in men, then? I guess I won't be having any vicarious fun, then.

"I wasn't going to have any 'fun' with anyone while wearing the helmet, in any case," said Annalise, then exclaimed, "Oh damn!" The rain even gotten into her pack. Her spell book and more vulnerable items had been well-wrapped and were still dry, but her clean clothes were damp.

Well, that doesn't look comfortable. Don't you have a spell to dry them out quickly, or something?

"Drying spells always make my clothes itchy and uncomfortable. I suppose..." She trailed off, then concentrated and muttered a few word, and the grass inside the circle steamed for a moment. She reached out with her hand. It was bone-dry now.

"Well, I don't think that's very good for the grass, but now I have some sapce to lay out my clothes to dry."

She spent a few minutes doing so, and clearing out her pack so that she could hit it with another drying spell. A few more words heated up a large rock until it was uncomfortable to the touch and radiating heat all around. That done, Annalise found a spot of unoccupied grass at the edge of the dome and sat down. A few quick words and a moment's concentration gave her a sense of the weather.

"I don't think we're going to make much progress for the rest of the day, so I suppose I'd best make camp. We can get going again tomorrow. It should be dry then."

That's a weird feeling, you know, Sandra mused as Annelise concentrated on digging up the grass in the center of the bubble to make a fire pit. That weather thing you do, I mean. I don't get the feeling you do, I think, but I kind of notice that there is a feeling, if you know what I mean?

Annelise frowned. "I thought you could feel what I was thinking?"

I can't. Just your physical feeling. And I don't get anything from your other spells, either. Maybe because this spell gives you information I kind of get the edge of it because I -- I mean, the helmet -- is on your head?

"It's possible. I don't think anyone has ever really looked into the interactions of mental spells and... Call it non-controlling possession." She raised a hand and, with a thought, called up a couple of glittering motes of light, making them orbit her fingers. "Can you feel this?"

Nope. What does it feel like?

"I can't really explain it. There's just a sense of where the lights are, and I can move them just by thinking, like I would move my hand." She thought for a moment. "It might be because I control this spell -- mentally, but the point is the control -- while the weather-sensing spell delivers information to my mind. Let me know if you ever feel anything when I cast anything else, OK? It might help to define exactly how this body-sharing thing works."

Would that be helpful? Sandra asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.

"I have no idea. This is all new to me, so I'm just trying to find out all I can."

***

A few minutes later, a quick trip outside the bubble for some firewood and a drying spell later, there was a small campfire burning in the fire pit and Annalise could relax her concentration on the spell heating the rock. Then she spent a few more minutes pouring more power into the rain shield until she was confident it would hold up without further attention until the following morning.

She lay down in the grass, head on her arms, and looked up at the wind-driven rain.

"That's about it. There's nothing more to do until my stuff dries." Annalise stretched and yawned. "I shouldn't go to sleep, or I won't sleep tonight. What can we talk about?"

I like rain like this, if I'm not out in it. Sandra was silent for a few moments. Can I... ask you something?

"Sure." Annalise shrugged, the dry grass tickling her back.

It's kind of... personal.

"Just ask. The worst than can happen is that I won't answer."

OK. That night we first... 'met,' I guess...* Sandra began. Annalise said nothing, though she could feel herself blush a little. Do you do that a lot?

"Er... Yes? I mean, every couple of days, at least? Don't most women?"

Not just playing with yourself! I mean the, you know, finger in your... butt?

"Oh, that." Annalise could feel herself start to blush more. Still, she'd encouraged Sandra to ask. "Occasionally. You were there, right? You know that it feels nice."

I... noticed, yes. It's just that I never thought about doing that... She sounded embarrassed.

Sandra smiled to herself, knowing that Sandra would feel that she did. "You must have heard that it's something people do, right?" It was fun to return the embarrassment after Sandra's earlier teasing.

I thought it was just something that, well.. That men wanted to do to women.

Annalise giggled. "Oh, it is. My... boyfriend, back in the village, certainly liked it. But it feels good for women, too."

Oh! You've done it with a guy? With his... penis in there? Isn't that way too big to be comfortable?

This time she laughed out loud. "We built up to it. He didn't just jam it up there!" She looked to the side, even though there was no eye contact to avoid. "Anyway, I've had something bigger than Tomas' cock in there once or twice..."

Really? Sandra was starting to sound curious and a little excited.

"Really." Annalise looked sideways at her clothes. They still looked damp, and the two of them had time to kill before dinner. "Let me tell you about it..."

She described her first attempt at combined conjuration, giggling at Sandra's disbelieving interjections. It was nice to have someone to talk to about this kind of thing, she thought as she got into the story. In the village, she was always a little apart from the other girls, and though she suspected that Master Makala wouldn't have minded talking about it, that wasn't something Annalise felt comfortable with.

By the time she finished, Sandra was sounding more interested than disbelieving.

"That's why I was... playing with myself that night, you know," she explained. "Even now, every time I try combined conjuration, I get excited. I'm not sure whether I should thank Master Makala for that or not..."

She sat up, smiling at Sandra's laughter in her head, and realized she had a hand on her breast and was pinching her nipple. She snatched her hand away and hoped

I was enjoying that... Sandra's voice was quiet and a little sad.

Annalise looked down without thinking. Her nipples were hard little points. She looked up again, quickly, staring straight ahead at the rain lashing the plain.

"I-" she began, but didn't know what to say next.

Hey, came Sandra's hesitant voice, I'm sorry I said anything, OK?

Annalise flopped back down, stretching out in the grass. "No, that wasn't it. It's just strange having someone else feeling along with me. It's okay most of the time, but with some things..."

I guess I understand. It's just... I missed that, these last few weeks. I know I told you I'd had a dry spell the last couple of years, but at least I had my fingers, before, you know?

Annalise nodded.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Annalise didn't know what Sandra was thinking about, but her thoughts kept returning to Sandra's sad words.

Eventually, as she stood up to check if her clothes where dry yet, she came to a decision. She sat down cross-legged and deliberately looked down.

"Sandra?" she asked.

Yes? What are you thinking about? I can feel your heart racing!

Annalise smiled ruefully. It would be hard to keep things from her passenger.

"I've been thinking..." she began.

Yes?

"I don't know if this would make things weird, but I'd be willing to... keep the helmet on next time. I know it must be hard for you."

Really? When you... you know?

"Yes," Annalise replied, after taking a deep breath. "We're going to be sharing a lot of things anyway, so I'm willing to try, once. After that, we'll see." A thought struck her. "But I'm still taking it off when I need to go to the bathroom!"

Sandra's thanks turned into a sudden burst of laughter at Annalise's last words. Annalise sat, smiling, for a few moments while Sandra's laughter filled her mind.

"It wasn't that funny," she said.

I- I thought it was. You were being so composed and then you suddenly say that*, Sandra replied, laughter still in her voice. But thanks, she continued, seriously. It's been *so[/i] long since I've been able to touch myself...

Annalise wasn't sure what more she could say. She stretched out in the grass again. The rain was going to let up anytime soon.

So... 'Next time?' Sandra said. Nothing much we can do right now, so maybe next time can be now?

Annalise let out an only-slightly-nervous giggle at the anticipation in Sandra's voice. She dragged  a hand through her hair, aware that there was a feeling of heat low in her stomach at the thought, and further that Sandra could probably feel that, too.

"Oh, why not!" she said, trying to sound confident.

Really? I didn't think you'd actually go for it!

"Yes, so long as you don't talk me out of it..."

Oh, sorry! I'm just...

"I know, I'm just nervous."

Sandra didn't reply, and Annalise's moved her hand, jerkily, down her stomach. The nervousness she was feeling only increased her excitement now that she had made her decision. Her legs trembled as her finger passed over her clit on its way to stroking her pussy.

Oh! Bald, and no stubble?

"I -- Ah! -- used a potion," Annalise explained as her finger slid along her slit, the first knuckle just barely slipping inside. "Easier, on the road."

That feels nice...

"Hmm..." Annalise hummed, two fingers now rubbing along the outside of her pussy as the fist slid deeper inside. She kept her movements slow and teasing for a while, slowly building up her excitement as her fingers became coated in more and more of her own juices.

Ah! Sandra exclaimed, as Annalise's palm skimmed her clit again. Annalise wondered for a second why Sandra made these kinds of mental gasps if she wasn't actually using breath to speak, but the thought was lost when her first finger bottomed out and set off a burst of pleasure.

That's so good... Each comment of the voice in her head now only increased Annalise's excitement at the reminder that someone else was there, feeling what she was feeling.

Can I-- Can you... do the mirror thing again? I want to see you.

Annalise's fingers stopped moving. She'd had sex before, and she and Tomas had watched each other masturbate a couple of times... This would be the first time a woman would be watching her. She breathed in, and the movement sent another tingle through her as her hand touched her clit again. She made up her mind.

"Alright. Give me a minute..."

The feeling of absence as her finger left her pussy, just as she had gotten herself good and excited, almost made her lie back down, but she stood up and went to the pile of things from her pack.

It took only moments to prop the finger against the cooling rock and enlarge it again, though she noticed that her concentration had wavered a bit by the way the edged looked rather distorted. Still, it was good enough to see herself in. Then she stacked her pack and a few of the less-vulnerable items in front of the mirror and leaned back against them.

Oh, you're cute! Sandra exclaimed as Annalise hesitantly planted her feet and spread her legs.

She watched herself, her eyes drawn her pink pussy, spread open a little, glistening with wetness. Her gaze wandered up her body, over her stomach and her breasts with their rosy, erect nipples. When she reached her face, she was very aware that someone else was also looking out of her grey-green eyes.

As her hands moved to between her legs, one of them spreading her pussy open wider while the other slipped two fingers inside, it was almost as if she was watching some other girl masturbating for her.

I like your tattoo.. Sandra's voice was soft and breathy. Only its strange, echo-less quality reminding Annalise of the fact that it was coming from her own head and not from the girl in front of her.

She thrust her fingers deeper, twining them around each other and rubbing along her inner walls. She avoided her clit, only the occasional bump from her palm sending a spike of pleasure through her as she concentrated on the two fingers stretching her pussy.

Ooh, touch your breasts, Sandra breathed.

Annalise obeyed without really thinking about it, almost surprised a the feeling when her fingers skimmed over one of her sensitive nipples and gently squeezed her breast. Annalise's moan in her mind made her tight pussy clench around her working fingers.

She couldn't quite believe how quickly she was getting wet as, in the mirror, she watched fingers work at her pussy, shining with wetness as they stretched it open further. A third finger slid inside without a conscious thought, the delicious stretching making her moan.

Yesss, pretty girl, Sandra moaned, open up that wet cunt for me.

Annalise could feel herself blush at Sandra's language, though it wasn't visible on her already-flushed face in the mirror. She pinched her nipple.

Oh! Sensitive!

Annalise smiled at the surprise in Sandra's voice as she pinched harder and pulled lightly, not causing any pain but sending a bolt of pleasure down to her pussy. She watched everything she was doing in the mirror as if she was doing it to someone else. Her fingers began thrusting in and out of her pussy, wet sounds just barely audible over the sound of the rain as drops of her fluids dripped onto the grass.

Her breathing became labored as she kept going, her hand speeding up until she was finger-fucking herself as fast as she could. Sandra's moans filled her mind as the girl in the mirror flushed red all over and slumped down, her legs spreading wider, exposing herself as her other hand mauled her breasts and pulled her nipples.

It's - so - different! Sandra panted.

"Y-you like it when I fuck your pussy? When I stretch it out with my fingers?" Annalise wasn't sure where it came from, but it felt right, as she imagined Sandra as the girl in front of her, panting under her hands.

Yes! It feels so good! Harder!

Annalise's movements faltered for a moment as she folder her last finger against the others and thrust it inside her pussy as well, stretching her pussy almost painfully wide as she continued to fuck herself and Sandra.

Oh gods! Fuck me! Sandra's words were just enough to push her over the edge, her legs locking up for a moment as a wave of pleasure exploded from her pussy and rushed through her body. She slumped back but just managed to keep her eyes on the mirror, seeing her -- and Sandra's -- pussy clench around her fingers.

Her hand slowed down but didn't stop, every movement sending almost-painful pleasure through her over-sensitized cunt. Normally, this was too much for her, immediately after an orgasm, but now the knowledge that Sandra was feeling the same thing made her keep going as Sandra's moans filled her mind, going on long after she should have been out of breath.

Finally, she removed her hands from her dripping pussy but kept on stroking her clit, her legs jerking with every moment.

T-too much! Y-you... Sensitive!

It took Annalise a second to find her voice, and when she spoke it was haltingly, between heaving breaths as she kept the pleasure going.

"You... wanted me to... keep the... helmet on!" she panted.

She stopped her stroking abruptly, and Sandra's moan trailed off into a whine.

"Oh, not had enough yet?" she asked? She wasn't sure why. Her pussy really was feeling overstimulated, but she suddenly wanted to hear Sandra's moans of pleasure some more.

N-no, I've had- Ah!

Sandra's voice cut of abruptly as Annalise moved her hand down a little and slipped two slick fingers easily into her other hole. Usually, she would need a little more preparation, but she was still relaxed from her orgasm. She began sliding the fingers in and out, more slowly than she had been fucking her pussy but still sending bolts of pleasure up her spine with every movement.

"You- Ah! Asked about this, di-didn't you?"

Her other hand pinched a nipple, hard, one last time and then moved down her stomach, two fingers bracketing her clit as she began to rub it again.

I- Ooh! Yes! Sandra said, incoherently, as her voice trailed off into more moans.

Annalise looked at the girl in the mirror, two fingers fucking her ass as she rubbed her pussy, a sheen of sweat on her torso, a hazy look in her eyes and her mouth hanging open. It fitted with Sandra's squeals and groans that accompanied every movement of Annalise's fingers.

This time, it look a little longer for Annalise to build back up to her peak. Her two fingers kept pistoning into her ass while her other hand kept up the pressure on her abused clit. After a few minutes, she thrust her fingers into her pussy again at the same time that she added another finger to the two in her ass, provoking another mental scream from Sandra at the feeling of both her holes being filled to capacity. She could feel her fingers rub against each others, separated only by the thin wall separating her cunt from her ass.

The heat rose in her as she clenched down with both her ass and her pussy, making herself work to keep fucking herself in both her holes. In the mirror, her breasts were heaving with her panting breaths, peaked nipples swaying on top. As she felt her orgasm approach, she slowly looked up her body, from her curled toes, up her jerking legs, past the thrusting fingers opening both her holes, over her swaying breasts to her face, wide eyes looking unfocussed as she made eye contact with herself.

Yes yes yes keep going harder!

She looked into her own eyes and imagined she could see Sandra behind them. Sandra's moans in her mind lost all semblance of coherence as the pleasure crashed over her, her own voice hoarsely shouting in ecstasy as she came, dragging Sandra along.

This time she did stop moving, nerveless fingers slipping from both her abused holes as she slumped back, eyes half-closing as she watched herself in the mirror.

It took a few minutes for her head to clear. She realized she was going to be sore for quite a while after this but found it difficult to care.

Wow, came Sandra's voice, eventually.

"Yeah," Annalise agreed.

You go in for rougher stuff than I usually do.

"I don't either, usually," Annalise said as she rolled onto her side and rested her head on her arm.

I'm not complaining, mind you. That was great!

"Thanks." Annalise hesitated for a moment. But they were supposed to be honest. "It was because you were with me," she explained. "Just the thought that you could feel what I felt... I don't usually keep going after an orgasm, but I just to hear you moan. That was hot."

Oh. It was almost unpleasantly intense, at first, but I liked it. Are you sure you aren't into women? she teased.

"Well, technically, I didn't say that..." She rolled her head and met her own eyes in the mirror. "I've never done anything with a woman before, and I'm mostly attracted to men, but I don't have anything against it, in principle."

Oh. Well, in that case, maybe try it sometime? Perhaps while wearing the helmet?

Annalise laughed. "We'll see." She looked away from the mirror and back up at the raindrops splattering against her spell above her. "I imagined it was you in the mirror, you know."

Ah, right. Even though I'm not actually a tiny little cute girl...

"I'm not *tiny*!" Annalise shouted, mock-offended. Sandra's giggles filled her head.

Annalise stretched out in the grass. "Anyway, I think we can call this a successful attempt."

I'll say! Your whole body is still tingling.

Annalise yawned. "And I'm tired, now. I think I'll have a nap before dinner."

Can you keep the helmet on? I'd like to bask in the afterglow for a bit. Haven't had the chance these past couple of weeks.

"Alright. If you're awake by the time I need to start dinner, wake me up, OK?"

I will.

Annalise reached out for a shirt, wadded it up, put it under her head and curled up on the grass. She was asleep in minutes.
