Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

=13.3333pxDISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy and does not represent anything about the real person it is purported to be about. I own nothing whatsoever, and wish only respect for Trisha, Meg and anyone else mentioned here. 

=13.3333pxIt didn't happen, it won't happen, and it's all just made up. Sorry Trish (who will never read this) but I couldn't help myself.


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Winning the contest to be the personal assistant to Trisha Hershberger had been a huge deal for Michelle. She worshipped the Sourcefed star with the soft smile and public personality, who dealt with the same figure Michelle had with style and grace where she'd always struggled. She was an idol to the younger girl, and now she could show her appreciation.
 
And then, the convention had arrived, and Michelle had gone to meet her idol, only to find the plane was delayed, and after an additional four hour wait, Trisha was finally able to depart. Michelle was waiting at the gate, sign in hand, but her stomach was turning over. What if Trisha wasn't like who she played on the internet. Even if she had her own channel where she didn't advertise anything, it was the internet, right? It could be a big joke, it could be a nightmare, it could be-
 
'Oh, hey! You're the assistant!' A bright voice came out from the departure doors, and a tiny girl in a big coat came through. Sure enough, Michelle recognized her idol under the hood.
 
'Welcome to X! Sorry it's so cold!' Michelle apologized, remembering that she normally lived in California.
 
'Nah, it's not so big a deal, I'm from Pennsylvania originally, and it gets plenty cold out there.'
 
She dragged one of her enormous suitcases out, and Michelle went to grab the cart. Once they'd placed everything on it, Trisha finally turned to look at her new assistant.
 
'Oh, hey! You're as small as I am!' She wrapped Michelle in a big hug, 'I hear you won the contest, and I wanted to say thanks for doing this. I know it's kinda weird to do a paid job for free, so I'll try not to be a huge hassle, ok?'
 
Michelle was stunned, but responded to the hug.
 
'I'm happy to help, you're... you're my hero.' She said.
 
'Awesome!' The model laughed, 'I think we're gonna have a ton of fun.'
 
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The con itself was a frenetic nightmare, especially right after getting off the plane, but Michelle found herself startled at how well she was handling it. She and Trisha seemed like they could almost read each other's minds, and at the end of the day, though they were both exhausted, Trisha confessed that she'd had much, much worse. For the first time in a long time, she said, she felt like she could handle the full three day con. They went up to Trisha's hotel room to destress for a bit, and Trish went to go take a shower when Michelle's phone rang.
 
'Uh, hi, this is... Michelle? Right?' The voice was only vaguely familiar.
 
'Yeah, um, hi, who is this?' The tiny brunette responded
 
'I ran the Personal Assistant contest, right? You won; you're with what's her name, the internet girl, right?'
 
'Uh... yeah, Trisha Hershberger. Are you gonna tell me how to get the hotel key?'
 
'Sure. So, uh, I've got some bad news. We don't have any money to pay for a hotel room. Like, I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do for you.'
 
'Wait, what, I can't get a hotel room? Where am I supposed to stay, I don't live in-'
 
-Click-
 
'You jackass!' Michelle yelled at the phone, which only displayed a private number, only to see Trish came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel.
'If they didn't give you any accommodation, I'm perfectly happy to let you stay here, you know. It's a big room and a huge bed for two petite ladies like us' Trish flashed her bright smile at her worn out assistant. It was true; too, between the two of them, neither was more than 5 feet tall.
 Michelle blushed just a little. Even after the whole day with her, Trisha's gratitude meant a lot to her.
'They said it'd include a room, but he just backed out and now I've got nothing. I could maybe stay with friends in the city; I don't want to be a trouble for y-'
'Nope, no trouble,' Trisha interrupted, 'you stay here. I haven't had a slumber party in years. It'll be fun!'
'Thanks,' Michelle blushed a little further, eyes darting to the bathroom.
Trisha wrung out her hair, seeing the motion.
'Of course you can use my bathroom, silly. Go have a shower. Mi casa es su casa.'
'Thank you!' Michelle was off the chair and into the bathroom before Trisha had even finished talking.
 
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After a long hot shower, Michelle took the opportunity to wrap herself up in one of the lavish towels just as Trisha had; having a brief moment of recognition at just how similar the two looked. Trisha had the longer, straight hair and was just a little taller and thinner, but Michelle's shoulders and rounded bottom didn't make her feel inferior. The bust of the two, Michelle reasoned, made the hanging towel an awkward a sight were anyone to see them, but since it looked the same on both of them, Michelle was sure Trisha wouldn't mind.
 
That was until she walked out of the bathroom to see Trisha lying on the bed, towel undone and completely nude, one hand between her legs.  The sourcefed star had her eyes closed and was making small moans as she worked at herself, and Michelle was stunned, staring as her idol masturbated in front of her. Michelle took a deep breath, unable to move, her eyes almost desperately raked over Trisha's body as she arched her back slightly, thrusting her impressive breasts to the ceiling. After a few tortured moments, Michelle quietly went back into the bathroom.
 
She took a deep breath, considering what she'd seen, subconsciously wondering why she'd stayed so long, and why her own body felt so hot. Michelle was well aware she didn't have an interest in women, but still, the raw sexuality of her idol on display... She squeezed her legs together, hoping the feeling would pass. After a few ragged breaths, she stood up, announced 'I'm done!' loudly, and exiting the bathroom again.
 
This time, Trish was wrapped up in the towel again, though looking like she'd just thrown it back on and just a bit flush. She held the hand that she'd been pleasuring herself with to it closely, as if to hide the evidence, but Michelle made efforts not to look.
 
'Long shower!' Trisha announced, sounding not at all awkward about what she was doing, 'I started to get bored without you, so I was thinking of what to do tonight.'
 
Michelle started. There was no hint of innuendo in what Trisha had said, but still, maybe she me-
 
'I checked the movie channel, and that new nerdy superhero film is out. I keep meaning to watch, wanna join me?'
 
Michelle relaxed; of course that was what she meant. She mentioned the movie on her own channel and was waiting to do a review. Michelle had also wanted to see it of course, so she sat down against the pillows as Trisha set the movie going, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. It was just Michelle and her idol, watching nerdy movies and making snarky commentary, everything Michelle could have ever wanted.
 
This was the best contest ever. Even when Trish was trying to decide what to watch next, Michelle fell asleep in the big bed, her only thoughts were of how this was the best day ever.
 
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It was 230 when Michelle woke up, feeling the bed move slightly. She was about to put it off to nothing and fall back asleep when she felt it again, just a light, repetitive motion, and then a soft moan. She let her eyes adapt to the darkness and was startled to see Trisha had pushed back the bedcovers and the smooth curve of her hips was visible against the dim light of the city outside the window. What was really startling was that her shoulder was moving quickly in a rhythmic way that left little question as to where her hand was placed. Another soft moan confirmed what remaining suspicions there were, though this one was almost frustrated.
 
Michelle just watched, entranced by the way Trisha's skin played in the light, the curves of her body so eloquently cut in the darkness. A familiar heat began inside her, but she resisted it. She was not into women, no matter how beautiful they were, or how they smelled in the darkness, a perfect mix of femininity and need, or how the- Michelle shook her head. That was not a normal thought for her, but she was self-aware enough to admit that whatever her sexuality, she was getting remarkably aroused just watching Trisha pleasure herself. One of Michelle's hands started to move slightly down her body before Trisha made a disgruntled noise and stopped moving.
 
Silence. For a long moment, Michelle just watched her again, before Trisha gave a long, irritable sigh and started to pull the covers over herself again.
 
Another long silence.
 
Michelle spoke, 'what’s wrong, Trish?'
 
Trish jumped slightly at this, and Michelle found herself doing the same. She hadn't intended to say anything, to get involved at all, but then... that heat inside.
 
Trish turned to stare at the ceiling, catching Michelle in her peripheral vision.
 
'You, uh, saw that there, huh?' she asked. Michelle couldn't see the blush, but the tone betrayed it.
 
'Y-yeah, I did.' Michelle confessed.
 
Trish gave another long sigh and then shut her eyes, raising one hand to her face in embarrassment.
 
'You caught me earlier too, didn't you?' her voice was muffled by her hands.
 
'...yeah, I did.' There was no point in lying now. It wasn't like Michelle felt embarrassed about it. Not nearly as much as she thought she would, anyway.
 
'Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.' Trish curled up in a little ball, laughing slightly, 'I just... you can't tell anyone about this, ok? Ok?' she looked at Michelle.
 
'Of course not.' Michelle agreed.
 
Trish took another deep breath.
 
'I get so turned on at these conventions. I don't even know why it's so bad, but it is. All those fans, and I know so many of them fantasize about me, so many naughty plans, so many naughty thoughts that they'd do to me if they had a chance. I'm always half tempted to invite someone along, but I never would, I'm way too bashful for that, but you know, looking like I do, I know they're thinking it and it fucking gets. Me. off.' She intoned the last few syllables hard, and then turned back to Michelle again, looking pointedly down at Michelle's bust, hidden by the blanket and Michelle felt a shiver she prayed Trisha didn't see.
 
'You must know how I feel, with those, all the guys - and girls, too - that stare at you, wishing they could get you alone so they could...' she trailed off and made a hungry little noise, then chuckled, but Michelle shook her head.
 
'That's... not really something I think about, I mean, I don't know.'
 
'Really?' Trish sounded incredulous in the dark, 'It's like half of why I model. The thought of being half naked in a million calendars so people will come meet me just makes me all warm inside, and you look like that' - she pointed at Michelle's hourglass curve, still obvious beneath the down comforter - ' and tell me you don't think about the effect it has?'
 
'That doesn't really sound like a problem, though' Michelle redirected the question, uncomfortable about how much she was thinking about Trisha's statements now.
 
Trish rolled onto her back again, and laughed a self-mocking kind of laugh.
 
'Ok, well the problem is... I get so worked up, but it takes me forever to get off sometimes, some people can do it to themselves so fast, but for me, it takes all night sometimes, and I have so much to do tomorrow. I want it so BAD, but I left all my toys back at home, and I'm wayyy too much of a good girl to bring someone up here for one night.'
She stopped talking and turned over, covering her face again.
 
'Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed, you've been so helpful, and here I am whining about how I can't get off. Too much info, maybe?' She laughed again, 'Anyway, thanks for listening Michelle, you've been such a great assistant. We'll get some sleep, and I promise this won't make any difference tomorrow, ok?'
 
She pulled the covers up and turned back to the window, and all was silent for a second. Michelle listened to Trisha's story, but only heard the first part. The heat inside her was building now, and sleep was far from her mind. Her heart began to beat.
 
Trisha's breathing was still slightly hoarse as Michelle pulled herself closer to her idol, and Michelle was surprised that Trisha couldn't hear her heartbeat thunder as she put her hand on Trisha's hip, feeling the goosebumps form on the smooth skin, and put her lips close to Trisha's ear.
 
'Maybe you need a little... personal assistance?' She purred, the seductiveness surprising even Michelle, but Trisha let out a soft noise and melted into her assistant as Michelle pulled her arms around her idol's waist.
 
Michelle had never been with a woman before, but somehow Trisha's body felt as familiar as it was enticing to her. Every experience felt new, but so natural, like this was something she'd been made for. One of Michelle's soft hands moved up Trisha's flat stomach, teasing up to the valley between her breasts, and Trisha drew a breath in as hungry fingers explored up the swell of her generous tits to a rapidly hardening nipple. Michelle pulled at it lightly, feeling the size and shape of Trisha's breasts in an exploratory way, pulling her own magnificent breasts into Trisha's back with the other arm. She was struck at how much her idol's body felt like her own, the curves and smoothness, and the things that felt good seemed to be the same.
 
She kissed Trisha's neck softly, to see how it felt and was surprised to find a light, spicy taste, and then whispered again.
 
'I... I've never been with a girl, Trish.'
 
'Well, you're doing real fine so far,' came the dreamy response, emphasized with a purr as Michelle's hand, almost of its own accord, stroked her beltline, down to the juncture of her legs, avoiding the heat that Trisha almost desperately thrust at her.
 
'I just want to do you good' Michelle panted, her own breath now ragged despite herself, and Trisha groaned.
 
'Oh my god that's hot!' Trisha's body shuddered briefly, 'Keep talking like that, and you might not need to even touch me.'
 
Michelle's hand paused.
 
'I didn't say stop, you naughty little thing.' Trisha laughed, which devolved into a throaty moan as Michelle resumed lightly stroking around her body, one hand sliding past her nipples while the other slid up her thighs.
 
'Is that good?' Michelle asked, her interest genuine, but her comment seemed to take Trisha as more dirty talk.
 
'So good,' Trisha responded, 'just... do what you do to yourself, but on me,'
 
'That's what I'm doing.'
 
'Good.... gooooooood.' Trisha drew out the last syllable as Michelle licked up the back of her neck, enjoying the spicy taste of her idol's sweat, 'I don't think you do THAT to yourself.' She noted, 'but I might try it on you.'
 
Michelle felt her heart skip and thunder again, and the heat between her legs began to burn, but with both hands occupied on Trisha, she instead took the opportunity to push one tiny finger down Trisha's slit, and was startled to hear the older girl gasp loudly.
 
'Can I tell you a secret?' Trisha breathed, as Michelle's fingers continued to play.
 
'Yeah?' Michelle's hips pressed against Trisha's bottom, feeling the heat between them as she massaged one breast.
 
'I've always wanted to be a girl's first time. This is sooo turning me on.' Her diction continued to slip into lust drunken slurs.
 
'I'm... I'm not really into girls,' Michelle admitted, 'I just... you're so beautiful, and I didn't... I...'
 
'Shhhhhhh,' Trisha quieted her, 'It's fine, we can stop if you're uncomfortable, but if you want to do this, I want to do it too. This is kinda my fantasy after all.'
 
Michelle took a long breath, feeling Trisha's heaving breaths and watching her sweating body in the dim light.
 
'I want to do y- this.' Michelle corrected quickly, and Trisha groaned, another shudder going through her. Michelle took the opportunity to press herself close, hands clutching and mouth barely touching her idol's neck.
 
'Tell me what you want me to do.' Trisha's body convulsed, and she cried out, not so loud, but not quiet.
 
'Oh yes, that's so good. So good.' She moaned as she stopped moving. Michelle pulled her hands back slightly.
 
'No, you keep going.' she snapped, 'I'm telling you what to do, right?'
 
'Mhmmm' Michelle breathed into Trisha's ear, and the severity of her tone dropped.
 
'Good, then you are not to stop until I say so. Just... touch me.'
 
And Michelle did not stop, her hands caressing every inch of her idol, softly, then not so softly, just as she sometimes did to herself in the quiet of her own bed, and was rewarded with the sounds of pleasure Trisha made, ever increasing. Michelle's lips touched softly at Trisha's neck and shoulder, and slowly, seeing the effect it had on her trembling consort, she began to explore further, licking up to Trisha's ear and then down between her shoulder blades, finding what her new lover enjoyed. Licks turned into soft kisses and when she planted a kiss at the top of Trisha's neck, she made another brief convulsion, screaming just briefly into the pillow beside her.
 
'Oh yes, so good, you are so good.' she repeated briefly, choking the words out. 'You. I... I need you; I need you to touch me down there.'
 
Michelle had teased at Trisha's sex, largely out of instinct, but although the effect on her new paramour was astounding, she didn't know if she could handle that way of pleasuring the other girl. She whispered in Trisha's ear, with urgency.
 
'I don't know if I can do that...'
 
The sound of irritation that came out of Trisha's mouth was almost feral, and she turned to Michelle.
 
'I'm telling you you can do it. I'm telling you to do it. I need you. Now.'
 
Michelle looked into Trish's eyes, seeing the girl she worshipped full of need and want, and she was able to help, how could she not. Trish stared back, and repeated slowly.
 
'I need it, Michelle, your fingers.'
 
Her mouth was parted slightly, breath uneven. Michelle's instinct jumped again and she pressed her lips against Trish's in a wanton kiss, her hands sliding down the older girl's hips to her vulva, teasing the lips slightly before sliding into the heat.
 
Trish's resistance gave out entirely. The kiss deepened quickly as Trish's tongue tested Michelle's mouth and found willing acceptance. The angry need was softened by the soft yet persistent penetration of Michelle's fingers between Trish's legs and soon Trish began to buck against it. Michelle reluctantly allowed her lover's kiss to end, and resumed her position behind Trish, fingers never stopping their careful pressure on her sex. Just like she did to herself, Michelle found Trish's clitoris and began to stroke it just the way she liked it and was gratified to find that Trish's body began to contort just as her own did. Michelle kept up the pressure, lightly pressing back and forth, one finger just slightly dipping inside her paramour, and the other hand just holding her to Michelle's own now-sensitive breasts.
 
Trisha's cries began to deepen, a soft repetitive noise became a demanding gasp, and Michelle continued as Trish began to breathe heavily, her beautiful chest expanding in and out. Her body began to stiffen, but still, the final climax would not come.
 
'Arrrrgh!' Trish yelled, 'I need this, so bad, I need you, Michelle, I neeeed thissssss.' She hissed
 
She let her own hands, previously steadily gripping the bedcover, attend to her own body, pulling at one nipple with abandon.
 
'Michelle?' She called, her hips bucking
 
'Yes?'
 
'Kiss me, now.' This was no request, it was a demand, and Michelle found herself all too happy to agree, pulling her lover's lips to hers and letting her fingers deliver her lover.
 
Trisha's body shuddered, her legs quivering as she came thunderously, though no noise came through Michelle's lips as the two girls held their passionate embrace.
 
Finally, Trisha relaxed, her hips falling back to the bed, and Michelle withdrew her fingers, sliding up to Trisha's shoulders, holding her as they continued to kiss, tongues dancing, bodies pressed together with barely fulfilled need.
 
The kiss went on for some time, Trish holding Michelle to her fiercely before she finally broke it and lay her head back on the pillow with a loud breath.
 
'You're sure not into girls? That was incredible. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life, or come so hard.'
 
Michelle shrugged, 'I'm a good personal assistant?'
 
They laughed. 'The best.' Trish agreed.
 
'Think you can get some sleep now?' Michelle asked.
 
'Well, I'm certainly relaxed now, that's for sure,' the older girl agreed, and Michelle pulled the covers up, closing her eyes.
 
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PART 2
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There was a brief silence. Michelle was exhausted by what she'd done, yet strangely fulfilled. She pointedly ignored the heat between her own legs, however.
 
A few minutes passed, and finally, Trish's breathing returned to normal. Michelle prepared to go to sleep, but then...
 
'Can I tell you another secret, Michelle?' Trish asked suddenly, her voice strangely hoarse.
 
'After that? I think you can.' She laughed, but Trish didn't.
 
'I fantasized about all those guys and what they'd do to me if they could,' her voice was strangely intent, 'and I fantasized about how much I'd love that, but you know what else?'
 
Michelle's heart started again, pounding against her chest.
 
'Wh-what' she barely whispered.
 
'I always kinda wanted to do it to another girl, too. To do what I wanted to her.'
 
Michelle's heart jumped again, she swallowed, hard.
 
'To touch her, tease her.'
 
Trisha's eyes locked on Michelle's.
 
'Make her touch me. Make her try a girl for the first time, maybe.'
 
She licked her lips
 
'To make her mine.'
 
She closed the space between her own body and Michelle's, now face to face, and put one arm on her assistant's shoulder.
 
'To make her cum.'
 
Trisha's arm slid down to the towel around Michelle, barely held in place.
 
'You did a good job, Michelle; you were a very good girl.' Her voice took on a playful, naughty tone, 'and I think you should be rewarded for that.'
 
She pulled one edge of the towel slowly, and Michelle didn't resist at all as it fell away, exposing her fully.
 
'I want to do all those things to you, Michelle, let me make you mine.'
 
Michelle's voice abandoned her. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She nodded.
 
'Good girl.'
 
Trisha pulled Michelle close now, pulling her hips close to her lover's, and then their chests. Michelle's already sensitive body responding instantly to make her nipples hard.
 
'Ooh, excitable, are we?' Trish noted, running one hand down Michelle's side as the younger girl, starstruck, let her idol do as she pleased. Michelle barely managed to swallow, feeling so stunned that this was happening, and then again stunned at how much she wanted it, she felt a hand on her back and Trish pulled her close, landing her soft lips back on Michelle's.
 
Their previous kisses had been those of unbridled passion, hot and explosive, but this kiss was more gentle, more loving. Michelle finally had the chance to reflect on that sweet, spicy flavour in Trisha's sweat, and noted that it seemed to follow to her lips, concluding only that this was the flavour of Trish herself. The only further thought she was capable of was that she might just be addicted to it.
 
Trisha's tongue again tested Michelle, and again the younger girl acquiesced, allowing them to play as Trish's body played against her own. Trish's hands were not teasing yet so much as investigating, stroking down the curve of her hips, up her back and then down, finding the perfect curve of her ass and down her legs then back up. Finally they tested her stomach and up to her chest, finding both of their breasts and down, always tantalizingly close to Michelle's sex before moving on again.
 
Trisha's kiss became more aggressive, holding Michelle tightly so her mind could only focus on sensation, and then pushing her assistant onto her back before straddling her and pulling away. She threw the covers away from their bodies and then looked down at Michelle's nude body.
 
The younger girl tried to put her hands over her breasts, but Trisha just tutted, smiling gently as she pulled them away. Michelle was surprised to find her idol was startlingly strong.
 
'Uh-uh, I said I was going to do what I wanted, and what did you say?'
 
Trisha sat atop her, holding her wrists lightly, and waited, but Michelle's panic subsided as Trisha spoke. Despite the words, the tone was clear; she was playing, and Michelle could stop this whenever she wanted, all she had to do was say so. Oddly, that made it perfectly clear what she wanted to say.
 
'I said I'd be yours, and you could do whatever you wanted.'
 
'Yes. Mine.' Trish purred, and put her lips to Michelle's again in a brief kiss, before pulling away and then kissing at her neck, still holding the younger girl's wrists.
 
'And mine to play with,' She said, pulling her tongue down Michelle's collarbone and in the valley of her cleavage, before pulling under one large breast, swirling to the nipple. She sucked on it for a second and Michelle's mind blanked.
 
Trisha let Michelle's wrists go as the resistance drained from her lover, and she let one hand drift to the other breast, kneading it gently and toying with the nipple with a thumb.
 
'You know,' she said, tweaking it lightly and hearing Michelle squeak, 'I think I finally get why it's so fun to play with these.'
 
She bent down and bit one nipple lightly, and Michelle moaned, back arching to follow as Trish pulled away.
 
'Nice big breasts,' Trish noted, almost clinically, 'but so...' she grabbed her own, pulling away till she held only the nipple and groaned, '... sensitive.' She repeated the process on Michelle with similar effect, her assistant's face contorting in pleasure.
 
'Now, the real question,' she said, maintaining the same clinical tone as she stroked a finger down Michelle's neck, around one breast and then up to her soft lips, watching Michelle try to find it with her tongue, 'Is what should I do with you?'
 
'What... do you mean?' Michelle managed out between hoarse breaths.
 
'I mean that I have a number of options,' she pulled herself off of Michelle, but before the younger girl could move, Trisha's tongue was back on her, licking her breasts and then down her stomach before coming back up, 'You did a very good job, didn't you?'
 
She planted a kiss on Michelle's lips, her hand stroking down Michelle's flat stomach, ever so slowly.
 
'You used your fingers on me for the first time, and it was...' She paused, leaning into her lover's ear, dropping the playful tone 'It was amazing, I'm not even playing, that was amazing, Michelle, I haven't come like that in years.'
 
She licked Michelle's jaw before pulling back and resuming the playfulness ‘and I could do the same to you, I think I could do a very good job.' Her fingers approached Michelle's sex as she spoke, sliding over the lips of her vulva and then back up, with Michelle's hips following until she couldn't lift anymore. The assistant made an insistent noise.
 
'Or I could do something a little more... intimate' She enunciated the word by licking her lips and then stroking Michelle's sex with a soft finger. The assistant looked up at Trisha, who winked and stuck out her tongue, and Michelle felt the brief panic again, before Trisha's hands moved at her lower lips and the need came over her. The teasing was good, so good, but Michelle needed more.
 
Trish waited, hands working slowly, and Michelle's hips began to buck against Trisha's fingers slowly, working into a frenzy before the older girl pulled away.
Trisha lay down beside Michelle, and let on hand stroll up and down Michelle's torso, soft stomach and breasts, whispering in the assistant's ear.
 
'I'm not going to do anything you don't want, you just have to tell me what's ok.' she said, emphasizing it by squeezing Michelle's breast, which elicited a soft mewl. Michelle felt the lust inside, and Trisha's words again settled her nerves. The level of trust and respect she was showing just made Michelle even more willing. She turned to her idol, and spoke clearly.
 
'I'm yours, do whatever you want to me.'
 
Trisha's responding grin was almost predatory.
 
'Yessss, Mine.' She said, pulling herself back on top of Michelle with a kiss, but then pulling herself down her assistant's body, kissing and licking all the way. She stopped briefly at Michelle's belly button and gave it a soft kiss, then smirked up at her paramour.
 
'You're letting me live out a bunch of my fantasies tonight.'
 
She licked Michelle's hipbone, the sensitive touch making the younger girl squirm.
 
'Ever since Meg first seduced me-'
 
Michelle looked own incredulously, but Trish grinned and licked down one thigh, and then spoke again.
 
'Yup, it was Meg Turney's first week at sourcefed, and she knew what she wanted, and she went and got it. She told me that she fantasized about dragging me into the broom closet and making me scream.'
 
She licked down Michelle's other thigh, all the way to the bottom, just tasting Michelle's labia, cleanly shaven and smooth, before pulling back and continuing her story.
 
'She had to wait until everyone else had left, but when she saw me glance at that closet, she just grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in.'
 
Trisha pulled a pillow from the front of the bed and lifted Michelle's ass up, copping a comfortable feel as she did it.
 
'She made me come 9 times that night.' She looked up to Michelle, 'It took her almost 8 hours, so you know, you just made me come way harder in like half an hour.'
 
Michelle felt an unexpected blush of pride, and an odd hunger to do so again, but her mind blanked as Trish kept talking, lips idly teasing at Michelle's most sensitive areas.
 
'Ever since, I've known I had a thing for girls. Not all girls, mind you, but some.'
 
She kissed Michelle's sex, and breathed hotly on it, then paused.
 
'Wanna know a secret?'
 
She waited, letting her breath tease, as Michelle agonized.
 
'Well, do you?'
 
'Y-yes?' Michelle managed out.
 
'I was fantasizing about you in the shower when you came out the first time. Fantasizing about doing this to you, how you'd look when I ate you out.'
 
Michelle felt a flood of arousal flow through her as Trish confessed, but it was all overwhelmed by the feeling of her idol's hot tongue invading her sex. Michelle let out an immediate moan.
 
'This is just how I hoped you'd taste.' She admitted, pulling away for just a second before teasing her tongue down one lip and then inside again.
 
'I even hoped you were shaven, not that I'd mind.' She searched for the clitoris and found it by the rush of breath from Michelle, then pulled away.
 
'It was what I was hoping we'd do tonight, I was gonna fuck you.' Trisha herself moaned at that, her dirty talk evidently for her own benefit, even as Michelle continued to find herself stunningly aroused by the confessions.
 
'But this is even better than I was hoping. Now I get fulfill a bunch of fantasies all at once.' She sought the clit again, teasing it with her tongue steadily for a moment, and letting the pressure build in Michelle, with repeated gasps to establish her approach, but then pulled away, maddeningly.
 
'Pleaaaaase' Michelle gasped.
 
'Please what?' Trisha teased, licking just once, enough to get Michelle's hips pushed towards her face.
 
'I need it, Trisha.' Michelle whined.
 
'Need what? I want to hear you say it.' Trisha licked again, and Michelle made an insistent grunt again.
 
'Make me cum! Please!' Michelle demanded, and Trisha complied, teasing her with her wicked tongue again until pulling away.
 
'Why!?' Michelle yelled, her hands pulled against the bedspread.
 
'I'm doing what I want, remember?' Trisha teased, and Michelle groaned.
 
'Nooooooo. I need this, pleeeeease'
 
'Well, maybe, after all, what I wanted was to make you cum, so... cum for me.' And with that, Trisha began to play Michelle's body like an instrument. Her tongue teased unmercifully at Michelle's sex, while her hands sought out Michelle's breasts, pushing her to that inevitable climax that she finally reached with a shudder, her body tensing until she was spent, and she fell limp onto the bed.
 
Trisha brought the pillow out from underneath her, and crawled back up to face Michelle, just watching her with a strange amount of adoration in her eyes. Michelle leant over slightly and kissed her softly, not caring about the taste of her own arousal on her new lover's lips.
 
'Wow.' Michelle said.
 
'Wow is right.' Trisha agreed, 'you don't feel bad about any of that, right? Like, I know this was fast, but you're cool? I wanted to make sure before I did anything.'
 
Michelle smiled and pulled her idol - her friend - tight, 'No, that was great. I... I didn't know it was gonna happen, but I'm so glad it did. I've... never quite felt like that before.'
 
'Still not into girls?' Trish asked, grinning.
 
'Not most girls, but there might be some.' Michelle agreed. They both laughed.
 
There was a silence. In the darkness, the two held each other for a moment in the serenity that follows good intimacy.
 
'This is really cold, you know.' Trish said, 'can we get the blanket back?'
 
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Bundled back up in bed, the two naked women began to drift off to sleep.
 
'Still think this won't affect anything tomorrow?' Michelle asked.
 
'Tomorrow at the con? No way.' Trish offered, 'You're still the best personal assistant I've ever had, but...'
 
'But what?' Michelle sounded a little frantic at that, and Trisha felt her body tense.
 
'Tomorrow night, it might affect something. You've got the long weekend right?'
 
'I think I can fit it into my schedule.'
 
'Then I think we'll be just fine.'
 
'Good. Goodnight, Trisha.' Michelle snuggled closer to her friend.
 
'Goodnight, Michelle.' the older girl responded.
 
There was a brief pause, and they began to drift off to sleep. Michelle took a look at the clock as her eyes closed, but suddenly realized.
 
'You know we have to be up in about 45 minutes for the first panel prep, right?'
 
'Fuck.'
 
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