Read Me Tonight Season 2 – Story 1, Chapter 4
Amy (38), from Sydney, enjoyed married life and was satisfied with her job until two Tasmanian girls entered her life and turned it upside down. She witnessed them hooking up outside her apartment building and it ignited strong voyeuristic desires until she crossed paths with the girls, leading her down a precarious path of potential fun as well as blackmail. Find out how Amy got herself in a mess and how she got out of it, in this 4-chapter story.
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Amy’s chance meeting with the girls had unforeseen consequences. Not only did they express a keen interest in seeing her again, but they also held in their possession at least one, if not more, compromising pictures from their three-way encounter. Amy needed to think and act quickly to avoid being drawn into a sad case of potential online revenge or blackmail.
At first, Amy hesitated to respond to the text or request to delete the photo. She feared it might touch upon a sensitive topic, potentially giving the girls an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability. Instead, she opted for a composed approach, treating the situation as if it were of no significant concern, all the while biding her time for another opportunity to cross paths with them.
In due course, Amy summoned the courage to respond, expressing her satisfaction about their night together and suggesting they stay in touch for the next rendezvous. That next meeting occurred not long after, when the girls revisited the laneway for another smoke and asked Amy to join them.
It was during the following week, on an ordinary evening, taking Amy by surprise. She had no intentions of going out, and her husband was also at home that night, making her technically unavailable. Fortunately, an overflowing garbage bin came to her rescue. In a stroke of luck, Amy offered to take it out while her husband fixated in front of the TV, and the kids were already in bed.
Immediately after disposing of the garbage in the bins, Amy discreetly made her way to the pathway alongside the building. She quietly approached the girls who were already there.
Amy suddenly realized that she didn’t even know the girls’ names. The way they met had been rather unconventional and heavily under the influence, they either never introduced each other or Amy already forgot about it. Uncertain about their names, she approached them with a friendly Hello. The girls were dressed casually in sweatpants and t-shirts, indicating they had likely stepped outside just for the smoke.
That time, both the girls and Amy appeared more reserved compared to their previous interactions. Without the help of any prior “liquid courage” to ease into a flirtatious vibe, they engaged in some small talk about their respective weeks. Amy eventually mentioned her limited time, explaining that she could only spare a few minutes.
While declining a puff from their ‘minty’ cigarette, Amy subtly inquired about the picture.
“I didn’t even know you took it, are there any more?” Amy asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Yeah, there’s one more. It was quite sexy, wasn’t it?” The girl who licked Amy and had likely taken the picture responded, unaware of Amy’s intentions.
“Very!” Amy responded with a touch of humor, making an effort to hide her underlying frustration.
“I can send it to you,” the girl offered with a playful tone.
“Sure, but don’t you think we should erase our evidence though?” Amy mentioned casually, raising the subject.
“No, why?” the girl responded with a hint of reluctance. “It was amazing, and I want to keep the memory for us.”
The girl’s callous responses deeply annoyed Amy. She felt betrayed and realized they were not on the same page, not even the same chapter. It quickly became a drunken mistake Amy had to bear the consequences of.
“Alright, I have to go now,” Amy replied tongue-in-cheek. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I’m free again for some more fun.”
Back in the apartment, Amy’s husband was still in front of the TV, oblivious to her absence of over 5+ minutes. She poured herself juice and cautiously watched the girls from the kitchen window as they continued their smoke break. A conflicting mix of emotions confused Amy. While part of her still harbored an initial attraction to the girls, yearning for more excitement, a larger part simmered with a sense of betrayal, fueling her desire for some form of revenge to address the unnecessary drama that had disrupted her personally.
Amy’s phone rested on the kitchen counter, and as she finished her juice and placed the glass beside it, a lightbulb moment sparked inside her, brimming with a great idea.
She checked her husband was still fixated on the TV before she unlocked her phone and opened the camera, positioning it strategically near the window. In less than a minute, she zoomed in and adjusted the light settings, capturing multiple crisp images of the girls in the midst of their smoke break. The ambient pathway lighting worked in her favor, and fortunately, out of the ten photos she snapped, three provided a clear view of the girls’ faces.
“I can play the phone game too, you little spoiled brat, try me,” Amy thought confidently.
It was merely the beginning, and Amy wanted more. She had honed the skill of fighting fire with an even bigger fire, and it was a tool she intended to use once more. Amy planned to take more incriminating photos of the girls whenever the chances arose; the smoking was just the start of what Amy hoped to capture.
Regrettably, after their smoke break, the girls left, leaving Amy without any further opportunities for her new plan. She reminded herself of Robert De Niro’s quote from Ronin, “All good things come to those who wait.”
Days passed with Amy’s revenge plot temporarily on hold. She decided to immerse herself in another girls’ night out to relish the moment and momentarily set aside her brewing silent vendetta. During this time, the girls weren’t visiting the laneway and weren’t texting Amy.
However, on the night Amy was out enjoying herself, the girls coincidentally reached out to her once more.
Around 11:30 PM, Amy received a text that read, “Hey x, are you out? Heading home soon if you’re around…”
Robert De Niro had been right; this was the very opportunity for which Amy had patiently waited.
Amy replied: “Hey, no, sorry I can’t tonight, but have fun!”
She stashed her phone away, finished her drink, and said goodbye to her friends. Amy attributed her sudden exit to tiredness and shared warm hugs with everyone as she rather quickly left the bar they had been in.
On her way back, Amy kept an eye on her surroundings, ensuring she wouldn’t inadvertently run into the girls. Upon returning home after midnight, she found her husband asleep once more, the TV still on, and the children peacefully sleeping. Amy entered the house quietly and, from the kitchen, checked if the girls had arrived. To her relief, they weren’t there yet, giving her time to get changed for bed.
When she checked once more, Amy noticed the girls had arrived. She whispered to herself, “Showtime,” with a sense of pride that her intuition had proven correct.
The girls were not smoking this time; instead, they were sharing a can of some kind of drink while their phones were out once again. Amy remained composed, patiently waiting for more to happen. She couldn’t help but admire the dresses both girls were wearing that night, noting how fantastic each one looked in their unique way.
The girl who was often on the receiving end of the tongue’s affection wore a light blue dress. After finishing the drink, she carelessly tossed the empty can into the nearby bushes. Amy promptly captured the moment with her phone, noting that while it wasn’t anything explicit yet, it could still be considered a minor offense in terms of littering.
The other, more assertive girl returned her phone to her bag and leaned in for a kiss. She was dressed in a stylish black dress, her hair elegantly tied up.
Fortunately, their intimate kiss lasted for several minutes, giving Amy ample time to find the best angle and adjust the light settings once more to capture the clearest shots.
Their initial kiss gradually transitioned into hungrier nibbling, caressing, and pressing intimately against each other, showing a visibly deeper connection. Amy assumed the role of a photographer, snapping away as many pictures as required, fully aware that not all of them would turn out well. Her goal was simple: All she needed were a few good ones.
As Amy had anticipated, the assertive girl took the lead, reaching under her friend’s dress. She pulled on the panties underneath and meticulously folded up the rest. Eventually, she lowered herself to sit on the ground in front of her friend.
The girl gestured to her friend to step forward, positioning in front of her head. The legs formed a straddled /\ shape, and she eagerly awaited the crotch between them.
She then also suggested to her friend to turn around, facing the other way, starting with the view of the backside. Both cheeks were proudly on display, showcasing their natural allure, with just a thin strip of panties visible through the tempting crack.
Amy observed as the assertive girl confidently grabbed the cheeks, parting them to create an enticing opening into which she pressed her face. For now, the panties were of no concern.
The other girl stood still, occasionally turning with a wide grin to look down at the submerged face in her ass – a perfect moment for the camera to capture.
The standing girl slipped a hand inside the front of her panties, sensually indulging herself while her friend continued to eat her booty. This time, the friend was too occupied with the task of keeping the ass cheeks spread open.
Amy’s phone began to capture long, seductive strokes of the tongue moving up and down the enticing middle, accompanied by the sight of the standing girl’s head tilting and writhing with pleasure.
This was merely the appetizer. After a while, the standing girl turned around once more, and they both paused, exchanging a momentary look of excitement. The seated girl seemed to slide a hand inside her own panties as well, her desire for the crotch before her growing more evident. She inched closer, appearing to shower the inner thighs with kisses, allowing her face to be rubbed against the entire area.
Before long, the panties were lowered down to the knees, revealing the tasty wetness beneath. Their hands and fingers intertwined, and the seated girl buried her face in the inviting lower lips, seemingly indulging in sucking through a flurry of head movements. The standing girl silently screamed and tried not to make any noise.
Throughout the entire time of getting head, the girl clutched her friend’s hands with increasing intensity, attempting to manage her waves of pleasure. Occasionally, she instinctively leaned forward, pressing herself against the eager mouth devouring her. As Amy observed this passionate display, she, too, felt a surge of arousal, although it wasn’t due to the desire for the girls that night. Instead, it came from the satisfaction of capturing all of the explicit images.
The intensity of the pleasure appeared to peak when the standing girl firmly took their interlocked fingers and guided her assertive friend’s head deeper into her lower lips. A tense moment lingered before she stopped, stepping back and ending the electrifying moment.
After adjusting her panties, she leaned down to kiss the seated girl, who returned her look with naughty eyes. Amy would have loved to see the expression from where the girl stood.
She extended a helping hand to the other girl, and together they tidied up their dresses before leaving for the laneway. They appeared to be in a hurry, possibly eager to continue their fun back at their apartment. Amy did not care; she captured more than enough for revenge.
Mindful not to wake her husband, Amy quietly attended to her nightly routine. She brushed her teeth and applied her skincare products. Subsequently, she carefully reviewed all the photos she had taken, choosing the most suitable ones. Amy then proceeded to email these selected images to herself as attachments before securely deleting all traces of them from her phone.
Mission accomplished. Amy knew that the next time the girls ventured out, she would have the opportunity to meet them once more to carry out the final part of her revenge plan. Fortunately, the following week provided the perfect opportunity to set her plan in motion.
A long weekend was on the horizon, and her husband had plans to take the kids on Thursday evening, allowing them to spend time with their grandparents. Amy intended to join them the following day for lunch, she still had some work to attend to on the Friday morning.
Thursday night would find her at home once more, alone and free to execute her plan. Amy intended to rendezvous with the girls at their apartment, opting for a late-night meeting once their flatmate had retired for the night. She couldn’t help but think sarcastically, contemplating the upcoming gathering with a wry smirk, “Of course, it’s for drinks and smokes again – what else?”
Around 10:45 PM, Amy received a text that read, “Hey, can you come out to smoke now? See you at the laneway.”
Amy had anticipated their message and quickly replied. She deliberately brought a cheap bottle of wine and set off for the laneway.
They all converged on the bushy pathway, arriving nearly simultaneously. Forming a tight semi-circle, they shared a ‘minty’ cigarette and casually engaged in conversation, catching up on each other’s lives. The girls opted for their trusty sweatpants paired with light jackets, while Amy had chosen to don tight-fitting jeans and an open blouse, exuding a different vibe altogether.
The assertive girl’s energy radiated strongly that night, and Amy felt the intensity of the penetrating stares and alluring intentions. As they finished the ‘minty’, the girl suddenly closed the distance between them, capturing Amy with an unexpected and forceful kiss that demanded her lips part. Amy adjusted to the sudden advance and allowed it to happen, recognizing that a bit of playful indulgence couldn’t hurt – indeed, she felt the need for it to ensure the success of her revenge plan. Fortunately, the girls’ forwardness played right into her hands, aligning with her strategy perfectly.
Moments later, the assertive girl turned her attention to her friend, bestowing the same passionate kiss. She assumed control of the situation, exuding an air of experience. Soon, Amy and the other girl silently followed her back to the apartment, captivated by the unfolding events.
They quietly navigated through the dimly lit living room, carefully bypassing the spot where they previously hooked up. Upon reaching one of the bedrooms, Amy entered last and discreetly shut the door behind them. Inside, she watched the girls intertwined on the bed, engaged in their passionate embrace, offering Amy a tantalizing view. Without breaking their make-out session, the assertive girl directed Amy to grab some cups from the nearby desk if she intended to pour them drinks.
Amy took the opportunity while the girls were engrossed in each other, capturing another photo before discreetly placing her phone on the desk beside an empty cup. She proceeded to pour herself the cheap wine, taking her time as she settled onto the bed next to them.
Amy took a few measured sips from the cup, her eyes fixed on the assertive girl as she explored the friend’s body, their movements seamlessly synchronized with their wandering hands.
Gradually, one of the girls’ hands ventured towards Amy’s thighs, gently caressing the inside and towards her crotch, even through the fabric of her jeans. Amy welcomed the touch, helping by parting her legs wider. Having another threesome with two girls who had such a level of experience with each other was undeniably enjoyable. Under different circumstances, this could have been a regular thing.
After feeling up everyone, the assertive girl rose to her feet and expertly tugged at her friend’s sweatpants, guiding them downward. Along with the sweatpants, the panties followed suit, all the way to around the ankles as the legs remained closed. Her friend then hoisted the legs and ass up off the bed, creating a candle position, with the legs extending upward.
The assertive girl found a seductive position on her knees, kissing and licking up and down the other girl’s legs, tracing a path from the thighs to the knees and eventually down to the ankles. Their shared excitement bubbled into quiet giggles as they enjoyed each other’s touches.
Amy found herself quickly aroused and opted for a greater degree of comfort. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans but left them on. As she continued to watch the girls teasing each other, Amy’s hand ventured inside her jeans, joining in on some of the fun.
Eventually the teasing faded, and the assertive girl honed in on the lovely set of lips squished between her friend’s thighs. Her tongue stroked through the slit a few times before the whole mouth started munching. She slurped from her friend’s juice as she looked over at Amy.
“Keep doing that girl, I will get you”, Amy thought to herself, enjoying the show with a sticky feeling between her own legs.
Each time Amy and the other girl locked eyes, the stare lingered for a meaningful duration. It became evident to Amy that the girl was experiencing profound pleasure; after all, the eyes never lied. The assertive girl, far from being reserved, also indulged in pleasuring herself openly, leaving no doubt about how thoroughly she enjoyed everything. It was a mutual exchange.
The other girl let out an enticing moan and reached for Amy’s unbuttoned jeans, nudging Amy’s hand aside to replace it with her own.
Amy reclined, parting her legs even further, and swayed her hips in response to the girl’s assured touch. The playful word “Yeah” escaped the other girl’s lips multiple times, adding an intimate undertone to the exchange.
Shortly after, the girl withdrew her hand from Amy and presented it before the assertive girl’s eager face below. The assertive girl took notice and momentarily stopped to appreciate the scent and taste of the fingers that had recently been inside Amy’s panties.
She beamed with satisfaction, taking in a happy, deep breath. She extended her hand toward Amy’s jeans, indicating her desire for them to be removed as well. However, Amy intervened and held off for a moment. Instead, teasingly sliding the jeans and panties down just slightly and repositioning at the edge of the bed.
The girl crawled like a panther with a ferocious grin on her face and her tongue eagerly extended as she closed in on Amy without a moment’s hesitation. She angled her face headfirst into the sticky center of Amy’s wet slit, appearing to love the immediate taste that awaited her.
Amy leaned back on the bed, surrendering to the pleasure that was given to her. The other girl remained stretched out, the feet touching the floor and legs spread apart, fingers tracing along as she witnessed Amy’s delightful experience with the probing tongue.
Amy’s eyes darted around the room, enjoying the munching specialist going to town between her legs. Then, in a sudden moment of inspiration, an idea came to her.
She noticed how the bed frame had enough bars that someone could be handcuffed or playfully tied to. It was a real shame what she was about to do, as the girl was really good at licking, far better than her husband ever could be, but the revenge had to happen. She was a professional woman and married mother who could not just fool around with a bunch of younger girls and have it recorded.
In a bold display of seductive confidence, Amy assumed an upright position and gently redirected the assertive girl’s attention away from her lower lips. She encouraged the girl to meet her eyes, her own lips parted in a suggestive manner, as she boldly requested to return the favor. The assertive girl responded with a flirtatious giggle, showing eagerness to oblige while also wanting to know how.
Amy gracefully stood up, her eyes now focused on the other girl still on the bed. She extended a hand to assist her in getting up, and together, they shed the rest of their clothes, casting them aside onto a nearby chair.
Amy allowed the other girl to take the lead in also undressing the assertive girl and gently guiding her onto the bed. Two of them were now fully naked, with Amy’s jeans still provocatively unbuttoned.
The girl eagerly moved around with her hands, tracing them down the assertive girl’s abdomen, headed towards the intimate area. However, Amy interjected before she could proceed.
“Why don’t we tie her hands, so you can sit on her face, and I’ll have some fun over here with her pussy? We’ll give her a double dose of pleasure,” Amy suggested with a hint of mischief. She began guiding the other girl to mount the assertive girl’s face, setting the stage for more.
The girls enthusiastically agreed and followed Amy’s instructions. Amy strolled over to a nearby laundry basket and found a supply of pantyhose. With these, she proceeded to secure the assertive girl’s hands, binding them to the bed frame’s sturdy bars.
Amy skillfully tied the assertive girl’s hands, cinching the knots with a blend of playful sexual dominance and seductive allure. She maintained a facade as the girl looked back at her, concealing her true intentions.
Once that was done, Amy allowed the other girl to position herself atop her friend, ensuring there was ample room around the head for comfortable breathing and mouth movement.
Unbeknownst to the girls, Amy quietly went back to the desk, pretending to refill her cup of wine. However, her true aim was to retrieve her phone and capture more candid shots of them.
It wasn’t until the assertive girl, her face nestled between the thighs wrapped around her, caught a glimpse of Amy’s actions from the corner of her eye. Startled, she stopped licking and questioned Amy about what was going on, her voice anxiously muffled.
Amy remained silent and instead reached for the assertive girl’s sweatpants, extracting her phone from the pocket. Without hesitation, she also continued to capture more photos. As the girls’ tension changed, their playful mood dissolved. The girl who had been on top dismounted and settled beside her friend, suddenly there was an awkward vibe in the room.
“Give me the passcode now,” Amy asserted firmly, her tone laced with determination. “I want to delete those pictures you took from our first night. You can’t just do that to someone; it’s irresponsible, unethical, and rude. I have plenty of pictures of you two in action, including those from publicly back in the lane last week, plus the smoking and littering.” Amy held her ground, making her position clear.
The girls attempted to argue back, but Amy swiftly cut them off.
“No, no, no – passcode now,” Amy demanded firmly. “Don’t think I won’t share your photos with every Facebook group for parents I’m a part of. I’m happy to also wake up your flatmate and see what they think…” She applied pressure, leaving the girls in an uncomfortable corner.
After a tense moment, the assertive girl relented and told Amy the four-digit passcode – 7879, or PUSY, the girl said with a nervous smile. Amy expressed her gratitude for the cooperation, unlocked the phone, and indeed found the two photos from their first night. She promptly deleted them, ensuring they were also removed from the Deleted Items bin, and locked the phone again.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Amy remarked in a measured tone. “I’ll hang onto my pictures as insurance, but considering I’m the more mature one here, you can trust me not to publish them anywhere unless I have to. Is that crystal clear?”
The assertive girl reluctantly agreed, her disdain for Amy evident. On the other hand, the other girl appeared genuinely apologetic about the entire situation.
Amy finished the wine she had poured, fixed her jeans, retrieved her own phone, and ultimately expressed her gratitude to the girls. She then exited the bedroom, taking the cup with her as she made her way back to the living room.
“Let’s stay out of each other’s way, shall we? Goodbye, girls,” Amy finally said before leaving, victorious in her mission.
The last image etched in her mind was of the other girl untangling the tied up hands. She exited their apartment, allowing the door to slam shut, and never looked back.
Amy no longer crossed paths with the girls at the bus stop or saw them in the laneway. They stopped texting her, and with time, she managed to put the past behind her.
Amy took the necessary steps to protect herself from potential harm and blackmail. The Tasmanian girls soon realized that Amy was not someone to be messed with.
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