Chasing Lacy Part 1

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Lacy awkwardly followed along behind her Mistress as Freja sauntered along the beach with the warm waves of the Pacific Ocean lapping at her feet as the setting sun dappled its fading light over both women’s nude bodies. As it was a private beach for the seven homeowners located on the three mile stretch of northern California coastline the two uninhibited lesbian lovers often walked naked displaying their lovely, lush bodies to whomever was walking the beach. However today it was impossible not to notice the difficulty Lacy was having as she walked. Halting and jerky, Lacy’s walk made her seem like a puppet on a string. She was also wide-eyed and her breathing was heavy as she tried to control the internal struggle going on inside her body. Deep in her vagina a plastic egg vibrated with enough intensity to be driving her crazy with lust and the need to climax, but she knew her sexual release was at the discretion of Freja. Lacy had turned over this kind of control of her sex live to the Swedish girl she’d met by random chance two years ago. Freja and Lacy were born only seventeen days apart and they both stood over six feet tall with similarly-colored, naturally blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Looking at them one could mistake them for sisters, but they were born half a world away from each other and grew up speaking different languages. They were both indebt to the sport they had chosen to play for bringing them together and that sport was indoor volleyball. Lacy was born a laid back Cali girl, growing up in a well-to-do family not far from the beach on which the women walked. She had taken up volleyball early and in high school and college was a star outside hitter for her teams. Grades came easily to her, but she was so dedicated to her sport she barely noticed boys in the pursuit of sports excellence. Any boy in her high school of college would have died to date Lacy, but boys were a conundrum Lacy didn’t bother to try to understand at this stage of her life. It wasn’t that she had no sexual urges as she masturbated regularly, she just didn’t have the time to bother with boys. Although a big name college was within her grasp, Lacy decided to stay local enrolling at Columbia College to become the star of the Lady Claim Jumpers team. Strangely it was this decision which insured she and her team would be invited to an international small college volleyball tournament hosted by Stanford University. Coincidentally an invitation was also extended to a Swedish club team of college age women who played at the same competitive level as American small college teams. The twenty year old captain of this Swedish team was a blonde-haired middle blocker named Freja Arnessin. Once both young women were at Stanford it didn’t take long for destiny to bring them together. It was the very first day of practice when Lacy noticed the blue spandex-clad Swedish team practicing two courts over from her team. She quickly singled out the tall girl in the middle of the front line whose blue eyes attracted her as she barked out commands to her fellow Swedes. As Lacy watched the woman direct her teammates she secretly wondered if the beauty would take charge of her like that. “Lace, do you want to practice or not? You seem more into watching those Swedish girls. You like one of them maybe?” The voice was Callie, the team’s setter, and the only girl on her team to whom Lacy had confided she sorta like girls rather than guys. When Lacy turned around her whole team was staring at her. “Sorry, I’ll get it together.” Lacy returned to practice realizing now was the time for volleyball, but she caught herself looking at the Swedes several more times during their workout. After practice Callie and Christy, the team’s libero whose long red hair was done up in a bun, approached Lacy. “So which one are you hot for.” Christy asked. Lacy was a bit embarrassed her desire was so openly visible, but she got over it. “The tall one in the middle who seems to take charge of them all.” Of course the Swedish girls were speaking in their native tongue, so almanbahis Lacy had no clue what Freja was saying to them all she knew was when Freja spoke one or more of her teammates moved in response. She was clearly and completely in charge. “Oh, so you like her because she’s in charge?” Christy teased with a giggle which Callie shared. Lacy thought about the authority factor and realized it was definitely part of the equation. Most of the Swedish girls were blonde, some with blue eyes, and they all looked sexy in their tight, blue spandex shorts, so Lacy might have singled out any one of them to like, but she had chosen the one with the dominant persona. “Yah, I guess so. Is that bad?” Lacy asked not being sure. “No way, girl, you go for it. Go over and met her if you want.” This was her friend Callie encouraging her. Lacy wanted to do as Callie suggested, but she was unsure. There was the language barrier to consider and the Swedish girl was so very beautiful she worried she wasn’t equally attractive. “Well, maybe, you go and shower and I’ll meet you back at the dorm. I’m just gonna watch her until they’re done.” Lacy took a deep breath and then said goodbye to her teammates. After they left she gradually moved closer and closer to the court the Swedes were practicing on. Once she was close enough to hear them well she had no trouble realizing the girl she liked was chastising and complimenting her teammates on each move they made. The other girls were clearly looking to please their captain, because when they did their facial expressions were happy as opposed to the anger and frustration they showed when they failed. As she watched her chosen beauty put her team through their paces, Lacy became more and more aroused mostly at how severely the girls were chastised for a mistake. When the Swedish practice ended they huddled and Lacy found herself primping her uniform to make sure she looked her best despite her sweat. She pulled down and smoothed over her red spandex shorts so they showed her soft feminine curves before she adjusted her breasts in her sports bra. When the Swedish huddle broke up, all the girls except the captain raced toward the locker room, but the tall blonde fixed her blue eyes on Lacy. Lacy felt stuck, like her feet couldn’t move, as the Swedish girl smiled and began to walk across the volleyball court toward Lacy. The walk and the look on the girl’s face exuded a quiet confidence, but inside Lacy anxiety and runaway arousal were creating high tension. As Freja got closer, Lacy told herself to speak, at least to say hi, but she couldn’t make her mouth move. “Hello, I noticed you watching us. Are you just scouting us, or is there something else you are interested in.” When slow, somewhat accented, but quite understandable English came out of Freja’s mouth, Lacy was stunned. “You speak English. That’s cool.” The words were barely out of Lacy’s mouth when she realized how dumb they sounded. “Yes, I studied English in school and I guess you understood me. My name is Freja and I noticed how beautiful you are.” Freja smiled and then continued. “So are you just scouting us?” Lacy could barely concentrate on the question as she drank in the close up sexiness of Freja. Her long hair was naturally flaxen and her bust line was more than generous, but Lacy’s eyes were mostly concentrating on the V in the Freja’s tight spandex shorts against the backdrop of her flaring hips. “No, I’m not just scouting. My name is Lacy and I just . . . I mean I want to . . .” Lacy paused unable to get out what she wanted to say and finally she said something else out of complete frustration. “Freja, you’re so beautiful.” Even as she gushed the words Lacy felt her face flush and she was sure her face was now as red as her spandex shorts. “Thank you, Lacy. So if I understand you correctly you’re here to meet me.” Freja pointed out the obvious. Lacy nodded her head. “Yes, I’d like to.” She said softly. “Then shall we go get a shower together, Lacy. I would like to meet you too.” Freja’s answer delighted Lacy who was almanbahis yeni giriş worried the Swede might not feel the same as she did. “Okay, sounds good.” In truth Lacy was surprised by Freja’s willing openness to propose they shower together, but she felt compelled to follow Freja into the locker room where the eyes of girls of both teams were immediately glued to the two of them. Once they were in the shower, Lacy was somewhat disappointed Freja didn’t find an excuse to touch her other than a playfully washing of her back and a little slap on her bare ass when they were done. It wasn’t until they were dressed again and walking across the Stanford campus toward Lacy’s dorm room when Freja got serious with her new American friend. “I need to tell you something, Lacy, if it is okay.” Freja suddenly sounded ultra-serious. “Sure, anything.” Lacy tried to sound cool, but the Freja’s change in tone worried her. “I like girls. I think you call it bisexual. I’m curious if you like girls also because I’m not looking for a pen pal. I want a girl friend to love and to love me, but there’s more.” Freja never batted an eyelash or showed any sign of nerves as she laid her desires on the line. Again Lacy was surprised by her new friend’s openness. Wow, she really tells it like she sees it. I like it when she does that. Feeling wildly excited and nervous, Lacy tried to carefully chose her words. “Yes, Freja, I guess I am bisexual and I really want to be with you. The truth is, I’m more excited about being with you than I’ve ever been about anything in my whole life.” Suddenly there was a smile on Freja’s face. “This is good, right. You want my touch?” Lacy suddenly felt unsure about confirming her desire to be touched by the gorgeous Swedish blonde. It wasn’t that she didn’t desire Freja’s hands on her bare skin, it just seemed slutty of her as she thought of what Callie and Christy and the rest of her team might think of her. Yet after all was considered her desire was far too strong to resist. “Yes, I do want your touch. I want you to . feel free to touch me like you want to.” “Yes, I see that.” Freja pointed out, but Lacy wasn’t sure exactly what that meant until they arrived at her room and she used her key to open the door. Once the door was open, Freja’s right arm suddenly encircled her waist while her left hand covered her mouth. For lacy there was a moment of alarm before Freja whispered in her ear. “Quiet, don’t say anything, just let me show you what I want.” Lacy nodded and instantly felt the hand leave her mouth to snake down her chest and belly touching her as it went. In just a moment it was under the waistband of her red spandex shorts and then a finger ran up her naked slit. It touched and rubbed her clit and Lacy felt embarrassed for she was sure she must be shamefully wet down there. “Will you let me do this to you anytime and anywhere I wish to, Lacy?” Freja demanded. Remembering her instructions not to speak, Lacy nodded, but then she gasped when the finger, or perhaps two of them, plunged deep into her pussy. “You’d like to be my little slut, wouldn’t you, Lacy. You like not being in control.” Freja’s fingers began to move in Lacy’s wet slit frigging the American blonde with increasing tempo. Lacy nodded her confirmation of what Freja had said, but she wanted to speak to say more about how much she wanted this. The Swedish girl slipped her other hand up under Lacy’s sweatshirt to grab her left breast squeezing it and then kneading the flesh and rubbing the hard nipple. Freja’s scent was all around her and Lacy’s brain was swimming in total arousal. “You’re a good girl, Lacy, a real slut. I want you to be my slave. What do you think of that?” Freja’s hot breath was on Lacy’s ear and her arousal pounded in her brain demanding she speak. “Yes, your slave . . . I’ll be your slave.” In the moment Lacy wasn’t really sure what the extent of the commitment she was making was, but moments later when she quivered and climaxed on Freja’s fingers she didn’t care. Later, after Freja returned to almanbahis giriş her dorm, Callie and the rest of the team came to Lacy’s room. When she opened the door she thought they all looked somber as if they probably disapproved of whatever they thought happened with Freja, but Callie spoke up. “So, girl, we’d all love to hear the juicy details of what happened with Ms. Sweden.” Callie asked. Lacy felt the same flush in her face and she was sure she was red with shame, but Christy’s reaction was far different than she expected. “Oh my god, she’s been a bad girl, she must think what she’s done is slutty. Girls, our captain is in deep, really deep.” After Christy had broken the ice, Lacy felt less embarrassed and the whole story of what Freja had done to her came out. When she was done, Lacy saw the look of envious awe on her teammate’s faces and Callie hugged her. “I had no idea you were so bold, girl, but you go for it.” * * * * True to Callie’s advice, Lacy had gone for it and now, two years later, she was even more dedicated and loyal to her Swedish Mistress. Freja had moved to California a mere three weeks after the tournament was over and soon they got jobs began living together as Mistress and slave. Yet as the two lovers walked along the beach Lacy pleaded in a breathy but petulant voice. “Please, Mistress, I need to cum. It’s driving me crazy.” Upon hearing her slave whine, Freja reached for the tiny remote which controlled the source of Lacy’s difficulty, the remote control vibrating egg in her pussy. The remote dangled from the thin gold chain Freja wore around her hips. The chain also carried a charm Lacy had bought her Mistress, it was a bejeweled, pink cubic zirconium pendant engraved with the word bitch. All it took was a mere flick of Freja’s finger to increase the strength of the egg’s vibrations. This made Lacy moan and reach for her pussy as her libido told her she had to climax. “No, don’t you dare touch yourself. Remember, you’re being punished, slut.” Freja scolded. Lacy didn’t remember why she was being punished, but she also knew it didn’t matter why, or if she had actually done something wrong. If Mistress wanted to sexually torment her, she would. “Ohhhh god, please, please, please. Let me cum.” Lacy squealed as she staggered forward and fell down in the warm water and sand as if the torment had done her in. “Don’t be dramatic, slave, you’ve had the egg in you at a much higher power than this.” Freja pointed out, but she playfully dropped to her knees to crawl over her bitch’s nubile body. With practiced experience she grabbed Lacy’s wrists and pulled them over her head where she held them. Then with her free hand she found Lacy’s clit and began to rub it in slow circles firing even more lust in her slave. “Oh god, please make me cum.” Lacy pleaded, but Freja just fixed her cool Scandinavian blues on her sub and stared as she thought about how Lacy had blossomed sexually in her submission. “Please, Mistress, give me more. I need more of your fingers, please.” Lacy wailed, but Freja just continued her maddeningly slow rolling of Lacy’s engorged clit. Lacy’s breath was coming in ragged gasps and her face was flushed with her unsatisfied need which was exactly what Freja wanted to see. By chance Freja looked up and saw a young man laying out on a blanket about fifty yards up the beach. What seemed odd to Freja was she didn’t immediately recognize him. She knew all the homeowners in the beach co-op, but this was a stranger which meant he was likely trespassing. Still though, she sensed a rare opportunity to subject her slut to a little special humiliation which she knew Lacy would eat up. “No, you’re not going to cum now, but follow me. I know how I want you to cum.” Freja released Lacy’s wrists and helped pull her to her feet. For Lacy the simple fact her Mistress intended to allow her climax was good news, but she had no idea what Freja had in mind. “Do you see the guy over there?” Freja asked her slave as she pointed. Lacy looked over at the guy. “Yes, Mistress.” Lacy had only limited experience with men, limited by Freja’s desire to expose her slave to the opposite sex. During their time together Freja had invited a few select men to play with them, but they had all been submissive men whom Freja could easily control.

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