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“How was that?” Christie asks.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck me that was so amazing!” Gracelyn replies. “I’m a total mess, but my God was it so worth it!”
“I am so happy to hear it,” Christie says with a smile, intentionally playing on the girl’s word usage. She walks across her stomach to the floor, turning to offer her a hand up, “Shall we get you cleaned up?”
Gracelyn is distracted enough from being stepped on nonchalantly that the clean-up offer almost goes over her head. Seeing Christie’s hand held out towards her snaps her attention. “Cleaned up? Here?”
Christie giggles, “Yes here. You didn’t think we were going to let you drive all the way home in your current condition did you?”
“It’s hard to think of anything at the moment,” Gracelyn admits as she slowly sits up. She is slightly sweaty all over; her pants have absorbed her joy and look as though she’s peed herself even though that’s not the case. It’s a little embarrassing for her at first, but if she had to leave in this condition, she’d be fine doing so as it would be a pleasant reminder of what she just went through.
She reaches for Christie’s hand to pull herself up, but her legs still act like jello and she sinks back onto her butt, laughing as she catches herself against her hostesses’ legs.
“Awwww! Do someone’s legs not want to cooperate?” Christie asks as she gets on her knees and acts as Gracelyn’s back support. “What ever will you do if you can’t trample someone?”
“It’s only temporary,” Gracelyn says with a smile, “and besides, I can still do plenty from the floor,” rubbing her feet in Brian’s face with the angle granted to her by her fall.
He moans softly in surprise as the ladies laugh amongst one another.
Christie lets Gracelyn play for another minute before getting back to her original plan. “Alright, come along sweetie,” she says as she gets back to her feet and pulls Gracelyn up with her.
Together, they walk side by side across Brian’s stomach and waist on their way out. The simplicity of that action puts a big smile on Gracelyn’s face, and she can’t help but look back at him, paying no mind that she’s headed straight for a wall that she would undoubtedly hit if not for being guided by Christie’s arm around her shoulder.
Cindy, having been on Brian’s chest this whole time, waits for him to look back up at her before planting her foot up the middle of his face and walks off of it on her way to the couch.
Unfazed, Brian rolls over and sees her looking back at him with a smirk on her pretty face.
“Why do I get the feeling you two have already decided to let her stay?” he asks.
A smile grows, “What gave you that impression?” she replies.
“You two were in the other room for a significant amount of time, and you just now gave her a reason to get undressed.”
“And?”
“And, I know that’s not something either of you would do this early on unless one, or both of you liked her enough to want her to stick around.”
Cindy leans her head back smiling.
Brian gets up to join her; pinning her against the back cushions, he rests into her and leans in for a kiss. “So, is she staying or not?”
“That’s up to her,” Cindy says before kissing him back.
“Is that so? How did Christie talk you into this?”
“Oh like you don’t know how persuasive she can be when she really wants something.”
Brian stops short of responding, knowing she has a point. He gets the notion that she wasn’t told much and is therefore not telling him anything as a result. He decides to wait for Christie to return and question her directly.
In the guest bedroom, Christie presents Gracelyn with a few clothing options to consider before heading for her shower. Out of respect, she turns away as the girl starts undressing, and doesn’t sense any hesitation from her about doing so while they are in the room together.
“Why did you kiss me?” Christie asks with her head slightly turned.
Gracelyn blushes from being called out about it. “I um… I don’t know. Why?”
“I pick up a faint lesbian vibe, but I don’t feel like that’s the whole reason why you did it, so I just wanted to find out if there was something I missed.”
Gracelyn smirks proudly, “poke around in there a little longer. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“I could, but sometimes it’s more rewarding to hear an answer that I don’t have to fish for.”
“Well…um, I suppose I liked what you were doing with my hair. I know I loved that we were both standing on Brian; that definitely added a lot to the moment for me. And… the way you were looking at me – I mean you gotta admit, you were asking for it.”
Christie laughs softly.
Gracelyn gets out of her under garments and then holds a towel against herself as she approaches Christie, “And you could say I’m more bi-curious than just straight lesbian, but…” placing a hand on Christie’s arm, “…for you, I’ll be anything you want me to be.”
Guided by a tugging gesture, Christie turns and faces her, taking the Ataşehir Anal Escort girls hand in her own. “There’s a long list of things I want you to be, but first and foremost is to be happy.”
“Of course I’m happy! I’m here in your presence! I really couldn’t be happier!”
“While you’re in my presence, I believe you. However, I can tell that when you go home, you’ll feel a sense of emptiness.”
“Yeah, well that’s life. It has its shitty moments.”
“What if it didn’t?”
Perplexed, Gracelyn loosens her grip on Christie’s hand, “Is this some twisted form of kidnapping here?”
Christie laughs briefly, “No, of course not. You’re free to go anytime you want. I’m just saying…what if you didn’t have to?”
Gracelyn smiles, “I mean, that would be amazing and all, but I wouldn’t want to mess up what you have with Cindy and Brian.”
Christie gently rests her forehead against Gracelyn’s, “Cindy is already on board with this, and I can tell Brian has already caught on with the idea even though I haven’t shared it with him yet. That said, this isn’t an offer I make to just anyone.” A sweet, soothing kiss follows.
Gracelyn almost losses the feeling in her legs again from the initial shock, but keeps herself standing by bracing Christie’s arms. She disregards the fact that the towel she’s using isn’t secured around her and without fail, it falls when they release their hold moments later.
Christie smiles at the lovely sight before her, and cues Gracelyn about her towel with a simple raise of her brow.
Gracelyn is preoccupied with getting her breath back before it sinks in what Christie is gesturing about, however, once she catches on, she takes her time retrieving it.
“So I was right… about earlier” she says without making eye contact as she retrieves her towel, “you did want a kiss.”
“It is on the list,” Christie says in a playful tone.
Gracelyn blushes crimson with a bigger smile.
“Anyway, give it some thought,” Christie says, running her pointer finger down the middle of Gracelyn’s naked chest, pawing at her stomach, and then running it back up and under her boob. As she walks out of the room, she puts that finger in her mouth and gives Gracelyn a wink.
Gracelyn’s jaw hangs in awe. She watches as Christie walks out of sight before ecstatically jittering about with another muted scream, catching her glasses from sliding off. She takes several deep breathes to compose herself a little before heading off to the bathroom.
Back in the living room, Cindy is snuggling into Brian with her leg crossed over one of his while he has his arm around her shoulders. For a change, they are sitting up this time because of their guest.
Brian has his head leaned back with his eyes closed, but he can still hear Christie approaching by the pitter patter of her bare feet. “You really want there to be a fourth person?”
“If that fourth person is her, then yes,” Christie replies, taking a seat on his other leg and leaning sideways against him.
He raises his head and sees that Christie’s face has her usual thought-induced stare, signifying that her gift is doing its thing. He remains quiet, waiting for her facial expression to change. However, several minutes pass and he starts to suspect that something is off.
Both of the ladies are being unusually quiet for having a guest over. He looks at Cindy, who is resting soundly against him with her eyes closed, then back to Christie and notices she’s taking longer than normal to come to a resolve.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
Christie shakes her head ‘No’ with a smile.
“Then why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”
“When I know, you’ll know.”
“Um, ok?” Brian tries to recall if he missed something, and when nothing obvious comes to mind, he looks back at Cindy who is now looking back up at him with her brow cocked in thought.
Gracelyn is nearing the middle of her quick shower, and thoughts are racing through her head. She tries to weigh the pros and cons of staying with this group she just met, one of whom she knows very well already, or so she thinks. She also tries to imagine what could be on Christie’s list while simultaneously replaying that hot thing she did with her finger over and over again.
She relives it for the twentieth time in a row before her train of thought is halted by a voice that isn’t hers.
‘You must have really enjoyed that.’
It’s quiet, fades in and out like a weak broadcast, and it sounds like Christie.
Gracelyn’s eyes shoot open as she thinks Christie has come into the bathroom unannounced and spins around towards the door only to see that she’s still alone.
“Christie? Are you at the door?”
When there is no immediate answer, she cuts her shower short with the quickest rinse she’s ever given herself. She secures her towel this time and rushes to the door and peaks out to see if someone’s screwing with her. Once she sees that no one is there, she grabs a second towel Ataşehir Yaşlı Escort to dry her hair with and heads back to the guest bedroom.
In the few paces it takes her to get into the room, she mentally calls Christie to come join her. She hears ‘Coming,’ and it makes her jump!
“What the!” she yelps, looking behind her since the voice sounds a lot closer than it should be.
Christie walks into the room a few seconds later, “Is everything alright dear?”
“Are you talking to me,” Gracelyn says tapping the side of her head, “from out there?!”
Christie’s signature all-knowing-smirk reveals itself. “So you can hear me.”
“Huh?!” Gracelyn replies with mild concern in her tone.
“I thought it was just your trample vibe that was giving me trouble,” Christie says as she slowly approaches Gracelyn, taking her hand in hers once again, then smiles as she telepathically relays ‘Turns out you have an ability that you aren’t aware of, and I finally figured out how to get through.’
Gracelyn’s wide eyes dart around as Christie’s voice sounds omni-directional, freaking her out a little and causing her to pull her hand free to grasp her head, messing up the towel that’s on it in the process.
Christie softly giggles as she lifts the towel clear of Gracelyn’s eyes. “Are you ok sweetie?”
“Huhhh?!”
“Are you ok?”
“Wha… why… um.. HOW?!”
“I found out that you have a dormant ability and I’ve been helping it to learn to react since you showed up here,” Christie says, putting her arm around Gracelyn’s shoulders. ‘My voice is quiet and a little muttered right now, isn’t it?’
Gracelyn jerks slightly, “Yeah.”
“It was like that for me at first too. In time it’ll clear up.”
Gracelyn remains quiet as she stares blankly in front her, trying to comprehend what’s going on as she massages her head through the towel.
Christie senses her struggle and guides her over to a cushioned bench at the foot of the guest bed, taking a seat next to her. She idles patiently and smiles to herself as she hears Gracelyn’s thoughts blaze around aimlessly – suddenly they go quiet.
“How come I only hear you?” Gracelyn asks. “Like, I don’t hear Cindy or Brian the same way.”
“Baby steps sweetie,” Christie says. “I couldn’t hear everyone when my gift kicked in, but let me tell you, you don’t want to hear everyone right away, because then you have to learn how to control who you want to hear. But! That’s assuming your ability is like mine.”
Gracelyn looks to her, “How will I know if it is?”
“Well, if you’d like, I could mentor you.”
“Oh I would love that!” Gracelyn cheers as she leaps into a hug with Christie with her fears all but vanishing. “I guess maybe I should stick around for a while then, huh?”
Christie smiles, “It couldn’t hurt,” then thinks for a second, “Well the telepathic exercises wouldn’t, but the trampling might…until you get used to it that is,” she says leaning into Gracelyn’s side with a wink.
“Oh come on, you know I’ll be fine! I was made for it!” Gracelyn states as she turns to face Christie more prominently while on the bench.
“You say that, but Cindy can be pretty rough when she wants to be, not to mention what my ladies would do with you.”
“Your ladies? What?! You know other women who are into trampling?!”
“I do.”
“I don’t remember you saying anything about them in your interview!”
“I mentioned them, but the interview wasn’t about them, so I didn’t say much.”
Gracelyn takes a moment to recall the mention, “OH! That’s right! They were a part of your celebration for this place!”
“They were, yes!”
“Well then I can’t wait to meet them and see what they can do!”
“I should warn you that one of them likes to dabble with breath play. Brian is the only one who has ever passed her personal test.”
“Her test? What does she do?”
“Nothing Cindy and I won’t help you get used to first.”
“Can I walk on her the same way, or is that not her style?”
“I don’t think you’re heavy enough to have the same effect on her hun, but I can’t see why she wouldn’t let you try.”
That perks Gracelyn’s interests immensely!
“Ooo! I wanna! I wanna! I wanna!!” she says nearly bouncing off her seat in excitement.
Christie laughs along with her reaction. “In due time, honey, don’t worry! As for right now though,” nibbling her lip as she leans in close with focused eye contact, ‘how about showing me what you can do?’
“What?! Seriously?!!” Gracelyn can’t believe what she’s hearing at first.
‘You scared?’ Christie teases.
“Huh? No,” Gracelyn replies with a shaky laugh, “I just didn’t think you’d want me to do that to you already.”
Christie gives her a quick peck on the side of her head before sliding off the bench, smiling as she kneels at her feet.
Gracelyn’s jaw hangs open again as she habitually lifts her foot. She can’t believe what she’s seeing come to pass as she’s used Ataşehir Zenci Escort to needing to ask for something like this first.
Christie gently takes hold of her foot and plants soft kisses on her toes and along her arch, getting whimpers of approval out of her much like Brian did earlier. She sets it down on her lap and does the same with the other foot without taking her eyes off Gracelyn’s.
Her approach has Gracelyn turned on immediately, but she can only quiver in arousal this time as she’s been spent from her first two episodes.
‘I love your toes…so much,’ Christie telepathically relays to her as she lovingly sucks on them for several minutes. Since she still wants Gracelyn to trample her, she gives the girl’s toes a few more kisses before lying back on the floor parallel to the bench.
For anyone else, Gracelyn would be up and standing on them instantly, but because she idolizes Christie so much, she almost freezes in place from seeing her under her feet. She has a routine she’s practiced at home for years for moments like this, but she can’t remember it.
‘Is someone getting cold feet?’ Christie relays with a smile.
Gracelyn smiles back and blushes into her hands. ‘I just can’t believe this is actually happening.’
Christie rests her head on one arm and relaxes as she waits for Gracelyn to act. The girl’s toes are pinning her other arm down – both on her forearm and in the palm of her hand. As she waits, she caresses the big toe with her thumb since it’s the only one that can be reached.
The sensation makes Gracelyn scrunch her toes playfully as she uncovers her face and peers down. She lifts one foot at a time onto Christie’s midsection, “Don’t you think I should get dressed first before I trample you?”
Christie giggles, “Not like I haven’t seen everything already.”
Gracelyn laughs with her, “Fair enough.” She double checks the towel’s hold as she stands up, places one foot on Christie’s stomach, and then pauses.
Christie notices her observing her surroundings, and picks up that she’s uncharacteristically looking for something to brace. “Hold up your hand, sweetie.”
“What?” Gracelyn replies caught slightly off guard.
“Hold up your hand.”
“Ok?” she says as she watches Christie reach to the side of the bench and press a button in a hidden compartment. A panel opens from the ceiling followed by a solid chrome bar lowering towards her hand. “Oh my God, they’re in the ceiling too?!” pulling her hand back to make way.
“In all the rooms except for the main one, yes. Keep your hand up. It’ll stop when it makes contact,” Christie says.
Gracelyn smiles as she lifts her hand back up, meeting the bar with a soft tap. “Oh I love this place so much,” she beams as she takes hold of it. Looking back at Christie, she wiggles her foot under her blouse, rubs it back and forth across her stomach a few times, then with the aid of the bar, gently steps up onto her abdomen full weight.
Christie closes her eyes and moans from the light pressure. It reminds her a lot of being trampled by Kacie as she adores the lighter weight for a change compared to the rest of her friends who all weigh more than her.
Gracelyn loves seeing how much Christie is enjoying herself under her feet. With both of them having such a deep understanding of trampling, they both get mesmerized by each other’s actions.
Christie notices that Gracelyn’s movements are slow and methodical. To anyone else, other than her partners and close friends, this would feel like an Ashiatsu massage, but her feet aren’t following muscle groups or being applied in certain techniques that therapists swear by, they are simply pressing into her and allowing her body to form to them. It’s something only trample lovers would understand and Gracelyn is the first lady she’s met who she hasn’t had to explain this to.
Gracelyn continues this treatment for several minutes, watching Christie’s facial expressions closely as she switches up her footing to tip toed steps that sink back down flat again, loving the smile she gets as a result. She smiles back, ‘You like?’
Christie moans softly and nibbles her lip again, ‘I love it.’
Turning face to face, Gracelyn keeps her weight on Christie’s stomach with one foot and rubs the toes of the other against her breasts. ‘You know, giving me this bar to hold onto could help me stay on you for quite a while.’
‘Yeah. And?’
‘The longer I stay on you, the less likely it’ll be that I’ll want to get off.’
Christie takes hold of the playful foot and brings it to her lips for more kisses. ‘What makes you think I want you to stop?’
Music to Gracelyn’s ears! She jitters in excitement again and holds back a scream, but the expression is still very much there on her face! “I just figured you’d want to get up at some point to bring the others up to speed,” she says.
“About what?” Cindy asks, having made a stealth approach from behind.
“OOooo!!” Gracelyn blurts out in shock, spinning around on Christie, but ultimately losing her footing and landing on her butt on the floor.
The girls can’t help but burst into tears laughing!
“Give a girl a heart attack why don’t ya,” Gracelyn says propping herself up into a sitting position and rubbing her chest over her heart.
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