From SaraSissyGirl Blog
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May 5, 2012
"Am
I allowed to kiss boys tonight?"
Emily's
friend was in the garage this morning, putting something in Emily's car—they
were driving together to the bachelorette party in another city several hours
away, when Emily, who was in the hallway with me, asked me that question.
"What,"
I asked instantly breathless, looking over Emily's shoulder, sure her friend
would walk back into the house any second.
"Am
I allowed to kiss boys tonight," she asked again with an innocent grin,
one layered with subtle teasing, with sexual innuendo.
"Emily!"
"You
know I'll have boys hitting on me, sweetie," she twirled her hair,
"you know how boys are when they see a bunch of girls out all dressed up
partying.
I
swallowed, thought of the suitcase she packed, the dressing hanging carefully
inside:
Oh,
she'd have the chance, all right, over and over and over.
"Em,"
I swallowed, "I...I don't know, I..."
"What
if I promise to tell you about it...will that make things...tight..." She
looked down at my waist, at the jeans I was wearing over lingerie, looking,
giggling, knowing that whatever she was doing, her sissy would be a good girl,
that the chastity cage would guarantee that.
"I...I...maybe
if...if you told me..."
"What
about girls? What should I do if I decided to kiss girls, instead. Should I
text you pictures of that?"
Her
friend walked in the door at that moment, before I could answer.
"Ready," she asked.
"Yep,"
Emily said, looking over her shoulder at me, shaking her head at the unanswered
question. "Hey, do I need a jacked for tomorrow," she asked her
friend, "all I have is a light sweater."
"I
don't think so," her friend say.
"It
might rain, that might be a good idea," I said helpfully, hoping she'd
listen to me, come back into the house, get a jacket. She did, walked down the
hall, towards the bedroom, I followed, unable to stop, having to say it, having
to finish the conversation, grateful we were out of the hall.
"You...you
can kiss boys," I swallowed hard, unable to believe the words were coming
out of my mouth.
She
laughed, looked at me over her shoulder, "such a good girl," she
said, then looked down again, at my waist. "Think about me tonight...if it
doesn't hurt too much."
And I
am thinking about her, thinking about the dress, about her going out, about the
guys that are sure to be there, hitting on her, flirting with her, and maybe,
maybe, kissing her.
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