Side Effects

It also raised the big, big question of what did she want out of the next session? She could carry on as before, pushing Jayne to do more and more bizarre things so as to explore the bounds of what she would do under the influence of the drug. She could try and keep the emotional side out of it, try and continue just to use Jayne as some sort of life size doll, but, after the last time, she knew that this wouldn't be enough. The way she had 'woken up', the way that it had slipped, seamlessly, into something she was doing because she wanted to, had profoundly affected her. It had felt so right, by giving Jayne pleasure, she had, in return, received pleasure. This is what she wanted to do, to give as well as receive, to share, to bond.

And that, in turn, raised its own questions. If what she wanted was to make love to Jayne then what did that make her? She'd never been particularly attracted to boys, had never seen what all the fuss was about but she had put that down to her busy academic lifestyle. Now she was beginning to understand what everyone else seemed to know. Her desire for Jayne was very physical and she wanted to express it in a very physical way. It would seem that her feelings towards Jayne had gone beyond just friendship but what was it that she was feeling and, what did it imply? In short, did it make her some sort of lesbian? There, she'd said it.

Julie knew that, in this modern world, there was no shame, no fear, no stigma attached but that didn't make it any easier. For starters she wasn't sure that her mother lived in the same modern world and, far, far more importantly, what about Jayne? The obvious thing, the simple thing, the straightforward thing would be to just go to Jayne and tell her how she felt but the fear of rejection stopped her. They were getting on so well at the moment, they had never seemed to be closer. Why risk it all? What if she recoiled in horror? Julie wasn't sure she could take that. Better to be 'best friends' than ruin it all by confessing her real feelings.

But that brought her straight back to her quandary about what she was going to do on Sunday. Everything she thought of had its drawbacks, everything she contemplated seemed either too shallow or too risky. She had to come up with something but the questions just kept going around and around and Sunday just kept getting nearer and nearer.

And then it was upon her. She was drinking coffee sprawled out on the sofa in the lounge when Jayne appeared. Like Julie, she hadn't bothered getting dressed but was in her PJs and dressing gown.

"Morning, flatmate," Jayne said as she sat down in the armchair opposite. "Are we all ready for this afternoon's entertainment?"

"I'm not sure...," Julie started.

"Oh, don't be a wuss! I'm quite looking forward to seeing what shenanigans you get up to. Then, next time, I can try them out on you."

"It's just that... well, it's all a bit lezzie, isn't it?"

"Is that what's worrying you, that I might be trying to seduce you into the dark side? Are you scared you won't be able to resist my feminine charms?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that," Julie replied.

Jayne got up and came over and sat on the sofa next to Jayne. She put her coffee down on the table, turned to Julie, took her by the hand and looked her straight in the eye. "It's OK, really it is," she said softly. "It's a bit of fun, nobody's getting hurt and, well, where's the harm?"

"I don't want it to become a thing between us," Julie replied. "I'm scared I'll go too far."

"I think you're scared you won't go far enough," Jayne said, almost inaudibly. "Now, I got some of those organic sausages for breakfast. How do you want your eggs?"

And, without waiting for a response she got up and headed for the kitchen. Julie followed her in.

"Hello, you can't have been too unsure," Jayne said as she looked in the bread bin as preparation for making toast. "I see you picked up some fresh poppy seed rolls when you were shopping. Now, give us a hand here."

They worked together to prepare brunch and, fifteen minutes later, they were sat at the kitchen table, each with a full English.

Once they had finished they washed up the pots and pans and then Jayne disappeared upstairs for a few moments. When she returned the PJs were gone; she was just wearing her dressing gown which she flashed open to show that she was naked beneath it.

"I thought I'd save you the trouble," she joked as she tied the belt again. "Hey, what's that look for. Don't try to tell me you weren't planning to get me naked. Now, if you'll get the tablets I'll butter a couple of rolls."

Julie was too flustered to respond so she simply went upstairs and fetched the Panadoxolin. When she returned to the kitchen Jayne was all ready for her and seemed eager to start the experiment. Julie passed her the pill which she swallowed and then started in on the rolls. Five minutes later they were sat together on the sofa, as ever, watching Downton Abbey.

Julie couldn't help herself, it was so cosy, just the two of them, still in their nightwear, sat together on the sofa, and Jayne's dressing gown was so soft and luxurious that she ended up snuggled up against her friend. At first that was all it was but Julie's bare feet were getting cold so she put them up on the sofa. From there it was almost inevitable that she ended up with her head resting on Jayne's lap. Judging by the way Jayne was gently stroking her hair she didn't seem to mind. The first add break passed, and then the second, and Julie knew she ought to be testing to see if Jayne was under the influence but she was too comfortable and too engrossed in the program so she just let it run. It was only when the final credits rolled that Julie realised that Jayne had stopped stroking her hair. By this time she should be deep, deep under the influence. Julie rolled over slightly, looked up, and, sure enough, Jayne's eyes were glazed over. Julie reached for the remote and switched the TV off.

Still Julie didn't know what she wanted Jayne do. If all the other sessions were anything to go by she knew she should be demanding sexual gymnastics but, for the life of her, she was too comfortable to move. However, as she looked at her friend, sitting there passively, there was one thing she wanted.

"Kiss me, kiss me properly, on the lips," she said, slightly nervously.

Jayne leant forward and, although it was a little awkward, their lips met. Julie was entranced. It wasn't the 'real' Jayne, she knew that, but Jayne's outer self was responding to the 'kiss me properly' command and this was no peck on the lips, this was a lover's kiss, a kiss full of desire and passion. Hardly aware of what she was doing Julie reached up and put her arms around Jayne's neck, holding them close. She just wanted the kiss to go on and on and on.

The problem was that, as many a lover has found, a two seater sofa is not the most comfortable place for making love. Having gone this far Julie wanted to go so much further. She wanted to feel skin against skin, not just lip against lip. She wanted to feel their bodies entwine, to lie naked together, to touch, to caress, to conjoin. She broke from the embrace and glanced around. There was always the hearth rug but it didn't look particularly inviting. The obvious answer was waiting upstairs. Surely she couldn't be so bold.

She looked again at Jayne who was waiting immobile and her hunger overcame her reserve. As long as she was quick, as long as she didn't hang about, then Jayne would be deep in the trance state and wouldn't know anything about it. She got up from the sofa and, ordering Jayne to follow, made her way to her bedroom.

As soon as she got there she slipped out of her dressing gown and PJs and slid under the covers. She ordered Jayne to join her but had to countermand that so as to get Jayne to take off her dressing gown first. Then, at last, she lay full length against the naked body of her friend. At first it was a little disappointing; Jayne was very much under the influence and only able to react, rather than act, but Julie could take her time and luxuriate in the physical closeness. Now she could kiss, stroke and caress to her heart's content. She felt as if she wanted to touch every inch of Jayne's body, to feel its softness, to appreciate its beauty. Jayne had never affected her like this before but, ever since their first kiss there had been something about her that was irresistible. Now that glorious sexy body was all hers to do with as she wished. She just wished that her passion could be returned.

But, for all that this was bliss, Julie couldn't help but feel guilty. This wasn't just messing around; this was a bit too much like date rape. She wasn't just pushing Jayne to see what she could make her do, she was using her for her own sexual gratification. She ought to stop; she ought, at least, to return to the front room, to get them both dressed again. However, for the life of her she couldn't. She just had to kiss those nipples one more time, she had to feel the warmth, the closeness, of Jayne's body next to hers. Just a little more, just one more kiss.

And then Jayne stirred! It wasn't much, they were lying side by side when Jayne lifted her arm up and laid it over Julie. In a panic, Julie tried to pull away but Jayne, moving like a zombie, followed after her and pulled her back. As Julie watched she could see Jayne's eyes clearing, she could see that the 'real' Jayne, her inner self, was back in control. And then Jayne really did move. She grabbed Julie by the shoulders, pushed her back down on the bed, rolled on top of her and kissed her, hard.

Julie felt completely overwhelmed. Just moments ago she had been in charge, she had been calling the shots, and Jayne had been the passive partner. Now it was very much the other way around. The sheer force of Jayne's passion, just as much as the weight of her body, was pinning her to the bed. She felt Jayne's knee pushing between her thighs, opening her up until, with their bodies entwined together, flesh really did touch flesh. Jayne moved against her, slowly and powerfully, and as Jayne's thigh forced its way between Julie's legs the direct pressure against Julie's pussy was heavenly.

And then Jayne stopped, lifted herself up and, propping herself up with her arms, looked down at Julie, smiling.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?"

Julie just lay there, panting.

"Well?" Jayne prompted.

"I.... I'm not sure."

"'Not sure' is so your problem. You're never sure. You're not sure if you like this," Jayne leant down and gently kissed Julie on the lips. "Or this," she did the same for Julie's right nipple. "Or this," the left nipple this time. "I guess I ought to stop. I wouldn't want to be kissing someone who wasn't sure." Jayne made as if to roll off Julie.

"No!" Julie called out. "Please, Jayne, don't go!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"Please, Jayne, One thing I am sure of is I couldn't stand it if you left now. Please don't go, please, come back and kiss me again."

"I thought you'd never ask," and, with that, Jayne went back to work, kissing, caressing, stroking massaging, exploring the myriad ways their pleasure could become mutual. As the passion rose so did the intensity and Julie was frantically rubbing herself up against Jayne's thigh, her breath was getting shorter, and, for Jayne, that in itself was a turn on. It was as if the barriers between them were completely down and they had become one, joined together in the ardour of their entanglement.

"Oh god, yes, like that, like that!" Julie urged as Jayne's teeth tugged at her nipple. "Oh, yes, harder, harder, oh, Jayne! Oh Jayne! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, OH YES, OH, Jayne!"

Julie's whole body seemed to explode as, wrapped in Jayne's arms, her climax rocked through her body. Her whole world was a warm soft fluffy cloud on which she floated away, lost to everything but the all encompassing pleasure that engulfed her. For a few glorious moments she could stay there, right at the peak, the pinnacle, the essence and then it all slipped away and she collapsed back, spent and exhausted. Jayne held her close and safe, allowing her time to recover.

When at last Julie had recovered she opened her eyes to see Jayne watching her.

"OK?" Jayne asked.

"More than," Julie replied.

"Are you still worried that what we're doing might be a bit... now, what was the word you used, lezzie?"

"I don't care, as long as it's with you. But what about you? Are you OK with being lesbian? I mean, I kind of tricked you into this."

"I've always been OK with it and, no, you didn't trick me into anything. I've been dropping hints for years that I wanted to try this. Those pills of yours gave me an excuse just as much as they gave you an excuse. Talking of which..." Jayne left the sentence hanging.

"I'd like to try it without the pills for a change," Julie replied. "I mean, they've been fun and, well, they helped us to get here, but it's so much better when you're not drugged. Maybe just use them once in a while, special occasions."

"And in the meanwhile I don't get to have you under my control?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Julie replied with a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe we don't need the drugs. It won't be the same; it might be better."

"So, if I were to order you to kiss my pussy?" Jayne said tentatively.

Julie didn't answer, she was too busy sliding down the bed. An order is an order, after all.