The Gloves of Libedine

"Yes. All you need do is pleasure yourself, as you were just doing, while wearing the gloves, but from now on, you must want to see us when you do so. Otherwise, you will just have a very, very nice time."

Fiona smiled at that. She was looking forward to doing lots of self-pleasuring.

"Oh, wait, there is one more thing. Won't it look weird if I go around wearing long red gloves everywhere?" she asked.

"Worry not, child. From this point on, unless you so desire, no one else will see the gloves. Only you will know you are wearing them. Now, I must go, as must you, Fiona Diggs. Farewell, until we meet again."

The red light flared and Fiona felt herself falling. As she did so, the orgasm upon whose brink she had been teetering throughout this strange experience finally fell upon her like a great beast. It ripped through her, an earthquake of pleasure that shook her to the very core. The light faded and Fiona relaxed into a sensation of pleasant numbness. She must have fallen asleep because when she became aware of her surroundings, night had crept up and the headlights of passing cars pushed shadows across her wall.

She lay on her bed, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages. She could still feel a large wet spot beneath her ass and upper thighs where she'd obviously leaked copious fluids. Was any of it real, she wondered, or just a very pleasant dream? She held up the hand with which she'd been pleasuring herself. She was still wearing the long, red glove and it seemed bone dry and in pristine condition. Yet there was no question that she'd cum and cum hard, possibly harder than she ever had before. So how could the glove be dry and unstained? Because, she told herself, it's magical.

But how could she be sure? The answer was obvious. Touch someone, but who? The obvious candidate was David, but by now, the store would be closed and David gone home. And Fiona just couldn't wait until tomorrow to know.

Her stomach rumbled and she realized she was starving. She hadn't eaten for hours. She rolled out of bed, briefly considered her discarded clothes, then pulled off the stockings and changed into old jeans and a light sweatshirt. If the gloves really worked, than they'd work no matter what she was wearing, and it would be a better test of their effectiveness if she could get someone else aroused while dressed like a slacker as opposed to a stripper.

She decided to head over to Roscoes, the best burger joint in town. It wasn't far and served big juicy burgers with nice, crunchy pickles - a must on any cheeseburger as far as she was concerned - and thick creamy, very chocolately shakes. Even better, it was located in an old house and so had no drive thru. She'd have to go inside and with any luck there'd be some cute guy or hot girl on whom she could test her new magic gloves.

When she got there, she pulled open the door to the welcoming smell of grilled meat and fried potatoes. Her mouth started watering and her stomach gave another lurch. She immediately went up to the counter and order a double cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake. The chubby guy behind the counter rang her up and took the twenty from her hand without a second look. Apparently, the gloves were invisible. She was careful not to touch him, but then remembered that doing so wouldn't make a difference unless she consciously wanted to grant him the gift, as the spirit had put it. And she didn't want to give it to just anyone, at least not initially and as far as she could tell, the gloves had given no indication that they wanted to bestow their gift on the counter guy either.

"Fiona, hey Fiona," she heard a woman's voice call. She turned and quickly spotted her friend Ellen sitting in a booth with two guy friends, Gerry and Todd. Fiona smiled widely and waved at them. As soon as she did so, she felt both of her hands grow warm. The gloves and she had reached the same conclusion. Her friends would be her test subjects.

And why not? They were a lot like her. Not really part of the cool crowd, preferring to stay in and watch television or play board games as opposed to going to nightclubs. Ellen was a software engineer who played all kinds of online games and Todd worked at a comic store. None of them would have an adventurous sex life, but they probably all wanted one. Fiona and Ellen had shared stories of past relationships and she knew the tall, thin brunette had always had a pretty vanilla sex life despite being a secret fan of the Shades of Grey series.

Fiona approached the table, butterflies churning in her stomach. Was this really fair to her friends, she wondered? Was it manipulating them? No, it was, as the spirit had said, freeing them. They would be happier with more confidence in their sexuality. So when Ellen lifted up her hand for a high five, Fiona reached out and pressed her hand into Ellen's, making sure to maintain contact for a long second. She instantly knew she'd been successful. Her palm flared with heat, like she had held it too close to the grill, and a wave of excitement passed through her body. Ellen's eyes widened and she seemed to shiver for just a second before a look of confusion crossed her face. Fiona turned to the two guys sitting across the table as she slid into the booth.

"Hey dudes," she said, and raised up both her hands clenched in fists and held them out. Gerry and Todd reached out a fist each and bumped hers. The same sensations swept over her and both the men seemed to draw in sharp breaths as their bodies experienced, she assumed, similar sensations. And then everything returned to normal, with none of them acknowledging the odd sensations. It was possible, Fiona thought, that they didn't even recall them.

"What's up Fee," Ellen asked, smiling at her friend. "Go back to the thrift store again?"

She laughed and nudged Fiona, leaning her body into her friend's and maintaining the contact just a tad longer than might be considered usual or appropriate. Fiona laughed and blushed and admitted that, yes, she had. But she didn't mention the gloves. For a few minutes, the four of them traded gossip, job updates and thoughts on the upcoming Star Wars movie and then Todd and Gerry got up to get the food they had ordered. Since the two boys and Ellen had not been there very long before Fiona's arrival, she did not have to wait long for her food once theirs was ready.

They ate and joked and enjoyed each other's company. Once everyone was done, Fiona asked the group what their plans were.

"Not sure," Ellen said. "I ran into these two in the parking lot, so this is an entirely unplanned gathering. You know we'd have called if we had any hot plans, Fee."

"I know. I fell asleep and napped most of the afternoon, so I haven't really thought about what to do tonight. You guys wanna come over to my place and watch a movie or something?"

The suggestion was met with unanimous support, with Gerry and Todd volunteering to stop by the store for some beer and cookies. Fiona and Ellen headed to her apartment, dropping onto the couch almost as soon as they walked through the door. Fiona reached for the remote, figuring she would try to find a movie with some decent sex scenes that might help set the mood for what she hoped was to come.

"Fee, can I ask you a question?" Ellen asked.

"Go for it."

"What do you think of Todd and Gerry? I mean, do you think they're cute?"

Fiona thought for a second, not about Todd or Gerry but about the question and what it might mean. Ellen had never indicated much interest in either of the guys before. Did the gloves work this fast? Because it seemed like perhaps Ellen might already have been affected.

"Yeah, they are. I mean Gerry has that whole smoldering Italian look going. Sure, he's not very muscular and has kind of a long nose, but still. And Todd works out a lot. He's prematurely balding, but that can be sexy, kind of like Agent Skinner from the X-Files. Hey, you want to smoke while we wait?"

Ellen gave her a big smile. "Sure. I've got a spliff ready to go."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a thick brown joint and a lighter. She lit up and took a long drag then handed it to Fiona, who smiled seductively at her friend, took in a deep lungful of smoke and slowly exhaled, trying to look like a film star from the 1930s. Ellen laughed and took the joint. She held it to her lips, pulled in deeply, holding the smoke in her puffed out cheeks, leaned toward Fiona until their lips were just a couple of inches apart. Looking directly into her friend's eyes, she parted her lips and began blowing the smoke into Fiona's open mouth. Fiona pulled the smoke in, held it for a second, then pursed her lips and blew it back into Ellen's face. The two burst out into laughter, their bodies falling together. Fiona pulled back just enough to gaze into Ellen's face. Her friend looked back at her and then, to Fiona's surprise, leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Fiona almost dropped the joint but kept her wits about her, returning the kiss with an equal ardor. .

"Fuck, I'm sorry Fee, I don't know what the fuck...why I did that," Ellen stammered as she pulled away. Fiona took another quick hit, handed the joint to Ellen, then gripped her friend's face in both hands and kissed her hard again. After they separated, Ellen killed the joint and set it down, then turned to face Fiona.

"Jesus, I don't know, this is fucking hot and all, but I've never really thought of doing this. Plus, Todd and Gerry will be here any minute," she said in a low voice. She looked almost frightened at what she'd done and what it might lead to and especially how it might affect her friendship with Fiona.

"Yeah, and they'll love to join in," Fiona said, grinning madly at Ellen. "Come on, it'll be fun. It's about time the four of us shook things up a bit and I don't know about you, but it's been awhile since I got laid. When they get here, just follow my lead."

As if on cue, three loud sharp knocks echoed through the room and without waiting for a response, the two guys walked in.

"Beer and Oreos," called out Todd, holding up a grocery bag for inspection. Gerry stopped short and took a deep breath.

"Smells like you two already started the party," he said.

"Damn right we did," Fiona said with a wide smile. "And it's gonna be a fun ass party too. You two should join us."

The guys looked at the two women sitting suspiciously close to each other on the couch and then cast questioning glances at each other, as if silently asking "is what I think going on really going on?"

"Awesome," Todd said in a somewhat hesitant but hopeful voice. He was aware of the sexual tension in the room and how incredibly aroused he suddenly was. He set the bag down on the counter, put the beer in the fridge and walked over to the couch, squeezing in next to Ellen. He threw an arm around her in what he hoped could be seen as a friendly gesture or as a come on, depending on Ellen's mood. She responded by putting a hand on his thigh.

Gerry stood awestruck at the sight, briefly unable to move, before quickly walking around to Fiona's side, but there wasn't room for him to sit down. He hesitated for a second but then Fiona solved his dilemma by standing up and pulling him down onto the couch, promptly settling down in his lap. The four friends just stared at each other for a few seconds, waiting to see what would happen next. Fiona decided that since she had started this chain of events, it was up to her to kick it up a notch, so she wrapped her arms around Gerry and kissed him hard.

"Wooh, you go girl," Ellen called out, giggling. Then she turned to Todd, planning to kiss him, but he leaned in and beat her to the punch. His tongue pressed against her lips and she parted them, welcoming his tongue with the warmth of her own. Suddenly Todd was pulling her to him with one arm while the other snaked up under the peasant blouse she was wearing. He began rubbing her small but firm breasts. Next to them, Fiona and Gerry were making out. Fiona was now straddling her friend and she pulled back from him just long enough to pull off her sweatshirt. His hand fumbled at her bra and she took mercy and reached behind to unhook the strap and then tossed it into the corner. She moaned as he sucked one of her nipples into her mouth.

Fiona looked over at Ellen and Todd, their bodies still pressed together. Todd had a hand up under Ellen's shirt and she was desperately trying to undo his belt and zipper, obviously anxious to get at his cock. Ellen leaned back from Todd, bumping into Gerry as she did so, and then pulled off her own shirt and bra. She then used her legs to push back the coffee table before dropping to her knees before Todd. He understood what she wanted and quickly undid his belt and pants, then lifted his ass up so the two of them could slide his pants and underwear to the ground.

Fiona's eyebrows shot up. Todd was fucking packing, she realized. He must have been at least eight inches long and very thick. But she didn't get to stare long because almost all of Todd's cock disappeared into Ellen's mouth. Fiona was very impressed by her friend's deep throating skills and wondered if she practiced on a banana or something. Then her attention was drawn back to Gerry, who had managed to get his own shirt off. She rolled off him, pulled him up and then dropped to her own knees, working to undo his jeans. His cock, not so large as Todd's but nothing to be ashamed off, was quickly available and she wasted no time in mimicking Ellen's actions. The two men looked at each other, unable to believe their luck. Two hot chicks were giving them blow jobs!

After a couple of minutes, Fiona pulled off Gerry's cock and looked over at Ellen, who smiled back at her. With no further communication, they leaned into each other and shared a deep, wet kiss, shocking their two male friends. Fiona then stood up and shed the rest of her clothes and the others followed suit.

"Bedroom," Fiona commanded. "Now."

Her three friends followed her and once inside, she directed Todd and Gerry to lie down next to each other. She and Ellen then straddled their guys and lowered themselves. Soon, the bed was bouncing precariously as Ellen and Fiona rode Todd and Gerry. Fiona thought to herself how lucky it was that she lived in small house and not an apartment. The thought was interrupted by a sudden loud moan from beside her. Ellen shivered as an orgasm pushed through her. Watching her friend cum pushed Fiona over the edge as well, and both girls collapsed forward, kissing their partners. Fiona dismounted from Gerry and grabbed his hands.

"You two can have the bed," she told Ellen and Todd. "We're going back out to the couch."

She turned, pulling Gerry behind her. Once they were back at the couch, she knelt down, her elbows resting on the couch cushions. Gerry positioned himself behind her and quickly shoved his cock into her wet pussy. He began to fuck her hard.

When Fiona and Gerry had left, Ellen had rolled onto her back and scooted to the edge of the couch. "Fuck me," she commanded Todd. He stood and positioned himself between her legs and shoved into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him in tighter. He pounded her for only a minute or two before, unable to control himself, he grunted loudly and shot a large load inside her. He stepped back and Ellen, overcome with a filthy inspiration, clenched her pussy and then ran out to the couch. Fiona was still on her hands and knees getting reamed by Gerry. Ellen leaped onto the couch and forced Fiona to back up, then plopped down so that her dripping pussy was directly in her friend's face.

"Dessert time," Ellen gleefully announced. Fiona was shocked at just how wild and perverted her friend actually was, but she happily pressed her mouth to Ellen's sopping pussy and began to lick and suck Todd's cum out of her. The sight drove Gerry crazy with lust and he hammered Fiona so hard that she felt like he might push her whole head up Ellen's cunt. With a roar he came and Fiona felt her own orgasm quickly follow.

Todd came over and sat down next to Ellen. He smiled down at Fiona and Gerry while reaching out to stroke Ellen's thigh.

"I don't know what the hell brought that on, but fuck, that was awesome," he said.

"That was just round one," Fiona said. After a few minutes rest, the girls switched partners and using their mouths and fingers, quickly had Todd and Gerry hard again. This time, Fiona and Todd retreated to the bedroom where she again rode him for a while before flipping over and letting him fuck her missionary style. From the next room, she heard Ellen moaning as she came, fucking Gerry as she straddled him on the couch. Later, the two exhausted guys sipped beers while they watched Fiona and Ellen take turns shot gunning smoke into each other as they finished off the joint. Then, to inspire the boys, they began to make out, which led to finger fucking and then to an all out sixty-nine session. At one point, Fiona glanced over at the couch and was shocked to see that Gerry was staring at them while Todd was leaning over, sucking his friend's cock while jerking his own. After one final fuck session in which the girls rode the two guys on the bed while making out with each other, her three friends departed with deep, wet goodnight kisses all around and promises to get together again very soon.

Once she closed the door, Fiona, still nude, wandered over to the drawer where she kept her weed and pulled out another joint. Lighting it, she collapsed back onto her couch, unable to avoid sitting on a wet spot, and took a deep hit while she pondered the day's event. She looked at the gloves, which she had not removed since slipping them on hours before, and pondered her next step. Would David have the same reaction as Ellen, Todd and Gerry? The gloves had wanted her to share their gift with her three friends. But what if they didn't feel the same way about David, would she still do it? Regardless, should she do it? Yes, she would, she realized, but not because she wanted him to be her new boyfriend. After the events of the day and evening, Fiona was certain that now would be the wrong time to get into an exclusive, monogamous relationship. Maybe it was the gloves talking, but she wanted to take full advantage of her new sexual self. And if David wanted to come along for the ride that was fine, so long as he realized he wouldn't be the only stud she'd be riding. And if he wanted to play around, that too was fine, Fiona decided. Hell, she'd help him find other girls. Maybe she'd even host an orgy or two, she thought.

Tired, stoned and sexually sated, Fiona took a final drag on the joint, put it out and headed for her room. She collapsed onto her bed, the scent of sex still heavy in the air. She fell asleep thinking about all the different adventures she planned on having, and who she might be having them with.