Who Needs Willpower Ch. 10

"Yeah? Well a little skin on skin action feels like nothing compared to being inside someone, or even just someone's mouth..." Amanda dropped back to her cage, slowly sucking it like a popsicle, the solid steel cover preventing any stimulation.

"Ahhh please! Please... Please unlock meeee!" Fiona arched her back in frustration, grabbing at her own chest. Amanda's giggles were faintly audible between Fiona's desperate panting breaths.

Amanda took the keys, slowly sliding them into the lock. The little clicks as it passed through each tumbler bolted Fiona to attention. She watched in eager anticipation, imagining the pure ecstasy she'd feel when the cage finally broke open. But Amanda didn't twist the key. She simply left it in the lock as she continued pleasuring the metal encasing her.

"Ugggh, take it offff!" Fiona whined, leaving desperate finger marks on her chest as she grasped for any stimulation she could have. Amanda moaned into Fiona's cage, clearly ignited by Fiona's suffering. She needed more though. She twisted the key, unlocking the stealth lock. Fiona moaned in relief, waiting for the cage to burst open, but it didn't. Amanda simply left the lock in place. The lock was able to slide out with ease, but she left it in nonetheless.

"Amandaaaa!" Fiona caved, reaching down for the keys herself. She was too close to release, and her willpower had crumpled long ago. Amanda reacted immediately, catching Fiona's hand and pushing it out of reach.

"Nuh-uh-uhhh, don't make me get the handcuffs, sweetie. Only I get to touch your keys, remember? I bet you're just dying to get out though, huh? God how amazing it would feel... Getting hard for the first time in days. Feeling my lips slip around your cock, sucking you off to that orgasm you so desperately need... It's so close. Just a little shift of the lock, and you could cum all over me, huh?" Fiona whimpered, running her fingers through her hair before gripping tightly to help control her hands. She tried focusing on the pull of her hair, some other sensation than the one between her legs, but it was hopeless.

"But... Not today! Amanda quickly relocked the lock and pulled the keys out. Fiona's brain almost broke. Her hips thrashed upwards, nearly pushing Amanda off the couch. She let out a guttural groan before collapsing limp back to the couch. She felt a hot spray against her thigh and side, as Amanda came across her skin. Fiona wasn't even aware Amanda had been stroking herself, she was so entirely focused on the freedom that had been within her reach. She moaned as the hot cum dripped down her skin, immediately rubbing her hands across her body. Savoring the slick sensation and imagining if the cum had been hers.

"God..." Amanda panted, "There is nothing as hot as watching you squirm in desperation. Keeping you denied. Frustrated." Amanda sighed happily. "It's fucking perfect. It sure does make it really hard to even think about letting you cum... It's already getting me hard again. Maybe we'll have to just make this permanent..." Fiona's stomach dropped, tightening and twisting in overwhelming waves of giddiness and nerves. Crushing desire and eagerness, combined with equal dread. The conflict paralyzed her, only letting her release a trembling moan. One met with a wide smile on Amanda.

"Alright!" Amanda hopped off the couch, taking a moment to appreciate her work; Fiona laying in defeat, her hips soaked in precum and quivering in need. "Mmmm... Okay okay! Let's get going! It's Saturday morning, you wanna... you wanna go on a date today?" Amanda's words managed to cut through Fiona's buzzing arousal"

"A date?" Fiona bit her lip in a smile. "A date where?"

"I made some plans, actually." Fiona beamed, causing Amanda to break eye contact. "Stop looking at me like that! It's not that big a deal... Lemme grab you some clothes." Amanda hurried off and into Fiona's room. Fiona twirled her finger through her hair. This would be her first date. Not just with Amanda, but ever! She had always been way too shy to ask anyone, or even accept others' offers. A date with Amanda... Fiona giggled in excitement.

Before long Amanda returned, tossing a pure white summer dress onto the couch and then hurrying to her own room. Fiona watched her nude form prance elegantly across the floor before disappearing once again. She picked up the dress, noticing that it came without a bra or panties. She slipped it on. The material was thin, but not quite thin enough to be see-through. It was a square cut dress with covered shoulders. It held tightly against her bust, covering any cleavage. But the soft material hugged her form, emphasizing the size of her chest.. It went to about mid thigh in length, long enough to cover her safely, but the light material would be easily shifted in the wind. She twirled in excitement.

"Wow... You're beautiful." Fiona startled from her twirl to notice Amanda standing in her room's doorway. Fiona's jaw dropped. Amanda was wearing a dress as well. It was a light purple color, decorated with bright pink floral designs.It had a similar cut and length, but it was an off shoulder dress. It held tight to Amanda's form, loosening into ruffles past her waist. Her black hair shined in the morning light, flowing smoothly down her back, giving the dress a strong contrasting color. Fiona was so used to Amanda's usual style. T-shirts and sweatshirts, jeans and short shorts. She had never seen Amanda in a dress before. Hanging around her neck was the same small necklace and keys, but somehow even their presence was secondary to her beauty. Amanda blushed under Fiona's gaze. She twirled herself, eager to break eye contact.

"Oh my gosh... You look so so pretty..." Fiona's voice came out weak.

"Thank you." Amanda brushed her hair behind her ear. "You ready?"

"Uhh, yeah! Should we eat something before we go?"

"Nope! That's our first stop!"

They locked their apartment and began walking. They were both much quieter than their usual school trips. The nerves of the date seemed to affect them both, but not enough to dull their moods. Halfway through their walk, Amanda slipped her hand into Fiona's, who happily grasped it back.

"Here we are!" They stopped in front of a small breakfast cafe called "Rising Sun," a silly play on words for both an early morning sunrise, and the rising effect during baking. In fact, It was a breakfast place that focused exclusively on baking and pastry breakfasts. No eggs. No bacon. But if it used sugar and flour, it was there. Fiona had heard of the place, but she had never been. Fiona bounced with excitement, squeezing Amanda's hand as they walked in.

Fiona absolutely loved everything bread-y and sweet. From pancakes and waffles to muffins to bear claws. The warmth. The smell. There was nothing about it that wasn't lovely. Fiona couldn't contain her smile as Amanda started ordering one of several different items on the menu. They sat together while their waiter delivered treat after treat.

Amanda giggled as Fiona excitedly explained every treat that arrived. She rambled about what little changes made each treat have a different end result, a different flavor or texture. Amanda beamed as she listened. Fiona's unbridled joy over her favorite hobby, her usual shy demeanor fading away with her eagerness to share her interest. It gave Amanda butterflies.

By the end of the breakfast, both girls were completely stuffed and laughing together, their initial nerves a distant memory.

"Thanks for that. That place is heaven." Fiona laughed as they left the cafe.

"Right? I may not be Miss Baker, but even I could tell those were amazing. I knew you liked baking, but I had no idea you knew so much about it!" Was there anything in there you haven't made before?

"Ummmmm..." Fiona pressed her finger to her lips as she thought. "I don't think so... Oh actually yes! I've never made macarons before. I was always too scared I'd mess up the shell..."

"Ahhh I gotcha. Well you did mess up those pancakes a couple days ago, so I wouldn't really be surprised..."

"You were distracting me! That doesn't count! I can make pancakes just fine!"

"You'll never be a master baker with excuses like those." Amanda teased, prompting a pout and a giggle from Fiona. "Maybe we can make some macarons together sometime. Yours won't look nearly as bad with mine as a comparison."

"I'd love to. But you had better not cheat with another one of your distractions..."

"No promises."

They spent a while longer just walking and talking. Fiona asked about the piano in Amanda's room. She learned Amanda actually played quite a bit, but would use headphones to keep quiet so Fiona couldn't hear her play. She was normally such an outgoing and confident girl, so it pleased Fiona that there was something she was shy about too.

Amanda led Fiona as they walked, bringing her to a small hiking trail near their apartment. They were both in flats to match their dresses, but the trail was mild and well kept. They talked and hiked, taking in the beauty of the trees around them. As they neared the top, a slight splinkle started. By the time they reached the top, the rain was pouring. Both girls were laughing and screaming as they tried to hurry down the trail and out of the rain.

"Maybe I should have checked the weather!" Amanda joked through the rain. She had ran in front of Fiona, turning around as she spoke. She stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw completely dropped as she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to hide her growing smile. "Fi!" Amanda whispered, but almost more of a shout. " Look down!"

Fiona stared at Amanda confused, but obliged. She looked down to see her dress slowly losing opacity. The pouring rain had matted her dress against her skin, and the thin white material had become fairly see-through. Even the ruffled base was losing its airy nature, sometimes showing soft insinuations to the cage within.

"Eeek!" Fiona shouted, dropping into a ball. Amanda burst into a laugh, quickly looking around. Fiona's shout was weakened by the pitter patter of rain. "What do I dooo!" Fiona whispered through a mix of giggles.

"Just take it all the way off, it hardly blocks anything anyways."

"Amanda!" Fiona waddled around on her feet, eager to check her surroundings but scared to unball.

"Okay okay, guess we gotta mission impossible this shit." Fiona looked up at Amanda in silence, her eyes like a deer in headlights, clearly displaying her lack of faith.

They worked their way back to their appointment in a chain. Amanda would venture out to check if the coast was clear, and then a hurried Fiona would scurry to the next hiding spot. The roads were fairly empty of pedestrians due to the rain, but Fiona often had to hide behind parked cars or benches as cars drove down the street. Amanda struggled not to draw attention, laughing most of the way. Something about Amanda's joy, and the ridiculousness of the situation infected Fiona as well, giggling as they shimmied their way home in the rain.

Once they made it to their apartment building, they abandoned any effort of stealth. Running up the stairs and through the hallway, quickly unlocking the door and barreling into their apartment. They collapsed onto the floor, laughing and panting from their 100 yard dash. Fiona laid on her back, covering her hot face with her hands. Amanda rolled over to lay on her side next to her, both still soaked from the rain.

"Oh my goshhhh!" Fiona giggled through her hands. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry? What could you possibly be sorry about. You just gave me a core memory, honestly. I don't know if I've ever been so entertained." Fiona whined, rolling into Amanda's chest with her hands still firmly placed over her face. "If anything I'm sorry! I hope my wardrobe choice didn't ruin the date for you." Fiona slid her hands off her face, grinning. She looked up at Amanda before leaning up and kissing her.

"It was perfect." Fiona whispered, wrapping her arms around Amanda, hugging her tightly, still laying on the floor.