Strings Attached

Part 3

Karen power-walked to class, since she was running late while being unable to actually run because of her lack of a bra. Her focus on her stride and her concern about being late helped her ignore the constant licking between her legs, but not entirely. She made it to class at the very last second, along with the few traditional stragglers, and went and sat in the back of the hall.

The lecture seemed to drag on forever, and the constant illusion of activity in her jeans didn't help matters either. About halfway through the lecture, she shifted position and felt like she was in her stocking feet. She looked under the desk and saw her shoes near the right leg of the desk, discarded. Her feet were crossed at the ankle, right above where the sock ended, but when she looked at them they uncrossed and made little running motions. She giggled and muttered, "Yeah, I wanna get outta here too." Her left foot wiggled her toes, as if to say "You better believe it". Her right foot went on it's side, with the sole facing in. Karen couldn't move them, so she turned her attention back to the lecture, which was also the reading assigned that night, if past history was any indication.

She felt something brush against the sole of her right foot and giggled. Something was under the desk, making brief tickle-attacks against her immobile foot, so she looked underneath again. There wasn't anything new underneath, but her left foot was still moving on it's own. It wiggled it's toes again as if to say hi, then tickled her foot! She sat up with a jerk and stifled a giggle as her foot continued it's attack. It shouldn't tickle, but it did, and Karen fought the urge to giggle. She gave up on trying to listen to the lecture, and focused on not giggling from the tickling her feet, of all thing, were giving her.

About 5 minutes before the end of class, her feet stopped tickling each other, and she breathed a sigh of relief. That tickling had been driving her crazy! She noticed too, that the licking had also ended, apparently some time ago. She leaned down and grabbed her shoes and brought her left foot up to put her shoe on. But when she tried to put it on, it pointed up, like a stubborn child refusing to eat her peas. Karen sighed, and loosened the laces some more. Then she grabbed her foot, held it steady, slipped the shoe on and tightened the laces before it could slip out. Her right foot, on the other hand, slipped it's shoe on by itself, as if intimidated. Karen giggled.

With both her shoes on, she left class and headed down the hall to her next class. She noticed, now, that her breasts seemed sensitive, that the sweatshirt was rubbing against them and effectively teasing them. All this accomplished was to keep her on edge for the remainder of the day.

When she finally got home, Sarah was already there.

"Oh, hey Karen, I just started this movie, wanna watch it?"

"Uh... ok, sure."

Karen collapsed on the couch next to Sarah, gasping slightly as she felt her sweatshirt settle back down. The movie was some indie film about some sex virus, or something, so it wasn't much different than porn. Eventually, it hit a girl/girl scene and Karen was surprised by how not turned-off she was. She looked over at Sarah,

"You, um... ever try something like that?"

Sarah glanced over, "Once or twice. It's nice."

"Really?"

"Yeah. This is college, after all."

"Well, yeah..." Karen fidgeted, still a bit horny from all the stuff that happened during the day.

Sarah just kinda... looked at her, and Karen squirmed. "You've never done it with a woman before?"

Karen blushed, "Not really..."

Sarah leaned in and kissed her hard. Karen got lost in the feeling, and even when Sarah pulled back, Karen's head still swam, and, naturally, she got even hornier.

"Um... Wow..."

"I'll take that as a good thing." Sarah said, with a smirk on her face. She leaned back in, licked Karen's nose, and kissed her again. This time Karen responded, pushing back. There was a kind of shoving match, in a way, before Karen yielded and fell back on the couch. Sarah pushed herself up, and looked at Karen with a coy grin on her face. Karen squirmed a little underneath Sarah, and Sarah leaned down and kissed her again.

Karen closed her eyes, and felt Sarah press her lips against her own. She pushed back and returned the kiss, before feeling Sarah's lips part slightly. Karen felt Sarah's tongue push at her own lips and opened her mouth a little in assent. Sarah's tongue darted in and wrestled with Karen's for a minute., and then she pulled out, leaning back and pulling Karen up off the couch and towards her bedroom.

Karen pulled free and fidgeted. "Um... Maybe later, ok?"

Sarah nodded, "That's ok, we can go slow, if you're ok with it." she said smiling.

Karen smiled back, "Definitely." She yawned, "I'm really tired. G'night?"

"G'night".

The next morning Karen took a shower, and got dressed without any events. When she got out to the kitchen, Sarah was sitting at the table looking nervous.

"Mornin' Sarah, what's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something."

Karen started and paled slightly, "It's not about last night, is it?"

"Not really, no." Karen relaxed, and Sarah continued, "I, um... See, I...

"My mom owns the company, you're the first person I cast the spell on."

"...What?"

Sarah started to panic, "I-I didn't say anything 'cause I was kinda scared, you know? Especially with what was happening to you yesterday, what you'd think. I mean, I fixed it later, but what if you thought that I was doing it, and I..." She trailed off and almost started crying.

"Sarah," Karen sat in the chair next to her and held her shoulders, "Calm down, it's ok. What'd you mean you 'fixed it later'?"

"Well, I 'felt' all that licking going on in class. Like, felt psychically, you know? I didn't actually feel it like you did, but yeah. I figured you didn't want it continue forever, so I gave you new orders."

"You were responsible for that tickling? I should've guessed." Karen smirked. "That was kinda fun, though."

Sarah perked up, "Really?"

"Um... yeah. Getting controlled like that is kinda, um... hot, actually. I still owe you for those tests, though." Karen mock-glared.

Sarah giggled, "I got a little carried away. I was excited. You're my first."

Karen giggled too, and gave Sarah a quick kiss. "Well, I don't have class today, wanna play?"

Sarah started. "Really?" Karen nodded, "Hell yes."

Sarah grinned and nodded. "Let's go shopping."

Karen looked surprised and then arched her eyebrow.

Sarah grinned, "Just trust me." Karen opened her mouth to say something, but jumped and spun around instead.

"Oooh... Alright, I guess"

They headed out to the mall to spend some of Karen's new income, and Sarah started playing with Karen as soon as they pulled into the parking lot. Sarah was driving, and when Karen opened her door, it felt like the door handle was her clit. She gasped and jerked her hand back. She tried again, and moaned quietly when she got the door opened. When she finally got out, she glared at Sarah, who giggled.

They headed into the mall, and Karen saw herself reflected in the glass door. At first she didn't realize it was her because of her walk. She kept walking when she realized it was her and studied her walk for a minute. Her legs crossed each other a little, and her hips added a little sway as well. She was turning herself on with it, and Sarah was right behind her, staring.

"You like the view?" she said.

"Yeah... I'm always amazed at how good the spell is at this stuff..."

They headed into the mall, and it wasn't just Sarah who was staring at her. Karen was amazed at the degree to which she attracted stares, given she was fairly conservatively dressed. The skirt was knee-length, and the blouse was not form-fitting either. She started blushing furiously, but she couldn't stop her strut without stopping walking. That turned her on, too.

They walked into a clothing store and started browsing. Karen thought Sarah was browsing for her, too, because sometimes she found herself stepping away from what she was looking at and would pose for a few moments before she could move again.

After a little while, she had some stuff and suddenly found herself headed to the changing rooms where she found Sarah.

Sarah laughed a little. "Better than cell-phones." She pointed to the dressing room. "Go try stuff!" Sarah handed her a pair of pants, a skirt, and a blouse and Karen went in.

She put on the skirt and blouse first, and went to step out but her feet wouldn't move.

Sarah spoke over the door, "I wanna see it in those heels."

Slipping her heels on, Karen stepped out. The skirt was a bit shorter than hers and pleated, but it wasn't really even approaching indecent. She struck a pose and showed it, and the blouse, off. Sarah quietly whistled her approval. Karen did a little curtsy, and spun around suddenly. She was surprised for a second and threw her hands down to hold her flaring skirt down. Sarah laughed.

"I really like that skirt." she snickered.

Karen stuck her tongue out and headed back in. She felt a slap on her ass and jumped forward, glaring at Sarah and closing the door. She took off her shoes and the skirt and put the jeans on, tried to leave, put her shoes on again and left the changing room. Again, she posed, and this time she did a turn to show off the back when suddenly she felt herself bending over. Her waist just bent, and her hands stretched in an attempt to reach her toes. She heard Sarah behind her.

"Anybody ever tell you, you have a gorgeous ass?"

Karen blushed, or maybe it was just the bloodflow, but either way she stood back up and turned around. She took a couple steps forward and stole a quick kiss from Sarah, who was caught off guard. Karen went back into the stall and took the outfit off and put her old clothes on and got some more stuff to try on. It went on like that for a while, with Karen coming out and modeling stuff and Sarah posing her. They went through everything and picked out a few outfits. Eventually Karen finished trying stuff on and went to get dressed.

She got her original blouse on, but when she tried to pick up her skirt, something pinched her butt.

"Nuh-uh, you're leaving in these jeans." and the pants from earlier came over the door, the jeans landing squarely on her head.

"Oh yeah? Make me." Karen shot back, reaching for her skirt.

"'K" came the reply.

Karen's hands picked up the jeans as her legs sat her down. They stuck themselves in the pants and her hands pulled them up and got them on. Karen noticed the lack of tags,

"Did you pay for these already?" She grabbed her skirt and opened the door.

Sarah stared for a second. "...Yeah, got the receipt, uh, somewhere."

Karen found herself strutting again, "Stop that, I had enough people staring at my butt before." Sarah was even slower to respond, "Yeah, but it's so hot..."

"We're never gonna get anywhere if you don't. You'll just keep staring." Karen felt another pinch. "Stop it."

Sarah seemed to sharpen up a little. "No, now let's go." They headed to the counter, bought what they wanted, and headed to the food court.