They spent the ride chatting about their last few classes. Amy asked Jen a few questions about her physics course, and Jen found herself being able to answer them. Apparently, she'd already aced that class in this reality, and was the one to be providing Amy with study tips now.
So engrossed were they in the discussion that they almost missed getting off at Jen's stop. It wasn't until the bus driver honked the horn that the girls poked their heads above the seat and realized where they were. Hurriedly apologizing to the bus driver, who merely grunted back, the girls hopped off the bus.
The door slid shut behind them and they began walking along the sidewalk as the bus pulled away. It had barely rounded the corner before Amy's fingers were intertwined with Jennifer's. Jen felt another flutter of butterflies in her stomach as Amy's soft hand caressed hers.
A short walk later and they were at Jennifer's house. Jen unlocked the door and let Amy in first, then followed and shut the door behind them.
As she did so, the girls detected the pleasant odor of baked goods wafting in from the kitchen. Entering it, they spied a plate of freshly cooked snickerdoodles sitting on the kitchen island. Next to the plate was a note. Jennifer began reading it as Amy hungrily snatched up a cookie and began munching.
Mistress Jennifer,
I've finished up all the chores and am off for the long weekend to visit my sister. There are prepared meals stored in the fridge that should last until I return next week. Please give me a call if there are any serious issues, and I hope you and Miss Amy enjoy the snickerdoodles! Everything else should be set for your situation so good luck!
Sincerely,
Martha
Jennifer smiled as she read the note. Memories of getting along with Martha rather than berating the maid began entering her head; of Martha catching Jennifer and Amy kissing while studying one night, of her covering for them with Jen's parents, and her giving them treats and life advice whenever possible. Their relationship was clearly much closer now than when Jennifer was a cheerleader.
She frowned slightly at the last line though, feeling a very small head rush hanging on the edge of her thoughts as she read it, the type that seemed to signal that something in her reality was about to change.
My situation? Jennifer thought. What does that mean?
The strange feeling hadn't dissipated, but nor did it seem to want to bubble over into actual changes yet. Jennifer glanced up at Amy, who was busy stuffing a second cookie into her mouth.
Something's still in flux. She guessed. Some piece or pieces of my being Amy's ideal lover are missing, or she hasn't figured them out herself yet. Girly outfits, a dainty demeanor, sensitive feet, what else could Amy be into? She felt slightly nervous at the thought, but also content in knowing it just meant she and Amy would be closer together. They'd love each other no matter what.
Jennifer put the note down carefully and slid it over towards Amy, the strange head rush still sticking to the periphery of her mind like slight static on the radio. Jen daintily grabbed a cookie of her own and began chewing. The sweet flavor of sugary dough and cinnamon filled her mouth, and she lost herself in it. Amy swallowed her mouthful of snickerdoodle with difficulty and took a deep breath.
"Mmmm," she said with relish, "Martha is such a wonderful cook."
Amy scanned over Martha's note as Jen grabbed another cookie for herself.
Her orange-brown eyes came up and met Jen's, and she smiled slightly. Jen found herself unable to break the gaze.
"Funny that she always calls you 'Mistress' and me 'Miss'," said Amy, her eyes flashing mischievously, "When I'm the one that usually gives the orders around here."
A small bit of the static in Jennifer's mind broke off from the rest and popped, causing the slightest of rushes in her head and a new piece of reality to slight into place. Amy had already been the more forward of the two sexually today, but now Jennifer started feeling even more amenable to the idea of following Amy's suggestions and commands.
Jen bit her lip, her nethers flushing slightly at the thought of Amy telling her what to do.
"Why don't you finish your cookie and meet me in the living room?" said Amy with a wink before leaning in to give Jen a long, wet kiss.
Then she continued in a clear voice "Two minutes girly girl, don't keep me waiting long".
Jennifer smiled weakly, her pussy throbbing at Amy's words.
"Yes babe" she managed to squeak out.
"Good" said Amy with that smile she wore so well. The dark haired girl turned and sauntered out of the kitchen, and Jen couldn't help but stare at her girlfriend's lissome legs as she left. Jen's Mary Jane clad foot twisted slightly as she thought of what was waiting for her on the couch.
Jennifer wanted to hurry and gobble up the rest of the cookie, but her new girlish instincts held her to taking small, proper bites. She decided to savor it, and soon had finished the rest of it. Jennifer carefully dusted a few crumbs off the front of her dress, adjusted the hem of her skirt, and stepped gracefully out of the kitchen and into the hall, heading towards the living room.
Jen crossed the threshold and saw Amy sitting across from her on the couch. The dark haired girl said nothing, but merely raised her left hand and pointed to the other end of the couch. Jennifer nodded demurely and, with mincing steps, walked over and sat on the couch, flattening out her skirt as she did so.
Amy shifted sideways, turning to face Jennifer even as she laid back, resting her head against a couch pillow. Simultaneously Amy lifted her legs, placing her boot encased feet on Jen's lap.
"A little help?" Amy said, "it's been a long day and I could use a foot rub."
Jen complied, slowly unbuckling the boot on Amy's right leg, loosening the straps before sliding it off, revealing the short black boot sock underneath. Jen then began slipping the sock off, leaving her girlfriend's shapely foot wrapped only in her sheer black tights. She leaned forward to place the right boot and sock on the floor, bring her face closer to Amy's foot. She stared at it, one of her hands resting against her graceful arch, feeling the sudden urge to kiss it and to caress those little toes. Her panties flushed with moisture, and she ran her tongue over her lips, finding her mouth suddenly dry.
"Good," said Amy in that same clear tone, flexing her toes against the nylon of her tights as she shifted her right foot away from Jen's lap slightly.
Her eyes were on Jen with a knowing look as her words cut through the blonde's thoughts, "Now, the other one."
Jen sat upright somewhat abruptly, the smallest whimper of longing catching in her throat before she regained her composure, her hot snatch flashing insistently. She didn't want to stop but she didn't want to ignore Amy either. She turned to the left boot and began undoing the straps.
Amy shifted slightly onto her left side, her remaining boot still facing upwards in Jen's lap. Her free left foot quietly and deftly slipped beneath Jen's skirt, inching towards her sodden panties.
Jennifer had just unbuckled the first one when Amy's toes began rubbing against her slit through Jen's tights and panties. She inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering madly as her hands froze, gripping the second strap of Amy's boot tightly.
"Did I say to stop?" said Amy in a playfully commanding tone, her toes still rubbing insistently, "keep going."
Jennifer was distracted, her girlfriend's ministrations were sending waves of hot pleasure throughout her body. They rebounded in her own feet, causing Jen to scrunch her toes with little currents of erotic tingling, the soft silky texture of her white tights rubbing against the inside of her Mary Janes. Through the almost overwhelming tingles, Jen managed enough focus to start unbuckling the boot again, but the pleasure was building.
She slipped the boot off, preparing to toss it carelessly to the floor.
Amy's toes gave a stronger clench then stopped, making Jen's whole being stop and shudder.
"Nuh uh uh," said Amy, "sock next, then put them down nicely."
Jen whimpered hotly out of both in frustration and need, then moved to take Amy's other boot sock off, her girlfriend's toes resuming their rubbing as she did so. She freed Amy's left foot, then carefully placed the boot and sock next to the others, bringing her face down toward her lap again. She stared at the tights encased foot sitting there, feeling that same urge as before to rub and kiss it.
"Go on," said Amy, flexing and stretching her toes against their nylon prison, before tapping Jennifer's nose with them playfully.
Jennifer didn't need telling twice. Her lips went down and began kissing the top of Amy's foot. Her hands came up and began rubbing at Amy's sole, kneading her arch and the ball of her foot.
"That's a good girl." said Amy with satisfaction, her voice now sounded slightly strained as Jennifer's rubbing began affecting her, sending pleasurable tingles up from her toes to her own dampening pussy.
Jennifer was in heaven, kissing and sucking at Amy's toes while her girlfriend's foot rubbed insistently at her sopping vagina. She was so close to orgasm, but was just teetering on the edge, Amy seemed to be holding back in her ministrations. Through the haze, she lifted her head to stare at Amy, whose own head was pressed back against her pillow, eyes closed as Jen massaged her dainty toes with soft but firm hands. Amy's hand had slid under her own skirt, rubbing at her slit.
Amy noticed the lack of Jen's kisses and lifted her head, her orange-brown eyes opening to look at Jen, her eyebrow raised slightly.
"Babe, I..." Jen gasped out as Amy's toes rubbed over her clit, causing Jen to grind her pelvis forward, pressing into Amy's foot. The pleasure was rising, nearing its peak. Amy resisted, lightening the pressure of her foot, making Jennifer moan in frustration again, "I..I.."
"Babe?" said Amy devilishly, smiling in delight at Jennifer's sexual frustration. "That doesn't sound right. Why don't you ask properly?"
Jennifer was at a loss for words momentarily, but from the reality shifting static still floating around in her brain, a word came filtering through. It flew reflexively to Jen's lips.
"Mistress!" panted Jen desperately, "Please!"
Amy's smile widened. "That's better Miss Jennifer," she said, with particular emphasis on the 'Miss'. Amy pressed her toes back onto Jen's pussy, rubbing her clit more vigorously than she had so far. The dam broke, and Jennifer came hard. She threw her head back against the couch as girlish moans escaped her throat, looking up at the ceiling but seeing only stars are pleasure rode through her entire being. Her feet and legs were twitching, sliding around as her pussy released a wave of fluid into her already soaked panties.
Amy matched the movement in her toes with that of her hand beneath her own skirt, staring intensely at her cumming girlfriend. She felt Jen's sticky nectar pass through her panties and onto her tights clad foot and her own pleasure shot into orbit. Soft gasps escaped her tight lips as her body began to shudder in time with Jennifer's as the pair came together.
After a solid thirty seconds of twitching, moaning, and gasping, the two girls slowly came down from their pleasurable heights. The haze of the afterglow cleared from Jennifer's mind as she felt Amy's legs leave her lap. She barely had time to pick her head up off the couch's back before Amy nimbly moved over to Jennifer. She reached a hand out, firmly grasping Jen's jaw and pulling her forward into a very intense kiss. The two made out for the next minute before Amy pulled back, twisting to sit next to Jennifer. They held hands and caught their breath.
"Mmmm," moaned Amy happily, reaching her hand up to stroke Jennifer's hair, "that's a much better way to end the week than physics class."
Jennifer nodded demurely, letting her eyes close gently, a small smile on her lips that hadn't left for the past few minutes.
"A good way to start the long weekend too," Amy continued, "and not just any long weekend, but one that lines up with your 'time' too. This is only the start of our fun."
She paused to squint at Jennifer, "I'm pretty surprised I haven't noticed any signs yet."
This line caused Jennifer to stir out of her pleasant relaxation. Amy had barely finished speaking before the head rush that had been hiding in the back of her mind began pressing forward insistently. It was coalescing, feeling more intense than it had in the cafeteria, closer to when Amy first arrived this morning. It had an air of finality to it, as if this was the last change to reality in store for her, the last of Amy's desires that would make Jennifer into her perfect lover.
"Wha...what do you mean?" said Jennifer breathily, fighting to talk through the head rush.
"The full moon waxes over this weekend," said Amy with a look as though this should be obvious to anyone. "What, are you telling me you forgot? I don't think I'd forget if every time the moon got bigger that I slowly turned into a..."