Charisma & Tiffany Part 1

As a parting gift, Charisma had presented Tiffany with a locket on a fine gold chain. Inside, facing one another, were nude portraits of the two friends and lovers. Since then, Tiffany couldn't stop thinking of Charisma--which, unknown to the naïve Tiffany, had, of course, been Charisma's whole point in giving the necklace to the shemale. The locket, like the brassiere, the corset, and the shoes, was magic. Once she'd worn the enchanted necklace, Tiffany's heart belonged wholly and forever to Charisma only. The shemale might entertain lusts for other women and for men, but her soul would eternally belong to Charisma, and Tiffany would be able to enjoy other lovers only if Charisma allowed it--which was always a possibility. After all, the sorceress enjoyed a ménage a trios on occasion, sometimes with another woman as the third party and sometimes with a man filling out the threesome. Charisma's sexual interests were nothing if not eclectic, as she'd already shown Tiffany.

A dozen times today, Tiffany had toyed with the idea of telephoning the sorceress, recalling Charisma's soft lips, tender touch, and burning kisses. Each time, she'd returned her cell phone to her purse. She didn't want to impose on her newfound friend. Besides, Tiffany believed in playing the field. She wasn't ready to settle down. Moreover, although she occasionally liked to be with women, Tiffany preferred men. When she did decide to settle down, it would be with a boyfriend, not with a woman. Still, until then, she mused, thinking of Charisma, sex with the sorceress was better any unlike any sex she'd ever had in her life and would likely be superior to and different from any she ever could have. Maybe she would give Charisma a call, after all. What could it hurt?

Taking the cell phone from her purse, she flipped the front cover open and made the call. "Hi, Charisma. It's Tiffany. Do you mind if I come over?"

A moment later, the sorceress' sultry voice greeted her: "I was wondering when you'd call."