Poison! It’s Just One Little Pill — Part 7.

The week passed quite quickly. I had to take a business trip over night on Monday, but rather than cancel the date night I had planned with Blair I made a point of not informing him. The thought of him standing outside my apartment building pressing the buzzer and trying my phone, while I dined on crab at a Maine restaurant and ignored my phone amused me.

Of course when I flew back on Tuesday I made a point of calling poor Blair and telling him I’d been called out of town urgently, and I’d mislaid my phone briefly. Poor thing, he seemed a little put out. I did tell him I’d make it up to him though.

“On Thursday we can have a nice evening. I know a lovely spa where we can go. Have you ever had a couples massage? I know you’ll love it, Blair,” I said down the phone after he’d finished pouting. Pouting, I should add, like a little girl.

Truth be told, many things about Blair were becoming ‘like a little girl’.

He was definitely showing signs of breast development. I was very pleased with his physical development, and though I hadn’t allowed him to so much as touch me, I had slipped my hands inside his pants to give him an encouraging squeeze once or twice, and had noted a definite reduction in size. Either that or he was less well equipped than I had at first imagined. Either way, he was going to look so nice when I told him to start wearing pantie, which I would be insisting upon very soon. His physiology would not be a problem.

Even some of his behaviour was slipping into the feminine realms I recognised. He seemed a little less pushy. He was becoming more withheld — not so much introverted, but definitely a little slower in coming forward. Essentially, more feminine.

I thought happily about this, and then reminded myself this was not for my amusement, but a science experiment. I was thinking about that very thing when I heard my apartment bell buzz discretely.

Looking at the camera I was surprised to see standing in the foyer of my building that mousy little trollop Sarah buzzing impatiently. I was not expecting visitors, and certainly I was not expecting her.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Jenny, hello. It’s Sarah. Can I talk to you?”

I watched her for a moment and considered this. Someone really had to teach this woman to shop. She looked like she’d thrown on clothes she’d lifted from a lost and found. I really didn’t want any complex entanglements at this stage, least of all with some younger sister of a lab rat.

“Oh, Sarah. I’ve been expecting you. Do you mind waiting just five minutes, I’ve just got out of the gym and must shower. Could you buzz me again in 5 minutes?”

I could see she looked a little non-plussed, but then she spoke and agreed. I made a point not to answer.

What fun, I thought. Perhaps she could be a pleasant diversion after all.

Rather than going to the shower I went to my closet and found some yoga pants, a push-up bra and a tight top with the kind of scooped neck line fathers berate their daughters over. I changed slowly, spraying a little scent over my tummy gently massaging my breasts with baby oil. I would want them to feel particularly firm and touchable for Sarah.

I then pulled the yoga pants up so tightly I knew I was revealing myself in a way that would never be considered decent. Far from it. One could see virtually every contour and hair on my body, the yoga pants were so tight. Pulling the top out of my waist band my body was slightly obscured, but certainly not enough to be considered acceptable. Just enough to be completely confusing to a woman who was arriving at my door expecting a fight.

I tossed a yoga mat on the floor and slipped some baby oil onto the mantlepiece, lit a scented candle and put the kettle on.

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As I was pouring the tea Sarah buzzed again.

“Oh, come on up, Sarah, but you’ll have to take me as you find me,” I said.

A few moments later there was a knock on my door and I welcomed her in. She was radiating anger, which I noted and decided to ease. I couldn’t help thinking , it’s such a shame when an attractive young woman doesn’t understand how to dress. I can only assume she had to borrow some clothes from a friend.

“I made tea,” I said showing her to the couch in the living room. On the coffee table there was a sugar bowl and a few biscuits. “You won’t mind if I stretch will you? I had quite a work out and my muscles are quite tight. I’ll just stretch out on this mat, and you tell me what’s on your mind.”

I sipped my tea and then settled into a gently forward fold on the mat. I could see that Sarah was a little taken aback. This wasn’t the reception she’d expected.

“It’s about Blair,” she said trying to regain the initiative.

“Oh, he’s such a dear, isn’t he? I must say I do like the fact that he’s so very sensitive. Not like so many men these days, don’t you find? What was he like as a child?”

“What?”

I changed position to a downward dog, my but raised a little in front of Sarah’s face. I took long slow breaths, exaggerating for her benefit.

“I’m curious what he was like as a child. I mean, was he always so gentle?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I could hear her voice was trailing off as her anger dissipated.

“Oh, come on Sarah. You have to admit it, he’s a little bit effeminate, don’t you think. When I first met him I thought he was gay, to be honest.”

“Blair? You can’t be serious,” said Sarah.

“Well, I don’t know how well you know your brother,” I said. Then lowering my voice a little, I added, “And some of the things he likes to do. Well, I wouldn’t really expect you to know about that. Let’s just say, he’s got a few peccadillos that are, well, particular.”

I could see Sarah could really see where to look. I shifted into Sphynx pose, which shows off my breasts rather well.

After holding the position for a minute r two I eased back into child pose, then got to my feet.

Sarah was looking at me not sure whether she should be angry or just confused. Perfect.

“So, what’s the problem with Blair?” I said looking down at her.

“Well, I was going to say that I think you’ve done something to him. He seems so different recently,” she said half heartedly. “But perhaps it was before you…”

“It’s all right, Sarah. I understand. As you’ve grown up he’s probably become distanced from you. You’re just missing your brother.”

“I don’t think…”

I interrupted her and said, “I quite understand how it feels to loose someone, Sarah.”

I moved closer to her, still standing over her diminutive form sitting on the couch. I stood close, and let my hand rest on her shoulder.

“What are you doing,” she said, shifting uneasily under my touch.

I applied a little pressure, pulling her toward me, her head close to my groin.

“Oh, Sarah. I recognised you the moment I saw you.”

“What do you mean?” she said.

“I know what you are, Sarah. I can see exactly what your problem is.”

I slid my hand into her hair and bunched my fist grasping her hair tightly, and her eyes rolled up toward me. I tightened my grip.

“I know what you need,” I said forcefully.

With that I pulled her face to my groin and moved my hips as she felt me pulling her to me. I pressed against her mouth, working her firmly against my body.

I dropped to my knees and looked at her disbelieving face. As she opened her mouth to say something I told her to shut up and then pulled her to me and kissed her full on the mouth. Her resistance was half hearted and a moment later she was kissing me.

“I shouldn’t,” she gasped. “I don’t do this.”

“Shut up. You can’t help it.”

I slid one hand to her breast while my other hand wrapped around her and slid into her waistband to feel the warm tension of her tight buttocks. I slid my fingers into the warmth between.

“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, Sarah.” I said gently. “You see, you really can’t help it.”

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When my phone rang later that evening after Sarah had left, the scent of her body still on my lips, I saw it was Blair. I sat on the couch and enjoyed the tea I’d prepared. There were one or two tissues on the coffee table where Sarah had been sobbing. Her physical release was accompanied by some misplaced emotional overflow. Some girls are so pitiful. Nonetheless, she had an entertaining body and she responded nicely to my toying with her. She could be made to be useful with some work. It was a shame about all the guilt though. She couldn’t help beating herself up, though it did nothing to distract from my pleasure. As she’d writhed between my legs doing her best to pleasure me, I thought she may be worth trying to train. If her guilt and inadequacy drove her to find some sense of belonging in pleasuring me who was I to complain.

Blairs voice cut into my thoughts as I held the phone to my ear.

“Can I see you tomorrow,” he asked sounding a little desperate.

I had kept him waiting this week. Perhaps I’d been a little unkind. I know, you’re probably thinking not, but you’re likely giving me the benefit of the doubt.

“Blair, darling I’d love to!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful he burst out.”

“I’m so sorry, though,” I added. “Thursday night, it slipped my mind but I have my Bible Study Group. I really can’t possibly miss that.”

“Oh. Perhaps at the weekend, then?”

“That sounds lovely. Have you been taking those pills regularly? I think maybe this weekend,” and then let my voice trail off.

“Yes. I’ve been doing as you asked,” he replied. “I think they’re affecting me though. I think that I have a few side effects.”

“Well, if one of those side effects is that I continue to ovulate I really don’t mind. Besides, most pharmacy has at least some minor side effects. It’s nothing to worry about.”

He rang off sounding dejected but hopeful about seeing me. As he did so a text came in from Sarah.

“Can I see you on Saturday?”

I didn’t reply to the text. Letting her sweat would do no harm.

I do hope you’re enjoying this series. Be sure to comment below and let me know how you are.

Jerry