Rena Fic Chapter 6

        Rena flipped her phone open, smiling in pleasure as she saw the name that appeared on the screen.  “Hey Bridgette, what are you up to?” she asked brightly.

        “Um, not much, just enjoying my day off.  Do you mind coming over?  I need some help cleaning my apartment, and I was hoping we could…hang out,” the villain said, and Rena noted with surprise that she sounded nervous.

        “Sure,” she said warmly, trying to sound reassuring, “But you’ll have to cook me dinner for my troubles, I can’t keep spoiling you forever!”

        Bridgette laughed awkwardly and said, “Yeah, no problem. You, uh, might want to wear the maid costume, it’s kind of filthy over here, and I don’t want your clothes to get dirty or anything.

        “Not a problem, be there soon,” Rena said, though her mined churned over the villain’s nervousness and last request.

        This wasn’t Bridgette’s first inquiry about the costume, the clothes seemed to come up with strange regularity, she thought as she grabbed a few bottles of cleaner.  A sudden revelation shout through her as she went to the coffee table to grab her wallet.  Her eyes had fallen on the anime called Maid-sama! that Cosplay Lass had lent to her to ‘expand her horizons’.  Maybe Bridgette was a fan of maids, she thought, but why did she sound so nervous about it?  Her eyes widened as she remembered some of the reviews that she had read about the show last night.  Some of the fans had been making a bunch of lewd comments about the maid girl.  Maybe Bridgette liked maids in that way too?

        She looked at the costume dubiously for a few seconds before a smile began to spread on her face.  Bridgette’s love of maids might be useful after all, she thought deviously as a plan began to form in her mind.  She stuffed the clothing into a bag and slipped out of her apartment, her excitement speeding up her pace as she walked to Bridgette’s.  Her impatience to set her plot in motion made the minutes spent walking seem to drag, and she rushed up the stairs towards the villain’s apartment the moment the buzzer unlocked the front door for her.

        The door was already open by the time that she got to the second floor, and she smiled as she caught sight of Bridgette waiting for her.  “Hey you,” she said, pecking her nemesis on the cheek as she came inside and dropped off her supplies.

        “Thanks for coming over, you know how bad I am at this,” Bridgette said, and Rena noted with satisfaction that the woman was already blushing from just a kiss on the cheek.

        “Not a problem,” Rena said absently, already picking up the laundry strewn all across the floor and throwing them into a pile.

        Bridgette remained near the door, watching her progress with a look of utter confusion.  “So, um, why aren’t you wearing the maid outfit?  You even brought it over, you might as well wear it so that you don’t get dirty,” she said with a forced casualness that brought a victorious little smile to Rena’s lips.

        “I don’t know Bridgette, maybe it’s because you seem to be so obsessed with it, maybe even fetishizing it,” she said sweetly, and it took a great deal of effort not to grin like an idiot when she saw Bridgette’s face go a deep shade of red, “Now, I wouldn’t mind doing something like that for my -girlfriend-.”

        She looked at Bridgette pointedly, tapping her foot while waiting for her reply.  It had only been two days since the fight at the restaurant, so the villain had to know exactly what she was talking about.  Her nemesis fidgeted a few moments before dropping her eyes to the ground and managing to get out, “You’re the best girlfriend ever, so could you wear the maid costume?”

        A warm rush of pleasure shot through Rena, and the smile that she had been suppressing burst into life.  No wonder Cynthia always did stuff like that to her, this was way too much fun, she thought giddily as she sauntered over to the bags that she had brought with her.  A sudden, brilliant, terrifying idea slammed into her as she pulled the maid costume out and took it off its hanger.  If she could get Bridgette to finally call her a girlfriend by just saying that she’d wear this, what other things could she convince the villain to do?

        Trying to throttle her embarrassment before it could make her change her mind, she stood and slowly pulled her shirt off.  Even though she had her back turned to her (now) girlfriend, she could still hear the panic in Bridgette’s voice as she exclaimed, “Rena, what the hell are you doing?”

        Rena smiled and unbuttoned her pants, wriggling her hips a bit to get them off before turning to the villain and said with more bravery than she felt, “It’s no big deal if you see me undress, right?  Girlfriends do this stuff all the time.”

        She had to give Bridgette credit, the woman tried her best to form coherent words, but she finally just nodded while keeping her gaze firmly on Rena’s body.  Trying to keep from hyperventilating from embarrassment, the redhead quickly slipped into the costume, thankful that the fabric kept her blushing face hidden.  She had to keep from giggling after realizing that all of that flirting with Cynthia had finally done her some good, she could actually do this without dying of shame.

        Bridgette’s expression when she finally got the uniform into place was well worth the embarrassment, though.  The woman was staring at her like she’d love nothing more than to throw her to the ground and ravage her then and there.  So –this- is what it felt like to be sexy, Rena thought dazedly, no wonder her friends in high school spent so much time on makeup and clothes.  She pointed to the couch before saying in her best attempt at a seductive voice, “Sit down, Bridgette.  I’ll take care of the rest.”

        The villain staggered to the couch and sat down with an expression of shock that just made Rena all the more sure that her plan was working perfectly.  She picked up the few remaining articles of clothing slowly, making sure that she leaned over rather than crouching.  The fabric of the skirt pulled higher as she did this, and Bridgette’s look of blatant desire that she caught out of the corner of her eye was all that she needed to keep up her efforts.  She then walked slowly to her bags again to grab her duster, and spent an inordinate amount of time stretching to reach the high nooks and crannies in the apartment.  The tight bodice and undershirt accented what little she had up top, and she made sure to let Bridgette get a look at her from all angles as she moved from spot to spot.

        “Don’t worry, I’ll finish this up in no time,” she said confidently, eating up the villain’s awe filled stares as she grabbed the vacuum and set to getting the carpets clean.  

        If she had to stick her bum in the air while trying to get the crevice attachment under the furniture in the room, then that was just the cost of cleanliness, right?  After a few other duties that she somehow attempted to make erotic, she looked upon her work with an air of complete satisfaction:  a sparkling room, and her girlfriend fidgeting on the couch, her legs crossed and breathing heavily.

        The moment that her eyes met Bridgette’s, the villain gasped, “Rena…please.  Did you mean what you said at the diner?  A-about wanting to do...stuff with me?”

        The desperation in the woman’s eyes shocked Rena, she had no idea that she could ever have this kind of effect on people.  She had to take a second before she could gather her wits and say, “Of course, but I think that I could only do anything with someone that I knew loved me.”

        She felt terrible taking advantage of Bridgette like that, but her plan demanded strength.  Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she drew closer to the villain, watching as the woman looked away in embarrassment.  Bridgette made a strange gasp deep in her throat as she fidgeted, then muttered, “I um…damn, it shouldn’t be so hard to say.”

        As if afraid that her words would get stuck if she didn’t get them out, Bridgette shot upright and rapidly said, “Of course I love you!  I have for months!”

        The intensity of the confession stopped Rena in her tracks, but she rushed to Bridgette’s side as the villain tried to cover her face in embarrassment.  The redhead gently pulled her hands away and kissed Bridgette’s soft lips before she could pull away.  “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” she whispered, before leaning in again and stealing Bridgette’s breath with a kiss that properly showed her appreciation.

        The villain’s arms quickly snaked around her, but Rena pulled away before she could be pulled in, sliding off the couch and sinking to the floor instead.  Bridgette’s befuddled expression brought a smile to her face, and the poor woman stuttered, “Wait, but, make outs?  W-what are you doing?”

        Rena tilted her head and said innocently, “Taking care of my girlfriend.”

        Whatever Bridgette was about to say was cut short by a shuddering moan as Rena ran her hands lightly over the villain’s thighs.  Bridgette’s head made a thump as she sank against the couch with a murmured, “Oh god…”

        Needing no further encouragement, Rena quickly slid her girlfriend’s skirt higher, though the woman’s perfect legs did make her feel jealous.  No wonder she could pull off those thigh-highs so well.  Still, she though mischievously, it wasn’t so bad, especially since she had full access to them whenever she wanted now.  She leaned forward and kissed the smooth skin right above the villain’s knees, which made Bridgette dig her hands into the couch cushions.  She had to admit, she felt pretty proud about getting a reaction like that out of her, Rena thought excitedly, before leaving a string of light, teasing kisses upwards.

        Rena paused for a second as Bridgette quaked underneath her, and looked at the milky white skin curiously.  She had always wanted to try something that Cynthia loved to do to her, and now seemed like a perfect opportunity.  She shifted herself lower and gently sank her teeth into the sensitive flesh of Bridgette’s inner thigh.  To say that her experiment was a success would not do it justice.  The villain went completely rigid, and a deep moan slipped through her lips before Bridgette quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

        Rena felt warmth began to spread across her cheeks and…somewhere a bit lower, amazed that –she- could get a reaction like that out of the woman.  She eagerly began to nip and gently bite at her girlfriend’s thighs, pausing now and then to leave a small kiss to keep the villain guessing.  Bridgette writhed under this assault, the hand that she had clamped over her mouth doing almost nothing to muffle the wonderful sounds that Rena was causing.  

        The redhead accidently brushed against the edge of Bridgette’s underwear when she leaned in for a kiss on her hip, and the villain’s hands suddenly shot up from the couch and pressed Rena back.  “Unh, fuck.  Rena, please, I can’t stand much more,” she said shakily, eyes pleading for relief.

        The redhead could only nod breathlessly in the face of such need, and hooked her fingers into the lacy waistband of Bridgette’s underwear before tugging down.  The villain tilted her hips upward to help her, though Rena stopped as she caught sight of how far she had pressed the woman as well as another interesting detail.  She glanced up bemusedly, which caused Bridgette to look away while biting her lip.  “Yeah, I shaved.  I just wanted to be ready if, um, something happened,” she said, causing her already flushed face to deepen a shade of red.

        Rena smiled and relied on action rather than words to show that she approved.  She pulled the underwear the rest of the way off before settling between Bridgette’s legs and gently kissing her pussy.  The reaction was instantaneous: shaking hands drew Rena’s head closer, the legs to either side of her closed around her head, and a strangled gasp escaped from the villain’s throat.

        Trying desperately to remember what she had read online and what Cynthia had done to her on occasion, Rena gave a few experimental full-tongue licks before gently spreading Bridgette open and lavishing a few licks on the delightfully wet inner folds.  She was surprised that she didn’t mind the strong flavor of Bridgette’s arousal, even more so when she found that she actually loved the musky flavor.  Feeling much more confident, especially now that Bridgette had given up all pretense of muffling her moans, Rena excitedly explored every inch of Bridgette’s sodden skin.

        The villain suddenly hissed as Rena’s tongue ran over a stiff nub, and her fingers tensed into claws in the redhead’s hair.  Taking this as a none-too-subtle message, Rena focused her attention on Bridgette’s pearl, attacking from different angles and with different patterns as she felt her girlfriend’s body begin to shake underneath her.  The woman’s voice came in ragged gasps as Rena sped up her licks, and Rena was dragged forward as the villain suddenly went taut as a wire beneath her.

        She didn’t slow her pace though, and focused exclusively on Bridgette’s clit as the woman’s hips bucked from the spasms wracking her body.  After a few exquisite seconds, Bridgette suddenly went limp with a shaky sigh.  Rena looked upon her handiwork in awe, and with an odd sense of accomplishment, chuckling as a few aftershocks rocked her girlfriend’s body.

        Leaving one last kiss on the delicate flesh of the villain’s thigh, she crawled up and settled next to Bridgette, pulling her into a tight hug as she tried to catch her breath.  The woman’s shocked expression was oddly adorable, and Rena left a small kiss on her forehead before reaching down and pulling the villain’s shirt upwards.  Bridgette dazedly murmured, “Wait, what are you-,”

        Rena laughed joyfully as she finally pulled the shirt free and pushed her girlfriend down onto the couch.  “What, did you think that was it?  There’s plenty of other stuff that I wanted to try out!”