Meenbabe One-shots

It's just a little game

As the night wore on, the three of them were huddled close on the sofa, the glow of the movie flickering across their faces, the wine adding warmth to the air and an extra spark to their laughter. Aoom leaned into Meena, resting her head on her shoulder, their hands lazily intertwined. Charlotte, seated on Meena's other side, shifted slightly, catching Meena's eye in a way that seemed almost bashful yet intrigued.

The movie became background noise as the conversation shifted to playful teasing. Aoom, ever the provocateur, shot Charlotte a mischievous look.

She held up her own glass pointing it in Char's direction, her eyes glinting with a mischievous warmth. - You keep smiling like that, and I don't think I'll be able to behave. - She teased, her voice low and inviting.

Charlotte felt the warmth rise to her cheeks, emboldened by the wine and the low light, her words slipping out with a boldness she normally wouldn't dare. - Not something I would say no to... - The alcohol had softened her nerves, and her voice was barely above a murmur, yet Aoom's gaze sharpened, a pleased glint flashing in her eyes as she studied Charlotte's expression.

- Oh, so you have thought about it, huh? - Meena teased, leaning in with a grin, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Charlotte giggled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. But her gaze lingered, as if pulled by some invisible, tantalizing thread between the three of them.

Aoom shifted closer on the couch, her posture relaxed but her gaze intent, studying the younger woman's face as if assessing her reaction, waiting to see if she would lean in or pull away. Her gaze locked on Charlotte's as she brought her lips to her her wine glass, taking a slow sip. - Up for a little game, then? - She finally asked.

- What kind of game? - Charlotte was hooked, resting a hand on Meena's thigh she leaned slightly forward, her face a few centimeters away from Aoom. She didn't entirely care about the rules; at this point she would accept any invitation Aoom or Meena offered her. And right now, Aoom was offering.

- Oh, a guessing one. - Aoom walked away and got up from the sofa, disappearing into the hallway only to return in moments with a silk scarf in his hands, letting it slip through his fingers before looking at Charlotte.

- Something tells me you'll be good at it, Char. - Meena said, receiving the fabric, her gaze growing darker, daring, waiting to see if Charlotte would shy away.

- I'm good at plenty of things... - Charlotte shot back, her heart pounding. She tried to keep her face neutral, but the curiosity and excitement bubbled beneath her cool exterior.

Meena smiled wider, she trailed her fingers along Char's jaw, a gentle but commanding touch. - We'll be the judge of that. - She slipped the scarf over Charlotte's eyes, pulling it tight enough to black out the room but not enough to be uncomfortable.

- Let's put this wine away for a minute. - Aoom murmured, taking the glass from Charlotte's hands and setting it aside.

Charlotte senses sharpened as her vision darkened, and the anticipation coursed through her, heightening her awareness of Aoom's presence. She felt Aoom's hands brushing against her face, her breathing just a bit faster than normal.

- So, what now? - Charlotte asked, her voice softer than she intended.

- I have some rules for you. - Aoom replied, taking a few steps away, gathering some items and handing them to Meena, while Charlotte sat still, feeling the darkness of the blindfold heighten her other senses.

After a few minutes of anticipation, Char felt Aoom shift closer until she was sitting on her lap, with her thighs straddling her. Charlotte's first instinct was to grip Aoom's waist, but she quickly caught her wrists, guiding her hands back down to her sides.