Wednesday: Wild - Chapter 1 [F4F] [Female-On-Female-Dom] [Big Boobs]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! 

Recently, I was asked by a supporter to write a 'Wednesday' story. One based on the TV Series. This story has Wednesday (naturally) and Enid in it as main players. 

Female for female, as well as female-on-female on domination ahead. 

Wednesday: Wild. By Camille Juteau.

Chapter 1

Something else strange happened again in the area.

Because, of course, it did. It had to.

This little something that was recently covered in the local newspaper had the effect of secretly and profoundly arousing me as I read about it.

Honestly, there wasn’t much that could provoke any sexual and erotic sensation in me, but this story sure did.

There had recently been a killer in town, and now something else weird occurred around. No, it was not another killer. However, possibly a monster? Perhaps…

Apparently, a ghost was seen in and around town.

It was supposedly following and attempting to trick the few people it showed itself to. Um… A rogue revenant. It felt like something I could investigate and work on… On the side, of course. This didn’t seem too urgent or anything.

Today was Thursday.

Thursday evening.

This coming weekend would be a longer one than usual. This was going to be a three days weekend. How about that? This was actually quite perfect. Appropriate for me to lean a bit more on this strange case that the local police were categorically refusing to pay much or any attention to. No wonder. There was no killer at large this time around. Just a ghost playing tricks on people. Nothing else. Yet, something indicated to me that there was more to it than only a phantasmal image showing itself around… There was a hot zone. An area not too far out of town where the ghost activity was more prominent than any other people. How interesting…

This was my plan for the weekend.

It was time to go.

First thing first: I changed into new clothes.

What clothes?

It was the same type of clothing as usual—a black top with white dots all over it, a skirt, stockings, and black high-heels—I had only to change my actual clothes and underwear and that was it.

I didn’t care much about what I wore, but it had to be discreet and cover me in darkness.

My outfit also had to engulf and hide my pale, white skin.

It had to hide my short and hourglass figure.

It had to hide my large breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and, unfortunately, fat ass.

The only things of me people were allowed to see were my dark brown eyes and my jet-black hair with my pigtails.

I began gathering all of my things in a backpack, thinking I was all alone in the room until—

“—Wednesday!” her puny voice echoed through my mind. Rattling and bouncing around in my head.

It was her.

No other than Enid Sinclair.

Enid.

My best friend?

“When did you arrive?” I questioned her, as I had honestly not noticed her presence before she showed up next to me and yelled in my left ear.

“What’s with the frown? Tell me. Happy to see me?” Enid smiled from cheek to cheek, legitimately thinking that I—out of all people—was glad to see her.

“What do you think?” I played with her.

“You’re frowning more than usual. Then, you must be super happy to see me.”

Right.

That was exactly why I was frowning as much as I did.

Not because she had just interrupted me as I was about to leave and go do my own thing.

“What do you want, Enid?” I questioned her as I desperately attempted to get past her, but she would always move where I went, intercepting me and blocking the way.

“To be with you,” she simply replied.

Okay.

I didn’t have any time for this.

“Out of my way, now.”

“Why? Where are you going like that?” once again, she stepped right in front of me and didn’t allow me to pass.

“I’m going somewhere for the weekend. That’s all. See you later. I guess.”

“Where are you going, friend?” she persisted in never wanting to let me go.

“Investigating. Now, let me go. For the last time: Out of my way.”

…

There was a beat.

She waited in silence, still blocking me the way.

“But… But you said that we were going to spend the weekend together… Just you and I… Besties… You promised…” Enid frowned for the first time since she showed up and gave me her puppy eyes that I personally hated so profoundly.

She was trying to guilt-trip me.

I was seeing right through her.

Additionally, I didn’t even remember ever promising her anything. I never told her that we were going to spend the weekend together. Perhaps… There was something I could remember… Maybe a week ago she did pester me about spending more time with me (as if that wasn’t already the case), and sure, I perhaps possibly said yes to something she asked me only to get rid of her, but I never actually agreed to anything.

Ever.

“I promised what, exactly?” I asked her out of curiosity.

“About going camping.”

I then froze.

Feeling more digester than I had ever been before.

“Camping?”

“Right. We’re leaving right now. My backpack is already made,” she then looked over my shoulder, “and looks like yours is all done, as well. Come on. We’re heading out right now,” hastily, her exaggerated smile came back on her face.

“The answer is no, Enid.”

…

“What was that?”

“No.”

I was never going to go camping with her.

***

Later that evening, I, unfortunately, found myself going camping with Enid.

We were in the middle of the woods.

It was already turning dark out.

“Ah! Isn’t it so pleasant and formidable to go camping with y our best friend?” Enid called out while inhaling, then exhaling before stretching out her arms backward.

“I am more looking forward to wearing all pink all day rather than going camping with you,” I bluntly informed her.

“Oh! Such a lovely idea! Pink is such a perfect color for you, Wednesday!” she literally squealed with excitement.

This was horrible.

At least, I got to pick the exact spot where we went camping.

That’s right.

I chose the hot spot as the camping spot.

The place where this ghost had apparently been observed the most at.

Before long, we prepared a bonfire.

This was probably the most interesting moment of the evening for me: Lighting a fire.

Then, as we sit around the burning bright bonfire, I noticed something from the corner of my eye…

Was she?

I caught Enid mysteriously touching her crotch.

What was she doing?

It looked like she was rubbing herself or something.

Was she…?

No.

It couldn’t be.

“Everything okay, Enid?”

“What?”

She jumped.

“Yeah. Of course. Everything’s fine. Why?”

She strangely acted like nothing had happened, at all.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked away.

I didn’t care, really, about what the heck she was doing, I had a case to investigate…