Bedding the Babysitter Ch 07
Introduction:
Cheerleader confrontation; Governor Daphne flashback.
Summary: Cheerleader confrontation; Governor Daphne flashback.
A summary of the first six parts:
Part 1: 18 year old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.
Part 2: Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up at the lesbian club (La Château) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian.
Part 3: Jenny, now a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular, sets new fashions with her thigh high stockings fetish, starts seducing a female teacher and ends up as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat.
Part 4: Jenny attempts to complete her seduction of her pretty teacher.
Part 5: Returning home, she walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her.
Part 6: Jenny goes on her first lesbian date with Ashley another cheerleader….who, unlike Karen, is not a Domme.
Note 1: As always a great thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86.
Note 2: Of course, all participants are at least eighteen years old.
BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 7
The Sunday evening I walked in on Mom on her knees pleasuring my Mistress was a bizarre ending to the most bizarre weekend of my life.
It started with a cheerleader lesbian orgy, continued with the seduction of my favorite teacher; followed by the stunning revelation of my mother submitting to my teenage Mistress and finished, or so I thought, with a date with Ashley and a very intimate rendezvous in her bedroom.
Mistress Megan asked casually, as if my mother wasn’t between her legs licking her pussy, “How was your date, my dear?”
I stammered, still coming to grips with yet another twist in my life which just a couple of weeks ago was about as mundane as a teenage life could be, “It-it-it was good.”
“Only good?” she smiled, already really good at reading my facial expressions.
Unable to hide my excitement, I admitted beaming, “It was amazing!”
“Good,” Megan smiled. “Now you look exhausted, so to bed with you, my dear, we will talk about this whole new development tomorrow.”
My body and mind literally in comatose mode, I agreed, “Yes, Mistress.” As I headed upstairs, I paused, “Good night, Mom.”
Mom popped her head up from between Megan’s legs and answered, her eyes making contact with mine with a look that screamed sorry, yet her voice was oddly happy, “Good night, dear.”
In my bedroom, exhaustion hit instantly and I collapsed on my bed numb with pleasure and confusion.
…..
I woke up the next morning and a feeling of warmth washed over me as I remembered the sweet intimacy followed by raw sexual lust with Ashley. Was Ashley really my girlfriend? Did I have a girlfriend? I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and re-read the last text from Ashley.
Jenny,
I can’t wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.
I had a girlfriend. Yet, I also had two Mistress’s and a Mom who was going through her own sexual identity crisis. As I bathed in the afterglow of last night’s memories, one after another came flooding back.
Had Mom really submitted to Mistress Megan last night? Had mom submitted to Karen yesterday afternoon? Was Mom a submissive lesbian just like me? As the craziness of yesterday continued to come back to me, I also recalled seducing Ms. Morgan yesterday as well. Had all that happened in one day? I seduced and pleasured Ms. Morgan, Mom submitted to Karen, Ashley and I had our date followed by an intense quickie at her house with her parents downstairs, oblivious to the fact that I was licking and eventually fisting their daughter to orgasm. Finally, coming home to find Mom submitting to Megan. It sounded like a poorly written porn movie, but that was the reality of my sinful Sunday…I could only wonder what Monday had in store for me.
I was just beginning to get out of bed when Karen burst into my room. “Get up slut!”
Karen was dressed surprisingly not in her usual cheerleader’s outfit, but in a white blouse, plaid skirt and dark pantyhose, the typical school girls’ uniform.
I still had not come to grips with her seducing and domming my mother, even though she had told me she was going to do it. I just couldn’t fathom my mom as a lesbian, never mind a submissive lesbian to a teenager who just happened to be her daughter’s friend and Mistress too.
I didn’t even have time to respond when she questioned, “Why didn’t you answer my calls and texts last night?”
“I was on a date, remember?” I answered.
“You understand I am going to punish you for such disobedience,” she threatened.
Her threat should have scared me, but after not getting to come last night, the idea of some sort of sexual submission had my pussy tingling. I also assumed she didn’t know about mom and Megan, which I was not going to tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” I answered.
“Good, now go shower so you can tell me all the juicy details of your date with Ashley,” she ordered.
I went and took a long hot shower as I delayed giving details of my first ever date to Karen, who could possibly attempt to trivialize or taint the special night.
When I returned to my bedroom there was an identical school girls’ outfit for me, except there were thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose for me. I sighed but understood the expectations. A couple weeks ago there was no way I would have even considered wearing such a provocative outfit to school or anywhere for that matter, yet now it didn’t faze me in the least. I was beginning to like the attention, breaking the old stereotypes and judging of me.
I got dressed in the outfit and sighed again as I realized that when standing up, people couldn’t see the top of my stockings, but as soon as I moved at all, and definitely when I sat down, my silk stockings tops would be seen by anyone remotely paying attention. I should have been ashamed or nervous, yet the idea kind of turned me on. After a lifetime of not being noticed, it was quite exhilarating to suddenly be noticed.
I walked down the stairs and was worried I would find Karen and Mom in some sort of sexual act, and was thankful when I found just Karen having a glass of milk.
As if reading my mind, she explained, ”Don’t worry my pet, Mistress Megan has made your mom off limits.”
“She has? “ I asked surprised.
“Yes, Mistress has taken your mother under her wing,” Karen continued, before adding, “That being said, the same can’t be said for you.”
“Sorry, Mistress Karen,” I apologized, trying to explain, “It was our first date and I shut my phone off.”
Standing up, Karen explained, ”You will always be on call for me, is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed.
“Good, let’s get going,” she instructed, ”I am dying to hear about this date of yours.”
Telling her felt like a betrayal to Ashley, yet I knew I had no choice. During the drive, I told Karen about the date and our brief intimacy at Ashley’s house, but left out the fisting part.
Karen asked, “So are you two a couple?”
“I don’t know. We want to be,” I admitted, “but we’re not sure we’re ready to be outed yet.”
“Good call,” Karen nodded as we reached the school parking lot. “I have no problem if you and Ashley play or date, as long as you understand you are still my submissive.”
“Of course, Mistress,” I agreed.
“And I think you should keep it a secret at school for now,” Karen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. “High school girls can be ruthless.”
“I agree,” I concurred.
Once outside, Karen asked, “Ready for your punishment?”
I smiled, “Not really.”
“Brat,” Karen laughed.
“Your brat,” I playfully retorted.
“Like your outfit?” Karen asked.
“It’s rather revealing,” I answered.
“That it is,” Karen smiled, as we headed towards the school.
We were about to go our separate ways when Karen leaned in to my ear and whispered, “I expect you to tell Ms. Morgan that you loved eating her cunt.”
“Okay,” I said, tentatively, although it seemed like a pretty tame punishment.
“And I want you to obey every order Sabrina makes of you today,” she added.
“Oh,” I said crestfallen.
“She is my sub too, but after punishing her thoroughly Saturday night I informed her she would remain my number two,” Karen said.
“I see,” I answered, distracted by her order. Sabrina was the one cheerleader I disliked and I believe the feeling was mutual.
“Should I make it a week?” she asked, noticing my hesitation.
“No, Mistress,” I sighed softly, “I will obey, of course.”
“Good girl,” she smiled, before adding, “speak of the devil.”
I turned around and saw Sabrina, also dressed in an identical school girl outfit, including similar thigh high stockings, walking towards us, a big smile on her face.
“Hello, Jenny,” she said, reaching us.
Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at Karen who nodded I could answer it. The number was private and I said, “Hello.”
“Is this Jenny Wyatt?” the voice asked.
“Yes,” I replied, not remotely recognizing the voice.
“Please hold for Governor Green,” the voice said.
“O-o-okay,” I stammered, stunned by who was on the line.
“Who is it?” Karen asked.
“Governor Green,” I answered, realizing Karen knew nothing of my rendezvous with Governor Green back at the Le Chateau Club.
“Sure it is,” Sabrina said, her tone snarky.
“Seriously?” Karen asked, less doubtful, but more curious.
I nodded yes just as the Governor spoke. “Hi, Jenny.”
“Hi, Governor,” I replied, still feeling surreal that I was talking to her on the phone even as I flashed back to my one night with her last weekend.
After leaving Megan at the club, I was taken to a limo where Governor Green was already waiting.
Once inside, she offered me a glass of wine and said, “A toast.”
“To what?” I asked, taking the wine glass.
“To new friendships,” she smiled, so warm and inviting.
“To new friendships,” I agreed, as our glasses clinked.
I sipped my wine nervously as the limo started to drive. The past couple of days had been very overwhelming, but being in a limo with our state governor, a woman I adored as a role model, was surreal…especially since I was pretty confident I was going to have sex with her.
“Are you nervous, my dear?” she asked a moment later.
“A little,” I said.
“Only a little?” she questioned with a smile.
“Okay, a lot,” I laughed, already very comfortable with her.
Her hand went to my leg; her hand was so warm it sent chills up my back as well as straight to my pussy.
“Megan told me a lot about you, my dear, and I would love to get to know you better,” she continued.
“Okay,” I agreed, all my SAT vocabulary words having apparently vanished from my brain.
She laughed, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No, Governor Green,” I replied.
“Please call me Daphne,” she smiled, her fingers making the smallest movements on my leg.
“O-O-Okay,” I agreed, again sounding like a high school dropout.
“So, you are just coming to grips with your sexuality,” she said.
“Yes, Governor, I mean Daphne,” I replied.
“You don’t sound sure,” she said, her hand a constant distraction.
“It is all really new to me,” I admitted. “I mean I knew I liked girls in theory, but theory has become reality in a pretty big way tonight.”
“It is a lot to take in, my dear,” she smiled sympathetically.
“I’m not complaining,” I giggled like the school girl I was.
“Me neither,” she countered leaning in and kissing me.
I couldn’t believe I was being kissed by the Governor of my state. I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment. The kiss started soft and tender but slowly escalated to a more urgent raw passion. Our tongues explored as if we were in a cave without any light source. Eventually, she broke the kiss and smiled, “You have such soft lips, my pet.”
“Thanks,” I blushed at the compliment and the endearing pet name.
“Are your other lips as soft?” she asked with a sly smile.
“I-I-I don’t know,” I stammered, surprised by her naughty innuendo.
“Well, only one way to find out,” she said, as she pushed me gently against the back of the seat and lowered herself between my legs.
I stared unable to believe that one of my idols was about to go down on me voluntarily.
“Thigh highs,” she commented. “Very, very sexy, my pet.”
“T-t-thanks,” I barely got out, as I felt her hot breath on my thigh.
“And going commando, you really are a deceivingly naughty little girl,” she purred, her head going directly to my fevered pussy.
“I aim to please,” I got out, trying to be playful and then cursing myself when I realized how corny I sounded.
“Oh trust me, I aim to find out how true that is, my pet,” she replied, before her tongue made contact with my pussy lips.
“Ooooh, God,” I moaned on contact, the crazy submission at the club having kept me near orgasmic bliss all night.
The next couple of minutes were pure ecstasy as she pleasured my pussy in ways I couldn’t have imagined before. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: on my clit, teasing my pussy lips and somehow inside me too. My orgasm building steadily since she began pleasuring me, it was only a matter of time before I reached rapture. And when it came, my whole body trembled as I screamed, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeeeeeeees, I’m comiiiiiiiiiiiiing.”
My whole body was throbbing with pleasure as I allowed my orgasm to run its course through me as Daphne slowly lapped up my freely flowing juices.
Eventually, the glorious moment ended, as Daphne moved from between my legs, moved up to me and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I was utterly hers.
Breaking the kiss, she purred, “You taste delicious.”
I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. “T-t-thanks,” I stammered, still sensing this was all a dream.
She returned to her seat and said, “We will be home in a couple of minutes, my pet.”
“Okay,” I agreed, ready to go anywhere with her. Looking at my hero, her face shiny with my cum, was so surreal and yet, undeniably, it was true.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, demurely.
“I can’t believe what just happened. You’re my hero,” I explained.
“Am I still?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I worshipped you before today, and I do now,” I paused, surprised by my suddenly brazen personality, “I hope to worship you unconditionally.”
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, which only got me more excited. “You really are the most adorable little thing ever.”
“Thank you,” I said.
The limo came to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door.
“Come my pet, the night has just begun,” she smiled.
I followed her out of the car and electricity coursed through my veins when she took my hand and led me towards her mansion.
The door was opened just before we reached it by a very pretty black woman in a maid’s outfit. “Good evening, Governor.”
“Good evening, Layla,” the Governor responded. “Can you bring a bottle of Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of wine glasses to my room?”
“Of course, Governor,” the maid nodded and left.
Daphne led me up stairs and directly to what was obviously her bedroom…although truthfully it was bigger than my entire house. She led me to the bed, smiled and said, “You’re so beautiful.”
My face blushed again, such compliments not something I was used to.
Sensing this, she continued, as she kissed my neck, “Let me guess, you dress very conservatively at school don’t you?”
“Yes, Governor,” I whispered.
“It’s Daphne, my pet,” she purred, tugging on my ear.
“Sssssssorry,” I replied distracted.
“Don’t apologize, my pet,” she whispered, her tongue exploring my ear unlike anything I had ever felt.
“Okkkkkkkay.”
Looking back into my eyes, she continued the flattery, her hands going behind my back, “I am serious Jenny. You’re a very beautiful young lady.”
My whole body trembled at her soft touch and warm words. “Not many people have ever said that about me, besides my Mom,” I admitted and joked.
“Let’s get you out of this dress and see the rest of you, my pretty girl,” she instructed.
With her assistance, I was soon feeling very vulnerable in her bed wearing only a lace bra and thigh highs.
“Delicious,” she purred as she buried her face between my small breasts.
The maid walked in with a tray, not even blinking at the sight of what she was witnessing.
Daphne said, “Can you also pull out box two please, Layla?”
“Of course,” she smiled, now glancing at me with a knowing look.
I felt slightly ashamed being seen by a stranger in such a compromising position, yet my eagerness to obey this beautiful older woman overrode any sense of humiliation.
Daphne unclasped my bra as she whispered playfully, “Let’s see these little titties up close and personal.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, as she put her lips on my erect nipple.
“So young and pure,” Daphne said, as her tongue swirled around my nipple.
Layla returned with a gold box and said, “Here is your box, Governor.”
“Thank you, Layla,” Daphne said, standing up. “Could you unzip me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded, going behind the Governor, unzipping her and then assisting in allowing the dress to slither down the Governor’s body and slowly to the floor.
Not surprisingly, the Governor had voluptuous breasts and my mouth watered with anticipation at the thought of sucking on them. She was also wearing a blue thong and thigh highs herself.
Layla picked up the dress and put it on a hanger nearby. “Anything else, ma’am?”
“Not right now,” the Governor said, waving her away, her eyes never leaving mine. “So do you like what you see?”
“You are the one who is beautiful,” I said, star-struck.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder my dear,” she smiled, as she unclasped her own bra and allowed it to fall to the ground.
I stared at her breasts like a teenage pervert.
She moved to the bed, fell onto her back and instructed, “Come here my pet, let’s see you worship me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I too eagerly agreed, as I lay beside her and stared again at her breasts.
“Go ahead, my dear, play away,” she smiled.
I leaned forward and cupped both her breasts in my hands. They were so much bigger than mine and heavier too.
“You have such soft hands,” she moaned ever so softly.
I leaned forward, wanting to hear her moan again because of me, and took her right nipple in between my lips. I licked on it, sucked on it and bit on it, before moving over and replicating the lengthy attention on her other nipple.
“That’s it my girl, make love to my breasts,” she moaned.
After a couple more minutes, I began slowly slithering my way down her body. Kissing her belly, her belly button and finally reaching her barely covered pussy. My hands trembling, I grabbed her thong and she lifted her ass up to allow me to take it off.
Once off, I don’t know why I did it, but I brought the thong to my nose. Her scent was exotic as it swarmed me like a spray of perfume at a fragrance counter.
“That wetness in my thong is all because of you, my dear,” the Governor said, pulling me back into what I had been doing.
I smiled, suddenly a bit brazen, “Well, I guess I should get a taste directly from the source.”
“That you should,” she smiled back, opening her legs wider for me.
I crawled between her silky nylon covered legs, my hands slowly moving up them, until I was looking directly at her pussy with just the slightest sheen on her pussy lips.
“Go ahead my pet, lick my cunt,” she said, knowing I was thinking the exact same thing.
I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began parting her pussy lips. Like Big Rosie earlier, the exotic unique taste was addicting and if I had any lingering doubts of my sexuality (which I didn’t after the crazy day I’d had) they were officially ended the moment my tongue touched her. I took my time, not wanting this moment to ever end. I was on the Governor’s bed, licking her pussy, and consumed by her scent and taste. I doubted it could ever get any better than this moment (regarding that, I would learn I was greatly mistaken). I slid up and flicked my tongue on her and smiled as her legs twitched.
She moaned, “You really are a little tease, my dear.”
“I just never want this moment to end, Mistress,” I moaned back.
“Don’t worry my dear, this will not be a onetime thing. I already have big plans for you,” she moaned, her hand going through my hair and pulling me deeper into her perfection.
A chill went up my spine at her promise. I replied, as I continued licking her wetness, “I am always available for you.”
“I know you are,” she replied, as she began moving her ass up and down, slowly riding my face for her personal enjoyment. Her wetness gushed onto my face as I desperately tried to lick and suck while she got herself off. “Oh yes, mmmmm, yes, I’m coooooming,” she screamed, rather un-Governor like as she held my face tight onto her flooding cunt. I savoured every drop of her pussy cum as if were some kind of purifying water.
Finally, she let go of my head, looked down at me, and said, “And so you only yesterday first ate a pussy?”
“Yes,” I nodded, my face soaking wet with pussy juice.
“Well, you are definitely a natural,” she smiled. “Now be a dear and bring that gold box over to the bed.”
Curious as heck, I crawled off the bed, grabbed the box nearby and returned to the afterglow of Daphne.
“Open it up,” she instructed.
I did and was staring at a plethora of sex toys…many I couldn’t even begin to fathom how they would be used.
She sat up and joined me. “Want to fuck each other to euphoria, my pet?”
“God, yes,” I said, still staring at the box.
She grabbed a lengthy double ended dildo and two strange looking long handled devices.
“Lay on your back,” she instructed. As she rubbed one end of the dildo up and down my pussy lips she added, “I see you’re still very wet.”
“Drenched,” I moaned, as she slowly slid the thick long dildo inside me. I watched in stunned silence as she then inserted the other end inside her cunt and slowly moved her body towards mine.
“Oooooooh,” I moaned, as the dildo went deeper inside me the closer her cunt got to mine.
“I’m going to fill that tight little cunt, Jenny,” she promised, as her legs and mine criss-crossed.
“Okkkkkkkkay,” I whimpered, as the dildo went deeper in me than I thought possible.
“Almost there,” she moaned, and a moment later our pussy lips were kissing.
“Soooo full,” I moaned, as she slowly began rubbing her cunt up and down on mine, creating a new sensation in my body. I followed along rubbing up and down too, making the dildo move all around inside me…touching and teasing every inch of my cunt.
We fucked each other, pussy to pussy, for a few minutes, the only sounds our moaning and the bouncing of the bed.
“Now relax,” Daphne said, holding a now buzzing wand.
“Okaaaaay,” I obeyed.
“I am going to send you to a whole new universe of euphoria,” she promised.
“Aaaaaaaah, fuck,” I screamed, the moment the toy touched my clit. The vibrations were intense and created constant waves of pleasure that cascaded right through me.
“I call this thing the multiply-inator,” she moaned and giggled as she added, “It gives me multiple orgasms.”
“It is driving me craaaaaazy,” I screamed, louder than the usual shy me would speak.
“I want you come again and again, my pet,” she instructed.
“I have never had multiple orgasms before,” I admitted.
“Well, it’s time to change that,” she purred as she began moving her ass back and forth, fucking the dildo deeper into me. This mixed with the crazy sensations of the wand was too much and I came seconds later.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I screamed, as my body quivered like a 10 on the Richter scale.
She kept grinding her hips, fucking me throughout my orgasm even as my pussy lips were kissed again and again by hers.
“I’m not stopping until you come again and again my pretty little slut,” she promised.
Being called a ‘pretty little slut’ was somehow a major turn on as I was a virgin just a day ago before being seduced by Megan.
I screamed, “Yes, Mistress, I’m your sluuuuuut, your submissive little sluuuuut.”
“Yes, you are,” she agreed, as she continued fucking me.
My orgasm never really ended before the next one began. The intense double pleasure of the dildo and the wand created a never ending surge of pleasure that sparked a crazy cycle of sexual enlightenment.
My next orgasm was already on the rise when she pulled the dildo out of me and instructed, “On all fours, my pet.”
My body quivering, my next orgasm begging for release, I obeyed and watched as she went to the box and put a strap-on on her beautiful body. She said, “I need to change positions.”
I laughed, “My body felt like a sexual pretzel.”
She laughed back, “Now that is a new one.” She joined me on the bed and slid her plastic cock in my pussy. “Such a tight little cunt you have my precious.”
“Oh yes, fuck my tight little cunt,” I begged, wanting to be fucked…hard and deep.
Her body slammed into me for a few minutes, keeping me constantly on the brink of my promised orgasm and yet not pushing me over.
“Want to come, my little high school pet?” she asked.
“God yes,” I answered, my body dying for release.
“On your back,” she ordered.
I again quickly obeyed, feeling my pussy juice leaking out of me.
“Take the wand and hold it on that swollen clit of yours,” she instructed as she spread my legs and filled my cunt with her plastic cock.
I obeyed again and the pleasure multiplied in seconds. I began babbling like a bimbo. “Oh my, yes, fuck, oh, oh, oh, God.”
She leaned forward, making the cock go deeper in me and took my nipple into her mouth. “Come for me,” she purred, the vibration on my nipple and clit causing fireworks through my entire being as seconds later another orgasm hit.
“Aaaaaaaaaah, yes, I’m commmmmming,” I screamed, as the triple pleasure extended my orgasm.
I have no idea how long she fucked my cunt, sucking on my nipples all the while I held the wand to my clit, but the orgasm just wouldn’t end, creating sensation after sensation long after it should have ended. Eventually, I drifted into oblivion.
…..
“It is great to hear your voice, my dear,” Governor Green greeted.
“Yours too,” I replied, my face burning red as the memories of that one special night flashed through me.
“I have a favor to ask,” she said.
“Anything,” I quickly agreed.
“I love your eagerness, both that night and now,” she playfully said.
“I am always eager,” I said, wanting to add Mistress, but finding it awkward with Karen and Sabrina there.
“Tonight I am having a little event at my house for a few special guests and would love it if you were available to be a hostess,” she said.
“A hostess?” I asked, unsure of her intent.
“Well, you would serve drinks and appetizers and so forth,” she revealed. “Layla has the flu.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing I would be a maid.
“I hear the disappointment in your voice, my pet,” she caught on correctly. “Trust me, you will not be disappointed…plus please bring your new girlfriend Ashley.”
“You know about Ashley?” I asked.
“Megan told me that you are in a relationship now. That is how I got your cell number,” she revealed, explaining another question that was spinning in my head.
“Kind of,” I said, still not sure what Ashley and I really had.
“Well tonight you will both be paid very well, get to meet some very powerful women and, if interested, serve more than just drinks and food,” she added, drawing me in.
“I’m in,” I said, without a second thought.
“Great,” she said. “Can you be here by six?”
“I think so, I may have to get a cab to get there,” I said.
“No worries, I will have a driver pick you up. Just text me the address,” she instructed.
“Okay,” I said.
“And bring Ashley, I would love to meet her,” Governor added, before she gave me her cell number.
Hanging up, Karen asked, her tone terse, “What was that about?”
“Megan needs to see me tonight,” I lied, protecting my relationship with the Governor.
“Why didn’t she call me?” Karen asked, looking wounded.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, wanting to keep this lie as simple as possible.
“So, Jenny is mine today!” Sabrina asked excited, her look implying revenge for what happened over the weekend.
“Just until after practice. Jenny, it seems, has another commitment,” Karen said.
“Come with me, now,” Sabrina ordered.
I looked at Karen for help, but didn’t get any as she shrugged, “It’s your punishment.”
I reluctantly followed Sabrina into school and to the downstairs cheerleader’s only dressing room.
She sat on the bench and said, “Hurry up, teacher’s pet.”
I dropped to my knees between Sabrina’s legs. “Get licking, Jenny. I would hate for coach to walk in and learn that prim and proper Jenny is in reality a submissive cunt-licking dyke.”
I shouldn’t have rebutted, I should have just obeyed, but I couldn’t ignore her pretentious attitude considering she also was a submissive cunt-licking dyke just a couple of days ago, “Takes one to know on.”
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her cunt. She roughly fucked my face with her pussy until coming a couple of minutes later. My face was coated with pussy juice as she came hard.
Pushing me away, she ordered, looking down at me, “You will keep my cum on your face all day as a reminder of your true position…at the bottom.”
I pleaded, the idea of my face shiny with cum mortifying, “Please, Sabrina.”
“You should leave now. I need to pee,” she informed me, before adding, “unless you’re into that, too.”
Realizing her implication, I quickly stood up and left. I quickly hurried, head down, to another washroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was thankful I didn’t wear much make-up. Although there was a slight gleam on my face, I didn’t think anyone would know it was pussy juice.
Every person I walked by I felt they could tell I had pussy juice all over my face, yet no one spoke or reacted any differently. Reaching my locker, Ashley was there. She greeted me, a beautiful smile that told me she was excited to see me, “Hi, Jenny.”
“Hi, Ashley,” I replied, happy to see her…my whole body going warm at just her smile.
Her tone changed as I got closer to her. “What’s wrong?” She asked, already able to read me like a book.
“Karen gave Sabrina authority over me for the day as punishment for ignoring her texts during our date,” I admitted.
“Bitches,” Ashley cursed, going from sweet, to concerned, to angry in seconds.
“Sabrina wouldn’t let me wash my face after she came all over it a few minutes ago,” I admitted quietly.
“This stops today,” Ashley said with authority.
“How?” I asked, “Karen runs the school.”
“Trust me, I’ll deal with it,” Ashley said.
“Be careful,” I said with concern. “Karen is powerful and is okay with you and me.”
“I don’t need her fucking blessing,” she cursed, loud enough to cause passerby to look at us.
“I just don’t want you to end up in her crosshairs,” I whispered.
Ashley smiled suddenly, ignoring all those around us, as she leaned in and kissed me. My body stiffened at first, shocked by her willingness to make our lesbian relationship public, but her soft lips quickly melted away any concerns or worries about the consequences of being outed…I was a lesbian and I no longer cared who knew.
Breaking the kiss, Ashley said to a few guys and a couple girls who were staring, “Show’s over.”
They started moving along as I whispered, “Well, that solves one of my questions.”
“I am crazy about you, Jenny, and I am not going to hide my feelings for you,” she said, her sweetness making me warm inside.
“I’m crazy for you, too,” I smiled back, as she took my hand.
“Now, ignore any orders by Karen and Sabrina,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” I smiled coyly.
She shook her head, “No Mistress and slave between you and me, Jenny. I want a real relationship built on equality, honesty and…hot, hot sex.”
I smiled. Ashley really was the one for me, “That’s what I want, too.”
“Then we have to put an end to Karen and Sabrina’s power trip once and for all,” she said.
“How?” I asked again.
“Let me worry about that,” Ashley answered.
“Okay,” I nodded. “Maybe I could ask Mistress Megan to deal with Karen.”
“Let me try to deal with it first,” Ashley said. “After years of just following along, it is time to lead.”
“That is soooo hot,” I smiled, leaning forward and kissing her.
Breaking the kiss I told her about the fact that I walked in on my mom serving Mistress Megan and retold the crazy phone call from Governor Green earlier today.
“You had sex with Governor Green?” Ashley asked, astonished.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I hope you’re not upset.”
“And she wants us to come over today?” Ashley asked, still processing this shocking information.
“Yes,” I nodded, although unsure what role we would be playing.
“Wow!” she said.
“Wow, indeed,” I replied, just as the warning bell rang.
She gave me a quick kiss and said, “We can talk more, later. Don’t forget, don’t obey them.”
“Okay,” I nodded, unsure I could actually stand up to them.
“Be strong, beautiful,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Okay,” I repeated, this time with more conviction, loving her sweet endearing names for me.
We went our separate ways, my tummy full of butterflies at the excitement of being in a relationship. I went to class and sat down. The butterflies didn’t last long as I heard people gossiping behind me about me being a lesbian.
Suddenly defiant, proud of my sexuality, I turned around and asked, “Do you have something to say to me?”
The two girls, who were gossip queens, weren’t expecting my response as one said, “Just heard a rumour about you being a lezbo.”
I snapped back, “It is 2014. The term is lesbian.”
“Whatever,” she shrugged.
“Plus, at least I am frank about my sexuality, unlike you two who are obviously in love with each other and in complete denial” I shot back.
I am not sure what would have happened next, but our teacher arrived and all they said was a just loud enough for me to hear, “Bitch.”
I ignored the comment and focused on the lesson.
At break, I received a text from Sabrina, “Same place as this morning, now.”
I sighed.
I was just contemplating my response when Ashley came behind me and gave me a hug. “How’s your day so far?
I showed her the text and she said angrily, “Let’s go.”
“I’m not sure now is the time to deal with this,” I protested, but Ashley was already walking towards the cheerleader’s locker room.
She either didn’t hear me or choose to ignore it as she continued her determined walk towards confrontation.
I followed full of trepidation at what may transpire. Ashley was more the silent type, but I was quickly learning she had a strong streak too…which turned me on even more.
Reaching the cheerleader’s room, she stormed in and asked, “You in here, Sabrina?”
Sabrina called out from the shower, apparently not recognizing Ashley’s voice. “Back here, slut.”
I watched as Ashley walked around the corner and said not in a yell, but close to it, “You will leave Jenny alone.”
I couldn’t see Sabrina’s facial reaction, but did hear it. “Fuck you, Ashley.”
“Look, bitch,” Ashley snapped. “You can act all high and mighty and pretentious, but we all know you are a submissive slut, a complete puppy dog to Karen.”
“I am not,” Sabrina snapped back, always hating when people saw her as second fiddle to Karen.
“Really?” Ashley laughed harshly, as I turned the corner to see the confrontation.
“You’re the follower,” Sabrina countered.
“Yes, I was,” Ashley agreed, “but no more.”
“Yeah right,” Sabrina laughed.
“Leave Jenny alone,” Ashley repeated.
“Or what?” Sabrina asked.
Ashley pulled out her phone and after a moment said, “Or these go viral.”
Sabrina’s confident smile faded and she stammered, “Y-y-you wouldn’t.”
“Not unless you make me,” Ashley said firmly.
“Karen is going to kill you,” Sabrina said.
I was dying to know what blackmail evidence she had of Sabrina.
“Let me worry about that,” Ashley said, walking directly to Sabrina. “Let’s make sure you understand how serious I am. On your knees, Sabrina.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sabrina said, her tone full of spite.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Ashley asked, a confidence in her that was a major turn on.
“I need to get to class,” Sabrina pointed out.
“You can be late,” Ashley retorted. “Now, get on your fucking knees.”
Hearing her swear again enhanced my crush on her. She was so adorable, so cute, so sexy and so damn confident.
Sabrina pleaded, realizing her predicament, “Please, Ashley.”
“Please may I eat your cunt?” Ashley asked. “Why yes you may. Now get on your fucking knees before I decide to make you a web sensation.”
Sabrina, defeated, dropped to her knees.
“Crawl to Jenny,” Ashley ordered.
Sabrina obeyed, glaring at me, as if this was all my fault.
“Beg to eat her pussy,” Ashley instructed, once Sabrina got to me.
“May I eat your pussy?” she asked, pathetically.
“Be convincing,” Ashley demanded.
“Jenny, may I please lick your pussy?” Sabrina asked, her tone slightly more believable.
Building confidence in Ashley’s defence of me, I answered, turning around, “Lick my asshole instead, slut.”
Ashley laughed, “Jenny, you never stop amazing me. Do as you’re told, ass slut.”
I felt her hands on my butt cheeks and then a moment later Sabrina’s tongue was licking my butt hole. It was an oddly satisfying moment, putting this diva bitch in her place.
After a minute of ass licking, which somehow made my cunt wet, I turned back around and shoved my cunt in her face and ordered, “Lick me, cunt-slut.”
I looked at Ashley who was smiling at me, while I held Sabrina’s head between my legs. When she didn’t immediately lick, I slapped the back of her head and she began licking.
Ashley walked over to me and kissed me. The contradiction of the softness of her lips and the gentleness of her passion, mixed with the grinding I was now doing on Sabrina’s tongue had me near orgasm very quickly and when I came a few moments later, I moaned into Ashley’s mouth while holding Sabrina tight against my leaking pussy.
Letting go, I broke Ashley’s kiss and, looking down at a cum covered Sabrina, asked, “So you understand that you’re our bitch now?”
“Yes,” she replied, her pretentious persona gone as she seemed to accept her natural submissiveness…like I had before.
Ashley took my hand and said, “We’re late for class.”
I walked a few steps away, before stopping and adding, “And don’t you dare wash your face. I want my pussy juice on your face as a reminder that you’re now our bitch.”
“Okay,” she weakly agreed.
“Okay, what?” I asked, somehow building a newfound confidence because of Sabrina.
“Okay, Mistress,” she replied.
“Mistresses,” I corrected, before pulling Ashley out with me.
Ashley said, “That was hot watching you dom her.”
“You’re hot no matter what you do,” I complimented back.
“Ladies,” a voice from behind startled us.
We both turned around, letting go of each other’s hands and saying in unison, “Hi, Principal Parker.”
“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” he asked, looking at our outfits.
“Yes, sir, that is where we’re going,” Ashley answered.
“Shouldn’t you already be there,” he asked.
“Yes, but Jenny had girl problems if you know what I mean and didn’t have any pads, so I got one for her from my cheerleader’s bag,” she explained.
“Okay, okay,” he nodded, waving his hands, clearly uncomfortable with the implied reason, “just get to class.”
Turning back around, I could barely keep from breaking out in laughter until we were out of ear’s reach. I quipped, “That was bloody quick.”
Ashley burst out laughing, “That’s funny.” She kissed me quickly and said, “Meet me at our table at lunch.”
“The cheerleader’s table?” I questioned, fearful of Karen’s reaction if she learned what we had just done to Sabrina.
“Of course,” she winked and headed to her class as I reluctantly headed to mine.
An hour later, trepidation filling me, I headed for lunch. As I walked towards the table I saw that Sabrina was already there and sitting with Karen. A chill went up my spine, nervous of what may transpire, but realizing we were in the cafeteria, I realized that there would be no confrontation…Karen’s reputation was everything.
I sat down, glimpsing at Sabrina who was unnaturally quiet. Ashley joined a moment later and with other cheerleaders joining us too we actually discussed adding a new number to our routine.
Lunch ending, only Ashley, Sabrina, Karen and I still sat at the table, Ashley said, “Karen we need to talk.”
“Talk away,” Karen said, although she was typing on her phone and not really listening. I noticed Sabrina, still unnaturally quiet, look up with curiosity.
“Look at me, Karen,” Ashley demanded, her tone again firm.
Karen looked up, clearly surprised by the usually quiet Ashley speaking with such authority. “Yesssssss?” she questioned.
“Jenny and I are an item,” Ashley announced.
“So I read about on twitter,” she shrugged, showing us the tweet.
Ashley and Jenny are dykes.
I stared at the words…dykes such a crude term for something I felt was beautiful.
“Coach is going to be pissed,” Karen said disapprovingly.
Ashley ignored the condescending tone and continued, “And Jenny is no longer your submissive.”
“Is that so?” Karen said, still not taking Ashley seriously.
“Yes,” Ashely replied.
“Jenny, what do you have to say about this?” Karen asked.
Ashley took my hand under the table, giving me the strength I needed. “Karen, I am so thankful for all you have done for me, but I,” I paused, before saying, “love Ashley.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Karen asked, before adding, turning to look directly at me, “I have no problem with you two being a couple, but Jenny, you’re still my pet.”
Ashley interjected, “No, she isn’t.”
“I wasn’t asking you, wallflower,” Karen dismissed Ashley, her eyes still locked on me.
I felt completely overwhelmed. Karen was my first crush and had opened so many doors for me at school, and assisted in helping me find my true sexuality, opened up my submissive side and even created a sultry side I didn’t know existed…ironically, I was the wallflower before Karen transformed me into a popular cheerleader in only a couple of days (in essence a lesbian version of an 80s movie). Yet, conversely, Ashley had opened up a much deeper, sweet side of me…allowing me to be comfortable in my sexuality and begin a relationship as equals. I went with my heart, “I’m with Ashley.”
Karen stood up. “We will deal with this later,” she said, implying the conversation wasn’t done.
“Yes, Mistress,” Ashley countered, although her dripping sarcasm made it clear she was mocking Karen.
Karen, glaring at Ashley, threatened, “You shouldn’t fuck with me, Ashley.”
Ashley wasn’t fazed by Karen’s glare that seemed to always work, instead quipping, “No, no, no, I’d rather fuck you.”
“This isn’t over,” Karen warned, before adding “Let’s go, Sabrina.”
Ashley shot back, as Sabrina stood up like the follower she was, “Plus, don’t you already have your own pet?”
Sabrina snapped back, “Fuck you!”
“I already did,” Ashley shot back, the true meaning unknown to Karen.
Once they were gone, I said, “Holy shit, I thought Karen was going to explode!”
“I’m used to her eruptions,” Ashley shrugged, before smiling, “although I really like your eruptions better.”
“You’re soooo bad,” I smiled back.
“And yet, soooo good,” she retorted as the bell rang.
Feeling confident in our relationship and no longer caring about what others thought, I leaned in and kissed her.
“Meet you after school?” I asked.
“There is no way I am letting you go to Governor Green’s alone,” she smiled.
“Are you getting jealous?” I teased.
“From now on, we do everything together,” she answered back, kissing me again.
“Hmmmm, I like that,” I said, feeling all warm inside.
“Plus, I still owe you one,” she smiled.
“One what?” I asked, confused.
“An orgasm, silly,” she winked, “we were so rudely interrupted by my parents.”
I laughed, “Darn parents.”
We went our separate ways and I was on cloud nine until English class, when I had to see both Karen and Miss Morgan. I wasn’t overly nervous about seeing Miss Morgan, she wasn’t going to tell anyone, but Karen, after our earlier confrontation, was a wild card.
When I got to class Karen pointed to a seat in front of her. Reluctantly, not as strong on my own as I was with Ashley, I sat where she told me to.
“I am very disappointed with you,” Karen whispered.
A chill went up my spine at her tone, but I remained silent.
“I want you to go up to Miss Morgan right now and tell her you want to eat her pussy after school today,” she continued.
My face paled. If Ashley was here, she would stand up for me. Yet, on my own I didn’t have the internal strength she did. I stammered, “I-I-I can’t do t-t-that.”
“Now!” she ordered, “before the rest of the class shows up.”
“Please,” I pleaded, turning around.
“Now, or I will reveal your relationship with her to the class,” she threatened.
Sensing her threatening tone, I stood up and, with immense trepidation, went to Miss Morgan who smiled at me as I approached. Reaching her, I whispered, “I’m so sorry to say this Miss Morgan, but Karen is blackmailing me.”
Miss Morgan looked up at Karen as her face went white too.
I continued as students continued filing in, “After school today, I am supposed to eat your pussy in your classroom.”
“Oh, God!” she gasped.
“Sorry, Miss Morgan, she is punishing me for my disobedience,” I explained.
“Go sit down, Jenny,” she instructed, clearly stressed out by my words.
“Yes, Miss Morgan,” I nodded, feeling bad for pulling her into my roller coaster ride of love and submission.
Returning to my seat, Karen purred, “Good pet.”
My face burning red, I stared straight ahead and prayed she would leave me alone for the rest of the class…which thankfully she did.
Miss Morgan, impressively, was able to push away the after school situation and potential of being outed, as she introduced us to Hamlet and we began reading Act 1.
The bell rang and Karen ordered, “Stay, puppy.”
The condescending words flustered me; it was obvious she was trying to re-establish that she was the domme in the relationship.
“Karen, please,” I pleaded, knowing I wasn’t strong enough without Ashley to stand up to her.
“Please let you eat Miss Morgan’s cunt at her desk while I chat with her?” Karen asked, presumptuously.
“This isn’t appropriate,” I pointed out.
“Neither was your disapproval,” she countered, walking towards the door as the last of the class exited the room.
Miss Morgan was at her desk, pecking away on her computer, but her red cheeks told me she was nervous about what may happen now.
Karen closed the door, blocking the window, as she ordered, “Karen, crawl under Miss Morgan’s desk.”
Miss Morgan gasped, looking up from her computer, “Karen!”
“No, sorry I don’t eat cunt usually, women eat mine,” Karen retorted, before asking, “unless you want to eat mine now?”
I didn’t move, paralyzed by the humiliation that Karen was dishing out to both of us….feeling tremendous guilt for putting Miss Morgan in this spot.
Miss Morgan, stood up, and demanded, “Ms. Pepper that is enough.”
“Actually it is Mistress Pepper,” Karen corrected.
“Please leave,” Miss Morgan asked, her eyes showing complete fear.
“Miss Morgan, this is pretty simple. My pet has been disobedient and needs to be disciplined,” Karen explained, before turning to me and asking, “Why are you still at your desk?”
“Karen this has nothing to do with Miss Morgan,” I countered.
“It does now,” Karen shrugged, before ordering, her tone again shifting to do-as-your-fucking-told, “Get under Miss Morgan’s desk now!”
Reluctantly, I stood up and began walking towards Miss Morgan.
“This is not the place,” Miss Morgan said, her tone a mixture of embarrassment, worry and shock.
“Would you rather we go to your place?” Karen asked.
“I have a meeting to go to,” Miss Morgan said, trying to get out of the awkward predicament.
“Then we’d better hurry,” Karen countered, before throwing down the threat I knew was coming. “Unless you want the whole school and administration to know you’re a lesbian.”
I reached Miss Morgan as she pleaded, “Karen, please no.”
“Then obey like a good pet teacher,” Karen instructed “and let my pet complete her task.”
I said, “I’m so sorry, Miss Morgan,” before disappearing under her desk.
“Can’t we discuss this?” Miss Morgan asked.
“Sure,” Karen agreed, “as soon as Jenny is beneath your desk and is licking your box.”
“My box?” Miss Morgan asked.
“Pussy, cunt, twat,” Karen listed, “which word do you prefer?”
“Karen…”
“Sit down now, Miss Morgan,” Karen ordered.
Miss Morgan walked around to her desk as Karen asked, “Pantyhose or thigh highs Miss Morgan?”
“Pantyhose.”
“Pull them to your ankles” Karen instructed.
I watched Miss Morgan, now standing directly in front of me, as she obeyed the request.
“Panties, too.”
Miss Morgan obeyed again.
“Sit.”
Miss Morgan obeyed, looking down at me.
“Roll your chair in.”
Soon, I was between Miss Morgan’s legs.
“Lick away, Jenny,” Karen ordered.
Miss Morgan’s pussy directly in front of me, the undeniable pull to obey again strong, had me eager to obey. I leaned forward and began licking her. To my surprise, Miss Morgan was soaked and I wondered if it was because she too was submissive…she didn’t really show any hints of submissiveness when I submitted to her on Sunday.
Miss Morgan moaned as my tongue made contact and Karen said, assumedly with a smirk on her face, “It looks like my pet obeyed my order.”
There was no talking for a moment while I focused on licking Miss Morgan’s pussy.
Finally, Karen asked, “Enjoying Jenny’s tongue, Miss Morgan.”
“Please I don’t want to lose my job,” Miss Morgan pleaded.
“Miss Morgan, I have no intention of outing you,” Karen said.
“Thank you,” Miss Morgan responded with a slight moan.
“That said, it is obvious you are in desperate need of a Mistress,” Karen continued.
“Excuse me?” Miss Morgan questioned.
“You just let a student crawl under your desk and eat your pussy just because I told you to,” Karen pointed out.
“You threatened to out me,” Miss Morgan pointed out.
“You didn’t really put up much of a fight,” Karen countered.
A moment later, I heard a thud as Karen said, “What the hell?”
I froze, Miss Morgan’s nectar on my lips.
“Karen, where is Jenny?” I heard Ashley ask.
“Why, I have no idea,” Karen replied, acting innocent in such a way where she was making it obvious she did indeed know.
“Tell me,” Ashley threatened.
Miss Morgan interjected, “Girls, could you please move your conversation somewhere else, I have work to do.”
“Oh, s-s-sorry, Miss Morgan.” Ashley apologized suddenly realizing she and Karen were not alone.
“Yes, sorry Miss Morgan, I am sure you have something to finish,” Karen replied, giving a hint to Ashley.
A moment later, the door closed and I expected Miss Morgan to roll her chair out, but instead she said, “Jenny, please get me off, I’m so close.”
Although surprised, I was eager to comply, as I buried my face in her pussy and licked hungrily. I sucked her clit between my lips, and slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
It didn’t take long as I focused on her clit while finger fucking her cunt before I felt a gush of cum coat my face. I kept licking until she rolled her chair away a few seconds later and whimpered, “Get out from there, Jenny.”
I quickly did and she stood up and just as quickly tugged up her panties and pantyhose.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into this,” I apologized.
“It’s my fault, Jenny,” she said, “I’m the adult.”
“I’m still sorry,” I repeated.
“I’ll deal with Karen,” she said.
“She is going to want to make you her submissive,” I warned.
“And I may let her,” she shrugged, giving a mischievous smile.
I laughed, “It’s a lobster trap.”
“I really do have a meeting,” she said, glancing at her watch, “that I am now late for.”
I grabbed my bag and headed out. I was startled when I saw Ashley and Karen in the hallway loudly talking to each other.
Ashley was in mid-sentence when she saw me leave Miss Morgan’s room.
Karen smiling said, “I’ll let you two chat.”
Ashley threatened, “This isn’t over.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Karen replied, walking away.
I walked to Ashley and apologized, something I seemed to be doing a lot lately, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t stand up to Karen.”
A moment later Miss Morgan came out of her class, seeing us, her face went red and she walked the other way.
Ashley, perplexed at first and then looking back at me, my face shiny with pussy juice, asked, “Karen made you eat out Miss Morgan?”
“It’s a long story,” I answered, worried I may lose Ashley.
“I have time,” she said, looking upset, as if I had betrayed her completely.
I retold the whole story from last week’s flirting, to Sunday’s seduction and Karen’s blackmail today. When done, I finished with another apology, “I’m so sorry, Ashley. I want to be with you, but I was worried that Karen would out Miss Morgan.”
“I’m not mad at you,” she said, pulling me to her and kissing me.
When she broke the kiss, she smiled and said, “Don’t we have a limousine to catch in a couple of hours?”
“Indeed we do,” I smiled back, before adding, “I have a plan for Karen.”
“You do?” she asked.
“It’s another long story,” I admitted, as I took her hand and started telling the complete story of how I ended up where I am today, no longer leaving anything out as I even explained Karen domming my mother and walking in on my mom and Mistress Megan after our date last night.
“Oh my,” Ashley said, “you really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?”
I smiled, “But the more you read the book the more you learn.”
“Well, let’s go talk to Megan,” Ashley said, “I want to devour the book whole and get to the riveting climax.”
“What about the happy ending?” I coyly teased.
“Oh, we are only in the opening chapters, Jenny,” she smiled, as we walked past the gym and towards the parking lot.
I asked, “What about cheerleading practice?”
“Fuck them,” she shrugged, as we walked towards her car.
“Well I’d rather you fuck me,” I flirted, the words sounding both naughty and romantic.
Ashley asked as we reached the car, “Is your mom going to be home?”
“Not for another hour,” I replied.
“Good, then I will do just that,” she said.
“What is that?” I asked playfully once we were in the car.
“Fuck you,” she smiled, reaching into the back seat and putting a duffle bag on my lap.
As she began driving, I opened the bag and saw a big black strap-on cock. “Oh my,” I said, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. “You really do plan to fuck me.”
“Oh, I plan more than that,” she promised, her hand going to my leg, causing a chill to go through my entire body.
“You too are a book I plan to read through thoroughly,” I smiled, bringing the book metaphor back.
“I’m a real page turner,” she quipped, giving my leg a firm squeeze.
As we drove, I was giddy with excitement. Looking at her, I knew I was in love with her, as strange as that seemed in such a short time. Yet, there was no doubt my feelings for her were way more powerful than those for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone else. I longed for her and she accepted me for who I was.
We were in this together and starting our journey as a couple. We would talk with Megan together to deal with Karen together; we would go to Governor Green’s together and experience whatever was lying in store; we could walk together at school hand in hand…ready to break the social expectations that would judge us.
Pulling up in front of my house, I couldn’t wait to make love to her. With Karen it was sex and submission. With Ashley it was something completely different: it was soft and intimate and yet with an even stronger intensity than the thrill of submission…although I revelled in both…although her promise to fuck me created a whole new level of potential naughtiness to our growing intimacy…reflecting on her begging me to fist fuck her last night.
As we went into the house, I knew we had a crazy night ahead and an even crazier week, yet all I wanted to do was be in the arms and between the legs of Ashley (well, maybe also on all fours as she fucked me).
The rest of the craziness…that would have to wait.
The end…for now?
