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Bec walked quickly through the office corridor. She had no reason to walk quickly but love for the job put a bounce in her step. Her long, brown, wavy hair swept around her shoulders and she smiled at everyone she made eye contact as she approached her cubicle.

She sat down at her desk next to her best friend Tyler, also a marketing assistant. He was tall, dark, and handsome in his own way, Bec supposed. His dark hair was styled in a way that made it look like he had put in no effort at all, the same way he had styled it since she first met him. They began their internship together at Cagnoni Market Solutions 4 years ago. His eyes and freckles lit up when he spun around in his leather chair and saw her.

“Becko the ghecko!” he called out!

“Tyler the tyler.” Bec chuckled. The greeted each other this way most mornings.

“How was the weekend?” He leaned in, his voice dropping slightly. “Did you manage to get some well-deserved R&R?”

“Raunchy and risque?” she whispered with a smile.

Tyler nodded eagerly. “That guy from Tinder? Damian?”

Bec set her bag down and turned on her laptop. “Just wasn’t vibing with him.”

“Another one bites the dust.” Tyler said, leaning back in his chair. “Bec, you need to give someone a chance.”

“You can date if you want. He’s single.” Bec replied as she opened her diary.

“If Eva gave me permission.” Tyler joked. Eva was his wife of 2 years. Bec was good friends with them both and had been the “best man” at their wedding.

Kris, their 55-year-old boss and CEO of Cagnoni Market Solutions, strode into the office. Her confidence radiated throughout the room. Bec usually felt intimidated by her although although Tyler had told her Bec she hid that well. Kris was the picture of a CEO with high cheekbones, glowing skin and piercing blue eyes that had a way of making you feel undressed. It was unusual to see her amongst their office cubicles. She usually parlayed any business through their department manager Luis, who she walked up to and spoke to briefly. It was even more unusual for Kris to then walk up to Bec and Tyler and speak to them directly.

“Good morning Rebecca and Tyler.” Kris’ voice was no-nonsense. “Do you have any meetings with clients this morning?”

“Just the follow-up with Birello at 11am.” Bec, replied, double-checking her diary.

“None until this afternoon for me.” Tyler added.

“Good. I’ll see you both in my office at 10am.” And with that she turned around and left.

Bec felt light-headed with worry. A meeting with Kris without any notice was rare. It could mean anything from a promotion to being fired. She looked over at Tyler who was frowning.

“Don’t worry.” he said, although he was trying to persuade himself too. “It’s probably just a routine check-in. We’ve been nailing those KPIs.”

“Yeah.” Bec replied, trying to sound convinced. “You’re probably right.”

Her therapist was helping her with anxiety stemming from her past relationship. She quietly took some deep breaths and pressed her fingers together, grounding herself in the present.

9.50am came. Tyler and Bec rose from their seats and walked towards the elevator.

“You okay?” Tyler asked as the elevator doors closed. He knew about her anxiety. He and Eva had been there for her when she left Rob. Bec had even lived with them for a few months as she pieced her life back together. They were just married but they insisted. They were the family she wished she had.

Bec took a deep breath. “Just nervous.” she said. “But I’ll be fine. Let’s not assume we’re in trouble.”

The elevator doors opened to the top floor, where the CEO’s office was located. The walls were lined with glass and the floor, a rich, dark red wood that echoed their footsteps. Kris’ office was the last door on the left. The nameplate read “Kris Cagnoni” in sleek, silver letters.

Bec took a deep breath and knocked firmly. “Come in” Kris’ voice called from inside. They entered and Kris looked up from her desk.

“Take a seat.” she said, gesturing to two plush chairs opposite her desk. The office was modern and minimalist, the only decoration being a few framed awards and certificates on the wall behind her. The scent of leather and a faint hint of expensive perfume was present.

“Thankyou.” Bec murmured as she sat down, her palms sweating slightly. Tyler took the chair next to her and gave her ordu escort a reassuring nod.

“In the next few days, we’ll be announcing the launch of a new division. This division requires a particular skill set and a close working relationship with me.” Kris began, her eyes darting between them, as if she was looking any sign of weakness. “Your names have come up as the top candidates for this role. It’s an opportunity for growth.”

Bec felt excited but also uneasy. Would she be forced to compete with her best friend for the role? “What exactly does this job entail?” she asked, expressionless as she fought to keep her voice steady.

“It’s a new role.” Kris said, her blue eyes glancing down at her laptop. “It will require creativity and discretion. If you’re successful, you’ll be my right hand in the launch of it, which means late nights and tight deadlines. You may be required to travel out of the state with me.”

Bec felt her heart race. The opportunity sounded incredible. The thought of working side-by-side with Kris sounded incredible but also terrifying. She glanced at TYler, whose eyes were wide with excitement.

“Now, I know the two of you are very good friends.” Kris continued. “You work exceptionally well together too. A second position may open up once the division is established. But for now there is only one.” Kris took her glasses off and places them on the table next to her. “I don’t want to come between your rapport, professional or personal, which is why I’m saying this to you both.”

Bec considered Kris thoughtfully. The CEO was considerate of their friendship. It was not a characteristic she would have guessed was in her arsenal.

“Bec,” Tyler said, placing a hand on her arm. “You should take it. You’re so good at what you do and you deserve it.”

Kris’ eyebrows shot up. “So, Tyler, you’re not interested?” She seemed disappointed.

“Oh, I am interested.” Tyler responded politely. “But Bec was born for this.”

Kris’ eyebrows relaxed and she studied him for a moment with quiet contemplation. When she looked back at Bec she said, “I will give you 24 hours to think about it. Email me back tomorrow with a decision.”

As they walked back toward the elevator, Bec thanked Tyler. “But why did you do that? she asked.

“Because you’re the better candidate.” Tyler responded and smiled at her. And as soon as the elevator doors shut, he whispered, “I can’t work late nights anymore. Eva’s pregnant. We found out on the weekend.”

Bec’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, Tyler!” she squealed, jumping to hug him. “That’s amazing!” He hugged her back and said quietly. “Thanks. We’re keeping it quiet for now, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” she said in a quiet voice as the elevator doors opened on their floor. As they sat back down at their desks, trying to contain their excitement, Bec pressed Tyler, “But why didn’t you pretend that you were a little interested, Tyler?”

“That’s what you would’ve done if you were me, right?”

“Well, yeah.” Bec knew Tyler approached things differently at times.

“You’re my best friend. And also, honestly, you work harder than me. You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Ty.” Bec loved him for saying that.

The next morning Bec sat at her desk, typing a response to Kris’ email.

To Kris,

Thankyou for the incredible opportunity. After careful consideration, I would be honored to accept the position. I look forward to contributing to the success of the company.

Bec hit send. She felt excited, nervous and then suddenly sick. The memory had resurfaced.

“You’re nothing” he spat at her. “Why would anyone else want you?”

“Hey. Everything alright?” Tyler tapped her on the shoulder. “You responded to her email?”

Bec nodded, pushing her feet into the ground, reminding herself of now. “I’ve accepted the position.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up. “You’re going to kill it, Bec!” He winked at her and then turned back to his laptop. Bec pushed the memory of Rob’s dark voice away as she got to work.

Friday evening rolled around. Bec, Tyler, Luis and a few other colleagues from their floor headed to the local pub. Luis brought everyone a round and they toasted to Bec. Jodie leaned in. “So, Bec, are you nervous about working so closely with Kris?” Jodie’s green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Oh no, not really.” Bec laughed as she lied and rolled osmaniye escort up her sleeves.

“Come on,” Jodie prodded.

“And pigs can fly.” added Marcus, an older marketing assistant.

“I heard she’s a bit of a control freak.” another colleague Helen chimed in. “Do you remember when she made someone cry at a quarterly review?”

“Well, she is the CEO.” Tyler pointed out. “Bosses have to be like that.”

“Am I like that?” Luis asked, feigning hurt.

“You haven’t made anyone cry yet so you’re doing great.” Helen replied, stuffing some fries into her mouth.

Bec sighed and smiled. “Maybe there’s another side to her.”

“You’re going to great, Bec.” Luis replied. “She’s tough but fair. And just so you know, she loves her pet dog. It’s a golden retriever named Hank. That might be a talking point if you ever have an awkward silence with her.”

The next week, Bec stepped into the office for her first day in the new role. The elevator ride to the top floor seemed to take forever. As she reached Kris’ office, the door was already open and she could see Kris in a trendy blue checked pantsuit waiting inside, looking over some documents.

“Good morning, Kris.” Bec said as she entered, hoping her voice didn’t shake as much as she thought it did.

Kris looked up, her blue eyes meeting Bec’s. “Ah, Rebecca. Welcome.” She gestured to the chair. “I’m sure you’re eager to get started.”

Bec took a deep breath and sat down. As they talked about what the first week would look like, Kris made it clear that there would be many late nights this week. But it would ease with time.

The office was a quieter place after sunset, Bec discovered, with the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sound of a distant phone ringing. It was here that Bec saw a gentler side to Kris. Her stern side dissipated and she talked about Hank, her furry companion who had been with her since her wife passed away.

“Daisy loves the beach.” Kris said, smiling, showing a video of Daisy leaping and splashing in the waves.

Bec couldn’t help but smile back. “My mom’s dog loves the beach too. She has to put him in a life jacket in case he swims out too far.” Kris chuckled at that which was new for Bec to hear. It was a low, warm sound.

Friday rolled around. Bec felt exhausted but accomplished. Over the past few days, Kris and Bec had taken it turns to buy each other coffee on the way in. It was Bec’s turn today, and though she wasn’t as nervous as the first day she had done it, she had still left home a bit earlier, so she could walk slower and more carefully, and avoid any spills.

“Thankyou Bec.” Kris said as Bec set it down on the table. “Do you like being called that?”

Bec realised it was the first time Kris hadn’t used her full name. “Yes, most people call me that.”

“Really? Well I feel silly.” Kris chuckled and looked down shyly. “When were you going to tell me?”

Bec felt a strange warmth in her cheeks. “Well, Kris, you’re the CEO! I was never going to tell you that!” Kris and her both laughed. It had only been a week but she felt like a friend. A friend that Bec still felt nervous around and she couldn’t put her finger on why.

As talked through what they would do today, Kris announced travel plans. “Bec, we’re going to need to go to Sydney for a week. We’ll meet with some clients and stakeholders there”

Bec nodded, trying to keep her excitement in check. “Okay, any dates in mind?”

“Next week. We’ll leave on Monday morning.”

As they discussed the logistics, Kris leaned over to grab a report from a nearby shelf, her elbow brushing against Bec’s chest in the process. The unexpected touch caused Bec to jump and she felt her cheeks burning.

“Sorry about that.” Kris mumbled, her voice soft. As she turned away, Bec noticed her cheeks were also flushed slightly.

“That’s okay. It’s the most action I’ve had in a while.”

Kris laughed.

Later in the evening, after they’d eaten dinner at the office, the lights flickered and the screens went blank. They couldn’t access their company data because the internet was out too.

“Looks like we’re out of power.” Kris said, looking annoyed. “And to think we were going to get out of here at a decent hour.”

“Well, we’ve got our laptops. We can work from my place.” Bec suggested.

“How far away sinop escort is your place?” Kris asked, putting her laptop in her bag.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Mine’s ten.” Kris replied. “Follow me in your car.”

When they arrived, Kris’ house was like a sleek, modern fortress. The outside was lined with tasteful outdoor lighting that highlighted the sharp angles and glass facade of the building. It was clear that no expense had been spared in its construction. The door was a solid slab of dark wood with a gleaming chrome handle that Bec felt a little intimidated to touch. To think that they would have gone to her modest bungalow to work!

The living room was furnished with tasteful, modern pieces. Kris let her dog Daisy inside. The dog raced up to Bec and licked her face. Bec patted the dog as he rolled over onto his belly.

“Cool house.” Bec said.

“Thanks, all of this was Viv’s idea.” Bec realised she was talking about her late wife.

Every reply Bec thought of felt awkward. “Well, she had fine taste.”

They set up their laptops at the kitchen table. They called a stakeholder overseas, whose timezone was different to theirs, and then they worked on documentation. As they worked, Bec couldn’t help but noticed the family photos on the walls. One of them showed a younger Kris with a smiling woman who Bec assumed was Viv.

“She passed seven years ago next month.” Kris said. Bec realised she had been staring.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Bec said.

Kris shrugged and didn’t look up. “It’s okay. It was leukemia.”

Bec’s felt sad. “My father passed from that too.”

Kris looked up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. The world is better off without him.” Bec replied without thinking better of it.

Kris got up and boiled the kettle.

“How do you like your tea?” she asked.

“Just black with a dash of milk.” Bec replied, watching Kris’ graceful movements around the kitchen.

When Kris placed a cup of tea next to her, she asked, “Why is the world a better place without him?”

Bec took a sip of tea. Part of her knew it was more sensible to say “it’s a long story” but part of her wanted to know how Kris would react. “He was an abuser. I walked on eggshells around him. Everytime Mum tried to leave, he’d find a way back in.”

Kris sat in her chair with a mug. “I had no idea.” she murmured. Her forehead crinkled as she stared across the room, looking emotionally wounded.

“It’s fine. It’s all in the past.” Bec said, worried she had triggered something painful for Kris.

After some silence, Bec pried. “What was your wife like, Kris?”

Kris’ blue eyes softened. “Viv was a compassionate and funny. Everything I’m not.” She half-smiled. “She was a social worker. And she was always beautiful.”

“You miss her.” Bec said quietly.

“Every day.” Kris sipped her tea. Her eyes were watery.

They worked for another half hour. And then they were finished. Bec packed up her things to leave. She thought how odd it was that only a week or so ago, she felt so intimidated by this woman. And now she had been in her home seen her nearly cry as she spoke about her late wife. As they walked out to the driveway, the cool evening air washed over them. The moon cast a soft glow over the garden.

Kris opened Bec’s car door because her hands were full. “Thank you for working late, Bec.” Her voice was softer than usual, almost vulnerable.

“No problem, Kris. We’re a team.” Bec responded, smiling gently.

And then Kris leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was gentle and tentative, the opposite of how Bec would have imagined Kris would have kissed someone. At least, before this week. Bec froze for a moment. But then she kissed Kris back, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

“I’m sorry, Bec.” Kris whispered, pulling back slightly. “I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s okay, Kris.” Bec whispered back. And she leaned in and kissed her more deeply. Bec realised this was why though Kris felt like a friend, Bec still felt nervous around her. It was attraction. Against the side of her car, Bec felt the metal cool against her back as Kris leaned into her. Their mouths lapped at each other with yearning and passion that Bec hadn’t realised was there until now. Bec’s hands found their way into Kris’s hair, feeling the softness of her strands between her fingers. Kris’s hands rested on Bec’s waist, pulling her closer.

Bec pulled away. “I should go. We’re travelling on Monday.” Bec said, knowing it would be exhausting.

“I know.” Kris said, looking into Bec’s eyes, as she stepped back. “And again, I’m sorry.”

Bec didn’t know what to say. So she silently got into her car and drove away.

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This is a work of pure fiction. It involves elements of mind control and non consensual activities that may upset some readers.

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Carla was a Spanish teacher, fifty years old and nearly as tall as any of the men in the staffroom, standing proud at 5’7”. Her skin kept an olive glow all through the year, always looking tanned and standing out in the halls—there was no doubt about her Mediterranean roots. Her hair, a sharp black bob, matched the decisive lines around her mouth and eyes, a face shaped by time and never quite soft, no matter how much she smiled. The darkness in her eyes was nearly black, and her nose arched proud above lips that so rarely relaxed. Her chest wasn’t big or small; the years had left it softer and lower, like her hips and belly, the last roundness hinting that maybe long ago she’d been an athlete. Those days were behind her. Carla had never had patience for men, and over the years, that patience turned to cold contempt—especially when she watched her bright, beautiful students wasting their youth on boys who couldn’t possibly understand them. She watched the girls with eyes as sharp as her haircut, and she always found herself drawn to the ones who seemed in need of rescue, picturing how she might open their eyes and bring them into the world she had built for herself and women like her, a place where Carla was, inevitably, the queen.

Sophie, just barely eighteen, sat up front in Carla’s advanced Spanish class. She was the sort of girl mothers want their sons to marry—blonde, small, and delicate, her features just a bit too perfect, like she’d stepped out of an ad. Sophie was every teacher’s favourite on paper: top grades, captain of the cheer team, standing tall and straight-backed with her boyfriend (who of course captained the football squad) always on her arm. She made sure everyone knew—even Carla, which grated—that she was saving herself for marriage, no exceptions. To Carla, it was a waste. She couldn’t bear the thought of such beauty tossed away on some brainless boy. If she could have her way, Sophie would forget men entirely and learn how wonderful it could be to belong to a woman who truly appreciated her. That would be Carla’s crowning achievement—a perfect, obedient girlfriend who never knew what she was missing until it was too late.

Hidden under her blouse, Carla wore an old gold pendant, cool and heavy against her chest. It was far more than an ornament; it was a family relic, hung with a stone so clear it sometimes seemed to glow. If she concentrated, she could reach out with her mind and slip inside others’ thoughts, nudging their feelings however she liked. Using it was draining—her hands would shake, her head would pound for hours after—but for the right purpose, the pain was nothing. She never wasted its power on small things. She saved it for the big ones, for moments that could change lives. Sophie, she decided, would be her next piece of art, and the best thing was, she could start right away, setting little hooks in the girl’s mind behind the safe, ordinary mask of a teacher.

***

The afternoon dragged its feet, dust motes spinning in the stale air. Carla fussed with the blackboard, churning through her lesson about past tenses—“had walked,” “had eaten”—droning on with that buttery, schoolteacher patience. Her pendant—some ugly thing her girlfriend gave her—jabbed around in her coat pocket, like even it wanted out. Her mouth kept moving, but her eyes flicked across the room, again and again, and rested—always—on Sophie, all knotted up in her seat, scrawling into her notebook like whatever she was writing could save her.

Halfway through a sentence, Sophie just stopped. Her pen stuck in midair, the blue tip shaking above the page. Some weird chill rolled through her skull, like her memories had all gone ice-cold, pulled apart and dunked in a bucket of meltwater. Everything good in her life, the boyfriend, the smiles, just started feeling off, wrong-sized, fraying at the seams for no reason she could pin down. Her boyfriend—the golden boy, blocky chin and football hero swagger, everyone’s favorite party mascot—his face felt all wrong in her head. Even yesterday’s laughter at lunch, those fake little jokes, barely thudded at the front of her chest now, instead of echoing somewhere deeper. Something ugly and wet—doubt—gnawed around her gut. Had he ever wanted her at all? Was she just window dressing for team photos? Had she made the whole thing up in her head? But the sick, sharp feeling inside wasn’t even for him—it was for herself, for falling apart about it so fast, for not managing to stitch up her insides and just get on with things.

And then, like someone yanking a cord, her panic shifted direction. Out of nowhere, Carla up at the front seemed to turn magnetic. Sophie’s gaze flipped up and got tangled somewhere in the folds of Carla’s loose blouse. There, barely hidden, were soft, heavy globes pressing against the cotton, shapes she’d never kırşehir escort before considered worth a second glance. Now she couldn’t tear her eyes away, the air sticking in her chest like she’d swallowed too fast. She’d always thought attraction was a one-way street—she loved men, that was it—but these new urges hammered at her, making her want to stare, imagine, touch even, though it made no sense. Her cheeks burned. She looked down, knuckles white on her pen, but the urge wouldn’t shift. She bit at her lip, heart stuttering, her own body now alien and demanding. A tidal wave of heat and embarrassment pinned her to her seat.

Carla, off by the window, caught everything. The corner of her mouth curled up, sly, almost taunting, while Sophie wriggled in her seat, as if ants crawled up her back—so restless, almost frightened by some foreign pulse running through her. The lunch bell shrieked and three hundred bodies lurched at once, feet and chairs scraping, everyone erupting for food or noise or the hell of movement. Carla hardly moved. She pressed two fingers to her pendant under the baggy sleeve, just keeping herself anchored while the final move lined up. She drifted an oily, jealous itch into Mark’s head—he’d been Prince Bloody Charming up to today. Then as Sophie tiptoed up, her face a question mark, he spun ‘round and snapped:
“You’re always around, Sophie, it’s suffocating. Gimme room, alright?”
Every head turned—tnot their business, but too good to pass up. Laughter slithered around the floor, ugly and shrill. Sophie, caught, tray rattling like she was about to drop it. Red stalked up her neck but rage flared in her eyes quick, all pride and salt:
“Wow, Mark. Real nice. After everything? This?”
Eyes glittering wet, mouth twisted half with hurt, half something harder. She slammed her tray—juice arcing straight onto the floor—and bolted out, heads swivelling after her, gossip already rolling in a dozen throats.

Carla hung back, a nobody with the teachers’ mob, grinning to herself. Whispered so only the air might catch it, “Boys are all the same. She could do worlds better. Anyone could see it.” There was a cold sparkle behind Carla’s eyes: busy with all the bright, wicked ways this could all end up.

End of the day. Classroom empty, air hanging still and muggy over the desks. Carla waiting at a weird angle on her desk, blouse lazily unbuttoned, hand hidden at her pendant again, keeping her nerves humming just right. Sophie drifted into the doorway, arms a knot, skirt wrinkled, still nursing the sting from before. Hollow-eyed, she just hovered.

Carla pitched her voice soft—sticky-sweet but bored, as if concern was a coat she tried on for show. “Bad day, hey? Must be rough, getting called out like that. Men never know when they’ve had enough of themselves,” she said, tone bending, dripping with a kind of lazy contempt. She leaned, blouse folding just so—knew exactly what she showed, made sure her eyes wouldn’t let Sophie look away.
She pressed with her mind—look, notice, crave, just like that.

Sophie blinked, gaze snapping to the bits of bare skin Carla let slide into view. Shame flashed—hot, stiff—but her eyes dragged back, stubborn as gravity. Her hands fidgeted down by her hips, cheeks burning. This isn’t me, she thought. Not like this, not with her. But her body paid her no mind.

Carla let her voice drop, caught on some jagged rib of amusement. “Eyes up here, darling, unless you’re so desperate you can’t help yourself.” A soft laugh, mean in its gentleness. Sophie stammered, “I—I don’t know why, Ms. Carla, honest, I just can’t—” Her mouth wouldn’t listen—her eyes kept bouncing back, pulled helpless. Carla watched, wolfish, pleased down to her bones.

Now Carla’s voice softened, nearly sweet, but Sophie could hear the steel under it. “Here’s what—come by my apartment after school, just a bit of extra help with the lesson. Wouldn’t want a smart girl like you to slip behind, all because of some silly, ungrateful boy.” Still wrung out from Mark and wrecked by all these new, twisted desires, Sophie only nodded, no words left. Carla’s look was thick with approval—she knew the girl was already past the point of resistance.

***

That evening, Sophie came to Carla’s small apartment. The apartment had heavy shelves with old books on them and dark furniture everywhere. Everything in the apartment looked serious and private, just like Carla herself. Earlier that day at school, Carla had used her pendant to put a thought in Sophie’s mind. The thought was to wear something bold and showing a lot of skin that night.

Sophie had always dressed in clothes that covered her up. She wore things that did not show much of her body. But now she was standing there at Carla’s door and…well, she had on a crop top that was really tight. It could barely hold her chest in it. And she had on this tiny denim skirt that showed most of her legs too. This was the kind of thing she would wear to some wild party with her friends, not for just visiting someone at their home. When malatya escort she stood there in Carla’s dim apartment that had books everywhere, Sophie’s bare stomach and her bare thighs…they looked really out of place.

Carla had on a tight tank top and some stretchy leggings that were showing all her curves. She looked at Sophie’s eyes with this slow look that showed she was pleased. Really pleased. It was pretty clear that Carla liked the outfit Sophie was wearing.

“Let’s start now,” Carla said in this cool voice. She was holding her pendant in her hand…squeezing it. She led Sophie over to a small table that was pushed into the corner. Once they sat down at the table, Carla stared at Sophie really hard. She used her powers to make Sophie’s eyes wander. Sophie could not control it. Her eyes moved to look at Carla’s chest. The tank top Carla had on…it showed almost everything. Sophie found that she could not look away from Carla’s chest. She tried, but she just could not do it.

Sophie’s heart started beating really fast and she began moving around in her chair. Her mind was going crazy with thoughts—she did not know why she could not stop staring at her teacher’s body like that. Carla’s lips went up in this smile that looked hungry. She then pushed another thought into Sophie’s mind. It was this weak urge to pull at her own clothes.

As if on cue, Sophie started pulling her top down and exposing more of her legs by moving her skirt up. After a while she began feeling self-conscious of how much skin she was exposing. She wanted to pull her top back up, tug her skirt down and cover herself. But her hands just wouldn’t respond. They felt heavy and useless.

Carla’s control was getting stronger and stronger over her. Sophie could feel it taking hold. And it showed on her face – the fear, the panic, the way she was completely trapped.
Carla stepped up closer, voice dropping so low it was almost like a secret. “You’re shy now?” she whispered, her arm nearly brushing Sophie. That warmth pressed close. Carla’s blue eyes ran up and down, staring at every patch of skin Sophie couldn’t hide. “Look at you, wandering around in that tiny outfit. Hoping some teacher would get an eyeful?” Her mouth curled in a mean, little smile.

Carla’s fingers closed around her own pendant. Sophie’s own hands moved straight away, tugging her top even lower, dragging her skirt higher up her thighs. Her hands seemed to belong to someone else now. Sophie’s face burned when she realised how much was uncovered, and she tried to snatch her skirt down, just for a second—but Carla caught the movement with that icy stare and froze Sophie in place. Panic jumped out in Sophie’s eyes. She didn’t understand why her arms would not move, could not pull the skirt back. She just stood there, put on display, unable to move or look away.

Carla’s smile got wider when she spotted the panic over Sophie’s face. “You really do have a lovely body, Sophie. All soft, all those sweet curves. It’s good to finally see you let it out a little,” she said, her voice smooth like honey, then almost sing-song: “Is this what you want? Showing off for another woman? Or does it just feel nice, having me watch you?”

Sophie’s cheeks went a deeper red. Carla’s teasing spun her around inside—this was not her, none of this was her, and not with her teacher. But her body would not budge, wouldn’t let her cover up, nothing but heat and shame running through her.

Carla came in even closer, her breath brushing over Sophie’s ear. “You can’t stop staring at me, can you?” Carla’s voice turned soft and taunting. She threw back her shoulders, making her own tank top pull tight over every curve. “Maybe you haven’t seen much before. Maybe you’re not as straight as you thought?”

Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, swept along by a heavy mix of shame and confusion. Still, Carla’s voice in her head was stronger than anything else—Sophie’s eyes stayed locked on Carla’s body, every muscle burning with embarrassment, every nerve screaming from being held there, utterly under Carla’s spell.

Carla’s smile grew. “Breaking up with your boyfriend at lunch… quite a scene. But Sophie, he’s not worth a thought. Boys like that never are. Forget him—he never deserved you. Why bother with men at all?” Carla’s voice sank into Sophie’s head. Her fingers tightened on the pendant. Something deep inside Sophie felt a firm push to let go of her last feelings for her ex. Sophie’s brow wrinkled. “But I—I like men, I—” she stammered. Carla put a finger on Sophie’s lips. “Shh, sweetheart. Don’t hide. Let what’s real out. Listen to your heart,” she whispered insistently. The pendant’s power seeped deeper. Doubts swirled: Had boys ever made her happy? Or was that just what she’d been told? Hadn’t something always been missing—something only a woman could give? Everything turned confusing and strange.

Sophie avoided Carla’s eyes. Her hands balled into fists. “I… I don’t know… I always thought… but now… why am I…?” she whispered shakily. The words spilled niğde escort out in pieces. Her years of believing she was straight fought desperately against the new feelings—images flashing of women, especially Carla’s confident body. Each one unsettled her. Her breath came uneven and shaky as she struggled to hold onto the familiar. But the tempting new feelings wouldn’t let go.

Carla caught that spark in her eyes when Sophie’s face started twisting up with all that confusion—the little mumbles under her breath, the way her expression kept flipping between not buying it and something pulling her in. She dropped her voice down low, making it sound all warm and inviting even though it wasn’t real. “Hey, don’t just stand there like you’re lost in the woods, Sophie. Come on over here, sit down with me. We can have a real talk,” she said, nodding at the skinny dark leather couch shoved in the corner of her place. It sat there in the dim light, so tight in the space that you could forget about personal room. With a quick little push from her mind, using that pendant tucked in her pocket, Carla got Sophie moving over without a peep, her steps all jerky and unsure, but no way she could stop herself. Sophie plopped down right on the edge, way too close to Carla, her short skirt hiking up her legs.

Carla eased back, her tight tank top pulling against her curves, and zeroed in on Sophie again through the pendant. She pushed a clear thought right into the girl’s head: any touch from Carla was going to send these buzzing thrills racing through her, cutting off any fight with sharp jolts she couldn’t shake. Sophie’s fingers fidgeted in her lap, her gaze jumping around full of doubt, but deep down she picked up on this weird shift that had just happened. Feeling good about it, Carla let her bare arm graze against Sophie’s, just skin brushing skin—like it happened by accident, but close enough that it wasn’t going anywhere.

Sophie sucked in a sharp breath, whole body tensed and buzzing the instant Carla touched her. Her shoulders jerked up—spine stiff as a pole—eyes gone wild like she’d just walked in on some terrible secret. Her hips gave a skittish wriggle, desperate for an inch of space she didn’t have. She ended up wedged right there, no way out. Carla caught the way Sophie’s blush crawled high under her skin, and under the surface that flustered confusion was quick-flipping into something hotter, something helpless and alive. Carla let herself enjoy it, this private little show, and then slipped her right hand slow onto Sophie’s bare knee, dragging fingertips in lazy rings—up, up toward soft thigh. Her left hand barely grazed Sophie’s arm, tracing from the crook of the elbow to her wrist, just light enough to leave a tingle.

Sophie’s breath stuttered; she gave a little shudder, as though some live wire had pricked her core. Logic had her shouting to shove Carla away—teacher, what is she doing, hell, why am I letting this happen—but that protest only rattled faintly out her mouth. “I—I shouldn’t… this isn’t right,” she mumbled, so quiet it all but dissolved in the air, her hands making a feeble attempt at Carla’s wrists before flopping back, limp against her own legs. Every single spot Carla touched seemed to buzz, her skin almost singing, any trace of fight melting away. It didn’t matter how fiercely she screwed her eyes shut; the shivers just kept coming.

Carla moved closer, breath hot by Sophie’s ear as she murmured, “Your skin’s so soft, Sophie. Don’t you just want to let yourself feel it?” Her fingers kept up their slow drift, tracing over the warm stretch of Sophie’s arm and bare thigh, and Carla relished the way embarrassment warred with the tremors riding through the girl’s body. Carla drank it all in, letting her hands wander, knowing every touch, every word was shaking loose whatever little bit of resistance Sophie had left.

For a second, Carla just sat there eyeing Sophie as she shook. She shifted over till their thighs pressed together, her hand moving from Sophie’s legs up to her bare stomach where the shirt had bunched up. Carla traced these slow loops around the navel, her tanned fingers popping against the pale skin. “What a great belly you’ve got, Sophie,” Carla said, her tone full of that approving vibe. “All flat and silky.” The touches—still backed by that mental nudge Carla had planted—shot a warm rush through Sophie, lighting up her core like nothing else. Sophie sucked in a breath, her stomach jumping under the hand, as these unwanted tingles spread out, her head going fuzzy, no chance to think straight or break free.

Carla cocked her head and locked those dark eyes on Sophie, not breaking the stare. “You want to touch my belly, Sophie?” she asked. Her voice came out gentle, but underneath it was basically a command. Sophie’s body went rigid right away. She wanted to pull back, hit with this disgust and fear as her mind screamed not to go there with her teacher. Her mouth started to form a no, but Carla squeezed the pendant hard and suddenly Sophie felt this heavy wave crashing over her thoughts, wiping out what she really felt. Instead of backing off, she got hit with this urge to go along. Her head bobbed in a nod, face burning up with shame. She dropped her gaze to the floor, couldn’t look Carla in the eye, a deep blush hitting her cheeks for saying yes to something that felt so twisted.

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My phone buzzed, waking me from a blissful sleep. I blinked my eyes and focussed on the screen. I quickly answered.

“Hi Meg! How are you?”

Megan’s soft, East Coast American accent floated into my ear. “Hi Anna. Are you going to be in this morning? Do you have company? Any chance I can pop round?”

I smiled and got a little thrill. There was usually only one reason Megan wanted to ‘pop round’. With a slight chuckle I said, “There’s nobody here right now. Why? Did someone wake up a little frisky this morning?”

I heard a slight laugh. “You’re a mind reader. I could take care of it myself of course but it’s always much more fulfilling with you.”

I checked the clock. It was after nine in the morning. I’d overslept. “Sure. What time? I just woke up so I haven’t even had a shower yet.”

“Temptress. I assume you slept naked as always? Stay that way and I’ll shower with you when I get there.”

I loved the idea. “I’ll be waiting, babe. Just come in, I’ll make sure the front door is unlocked.”

“God. I’m so tingling down there right now. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Really can’t wait! See you soon!”

The call disconnected and I put the phone down, walking naked out of my bedroom, down the hall into the kitchen and unlocked the front door before returning to the kitchen and starting to prepare coffee.

Megan is one of my Friends With Benefits that I had told Jacquie about before she’d become another of them. I don’t have many but they are all delightfully different. She is originally from Connecticut and she moved to the UK when her divorce had come through. She had told me she wanted to be as far away from small town gossip as possible because her ex-husband and their friends had no idea she was not only bi, but actually now leaning more towards my side of the fence. We are almost the same age, both in our mid forties.

Once the coffee was brewing, I sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island and started checking my email. A few minutes later I heard a car pull up outside and the next thing I knew, Megan was practically running through the door and up to me. She was wearing a dark blue and white polka dot mini dress with shoulder straps. Her wavy, auburn hair comes to just past her shoulders and frames her beautiful face, with her hazel eyes taking me in as she dropped her clutch bag on the counter and came up to me, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat, passion and need in her.

She eventually pulled back and I said, “And good morning to you, babe.”

She giggled. “Sorry, honey. I just had to get that out of the way. Come on, let’s get that shower.”

Without saying another word she turned her back and said, “Undo me, please?”

I took the zip and slid it down, revealing that she had no bra. This isn’t unusual for either of us. We’re both a thirty four B and rarely have to unless we’re going running or getting dolled up for an event.

She turned around and, as I slid it off her shoulders and down I said, “You don’t want to wait for coffee?”

I slid it over her waist to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her waxed mound was on full display. She smiled and said, “Sure. We can do coffee, but I want to do it naked with you. Then we can go mess around in the shower. Then on the deck. In your bedroom. Damn, you can take me here on the kitchen island before we get that far.”

I giggled. She stepped out of her dress and then we shared a long, passionate kiss, naked bodies pressed together. My own heat was palpable.

I broke the kiss and said, “Sit down, babe. Let me sort the coffee out. I’ve got a few things to catch you up on.”

She poked her tongue out playfully and said, “Meanie. You’re just determined to make me beg, aren’t you?”

I turned and started pouring the coffees and felt her hand gently stroking my bottom. I shuddered with pleasure and turned, placing her coffee in front of her, mine next to it. I sat on the stool next to her and we faced each other. Both of us had our legs slightly parted and I could see the distinct signs of her arousal. Her clit was poking out and her lips were puffy and glistening. I could feel that I was in a similar state.

We picked up our coffees and chinked them. “So, you really were keen. No panties, babe?”

“Waste of time if the first thing you were going to do was take them off and, well, it gives me an extra thrill. So what’s been happening?”

I smiled and sipped. “Um. Well, my friends with benefits list grew by one last week.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh? Anyone I know?”

I shook my head. “Don’t think so. Her name’s Jacquie.”

She got a silly grin on her face. “And what’s she like? A younger model? Do I have to go down the priority list?”

I smiled. “Actually, quite the opposite. She’s about twenty years older than us.”

Her eyebrows raised and she got a wicked grin on her face. “Oh. Interesting. Can I meet her? Maybe I can have another FWB.”

I laughed. With my free hand I reached over and gently stroked karaman escort up her soft, inner thigh. “I am her first ever woman lover, babe. We don’t want to scare her.”

She put on mock hurt but, to give the lie to it, she returned the stroke. “I’m scary? But… but I thought you liked me.”

I stroked up towards her mound and let my finger drift up between her wet lips. “You are gorgeous and not scary. Promise.”

She sighed softly, “Oh god, Anna. Let’s finish our coffee. I need that shower. Now.”

I pulled my hand back and we both drained our coffees. We simultaneously stood up and Megan kicked her shoes off. We walked together, hand in hand, to the bathroom and we both entered my large, glass shower cubicle. I switched it on and the water quickly got up to temperature.

We embraced under the powerful jets of water, our kiss was warm and passionate. I basked in the feeling of our bodies together, the water cascading over us. I reached out to the tray and retrieved the liquid soap. Pulling back I said, “Right, babe. Get ready. I am going to wash every beautiful inch of you.”

She shuddered. “And then I’m going to do the same for you. I love our showers.”

I squeezed some soap out into my hand and lathered it. She stood slightly out of the spray as I started applying it to her shoulders, her back and over her breasts, where I lingered a little, ensuring she was soaped in the crease below and took one of her very stiff nipples in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. I felt her hands in my hair, pulling me against her. As I continued to kiss her there I let my hands continue soaping over her tummy, down to her pussy. I pulled back and knelt down in front of her.

I made sure she was clean everywhere, she turned to allow me to clean her beautiful bottom and turned back as I lathered her legs and finally her feet. I stood back up and took the showerhead down, spraying it over her body, wiping gently every inch of her as I’d promised. When I got down between her legs I put the shower in pulse mode and she pushed her right leg out to the side as the beating spray hit her clit.

“Oh damn, Anna,” she moaned softly as she put her fingers in my hair.

I kept the spray concentrated on her and slid my fingers up to her soaking entrance, circling slowly before sliding my index and middle fingers in, finding her inflamed spot and applying then releasing pressure on it.

She leaned back against the wall and said, “Fuck. Perfect. Perfect. I’m so close.”

I felt her walls rhythmically squeezing and just at the last moment I let the spray drop and took her clit in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. That flipped her over the edge. She started shaking and moaning incoherently as her orgasm flowed through her.

I didn’t stop, knowing her as I do, but slowed down to let the first one subside before slightly speeding up again. Her second wave started quickly and she just let out a beautiful cry of pleasure as it carried on. I finally slowed to a stop and was rewarded with a little shudder as I withdrew my fingers.

I stood up and she finally opened her eyes, a contented smile on her face. We kissed and then she said, “That’s what I’m talking about. Oh god. Give me a minute and I will return the pleasure.”

I smiled, putting the shower head back up and turning off the pulse setting. We kissed and held each other. My heat was now intense. I’d decided I wouldn’t touch myself until Megan had touched me. I finally said, in a lust filled whisper, “Megan. Please. I need you. Please?”

She smiled and took the soap, lathering it in her hands before applying it to my neck, shoulders and down over my breasts where she mirrored what I had done to her. I felt her fingers on my clit, stroking gently, and I felt the electric passage straight down from my breasts, joining her fingers in making my clit throb needily.

Then she had me turn around and place my hands against the glass, leaning slightly with my legs apart. I felt her hands lathering down my back, between the cheeks of my bottom, down my thighs.

“Stay there.” She said as she got the shower head and started spraying me down. When she reached the bottom she placed it facing up, once she’d got it playing on my clit she set it to pulse once more. I moaned as I felt everything rush through me. Next I felt her fingers at my entrance and two of them slid in easily. I felt her touch on my spot inside and she started the rhythmic pressure. I took one hand off the wall and cupped my left breast, squeezing my nipple as the pleasure built inside me. This was enough to start a more rapid ascent to my first orgasm of the day.

I cried out, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes. Faster.” I felt her fingers speed up inside me and that was all it took. It started both inside and out then spread through me, down through my legs, up through my tummy and breasts, flushing my neck and out through my arms and hands. It was beautiful but Megan wasn’t finished. kars escort She pulled her fingers out and then I felt a third being added, stretching me a little more. This resulted in my second orgasm starting before my first had fully subsided. The spray went away and I felt the fingers of her other hand on my clit, stroking side to side just on my hood. My orgasm rose so rapidly I nearly stumbled and fell. It wasn’t centred like the first one. It seemed to be everywhere, inside me and out. My skin was sensitised to the point that, as I was coming, she kissed my left bum cheek and it sent me into more floods of pleasure.

As I was coming down Megan withdrew her fingers and stood up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her breasts into my back.

I was barely aware for a few moments but I heard her whisper in my ear, “That was so, so good.”

She kissed my neck and I finally had the wherewithal to turn around and return the kiss, our arms around each other, hers beneath mine.

“Let’s finish up and go play outside,” she said.

I kissed her and said, “Gladly.”

She picked up the shower head, switched off pulse mode, and washed the remaining little bits of soap off me. I took it from her and did the same, finally switching it off. We stepped out onto the bath mat and I got towels. We dried each other and then headed to the bedroom where we brushed each others’ hair. As we were just finishing and heading through to the kitchen I heard my phone ring.

“Give me a moment, babe. Just check if it’s something important.”

I skipped quickly back to my bedroom and picked up the phone. The caller ID said it was Jacquie.

I quickly answered, “Hi Jacquie! How are things?”

I saw Megan in the doorway, a smile on her face, her eyebrows raised.

“Oh hi, Anna. I was wondering if you were busy today?”

I paused for a moment, looking over to Megan. “Well, I’ve got a friend round at the moment.”

Megan walked over and said loudly, “Hi Jacquie! Anna’s told me all about you. I’d love to meet you.”

I tried to shush her but it was too late. Jacquie said, “I’d love to meet a friend of yours. I suppose anything else is off the table for today though?”

‘How is this happening?’ I thought to myself. Out loud I said, “Probably. Maybe later?”

There was a pause and Jacquie had obviously put two and two together. “Is she another of your FWBs? I don’t mind, pet, I don’t have a unique reserve on you, I know that.”

I drew a breath. “Yes, she is.”

“Oh no! Did I interrupt something? Oh… god. Just the thought of it is making me tingle, Anna. Just so you know.”

I chuckled. “Well, hun, we were about to go out onto the deck.”

I heard the desire in her voice as she said, “And is she like you? She likes to be naked everywhere?”

As she asked this I felt Megan’s touch on my breast and I tried to suppress a sigh of pleasure. “Yes. She is.”

“Oh fuck. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall. Well, I guess I’ll just have to sit at home and please myself thinking of you. Sorry to intrude, Anna. Have a wonderful day.”

“Jacquie, don’t go.” I looked at Megan, “Would you really like to meet her, babe?”

She smiled and indicated I should hand her the phone. Instead I put it on speaker. “Jacquie hun, you’re on speaker phone, is that okay?”

She replied quickly. “That’s fine. Um… hello?”

Megan smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Jacquie. I’m Megan. Anna’s usually very careful to keep her fuck buddies apart.”

Jacquie said, “Oh. You’re American. How very exotic. Hi Megan. Lovely to talk to you.”

Megan smiled into my eyes. She looked a little mischievous. “So how about you come round and we meet in person? I want to see what my competition’s like.”

I swallowed. This could be really bad. But Jacquie quickly replied. “You bet! Is that okay Anna?”

I looked at Megan and said, “Well, if you’re both sure. Give us a little while. We need to get dressed.”

Jacquie chuckled and said, “Do you remember that time you greeted me naked, Anna? Why bother?”

Wow. She really had opened up since our first time. I raised a questioning eyebrow to Megan who said, “That sounds like fun! Okay Jacquie. I mean, Anna and I have seen each other naked, you’ve seen Anna naked I assume, so the only pleasant surprises will be for me and you.”

Jacquie let out a soft chuckle. “I’m not coming over naked, if that’s what you mean, Megan.”

“Fair enough,” Megan said quietly. I really felt this had completely spiralled out of my control.

Jacquie said, “Anna… I bought a new dress that I thought I’d wear for you the next time we saw each other. Is it okay if I wear it? It’s an unusual style for me and I’d appreciate your thoughts.”

I was intrigued. She’d shopped explicitly with our next lovemaking in mind once more. “That sounds wonderful. We’d love to see it, wouldn’t we, Meg?,” I said.

Megan nodded. “You got that right. Hope kıbrıs escort it’s super sexy.”

Jacquie chuckled. “You’ll see. See you in about twenty minutes! I’m so excited.”

The call disconnected and I looked at Megan, an eyebrow raised. “You’re sure about this?”

With a twinkle in her eyes she said, “Mmm. Very sure. I’ve never had a threesome.”

I felt a tingle between my legs as I imagined the three of us together. I reached out and pulled her towards me. Our arms wrapped around each other and we kissed deeply and passionately. When we broke the kiss she said, “Come on. Let’s go and wait for her. Will she just walk in? Where should we be?”

I thought for a second. “No, she’ll knock. I’ll greet her at the door. You stay in the kitchen.”

“Oh god. Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen then. Maybe get some more coffee going?”

We went through and I started preparing everything, rinsing out our mugs and adding one for Jacquie, all as Megan stroked me deliciously on my neck, my back, my breasts. All the while we talked about Jacquie. I was both nervous and excited about what was about to unfold.

At one point I turned and, after placing a soft kiss on her lips, said, “Tread a little lightly with Jacquie, babe. She has a little negative body image going on. It’s not warranted, she’s beautiful, but just thought I should warn you.”

She smiled and returned my kiss. “I promise not to tease her. That won’t stop me teasing you, though.”

I smiled back. Just as I was pushing down the plunger in the cafetiere we heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, followed by a car door and then the ring of the bell.

I turned to Megan. “Ready, babe?”

She smiled and, with genuine enthusiasm, said, “You bet!”

I walked down the small hallway and opened the door. What she was wearing really surprised me. It was a delicious light and dark, random thin vertical striped, light and dark chocolate coloured, long sleeved dress that only just reached mid-thigh. It billowed beautifully over her figure. Her pixie cut salt and pepper hair framed her beaming but slightly nervous looking face. I noticed she was wearing cream slip on flats.

I stood back and said, “Wow, hun. I don’t think I’ve even seen you in a mini before. You look fabulous.” I gestured. “Come on in and meet Megan.”

I watched her spend a moment staring past me at Megan, still sitting on a stool, and then we walked through to the kitchen.

Jacquie held out her right hand to shake and Megan laughed, taking it in her left hand standing up and saying, “I think, in the circumstances we can dispense with such formality, Jacquie. It’s lovely to meet you and I already love what I see.”

With that she pulled Jacquie into an embrace and kissed her softly on the lips. It was at this point I noticed that the back of her dress was almost completely open, down to just above her bum, which also told me she was braless. Jacquie reacted first with a look of shock and then one of acceptance and finally pleasure as the kiss extended a little.

I coughed. “If you two have ‘introduced’ each other sufficiently…?”

Jacquie blushed and pulled back. “Sorry Anna. Um. Lovely to meet you Megan. You’re only the second woman I’ve ever kissed that way and… it was lovely.”

Megan waggled her eyebrows at me. “You’ve got competition, Anna.”

I smiled. “Now, let’s have a coffee. It’s freshly brewed.”

Jacquie swallowed and said, “Um. So you like the dress? Be honest. And I have to say, even in such a short dress, I feel a little overdressed in your company.”

Megan placed a gentle peck on Jacquie’s lips and said, “It looks fabulous, Jacquie. It really suits you. I can’t wait to see what it’s hiding though.”

I playfully punched Megan’s arm. “Meg! Stop it. You’re going to scare her.”

Jacquie smiled and said, “I don’t think I’m that easily frightened Anna and I’m looking forward to being unwrapped and revealed, even if my body isn’t as toned as yours, Megan.”

Megan said, “Don’t be silly. I can already tell I’m going to love every inch of you.”

Jacquie blushed but, showing once again how far she’d come, she replied, “And I’m going to love showing you.”

“Right,” I injected, “Let’s have that coffee and then we can unwrap you.”

Megan looked into Jacquie’s eyes and raised her eyebrows. “She’s been a complete meanie like this all morning, Jacquie. Made me drink coffee before we could shower.”

Jacquie giggled and then noticed Megan’s dress and shoes on the kitchen floor. “So when you undress me I have to abandon my new dress with yours in a pile here?”

I took her hand and pulled her into a soft lingering kiss. Pulling back I said, “I think we’ll undress you in the bedroom and make sure it doesn’t get crumpled.”

She shuddered. “Mmmm. Can’t wait.”

I started pouring coffee. When I turned to put the mugs on the table I saw Megan and Jacquie, sitting on stools next to each other, kissing softly.

“Hey, you two, wait for me!” I placed our coffee mugs on the island and sat opposite them.

As we sipped our drinks Jacquie said, “This feels surreal. I’m sitting at your kitchen table, fully clothed, with two beautiful young women who are… naked. I have to tell you it’s having a distinct effect on me.”

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I met Anji at the gym my boyfriend goes to.

She is 5’9″. Short black hair, big brown eyes. Always smiling. Since meeting her, I couldnt get her out of my mind. I would talk to her after every class. She came to NYC a few years ago with her fiancee. It was something that would help them get out of their funk.

It was supposed to be a quick dinner after a workout class. Then one glass of wine turned into two, then three. Before I knew it, she suggested getting a bottle and hang out at home.

As soon as we got to my apartment, she walked up close to me. Her being half a foot taller than me, she towered over me. Smiling down at me. Anji grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

Both of us are still hot and sweaty from the workout and wine. Once she broke the kiss, she suggested we go shower to clean off. I looked into her eyes and nodded yes.

Once in the bathroom, she grabbed my top and pulled it off. Kissing me right after. She then turned kilis escort to run the shower. I removed my shorts and stood naked in front of her. Anji started taking off her clothes, she directed me to get in the shower.

Feeling the warm water hit my skin was heaven. Anji stepped in the tub behind me. Her hands caressed my body, then cupped my small breasts. She started kissing my neck. Playing with my nipples, feeling her hands and water all over me. I nearly came from excitement.

Anji grabbed me and turned so she had the water to her back. It was my turn to explore her body. She let my hand find every part of her. As my hands made my way down, so did my body. She went to turn off the water while I kneeled in front of her. She lifted her leg up so my mouth had an easier access to her hot pussy.

She tasted amazing. I traced her lips with my tongue. Licking then sucking her clit. My finger easily goes in and out her pussy. kırklareli escort Anji’s hands grabbing my head, pulling my hair. Holding my face closer and closer to her pussy while she climaxed. I felt her body explode with pleasure, Tasting her wetness, feeling her heat and body pulse.

I stood up to kiss her. Both of us, wet, hot and horny. We quickly dried off and made our way to the bedroom. Anji picks me up and pushes me onto the bed, she comes on top of me. Pushing me down, she kissed my chest and made her way down to my navel, then my thighs. She starts licking and sucking. I run my hands all over her head.She licks, fingers and sucks my pussy. I cum from her expert tonge.

She crawls up to me, I taste my juice on her lips. Anji rested next to me. With her arms holding me. I got lost in the moment. She told me about her issues with her fiance, how he is not exciting her anymore. It was like, once she said yes, karabük escort he stopped trying in the relationship. She had always been bi. She loved being with women. Since her engagement, she wasn’t able to enjoy another girl.

She was surprised at how comfortable I was with another woman. This wasn’t my first rodeo afterall. My boyfriend and I are both bi. We met at pride a party a few years back. Him being 6ft, with a toned golden brown body and full head of hair, he looked like a work of art.

I heard him come inside the apartment. Anji sat up with fear. I quickly reached out to calm her down. It was then I heard another voice. It was my boyfriend and the other man.I got up to greet them.

Walking out the room I saw Richie, my boyfriend embracing a shorter slim asian twink. They broke their kiss and turned to look at me. With a smile on my face, I told them to carry on. The twink looked at me and introduced himself.

Jason was slim and pretty. Coming from Thailand, he had feminine features, big lips, high cheekbones, and immaculate eyebrows. Short hair. Slim waist and a cute little ass. I could tell, he was Richie’s type.

It was then Anji came out of the bedroom. Richie and I both laughed. Looks like we had similar ideas for the night.

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THE PARTY

It was Saturday, the day of the Halloween party, but still, Tracie and I could barely speak to each other. I focused on running last-minute errands like getting ice and cups for the punch, cans of soda, some hot food, and marshmallows to roast around the bonfire.

When I got home with all that, my stepdaughter approached me.

She was tense. I was tense.

“Mom, thanks for all the work you’ve been doing for tonight.”

I nodded. “You’re welcome.”

She bit her lip nervously. “I don’t want this party to start with us hating each other.”

“Tracie, we don’t hate each other, do we?”

“Of course not.” Her eyes searched mine. “We love each other.”

Her words sounded loaded. I swallowed and nodded, then turned my attention to the supplies I’d brought in. I handed Tracie a bag of plastic cups and said, “Can you put these over by where we’re putting the punch bowl? And there is some more soda in the car, if you could bring that in?”

As she took the bag of cups with one hand, Tracie took hold of my wrist with her other. She said, “Mom.”

I was afraid of whatever she was going to say, but I couldn’t escape it. I looked at her.

She set the bag of cups down, and took my hand in both of hers.

It was hard standing there face-to-face with her. I said, “Honey, there’s no way we can resolve everything before the party starts. Let’s just get through tonight, and then…”

“No, Mom, I don’t want to ‘just get through’ tonight. Can we talk for a second?”

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and listened.

She said, “Ever since I can remember, you’ve always thrown these great Halloween parties for me and my friends…”

“Well, not last year,” I said, focusing on the negative.

Tracie ignored that and went on. “I know it’s one of the many ways you’ve always shown how much you love me.”

I shrugged. “It’s a holiday. I tried to make it fun.”

“You always did. Even this year, when I told my friends we were doing it again, they were all excited because your Halloween parties have always been the best.”

I took another deep breath and blew it out, trying to stay calm. “Well I loved doing it Tracie, and I’m glad you and your friends enjoy it. But we should really finish getting-“

“Mom, please look at me.”

I did, and the earnestness in my daughter’s eyes made me even more nervous.

She said, “Everything that’s happened, I know it’s been crazy…”

“Honey, can we please not talk about this now?”

“I know it’s been crazy, Mom, but the other night, it just showed-“

“Tracie,” I blurted, “it just showed what I deep sleeper I am, and how someone can have a dream and not know what’s really happening.” I tried to take my hand back from Tracie’s but she wouldn’t let go. Her lips pursed into a tight frown.

“Mom, please just let me say this before this party starts.”

I expressed what little defiance I could as we stood there, my stepdaughter holding my hand. I wanted to run away from this conversation, but I couldn’t.

Tracie said, “Can you please, Mom, please let go of all your fears and worries about what’s right and wrong or whatever, just for a minute? And can you think about how, after all these years of great Halloween parties you’ve thrown for me since I was a little kid, how tonight could be the best night ever? How we could enjoy this party with fun and friends, and costumes and treats and music, and after, when everyone is gone, we can love each other the way we both deserve?”

My heart was pounding with fight-or-flight adrenaline. I yanked my hand away from my daughter’s. “I can’t, Tracie. I just can’t.” I was humiliated by the desperation in my voice.

In the space of two seconds, Tracie’s face appeared to switch from frustration, to deep sadness, to a firm stoicism tinged with simmering anger. She said with a robotic steadiness that disturbed me, “Fine. But I’m going to have some fun tonight.”

I sounded shaky and pathetic as I said, “Th- That’s all I want.”

Tracie solemnly closed her eyes and I could only imagine what was going through her head. I stood frozen, watching and wondering. She took in a slow, controlled breath. As she deliberately exhaled through her nose, an unreadable, impassive expression came over her face, hiding whatever was going on inside.

She slowly opened her eyes, and said flatly, “When we get in our costumes, do you still want to help me with van escort my whiskers?”

That should have made me smile. It should have been a highlight of the Halloween fun. Instead, I wanted to cry. I took a deep, uneven breath. “Of- Of course.”

In the last hour before we expected her friends to start arriving, my daughter and I got into our costumes.

For myself, I had a 1980s aerobics instructor getup – a shiny silver unitard, with a bright pink tank top and cyan athletic shorts. Plus, I had a pair of rainbow-colored leg-warmers and a thick yellow headband to top it all off. Just days before, Tracie and I had laughed and had so much fun shopping online for those things. Now, though, as I adjusted the headband in my bedroom mirror, the outfit did little to cheer me up.

Tracie arrived at my bedroom door, and when I turned to look, I gasped. There was no denying her black-clad figure looked amazing, but I couldn’t escape my motherly concern. “Modest” was not the word for the costume – the bodysuit was like a second skin – with nothing else but the belt, tail, and pussycat ears. She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wondered if she was even wearing panties. But I held my tongue. The last thing I wanted to do was argue with her about anything, with a bunch of guests on their way.

She held up an eyeliner pencil. She had come to me to help her with her cat face makeup. I knew she could have done it herself – she had already painted on eyeliner in a dramatic, winged-out cat-eye like some sexy comic book villain – so it felt like a peace offering that she still wanted me to help her.

I nodded. She walked over to me and when she handed me the pencil, I saw her sharp, black fingernails, like claws.

I tried to be polite. I cleared my throat and said, “You look really good.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Neither of us could even fake a smile.

She held her perfect, young face still for me and closed her black-painted eyes. As I prepared to draw on her cat whiskers, the heat of her body felt both magnetic and frightening. Her beauty nearly brought me to tears.

To be so close to my stepdaughter’s face, after what had happened in my bed a few nights before, it was difficult to keep my hand from trembling, especially when her eyes opened. Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked away, focusing exclusively on her lower face. Even that was hard, being so close to her beautiful lips.

I tried to suppress all the feelings inside me while I drew a black spot on the tip of Tracie’s nose, and some dots and lines on her cheeks for whiskers. “Okay, that should do,” I said.

She looked in a mirror, nodded, and said, “Yeah. Thanks.”

She sounded like she was at a funeral. It nearly brought me to tears that we couldn’t enjoy ourselves more.

Our life together had been such a roller coaster over the last couple years. I loved my girl more than anything, but everything had been so crazy after I ruined it all with my drinking. Since then, the ups and downs had felt non-stop. At times, I felt closer to Tracie than ever – and some of those times, definitely too close – and at other times, I feared we were destroyed as mother and daughter. The crazy cycle kept happening. Deep down, I was terrified it would never stop, but only get worse, and maybe the only way to stop it was to separate completely. But to lose my Tracie? I’d rather die! But at that moment, being near her just hurt.

I hated that I wanted her friends to arrive, just to break the tension of us being alone together. It all felt wrong.

The night started to darken, bringing life to the Halloween lights and decorations. I thanked god for the distraction as the house finally began filling with guests. They were mostly Tracie’s teammates, plus some other female friends, and a handful of boys. Most of their faces were familiar, but some took me a minute to recognize, either because of their costume makeup, or because they had grown up so much since the last time I’d seen them.

Most of the girls arrived looking like they were competing for sexiest Halloween outfit. I would be keeping my eye on the boys to make sure they didn’t get out of line.

I was prepared to be busy all night, keeping the food table stocked, keeping the bowl of “monster punch” full (complete with gummy candy eyeballs floating in it), and cleaning up as the party went on. I was glad to have lots to yalova escort do, to keep myself from thinking about my beautiful bird-angel dream that had turned out to be a waking nightmare.

Tracie was playing music from her phone on the little speaker she had used for sunbathing the summer before. She had mentioned that a friend was coming to run music for the party, but apparently, they hadn’t shown up yet.

Speaking of summer sunbathing, I was a bit surprised when Mackenzie McClintock showed up with a few of the other volleyball girls. I kept a close eye on her, too. When Mackenzie saw me looking at her, she gave me a quick, sheepish smile. She and Tracie interacted a little bit, politely, but Mackenzie didn’t stay long. I guess she felt she needed to make an appearance as co-captain with Tracie on the volleyball team. I was glad to see her leave. One crisis averted.

A couple hours into the evening, I was cleaning up some used dessert plates and empty soda cans when I saw my stepdaughter letting someone in the front door. It was a boy with a full-head rubber mask on, one of those disgusting gory kinds, who had made no further effort whatsoever to dress up.

Almost immediately upon entering, he pulled off his mask, and it was Raymond, her supposedly “ex” boyfriend. I crushed a soda can in my hand.

Tracie noticed me glaring at him. With a stern look, she hurried over to talk to me. She took me by the arm and guided me to the far end of the kitchen, away from the party-goers.

I couldn’t hold my tongue. “What is he doing here, Tracie?”

“I invited him, Mom. He’s going to deejay.”

“With what? Does he have any equipment or anything? Did he think about maybe showing up two hours ago?”

“Mom-“

“Let me guess. He doesn’t have any equipment. He’s not going to play any damn music. The only reason he’s here is he wants to get in your pants again.”

“Mom, just stop talking. I’m not having this conversation with you now. It’s my party, I invited him, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

My daughter and I stared hard at each other. My heart was pumping with anger.

Finally, I blinked and took in a deep breath. I decided I wouldn’t make a scene. But I quietly said, “Girl, I just pray you’re not going to make a fool of yourself for this guy again. That’s all I’m going to say.”

She squinted at me, her nostrils flaring. She put her mouth to my ear and said, “Well I’m done making a fool of myself for you.” She shot me a last glare and walked away to rejoin her friends.

As the party went on, my stepdaughter and I avoided each other, and Raymond knew enough to keep out of my way. Like I expected, he never did set up any deejay equipment or anything, though he did take over the playlist running on Tracie’s phone. I don’t know what the other kids thought about the heavy hip-hop music he started playing, but I hated it, almost as much as I hated Raymond himself.

Mainly out of stubbornness, I endured the music and I kept playing my role as hostess. Part of me wanted to just give up on the whole evening and lock myself in my room. But I wasn’t going to leave Raymond alone with my girl.

Sure enough, a little while later, while I was bringing some more cupcakes to the food table, I caught a glimpse of Raymond trying to kiss Tracie. From what I could tell, she was trying to humor him with a little kiss back, but of course, he was trying to get more. His sleazy hands groped her, right in front of her friends. She was obviously embarrassed but tried to laugh it off.

I wanted so badly to get a baseball bat and take care of Raymond once and for all. My fury was getting so intense, I knew if I didn’t do something to calm myself down, I would end up making a scene – maybe not with a baseball bat, but it would be loud and memorable. And Tracie would never forgive me.

Just then, I saw a couple boys lingering by the big bowl of monster punch. One of them had a metal flask, and the other was telling him to pour it in the bowl.

I stepped up and said, “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, um, we weren’t gonna,” said the boy with the flask.

I said, “Yeah, I know you weren’t gonna. Give me that.” I held out my hand for the flask.

The boys looked at each other.

I said, “Neither one of you are old enough to drink. Give it to me now and I won’t call your parents, or the cops.”

The flask appeared in my çorlu escort hand and the boys moved off to another part of the party.

I looked again toward Tracie, who had Raymond’s lazy, no-good arm around her. He looked drunk or high. It was like looking at the beauty and the beast. He reached for her boob like it was a big joke and she batted his hand away, but stayed next to him.

I cursed him under my breath for degrading my daughter. But it was her choice too. I grabbed a cup of punch and went to the kitchen. If I saw Raymond touching her for one more second, I would lose it. I was so mad, I was shaking.

I went to the sink to pour the flask down the drain, not knowing how I was going to get through the rest of the party.

Then, I saw what was in my hands: all the ingredients for a monster punch cocktail. No one was watching. I poured out half the punch, and filled the cup back up from the flask.

I took a deep breath, reconsidering. But then I heard Raymond shout out some obnoxious, foul-mouthed comment, and anger made the decision for me. It tasted like cheap whiskey. But good enough to take the edge off.

I drank the whole cup down in seconds, and for good measure, drank another half-cup of straight whiskey.

It had been a long time. The alcohol went straight to my head. And sure enough, the edge smoothed right out. Over the next half hour of tending to the party and avoiding Tracie and Raymond, I drained the entire flask.

As it turned out, that was a terrible, terrible idea.

The night went on and the kids were having fun. I was feeling quite good myself. What I was feeling was the whiskey. I told myself I deserved it, for putting up with Raymond and his loud, ugly music in my house.

My nerves were tested when I caught another glimpse of him and Tracie together, and I could see they were already arguing about something. My anger flashed hot, but respecting my stepdaughter’s right to make her own mistakes – and respecting that she still had blackmail on me – I walked away from the urge to jump that pimple-faced Raymond prick and strangle him. Hopefully, Tracie would learn her lesson quickly that a dog never stops being a dog.

I decided to get some fresh air. I put on a jacket over my aerobics costume and went out to the backyard. I figured it was time to get a little bonfire going for the kids.

It was good for me to get outside, away from the teenage drama, and into the cool, dark October night. I took a few minutes to just sit in a folding chair by the fire pit. I breathed in the chill air, and enjoyed the first buzz of alcohol I’d had in quite some time. Then I worked on getting the fire ready to light. Tipsy as I was, it wasn’t so easy.

Who was I kidding? While I fussed with kindling, I couldn’t stop getting more upset about Tracie in there, making a fool of herself for that trash Raymond. With a growl, I snapped a stick in half. I stood up with a wobble, and walked toward the house to look through the windows.

I saw my daughter crying.

Something snapped in me like a dry stick.

The next thing I knew, I was streaking into the house straight toward Tracie and Raymond. I heard him calling her a “slut.”

Next was a jumble: I tackled Raymond, beating and scratching the hell out of him. A crowd of teenagers were shouting and screaming around my attack.

Raymond stood no chance against me. He was a skinny wimp, and I was in a full mama-bear rage. Plus, my aerobics costume was great for kicking butt! He wailed like a little girl as I kicked him in the nuts and punched and slapped him in his pimply face.

Tracie shrieked, “Mom! Oh my god, Mom, stop!” She pulled me off him.

Raymond scrambled across the floor to escape me, knocking over a chair. He yelled insults at me, but the only reason he was able to get up onto his feet was because my stepdaughter was holding me back.

There was lots of yelling and name-calling between us, while the obnoxious music kept pounding. Half of the kids took off, the other half circled around to watch.

I said to Raymond, “Get out of here before I kill you, you little piece of shit! And don’t you ever even speak to my daughter again!”

Bent over and holding his wounded face, he said to Tracie, “Your mother’s crazy! You’re both crazy fucking bitches!”

I lunged at him, yelling for his blood, and getting another good kick in his groin. He screamed in pain and fear.

Tracie regained her hold on me and pulled me back from him. She shouted, “Everybody get out! Just go! Party’s over!”

A couple of her friends helped herd everyone out, and within two minutes, the house was empty and the last guest slammed the door as they left.

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My name is Sarah and I have been sharing my developing sexual adventure with you. In the previous chapters I have covered losing my virginity, a discovery of a liking for exhibitionism and having a threesome with another man and being re-united with an old school friend. This chapter follows on immediately from the last one.

Chapter. Friends Re-United Part 2.

I awoke and was a bit dis-orientated, had I dreamt about the amazing sex that I had with Gemma yesterday as she was nowhere to be seen? I quickly realised that I hadn’t been dreaming, first, I was in Gemma’s bed, second, I was stark naked and third the bed stank of sex!

Gemma appeared in the doorway with 2 mugs of tea and some biscuits wearing an indecently short dressing gown that only just covered her bum. “Good morning sleepy” she said, “I thought that you could use a cup of tea.” Thanks,” I replied, “I could definitely do with a drink.” It was all that pussy juice you consumed last night,” she laughed, “definitely makes you in need of tea.”

As she sat on the bed her legs parted slightly and I was treated to a glimpse of her gorgeous pussy that I had licked so fervently, “if you sit like that I am going to need a lot more tea,” I said grinning, “You are a fine one,” she replied “that duvet has dropped below your boobs and they look good enough to nibble on.” I looked down and sure enough, the duvet had dropped and my breasts were on full display, I swallowed my tea and removed the duvet entirely. “Nibble away,” I invited her. In a flash her dressing gown was off, and she had latched onto my left nipple with her mouth whilst her hand tweaked my right one. “Oh, that is good,” I murmured, “don’t you dare stop.” Her right hand slowly traced its way down my abdomen and started caressing my pubes before tracing a line either side of my labia, never quite making contact with my slit which was already awash with my juices.

“Would madam care to try a 69 with me?” she asked playfully.

“Madam most certainly would,” I replied.

“You get on top and you can control things a bit more,” she instructed me.

I did just that, lowering my soaking pussy onto her eager mouth and felt her nibbling on my clit whilst inserting a finger into my vagina and hooking it to reach my g-spot. I leaned forwards and ran my tongue from her clit to her vagina, probing her as if fucking her with my tongue. “You really have got the most perfect cunt,” I told her. “Mmmm I don’t normally like that word but coming from you it sounds good, so use it any time you like” said Gemma.

“I am going to fuck your cunt with my tongue and fingers until you scream,” I told her “and then I am going to do the same with your bum.”

“Yes, fuck my cunt and my arse with your tongue and fingers, make me yours, make me cum all over you!”

I buried my face into her pussy again, sliding my tongue along the length of her slit whilst she continued to lick and finger my own pussy. I pressed my thumb into her vagina and a finger into her bum hole, massaging the membrane between her vagina and rectum.

“OH FUCK!!!” she screamed as her orgasm hit her like an express train and my face was covered in her juices as she once again squirted during her climax. My own orgasm wasn’t far away and just as I was about to hit it, Gemma inserted a finger into my anus and that triggered my own enormous climax.

“I think that we need to change the bed!” I managed to say once we had both started to return to normal. Gemma agreed that was a definite requirement but suggested we have a shower first. “Then I can actually live out that fantasy I had of you in the showers at school,” she explained.

Fortunately, her shower was large enough for 2 and we proceeded to give each other a very intimate soaping which inevitably led to more sex and this time Gemma got me to bend over slightly whilst she knelt behind me and pushed her tongue past my sphincter and into my bum, I was in heaven.

“What would you like to do today?” Gemma asked as we ate breakfast, “apart from the obvious!”

“I would like to go and see my Mum, and I want you to come with me. I want her to know that I have fallen in love, and I want to tell her in person that it is with you.”

“I would love to,” Gemma said “your Mum was always so nice to me. What about your Dad?”

I should explain that my Mum and Dad divorced a couple of years ago after she found out that he was shagging his secretary, God what a cliché. Whilst Mum was very open about sex and sexuality, Dad was far more concerned about his reputation at the golf club if it was discovered that his daughter was a lesbian.

“We will leave him for now, let him be in ignorance with his bimbo.”

I picked up the phone and dialled Mum’s number.

“Hi Mum.” I said, “how are you?”

“I am fine thanks darling, you sound bright and breezy, everything OK?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, “I was thinking of coming to see you today if that is OK?”

“Of course it is, it will be lovely to see you. Are you going to trabzon escort stay over, I could do a roast dinner tomorrow?”

That would be lovely Mum, is it OK if I bring someone with me?”

Of course, a new young man?”

“No, it is my flat-mate Gemma.”

“It will be lovely to see her again, I will make up the spare room, see you later!”

Before I could say not to bother, the phone went dead.

“Well you did say that you wanted to tell her in person,” said Gemma.

We put our overnight bags into my car and set off for Exeter, where Mum had moved back to after the divorce, arriving just in time for lunch.

Mum met us as we got out of the car and after giving me a huge hug went to greet Gemma, How lovely to see you again Gemma,” she said, “Sarah has told me what a great support you were when she split up with David.”

“it was my pleasure to look after her Mrs Ealing.”

“Oh please, Mrs Ealing makes me sound ancient, please call me Sally. Now, Sarah, your room is ready, I just need to complete getting the spare room ready for Gemma.”

“Actually, that won’t be necessary,” I said, taking hold of Gemma’s hand and leaning over to give her an affectionate kiss, “that is why we came to see you, to let you know that Gemma and I are now an item.”

“Oh, that is wonderful news, you make such a gorgeous looking couple,” said Mum and then giggled, “I can’t wait until you tell your father, he will be livid, can I watch when you tell him?”

“MUM!” I said and then dissolved into a fit of giggles as well.

We spent the afternoon chatting and catching up, Gemma suggested that Mum might like to come and stay with us in Bath for a weekend which she said that she would love to. “In that case,” I said, “I am going to treat you to a fitting at The Boudoir, it will do wonders for your self-confidence Mum.” I explained about the fitting process and detected that my mum was getting aroused by the idea!

We went to the local pub for something to eat that evening and as we got back to the house, Mum said “Now listen you two, you are young and obviously very much in love. If you want to have sex whilst you are here, you are to go ahead and enjoy yourselves, don’t worry about me hearing you, I might be a bit jealous, but I will be happy knowing that you are happy”. With that she turned and headed for her room.

“It sounds as if we have been given permission to make some noise tonight,” said Gemma.

“It does indeed, we had better not disappoint her then, had we.” I replied.

We undressed each other, kissing hungrily, Gemma pushed me onto the bed when we were both naked and got into a scissor position so that our pussies were rubbing against one another. “I hope you enjoy this,” she said as she proceeded to grind her pussy against mine. Soon the air was filled with the sounds of both our pussies slurping against one another and our mutual moans of pleasure.

“How does it feel to be having lesbian sex with your mother next door listening to us?” Gemma asked.

That was too much for me, my orgasm rushed through me and for the first time in my life I let out a little squirt of juice as I came, Gemma wasn’t far behind me, and we both cried out as we were overwhelmed by both the physical act and the situation. We then cuddled up and slept soundly, only awaking when mum appeared the next morning with tea for both of us. I hastily re-arranged the duvet over Gemma’s still slumbering body as she was showing off more than perhaps she should have been. “Don’t worry about that,” said mum, “we are all girls together, all have the same bits, well sort of the same. I am so pleased that you obviously had a good night last night, I had to make do with my battery operated friend but it is better than nothing.”

“MUM, I am shocked, I have always known you to be open about sex, but you have never said anything like that to me before!”

“Since your father left, I have been pretty frustrated, physically. I don’t feel ready to try dating just yet but sometimes a woman needs a damn good seeing to and my “friend” provides that.”

“I am so pleased that we can be open about sex,” I said, “sex with Gemma has blown my mind, I have never known anything like it.”

“So I heard last night, I am truly happy that you have found the right person for you, I only ever wanted you to be happy and fulfilled, whether it was with a man or a woman.”

“You are the most amazing mum in the world.” I told her as we hugged which was a bit disconcerting as my bare boobs were pressed up against hers which were only covered by a thin nightie and I could feel her hard nipples against mine. She then she slid both of her hands down my back and onto my bare bum and squeezed playfully. “Now go and get dressed before I am tempted to try a little bit of lesbian incest.” She giggled.

I told Gemma about Mum’s actions, especially gripping my bare bum, on the way back to Bath. “Your Mum is a very attractive woman,” she said, “but I think that a three-way tunceli escort with her would be pushing sexual exploration a bit too far.”

“I am so pleased that you said that,” I said, “I don’t mind a bit of exploration but that would just be too much. You don’t have any lesbian friends nearer her age we could set her up with. Have you?” I asked hopefully.

“Well, there is my boss who initiated me into the world of sapphic love on a business conference, I think she is single.” Gemma replied. “Why don’t we give it some thought?”

“Good plan, it would be nice to see her with someone, especially after her experience with Dad. Oh, and I want to hear about your initiation sometime!”

“Deal, but not right now or we might have to pull onto the hard shoulder for a quickie!”

“Complete change of subject, what do you fancy for a summer holiday this year? If we are going to get anything decent, we will need to book fairly soon.”

“I had been thinking about that,” said Gemma, “how do you fancy a villa with private pool in Tuscany? A friend of the family has a place in a village near Lucca, just north of Pisa, easy access to Vinci, Florence and Siena; and, as Lucca is the birthplace of Puccini there are my favourite operas available most weeks in the summer.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I said, “I have never been to the opera.”

“You will love Puccini,” said Gemma, “his music is to die for.”

So, in the middle of June we flew from London Heathrow to Pisa where we collected a cute little car as our holiday runaround and headed for our villa about an hour north of Pisa in a wooded valley. Gemma had seemed tense the whole journey but now seemed to start to relax, “Are you OK,” I asked, “you were a bit stressed, I didn’t think that you were a nervous flyer” She giggled, “it wasn’t flying, I was worried about having my suitcase searched,” she said. “Why”, I asked, “because I have a strap on dildo in there which I intend to use this week!” “I shall look forward to giving and receiving,” I said.

The villa was delightful, 3 bedrooms, 2 gorgeous bathrooms with large showers and double bath tubs, a comfy lounge and well equipped kitchen. But the best was outside, a terrace shaded by vines and a decent sized swimming pool with paved area for sunbathing, and, it was completely hidden from view so totally private. “It’s a good job we brought plenty of suncream,” I said, I think that we will be sunbathing in the nude this week.” “Why do you think that I suggested this place,” said Gemma, grinning cheekily. “Although we do need to be aware that a lady comes in to clean a couple of times a week, so we need to at least have bikini bottoms on those days.”

Days consisted of nude sunbathing, dipping into the pool to cool off, lunch on the terrace and evenings either in Lucca or a local Trattoria. We went to see a production of Madam Butterfly and I was hooked, the music was so full of passion I cried at the end. Needless to say, there was also plenty of sex, on the sunloungers, usually after applying suncream to intimate areas, in the pool whilst skinny dipping, in the shower, in fact there wasn’t anywhere that we didn’t fuck one another.

On the third day we were lying naked on the loungers when we heard a bright “Buongiourno!” “Oh shit, we forgot that the cleaner was coming today” I cried. Too late to grab anything, a young lady of about 19 came around the corner in skimpy shorts and strappy top. “Oh, mi dispiace, eh, I am sorry I did not err…” “It’s ok, you do not need to apologise,” said Gemma, “we forgot that you were coming this morning, otherwise we would have had our bikini’s on,”

“No, is OK,” stammered our young cleaner, “I was not expecting to see two such lovely ladies, you stay as you are, I get on with my jobs if that is OK?”

“You are very kind, by the way I am Gemma and this is Sarah.”

“Hi Miss Gemma and Miss Sarah, I am Lucia.”

“Lucia as in the lead female in La Boheme?” asked Gemma.

“That is right, my Mama is huge Puccini fan.

“We went to see Butterfly last night,” I said, feeling that I ought to contribute, “it was my first time and I loved it.”

“First times can be the best can they not?” enquired Lucia with a cheeky smile.

“They can indeed. Would you like some coffee or a cold drink?” I asked.

“I do my jobs and then maybe a cold drink if that is OK, I don’t have any other clients to go to today.”

Lucia busied herself in the villa, cleaning and tidying and after about 45 minutes appeared back on the terrace. “All done,” she said, ” I have changed the bed and cleaned through for you.

“Thank you Lucia,” I said, would you like that cold drink now? Soft drink or a glass of Pinot Grigio?”

“Wine please,” said Lucia and sat on one of the loungers.

I re-appeared with the bottle and filled 3 glasses. “Saluti” said Lucia, “Saluti,” we both replied.

“Have you been together long?” asked Lucia.

“No, only a few months,” said Gemma.

“So, lots uşak escort of sex, yes?” enquired Lucia taking us by surprise. This little minx is trying to have fun with us I thought, well, challenge accepted.

“Yes,” I replied, “in fact, we licked each others cunts until we climaxed right where your sitting only a few hours ago.”

Lucia stood up and I thought that perhaps I had gone too far, but she knelt down by the lounger and sniffed it. “Ah yes,” she said, “the lovely smell of pussy,” and proceeded to inhale.

We all burst out laughing and when we recovered Gemma asked her, “So, are you gay?”

“I would like to be, but this is such a traditional area, I have not met anyone who I thought would accept a lesbian approach. When I saw you two, lying naked in the sun, obviously in love with one another I felt that I wanted to spend some time with you.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked.

“Sadly no, I have to make do with my imagination and my fingers.”

Gemma looked at me enquiringly and I gave a small nod of my head.

“Why don’t you stay with us for the rest of the day if you don’t have any jobs?” She asked.

“Would that be OK?” she asked

“We would love you to join us, on one condition, we are naked, you need to be the same.”

In a flash her shorts, knickers and tee shirt were laying on the ground. “First things first,” I said, “suncream!” We proceeded to make sure that we covered her in protection, paying particular attention to her small A cup breasts. Her pubic bush was another matter, it was quite thick and not in need of sun protection.

We lay in the sun, soaking up the warmth, drinking our wine. “Do you want to have sex with us one at a time or both at the same time?” Gemma asked Lucia.

“At the same time I think, you are both very sexy.”

“OK, first things first, I am going to shave your pubic bush to make oral sex more enjoyable, do you want it all off or some left like we both have?”

“All off please, make me bald.”

Gemma went and got the razor, a cloth, some warm water a pair of scissors and the shaving cream. She started by clipping Lucia’s luxuriant black bush back to stubble and then smothered the whole area in shaving cream. She carefully and expertly wielded the razor until Lucia’s pussy was completely bald, when she was finished she wiped it with a soft cloth, applied some skin cream to soothe it and leant down to give her pussy a very light kiss. I was highly aroused watching her, pulling on my nipples and openly stroking my clit in front of Lucia whose breathing had become very ragged. “Lie down,” Gemma instructed her, “I am going to eat your pussy and Sarah is going to sit on your face so that you can eat hers at the same time.”

Lucia held her legs wide open as I watched my girlfriend lower her head and extend her tongue to flick it across the Italian girls clit. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to join in and lowered myself over Lucia’s face until I felt her tongue connect with my pussy, she lapped hungrily at me, feasting on my juices as she pushed her tongue up into my vagina. I looked down and saw Gemma push her legs up higher and realised what she had in mind, she curled her tongue and started to probe Lucia’s anus “Oh my god!” she cried, “Oh fuck, oh god, oh god, I’m cumming!!” Her whole body shook and she lost contact with my pussy as she nearly passed out with her first lesbian orgasm.

“That was truly incredible,” she said, “I never thought an orgasm could be that powerful.”

“The joys of lesbian love,” said Gemma, “you won’t cum like that with a man’s cock in you, would you Sarah?”

“Never,” I said, “Sex with David was good but nothing like what Gemma and I have.”

“You are very lucky to find one another,” said Lucia. “Now, Gemma, could I eat your pussy please?”

“Of course,” said Gemma opening her legs as I now watched my girlfriend receive oral sex from another person. Lucia’s bum was up in the air and I couldn’t resist stroking it, kneading it, stroking her pussy and eventually knelt behind her and licked from her clit back to her bum hole and back again, repeating the sweeping motion time after time. I then decided to leave them for a few moments and went to the bedroom, returning with Gemma’s strap on dildo. I stepped into the harness and tightened the straps, knelt behind Lucia and rubbed the fake cock up and down her slit to get it well lubricated. When I felt that she was ready I introduced it to the opening of her vagina and slid gently inside her butting up against her hymen after a few inches.

“Do you want me to go further?” I asked her gently.

“Yes please, fuck me, take my virginity,” she replied, “I don’t want a man doing it.”

I eased back and then thrust forcefully forward, feeling her hymen tear inside her and then she had taken the entire 8″ dildo in her pussy. I then proceeded to fuck her, building up speed until she screamed into Gemma’s pussy as she came and Gemma repaid her with another of her squirting orgasms.

We all lay exhausted on the loungers until eventually Lucia said that, reluctantly she had to go.

“Will we see you again this week,” I asked.

“Si, I will be back in 2 days time and you will be my only client for the day.” She said as she went through the gate.

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I would highly recommend reading parts 1 and 2 otherwise this chapter might not make alot of sense.

All characters are over 18 and please bare in mind this is a work of fiction.

There are elements of BDSM, lezdom, footworship and group sex. If these aren’t your interests please skip the story.

The demise of Emma part 3.

Emma and Ann were very settled in their new way of life. Having their every whim catered to was enjoyable and on top of that they now had all control of the finances of their slaves.

It was a Wednesday evening Michelle and Nancy had been home from work for around 45 minutes they had each showered and were now in the kitchen wearing Tan coloured hold ups and stiletto mules with silk robes. They were currently fixing dinner while Emma and Susan were in the living room, Emma currently had her toes lodged in Susan’s mouth while she was watching TV.

Ann arrived home sat in her favourite chair and shouted Nancy to get her ass in there right now.

When Nancy arrived Ann clicked her fingers and simply pointed to her pussy. Nancy needed no more instructions, she lifted Ann’s skirt pulled her panties to the side and dived between her thighs but she got an unfamiliar taste. Ann was currently leaking cum, male cum she had just come from a random date with a guy she met online. When she told Nancy to eat that cum or she wouldn’t be eating anything else all evening this perked up Emma’s ears.

Emma almost looked enraged. She looked at her mother and then asked her outright have you just been fucked? Ann simply smiled and enjoyed Nancy’s skillful mouth working her pussy.

Ann had another orgasm and squirted all over Nancy’s face. After Nancy has cleaned up all the mess with her tongue Emma ordered Nancy, Michelle and Susan to go upstairs into her room and wait for her there. Her instructions were simple they were to be kneeling hands behind their backs and absolutely no speaking to each other whatsoever.

After the slaves had left Emma shouted at Ann how dare she have sex without her permission. Ann looked shocked she had never considered she would need permission they were supposed to be equals she wasn’t a submissive and Emma had no right to tell her who she could sleep with.

After a long very heated argument between the 2 woman Emma lost it completely. She grabbed Ann by her hair and pushed her onto her knees. Ann tried to fight back but Emma was too strong and soon had Ann flat out on her back. Emma knelt over Ann’s chest and made her point very clearly, she was in charge not Ann and from now on although she would still be her second in command but under no urfa escort circumstances should any decision be made without Emma’s approval and this would include Ann’s sex life.

Ann was defeated and agreed to Emma’s demands. The heated argument hadn’t fallen on deaf ears either, the 3 slaves had all heard every word of the argument.

Emma ordered Ann to go shower then go to bed. Ann not wanting another shouting match nodded and did as she was told.

Emma walked into her bedroom where all 3 slaves were waiting for her. She was angry and frustrated how dare Ann have sex without asking her first she was in charge. Emma decided to take her frustration out by having a mind blowing orgasm. She stripped down to her black hold up stockings got on the bed and told Susan to get between her legs. Susan was an expert pussy licker and soon had Emma shuddering to her orgasm but Emma wasn’t totally satisfied so as Susan kept her mouth on her pussy she told Michelle to get a strap on out of the box and put it on.

Michelle looked slightly confused, she wasn’t a true submissive at heart if anything she was a dominant it was simply an unfortunate series of events that had lead her to becoming a slave.

Michelle went to the box grabbed and 8 inch strap on cock. Nancy knelt beside her and helped her to buckle it on tightly. Michelle seeing an opportunity to let her domme side play ordered Nancy to suck the fake cock and get it lubed up ready for mistress Emma’s pussy. She also gave that order to see Emma’s reaction but Emma never muttered a word she simply grabbed Susan’s head and forced her deeper into her pussy.

Once Nancy has the cock lubed up nice and wet Michelle moved Susan away from Emma and positioned herself so the head of the cock was touching Emma’s pussy. Michelle looked Emma straight in her eyes and shoved all 8 inches deep into Emma’s pussy. The moan Emma released was 1 of sheer pleasure so Michelle began to thrust back and forward slowly at first letting her feel every inch of the fake cock stretching her pussy open. Michelle began to increase her speed Emma was moaning in pleasure and told Michelle to fuck her harder. Michelle needed no more encouragement she started to fuck her as hard as she could the screams were getting louder as Emma neared her orgasm. Michelle was pounding Emma’s pussy like a jack hammer and ordered Susan to get on her knees and kiss her feet as she fucked Emma. Nancy positioned herself at the side of Emma and began to lick her clit as Michelle fucked her, this sent Emma over the edge and she came like a fountain all over the strap on.

As Michelle sivas escort pulled the strap on out Nancy quickly put her mouth on Emma’s pussy and cleaned up all the mess she had made, she then began to lick Emma’s clit again, Emma was really sensitive after her orgasm but this didn’t deter Nancy she licked and sucked her clit like her life depended on it. Michelle and Susan sat back and watched as Nancy skillfully made Emma orgasm again. Emma almost passed out after the double orgasm she just received she simply ordered her slaves to get out then rolled over and fell asleep.

The 3 slaves retired to Susan’s room as this was the furthest away from Emma’s room. Once inside Michelle sat herself on the bed and began talking to the other 2. She made her observations clear there was something very different about Emma tonight she was almost subservient when Michelle fucked her and it dawned on Michelle at that moment that perhaps Emma wasn’t the dominant she made herself out to be in fact she thinks Emma might just be curious about what being a submissive is like. Nancy and Susan didn’t share Michelle’s thoughts they both considered Emma to be a dominant and they weren’t about to question that authority. Nancy had certainly found her submissive side since Emma and Ann had made her a slave to that end she was actually quite enjoying that she never had to make any decisions now but truth be told Ann was her favourite mistress.

Michelle was adamant that Emma definitely had an air of submission about her tonight and it had made Michelle hornier than she had ever been, with Ann fast asleep after her earlier argument with Emma and now Emma out of it in orgasmic bliss Michelle seen an opportunity to really let her dominant side come out.

Michelle slipped out of her Stiletto heel mules after being in them for the last few hours her feet were starting to ache. Ann and Emma had a rule that heels were to be worn at all times by the 3 slaves unless in bed or bathing so the opportunity to get out of them appealed to Michelle, she was sitting on the bed in nothing but her hold ups she looked at Nancy and Susan and simply said I’d love a foot rub from you two it’s been far too long since I was worshipped.

Nancy and Susan looked at each other knowingly, they had both come to accept their place as slaves to Ann and Emma and they knew if they were caught massaging Michelle’s feet there would be hell to pay. Michelle not liking how long it was taking for her foot rub to start she repeated her order only this time there was alot more conviction in her voice. Susan had heard that tone before and tekirdağ escort knew exactly what it meant so she dropped down at the side of Michelle to begin massaging her feet, she began rubbing then also kissed Michelle’s soles, Michelle enjoyed the attention and then said to Nancy the other 1 won’t massage it’s self, Nancy was still toying with her conscience she wanted to massage Michelle’s feet but the thought of betraying her Mistresses was causing her to be cautious that was until Susan tugged on her arm and Nancy fell to her knees, all of a sudden Michelle felt two sets of hands on her feet and was now enjoying the feeling of power she had lost to Emma and Ann.

After a few minutes Michelle lifted her feet and put 1 at the mouth of Susan and 1 at Nancy’s mouth, the two women opened their mouths and Michelle’s feet slipped into them. The 2 women sucked all 10 toes between them while Michelle loved the feeling of having her feet worshipped, after around 10 minutes Michelle was now hornier than ever when she had a wicked thought, she wanted to test Nancy’s resolve after her caution to worshipping to her feet so Michelle simply stated Nancy I’m horny as hell get up here and eat my pussy, Nancy’s eyes went wide, she looked at Susan who moved her eyes towards Michelle’s pussy in encouragement, Nancy caved she moved her lips up Michelle’s stocking covered legs until she got to her pussy, Michelle gave her no option to hesitate this time grabbing her head and pulling her into her pussy.

Nancy was a skilled pussy eater, she licked Michelle’s pussy sticking her tongue inside her then sucking her clit, after a few minutes Nancy was licking Michelle’s clit and slipped two fingers inside her finding her g spot until she came all over Nancy’s face while all the time Susan never moved from Michelle’s feet, after her orgasm Michelle pulled her foot away from Susan and pushed Nancy backwards from her pussy.

A few minutes later Michelle sat up and spoke, you two keep your mouths shut about what happened tonight or it won’t only be Ann and Emma your dealing with it will be a very pissed off me as well. The 2 women nodded and retired to their own rooms. Michelle lay there a plan formulating in her mind she wanted her dominance back and she was prepared to play the long game in order to get it, she could play the submissive for as long as it took but at some point she was going to take control away from Emma and show her exactly what a real dominant woman is.

Nancy lay in bed her mind in turmoil, she was actually really enjoying her servitude to Ann and Emma and she didn’t want to rock the ship so to speak but she also wanted to be loyal to her oldest friend Michelle she couldn’t decide if she should tell Emma about happened after she fell asleep or just play along quietly.

Susan, Ann and Emma all enjoyed a fantastic night’s sleep content with their current roles within the household.

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I tapped the Bluetooth earpiece to accept the incoming call.

“Hi, Tori,” I sighed. “No, I’m in the car on the way home. Twenty minutes’ blessed relief from emails. Yeah.” I laughed a little bitterly. “I swear to Christ the partners wouldn’t know their heads were on their shoulders if it wasn’t for me. No, of course they haven’t mentioned a raise. Well, of course I want one, but it’s not that simple. The company culture is—- no, not just an old boys’ club, but sure that’s part of it. It’s like they literally don’t understand that a woman could possibly ever be the only breadwinner in the home.”

I idled at a stop light, and let her get a word in edgewise.

“I know, right? Divorcing Jason was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m happier, I’m in the best shape of my life, Fiona’s happier…. Oh, she’s doing as well as can be expected for eighteen. She’s a senior now, and she’s so worried she won’t pass her math final, so I hired a tutor for her. Oh, it was simple. The community college has a list online of tutors available by subject. I picked out a Japanese student. At least, she doesn’t have an accent, so I guess she’s American, but her family is from Japan, you know. Sure, if you say so….”

I had to wait until traffic eased up enough for a safe left turn. Tori chattered about her problems, and I made appropriate noises in response.

“Well listen, Tori, I’m getting close to home now, so I’ll have to let you go,” I said when I was still a few blocks away. “We really have to get coffee sometime. No, I know, me too. Yeah. Okay. And the same to Bella from me. Love you now. Bye-bye.”

I sighed again as the call ended. I had put on a brave face for Tori, as you do for a best friend who is doing less well (on paper) than you are, but in reality, the tutor was an expense I hadn’t budgeted for, even at the bargain community-college rates, and we were fast approaching a holiday season I had no idea how I was going to afford. There were gym memberships I could try to shake loose, and maybe I could use Fiona’s slipping grades as an excuse to cancel some streaming services, but food was not getting any cheaper, and we had a large circle of acquaintance that had gotten used to lavish gifts from us back when we were a two-income household.

I made a face at the thought, even by association, of Jason, and put my chin up: whatever else happened, at least we had cut that fucking asshole out of our lives.

I could see our driveway now, and the tutor’s little white hybrid, used but still quite serviceable, was parked just to the side to give me room to pull in. I smiled faintly. Contrary to the reputation of college students in our suburb, Kanae was always so thoughtful and respectful; I hoped some of that could rub off on Fiona, even more than the math, which I privately agreed that she would never need to use again. Not that Fiona was a terror; but any hormonal teenage girl is going to clash with her equally hormonal mother, and I did wish that she would occasionally be the one to reach out to apologize first.

Just as I was walking up the pathway to the front door, my phone started buzzing with emails from the partners. Setting it to “Do not disturb” for the duration of the car ride home had felt like a stroke of genius at the time, but in practice it now meant that I started the evening digging myself out of a hole.

Fiona and Kanae were at the kitchen table, their heads bent over a textbook, when I entered. I had a vague sense that they were breathing a little too heavily to have been there long, and there was an indefinable something in the air that I wasn’t used to; not quite a scent, not quite humidity, but something like both. But I hardly registered any of it as I greeted them in my usual half-attentive way, already scanning through the emails on my phone and prioritizing them by emergency, urgent, must-respond, wait for tomorrow, and request further details.

Fiona’s smile was brilliant as she replied to my greeting: “Hi mom! How was work?”

Both Kanae and I looked at her curiously. The question was not in her usual stock of responses.

“It was… fine, honey,” I said, deciding not to ask her who she was and what she had done with my daughter, if only for the sake of company. I held up my phone. “It’s not done yet, though, so I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

“Okay!” Fiona’s hair bounced as she nodded, and there was a suppressed giggle in her voice. And her hair didn’t bounce entirely in the way it would if it were thoroughly dry. None of these details caught my attention at the time, but they would later, in thinking back over it.

Kanae’s low, even voice returned Fiona’s attention to the subject of equations, and I decamped to the couch, where I kicked off my high heels, unbuttoned my top button, and pulled out my laptop to deal with the emails that, my phone informed me, were still buzzing in.

An hour or so later, I looked up in surprise to see Kanae looming over me. She was tall for an Asian girl, her height rize escort accentuated by a slender frame and long sleek black hair that fell half down her back. She wore owlish glasses, through which her dark eyes blinked at me, and her flat lips, curved in a resting moué, compressed slightly.

She gave a slight bow to acknowledge my attention.

“Don’t get up,” she said, putting forth a slender white hand as I began to set my laptop aside. “I just wanted to tell you that I was heading home. Fiona is making excellent progress.”

Something in her tone made me nervous in a way I couldn’t account for, some hint of authority, maybe even arrogance, I hadn’t noticed before. “Don’t get up,” like she could tell me how to behave; “Fiona is making excellent progress,” like a Victorian headmistress. But I didn’t get up, and smiled rather confusedly through the hazy alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind.

“Of course,” I said, and hesitated awkwardly. I knew it was in my script to bring up payment next, and she waited, caught by the implied pause at the end of my phrase, not remotely smiling, but some part of me swore there was enjoyment in her eyes at my discomfort.

“How much—-” I finally pushed out, lamely, despite knowing perfectly well what the tutoring rate was, as I had paid it weekly for the last two months. She inclined her head in understanding.

“I think it will be best if you pay me every other week, Ms. Pattinson,” she said. Her voice was tranquil, but I cocked my head at something indefinable in it again: a note of assurance, of knowing better than me. I didn’t want to let it get to me: of course, the week would be somewhat simpler to manage without her fee subtracted from my balance, and a direct deposit would hit before her next visit, making paying two weeks then much more manageable than paying one week today. But she shouldn’t know anything about that.

“All right,” I said, realizing that I had waited too long to reply to her. “If it suits you better.”

She smiled faintly at that, and bowed slightly again, and turned to go with a murmured, formulaic thanks for my hospitality.

I stayed staring on the couch until I heard her car start up and drive away, and then I went to the kitchen, where Fiona was putting away her books with evident relish.

“Fiona!” I said. “Did you tell that girl about our finances?”

She looked at me blankly. There was something in her face besides surprise, some subterranean fear or remorse or hostility, I couldn’t interpret which, but the sincerity in her voice as she denied my accusation was genuine.

“I don’t know anything about our finances,” she added, truthfully enough. I had set up a checking account in her name when she was twelve, and deposited her allowance into it every week, and when she turned eighteen one of my presents to her had been the PIN number to it, but I was aware that she rarely used it and still trusted me to provide all the necessities of life she had always been accustomed to.

I crossed my arms and frowned. For the first time, I noticed Fiona’s eyes settle on the gap in my shirt where my cleavage could be seen, after I had unbuttoned the top button and pushed my breasts up by crossing my arms beneath them. I shook my head at her.

“Don’t stare,” I snapped. She colored guiltily, and turned away to take her book bag to her room. “Are you hungry?” I called after her.

For some reason she had to smother an explosion of laughter at that. “Yes,” she finally choked out.

“For what?” I called back, and irritatingly enough, she smothered another laugh.

“Whatever,” she said, and escaped to her room.

As I began to pull microwave dinners out of the freezer, I found myself revising my estimate of Kanae as being likely to teach my daughter thoughtfulness and respect.

The rest of the evening was uneventful; after dinner I returned to my emails and Fiona to her homework, and the routine went as it always did.

The next day followed the usual routine, and the one after that. The third day was Saturday, which I clocked as a half-day of remote work, still answering emails and looking up briefs the partners were too lazy or ignorant to find themselves; Fiona came down much later than usual, yawning gigantically and carrying a load of laundry.

I stared at her. She glowered back. “What?”

“My own daughter, doing laundry of her own volition?” I said brokenly, throwing all the astonishment I could into it. In response she made a despicable face at me and carried it to the laundry room. As she passed, I caught a whiff of something I couldn’t place, something deeply familiar but which I hadn’t scented in a long, long time.

It wasn’t until she had started the spin cycle and headed back to her room, yawning, that I realized what the scent reminded me so powerfully of: it was my own discharge clinging to my panties when I used to masturbate as a young woman, back before Jason and his rough mauling hands had forever made all sakarya escort thought of sex utterly disgusting to me. I smiled faintly. So Fiona had spent the morning masturbating; good for her, I thought. She at least had a chance to grow up normal with her father out of the house. It was too late for her mother.

I was forty-three; I had married Jason and had Fiona right out of college, where I had gotten a degree he disapproved of, and had been a stay-at-home mother while she was very young; but once she started school I started working part-time, knowing that I had to build up a nest egg before I could divorce Jason. Ultimately I ended up having to get a half dozen restraining orders before the divorce went through. But he finally left us alone once the ink was dry, and last I’d heard was drinking himself to death somewhere back East.

I knew, theoretically, that I was attractive. My red hair, tanned skin, plump breasts, shapely ass and long legs were assets to me around the office; but I could no longer think of myself as a sexual being, not after what he had made sex to me. A series of abortive sessions with therapists who sounded baffled by my explanations of my history had left me convinced that he had screwed me up beyond repair. Maybe another woman could have weathered it just fine and gone out to find a hot stud the next morning, but not me. I had locked all that part of me away for good. I even avoided washing myself down there until I had to.

I had, of course, never brought any of this up with Fiona, and equally never asked her about her own budding sexuality. (My own mother had never mentioned mine to me, so it really hadn’t ever entered my head.) But it was bittersweetly nostalgic to realize that she was jerking off in bed on a Saturday morning just like her mother used to do at her age; and I vowed that I would never let anything happen that would do to her what Jason had done to me.

I shook myself suddenly, rousing from the reverie that scent had caught me in, and applied myself once more to emails.

The days passed in their usual fashion, with nothing out of the ordinary, until it was once more tutoring day. Flush with a recent deposit, I told myself on the drive home that I would add a tip to Kanae’s check and surprise her. “Wipe the smug look off her knowing little face” was not a phrase I actually used to myself, but something like it was in the back of my head, where emotions aren’t quite formulated into words.

For once traffic was with me. Instead of my usual twenty minutes I made it home in eight; and grinning triumphantly at my untroubled phone, which had twelve minutes of Do Not Disturb left on it, I walked up to the door, opened it, and then dropped the phone on the threshold; it cracked, and spun catawampus into some bushes. But I did not notice, standing frozen, staring fixedly at the tableau I could not believe was in front of me.

Sitting exactly in the spot on the couch where I had been answering emails the week before, Kanae had her long slender legs spread open obscenely, panties still dangling from one stretched-out ankle. And in between those legs, copper hair bobbing enthusiastically, was the head of my daughter Fiona. Kanae’s eyes met mine over my daughter’s head, and she put a hand on it as though to ensure Fiona did not stop doing what she was doing: licking greedily, to judge by the noise.

“Come in, Ms. Pattinson,” said Kanae. Fiona did give a jolt at that, but Kanae’s hand kept her in place. “Keep going,” she said, and after a moment the licking sounds resumed.

I had not moved from the doorway yet. I had no idea what to do. The worst had happened, it seemed to me, worse even than a surprise visit from Jason, from whom I at least knew to expect bad things. My daughter was being coerced into sex; and by a woman, which I couldn’t help feeling made it all the more horrible, a greater betrayal than any predatory man could be.

“Fiona,” I heard myself call out, still unable to move. “Are you all right?”

A foolish question, a nonsensical question even: it was obvious that she could not be. But Kanae gave a brief nod to the question she presumably saw in my daughter’s eyes between her legs, and Fiona replied, in a voice that in any other set of circumstances would have compelled me to remind her not to talk with her mouth full,

“Yes, mom, I’m doing great.”

Kanae’s eyes met mine again, and her eyebrows raised. “Come in,” she said again, rather more peremptorily. My heels clacked on the tile of the entranceway, and the door swung shut behind me. (Hours later, I would remember my phone, and dash outside; but not yet.)

“What do you think you are doing?” was the only thing I could think to say. I meant it furiously, but it came out stilted, like I was still getting used to using my voice after a long bout of laryngitis.

“Tutoring,” said Kanae. “If you want your daughter to be ready for college, she should learn everything that matters.” Fiona giggled, samsun escort and there was a wetness in the giggle that made me feel sick to my stomach.

“You can’t do this,” I said helplessly. “It’s not what I hired you for. You’re hurting her, even if she doesn’t know it.”

Kanae’s level gaze met mine once more through her owlish glasses frames, and her naturally mouéd lips made a real moué.

“You’re wrong,” she said. “Fiona is discovering her true self, and will be happy and successful as a result. You will do the same.”

I felt like a pan of cold water had been thrown in my face, and staggered back reflexively.

“No!” I almost shrieked.

Fiona turned around to stare at me, but Kanae’s hands firmly guided her head back to what a momentary unobscured glimpse enabled me to see was a hairless, brown-colored mons, slick with wetness and split between almost purplish lips. Then the sight disappeared, covered up once more by my daughter’s open mouth.

I wanted to throw up. I had avoided all sexual contact for eleven years, and the sudden sight, sound, and — I now realized — smell of active sexual behavior was overwhelming me, and my breath was short. I flinched involuntarily, as though Jason might be behind me and about to pin me in his horrible grasping hands.

Kanae’s face changed as she watched me, and she suddenly pushed Fiona’s head away from her, and closed her legs, scooting back on the couch so that her glistening folds were buried in the triangle of her thighs. (I thought about the stain she would leave behind, and almost retched.) She patted the cushion next to her.

“Sit down,” she said to me. “You are going to faint.”

She was right; I could feel my knees starting to give. But Fiona had sprung to her feet at those words, and rushed to me — with a sudden jolt of nausea, I had to turn my head away from the glistening moisture that covered her face, feeling ashamed to not be able to look my daughter in the eyes — and guided me to the couch, where I more fell than sat down, Kanae on one side of me and my daughter on the other, stroking my hand anxiously.

“It’s okay, mom, it really is,” she was saying, but Kanae shook her head at her.

“Let me talk to her,” she said, and Fiona subsided into silence, not the sulky or pained or resentful silence she might have answered me with, but a respectful silence, as though Kanae obviously knew best.

“Ms. Pattinson,” said Kanae, putting her finger on my chin and guiding my head up to look her in the face instead of staring miserably into my lap, “I want to be very clear with you. Fiona is a free agent. She wanted our relationship to turn sexual, and I agreed with her. We are peers. Your daughter is an adult.”

I stared at her numbly.

“Legally, yes…. ” I began, and I heard Fiona suck in her breath in exasperation, but Kanae stilled her with a look. “But she’s so young.”

“She is old enough to know what she wants,” said Kanae. “She wants me to treat her with authority, so I do. Isn’t that right, Fiona?”

“Yes,” came my daughter’s voice, very small, embarrassed to admit it to me.

“What was that?” Kanae’s inflection never changed.

“Yes, Kanae,” said Fiona, and my breath caught in my throat at the adoration in her voice. It was an adoration I instinctively felt suspicious of; it reminded me sharply of how I had felt about Jason at the beginning, and before I knew I was doing it I had half raised up my hand as though to ward Kanae off.

She took it in her own hand, and held it gently, without force, lacing her fingers between mine. I shuddered at the touch, but didn’t try to pull away.

“But as for you, Ms. Pattinson,” said Kanae. “When our relationship turns sexual, it will not be as peers. You need something else.”

I felt myself shake violently, and then enormous painful sobs, without tears, wrenched out of my throat and I doubled over. Every impulse in me screamed to fight, to run, to get away, that this was Jason all over again somehow, in the body of a tall quiet-faced Japanese girl, and that any further contact with her would end in being hurt exactly as he had hurt me, that she would cajole and flatter and beg at first, but end by taking, violently, with silent, methodical disregard.

But my hand gripped hers tightly instead of wrenching away, and her other hand rubbed my back as I regained my breathing, staring at the carpet between my knees, and I heard Fiona’s bare feet patter back into the room with a glass of water I had not had the wherewithal to notice she was fetching.

I drank, and the ordinary, everyday coolness running down my throat recalled me to something closer to my normal self. I stammered out apologies through suddenly cluttered sinuses, ran through several kleenexes from a box which appeared on my lap, and dabbed at my eyes, which were curiously dry despite the sudden seizure of emotion. Slowly, I dared to look at Kanae again.

She gave a small smile, and something in me echoed Fiona’s adoration. It was such a cute smile; I wished I had seen it earlier.

“You will be my sexual slave,” Kanae’s voice came calmly through the smile. “Your body will be mine to command, to control, to deny, to fulfill. You will worship me, and I will introduce you to a kind of pleasure you have never imagined.”

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I had known her for two weeks before we got the chance to be alone. It felt like so much longer.

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She showed me into her bedroom and took off my shirt and shorts. I laid down on her bed and watched her lift her dress over her head. She was wearing a black bra and panties that were sensible but still sexy. Her lips felt so soft as she pushed herself on top of me and moaned into my mouth.

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“Can I take off your panties?” I asked. “Yeah.” She looked so shy like she had never had someone go down on her before.

She helped me push them down to show me the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen. She had a patch of short, dark hair that she had trimmed neatly. I could have stared at her forever. I kissed the inside of her thighs and listened to her sexy little moans of anticipation.

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When I finally pushed my tongue onto her clit she exhaled loudly. “Fuck Aly!” She said as I teased her swollen cherry. I slipped my tongue between her wet lips and over her clit a few times getting her nice and lubricated. My hands were on her hips and I could feel them moving a little like she was trying to fuck my face. muğla escort I was so turned on.

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Tiff recovered quickly and pushed me onto my back. She unhooked my bra and stripped my panties off slowly. She definitely noticed that they had stuck to my lips with moisture. I felt so comfortable being totally naked and exposed. She kissed my neck, my tits, my stomach, and my legs. I could feel myself dripping onto her sheets and I prayed that she wouldn’t be put off by how drenched I nevşehir escort was.

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She laid down next to me and kissed me passionately. “I think I might be gay.” She said and we laughed together, breaking the silence.

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