Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
CATLYN 4: Kara’s Spring Break
First, an apology to anyone who was upset when I simply stopped writing last year. A great number of very happy things happened in my personal life, but the flurry of activity kept me from being able to pursue writing erotica. Things are settling down and I have some free time to create and share stories again. I am quite certain that I will have the time to finish this series within the next week or so. Here is Part Four, my first all-lesbian story. I have to admit, I did enjoy the “homework” of reading some fine girl-girl stories before I set to writing this. It would probably be best to read the other Catlyn stories before reading this one.
PART FOUR: Kara has to deal with the fallout of breaking Teagen’s heart. She tries to find her sexual identity and learns much in the throes of ecstasy with a beautiful and experienced woman.
Female/Teen Female, domination/submission, toys, spanking.
When most college couples break up the division of their friends’ loyalties basically falls along gender lines. There are exceptions, of course, but there are general patterns. The boys rally around their bro. They point out that he needs to just forget “what’s-her-name.” Truthfully, the other boys often find that they are already forgetting the girl’s name. Friend’s girlfriends are nothing but a buzzkill anyway, taking one of the guys out of the mix for parties, sports and videogames—the basic joys that are the essence of a college boy’s life. They try to get their friend drunk and laid so that he can put the whole mess behind him and never speak of the nameless bitch again. Who wants to talk about that shit anyway?
The college girl’s inner circle joins her in a far more elaborate, and perhaps more meaningful, process. There is a period of grieving. Oftentimes it involves cursing the bastard, not forgetting his name but invoking it over and over as an example of what’s wrong with the typical college male. They discuss the boy and others like him for long periods of time. Some of the girls will even want to continue these discussions after the girl in the break-up is ready to stop. They will watch over their friend for weeks to make sure that she is okay. Then, when the topic is played out and they’ve all deemed the girl ready, they will start trying to get her drunk and laid so that she can put the whole mess behind her and never speak of the worthless asshole again. Why live in the past?
When a college lesbian couple breaks up, there is potential for a civil war. The circle of friends is usually heavily female and can’t divide along gender lines. Sometimes their mutual friends break down into camps with accusations, recriminations and past grievances between third parties coming into play. Deep wounds can be re-opened; entire social groups can be broken down, and hard feelings can persist long after the two girls at the center of the original kerfuffle have decided to move on with their now-separate lives.
There are exceptions to this, of course, and Kara wanted her break-up with Teagen to be one of them. Kara had tried to spare everyone the excess drama. While she wouldn’t speak openly about what she had done, she did inform everyone that she alone should bear the guilt over the break-up with Teagen. Teagen was a faithful innocent who had been wronged. It made things a little harder on Kara in some ways, but in the end it also made it easier for her to be forgiven by most of the girls. Her break-up with Kara had caused their circle of friends to be upset for a while, but much of the hand-wringing and drama had indeed been skipped over. No one seemed to feel it quite necessary to brand Kara the “demon bitch from hell” or something equally damning. There was, however, one tag that kind of stuck with Kara after the break-up: “fun girl, lousy girlfriend.” Kara rather thought that was fair.
Kara’s involvement in the whole video incident with Catlyn and Nick was certainly the beginning of the end of her relationship with Teagen, but it wasn’t the final nail in the coffin. The final nail was simply one of sexual taste.
Kara went over to Teagen’s room on that Saint Patrick’s Day afternoon to apologize. Teagen’s roommate, Sarah, answered the door. Sarah was three-quarters in the bag, having returned from Flanagan’s Pub after she got a text message that her roomie had just been seen bawling her eyes out as she returned to the room.
“She don’t wanna talk to you, you big blonde bitch,” Sarah slurred.
“Sarah, I know she’s upset, but I need to explain.”
“Fuck off!” Sarah started to close the door. Kara put her foot out to stop it.
“Teagen, baby, just give me a couple minutes!” Kara called, trying to circumvent the drunken roommate.
“I said, fuck off!” Sarah shouted, and tried to close the door again. There was no way she could outmuscle Kara. “I’m not afraid of you,” Sarah snapped, inadvertently indicating that she very much was.
“You don’t need to be, Sarah. I would never hurt you.”
“Bet you said the same thing to Teagen a hundred times. But you ripped her guts out.” Sarah had seemed to run out of things to say. So, she repeated the first thing she had said. “Bitch!” Kara just looked sadly at her. “Leave!” Sarah barked, not understanding why Kara wouldn’t just go away.
“Teagen, I owe you an explanation and an apology.” Kara again spoke right past Sarah and into the room.
“She doesn’t wanna hear it!”
“It’s okay, Sarah. Let her in,” Teagen’s soft voice called from somewhere in the room.
“Yes. I want to get this over with. Can you give us a little time alone?”
Sarah had gotten herself ready to make a stand and now found that she was going to be denied the opportunity. She made a little disgusted noise at Teagen. “Why’d you even call me to come home?”
“I didn’t Sarah. Breanna did.”
“Oh, yeah,” Sarah said. She shrugged. “I’ll be at Flanagan’s with David,” she said. She gave a hard glare to Kara and then turned back to Teagen. “If you need me.” Sarah grabbed her jacket and left the door open behind her so that Kara could enter.
“You know the funny thing?” Teagen asked rhetorically, sitting curled up in her papa-san chair and not looking up at Kara. “I came to your room to apologize for being such a crab at lunch.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I really am,” Kara said, sitting on the foot of the bed, almost the full room’s length away from Teagen.
“You don’t get to call me baby anymore!” Teagen said, sitting up and glaring angrily at her lover. “You lost that right.”
“You want to explain this to me? You’re going to say something that makes it alright?”
“I never touched either of them. And we never did anything like this before. It all sort of just happened by accident.”
Teagen laughed in a way that said she wasn’t at all amused. “You ‘accidentally’ videoed your old crush getting fucked up the ass and ‘accidentally’ fingerbanged yourself while you did it?”
“I just wasn’t thinking,” Kara said, realizing that she had just revealed the heart of the matter.
“So, you get yourself involved in some sex-capades and don’t think of me at all?” Teagen was still working on her angry glare, but she was seconds away from falling apart.
“I did think of you. I was wishing it was you touching me like that.” That was just as dumb as the last thing she said.
“Well, nice to see you found someone who knows how to do it! Sorry, you didn’t enjoy the way I did it. I guess this is all my fault.” At least Kara was accidentally keeping her angry enough that she wasn’t falling to pieces.
“You’re the only lover who’s ever really meant anything to me, Teagen. You’re the only girl I ever loved.”
“You fucking bitch! You sit there and tell me you love me when you’re getting your jollies watching Catlyn get fucked? You promised me a hundred times you were over her!”
“I am! It started out as a stupid game. It was all playful, and then I just got carried away.”
“Oh, well, then. I guess that makes it okay!” Teagen was so angry that Kara thought she might actually get through the whole discussion without breaking down. But they had hit a lull in the conversation, and those few quiet seconds were all it took. “I loved you!” Teagen sobbed and then curled back into the chair. Kara instinctively moved to her. She knelt and put her arm around her lover. Teagen was so slender. She wasn’t short, only six inches shorter than Kara’s six-foot frame. But Teagen’s build was so slight that she seemed tiny. Her short black hair was shiny and beautiful, and it always smelled of strawberries. Kara loved the smell of her girlfriend. For a moment, Teagen let herself be consoled.
“Oh, my beautiful girl. I am so, so sorry,” Kara said, tears trickling down her own face.
Suddenly Teagen sat bolt upright. “No! No! Don’t touch me! Don’t fool me into thinking everything is okay.” She looked down at Kara who had stayed on her knees. “Everything hasn’t been okay for a long time. You’ve always wanted things from me that I can’t do.”
“You’re a wonderful lover!” Kara meant that. No one she had ever known was as tender and gentle as Teagen.
“If I hadn’t caught you today, would you have come to me and asked me to do those things? Would you have wanted me to stick things in your ass and get rough with my hands?” She looked down at her tall blonde lover and waited for an answer. The only one Kara had to give her was the one she knew Teagen didn’t want to hear. She remained silent. “Oh, god!” Teagen said with a sob.
“Teagen, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to want those things, but I do.”
“I don’t, Kara. I just really, really don’t.” Teagen cried for a while. She stiffened when Kara lowered her head to rest against the side of her leg, but she didn’t push her away. Kara wept, too. Finally, Teagen was able to speak. “Even if I could forgive you… and we’re a long way from that… we would never make it in the end.”
Kara wanted to kiss her. She wanted to hold her close and tell her she was wrong. She wanted to make what Teagen had said not be true. But she couldn’t. The two of them had been tearing at each other ever since the glow of Valentine’s night had worn off. And the reason beneath it all that was that they both knew that no matter how much they wanted it to work out—and they both really did want that—there was no way they were going to make it in the end. Kara couldn’t be happy with a lover who wasn’t adventurous in bed, and Teagen had nothing to offer a lover who craved more than tenderness and gentle expressions of affection. Everyone tells young people that a relationship is more than just sex, and that’s certainly true. But all those wise friends forget to tell them that if a couple’s sexual styles don’t mesh the frustration will always creep back in and cause problems, sometimes insurmountable ones.
Kara finally rose. This was it. She had broken her first real girlfriend’s heart. “I have loved every second with you,” she said to the slender dark-haired beauty, “and I never, ever dreamed I would hurt you like this in the end. I am sorry, Teagen. I will always love you.”
Teagen didn’t look up to respond. “And I will always hate you,” she said softly. Kara felt the flow of tears from her eyes increase. She turned and headed for the door. “But only because I love you so much,” Teagen added. Kara quickly crossed the room and kissed Teagen on the lips, getting and giving what she was certain was one final taste of first love. She left quickly and closed the door without allowing herself a look back.
Spring Break is supposed to be a time to get away from studies, but Kara welcomed it as a break from a place where she felt like she owed everyone an apology. Even more, she needed a break from Catlyn and Nick’s constant apologies to her. They felt like they had been instrumental in breaking up Kara and Teagen. Kara hated that. She was a big girl. She’d made her own choices. Besides, in the few weeks since the break-up she had come to realize that she and Teagen were poorly matched. They were both just such nice people that they hadn’t ever found a reason to end it. For nine glorious days, Kara was going to be free of all those concerns.
Even better, she was spending the break in Chicago with her favorite relative, her slightly crazy Aunt Jenny. Jenny was her mom’s baby sister, a twenty-seven-year-old graphic designer who had long ago abandoned life in Michigan’s U.P. for the thrills of the Windy City. Jenny was straight, but kinky. So, she had friends of all kinds of different sexual preferences and lifestyles. She resisted the urge to set Kara up when she came to visit that Spring Break. She was a little uncertain that Kara was going to be ready to “get back out there” only a month after the break-up. But Jenny certainly made sure Kara was going to have opportunities to meet frisky women if she wanted them.
The first few nights that Kara was in town, they went out to clubs where a girl looking for a girl might be able to find one. Kara flirted a little, but she wasn’t quite ready to just hop in the sack with some strange new pretty. But Jenny had another plan as well. On Thursday night, Jenny told Kara she was taking her to the perfect place to meet a sweet young girl.
“Holy Angels Catholic High School?” Kara asked playfully. “I dig those skirts and knee highs.”
“How cliché!” Jenny said scrunching up her nose. “I might as well take you to a leather club. Um, I do know a few of those where they always let me in.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that! But the place you’re taking me is going to have lots of girls that play on my team, huh?”
“Yes, and a nice variety, too. Young and old, butch and girlie…. It’s going to be a veritable dyke smorgasboard.”
“That’s quite a promise!”
“Auntie Jen always takes care of her baby girl,” was the last clue she had to offer.
Kara didn’t get another hint until their cab pulled up in front of a little hole-in-the-wall club called “The Windy City Comedy Emporium.” As they were waiting in the line to get in, Kara couldn’t help but notice that there were only about a dozen guys in the line of over a hundred. And most of those guys were flirting with one another. When she got up close to the door she noticed that the line-up of performers listed on the posters was all female, and a few of them were moderately famous lesbian comics.
“Judy McRudy!” she squealed to Jenny. “I watch her YouTube channel all the time! I even follow her on Twitter.”
“I done good?” Jenny asked.
“Oh, Auntie, you done real good.”
Kara loved the performances, but it was the crowd that really thrilled her. Just as Jenny had promised, the place was loaded with lesbians. “What a great crowd!” Judy McRudy had opened. “And what a classy joint! How many clubs do you find that offer wall-to-wall carpet(munch)ing?”
Kara noticed that there was a woman seated down front who was getting a good deal of attention from the other patrons. Unfortunately, there were two big girls at the table who blocked her view of the woman everyone wanted to talk to. They would allow well-wishers a moment or two but then whisked them away. Finally, during one of the performances, Kara got a good view of the woman at the table. She almost fainted. “That’s Angela Cash!” she whispered to Jenny.
“The chick who writes the stories about the naughty witches?”
“Oh, my god! I’ve read everything she’s ever written! Look!” Kara pulled a tattered paperback copy of one of the woman’s books out of her purse. “I read this on the bus on the way down.” She looked at Jenny, too nervous to even ask if she should go down to ask for an autograph. Jenny had already been fishing in her own purse. She handed Kara a felt-tip pen.
Kara worked her way down to the front, staying as low as a six-foot girl could manage. When the performer was off the stage, Kara shot out from between two tables and used her backside to force another girl out of the way. She’d spent too many years battling for position under the backboard not to be able to slide right in when she really wanted to get somewhere. One of the big women next to Angela Cash rose. “Sorry, sweetie. Angela is not signing autogr—“ the woman stopped mid-word. Kara noticed that Angela had placed a gentle hand on the Amazon’s wrist.
“It’s okay, Carla,” she said softly. Carla moved aside and let Kara approach. Kara wanted to tell this woman how much she adored her work. She wanted to explain how her characters’ dialogue sometimes seemed to pull the words right from her very soul. Kara said absolutely nothing. Up close, Angela Cash turned out to be more than just an incredible writer. She was the sexiest woman Kara had ever seen. Not the most beautiful, in the conventional sense, but she had infinitely intriguing brown eyes and, Kara couldn’t help but notice, a tremendous rack. The dumbstruck blonde woodenly handed the book and pen to the black-haired writer. “This looks well-worn, but well-loved,” she said as she signed the inside cover.
“So are you,” Kara finally sputtered.
“Well-worn or well-loved?” Angela said with a sweet smile.
“Well, being well-loved can lead to being well-worn, wouldn’t you say? What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“How about we just go with Kara V.?” She signed the book. “You’re a bit young for a club, aren’t you, gorgeous?”
“So, have you read any other of my books, or did you just read this old one twenty times?”
“Kind of both,” Kara said, encouraged by the fact that her favorite writer was asking questions and extending the conversation. She finally managed to say what she had wanted to say from the beginning. “I read your first book when I was twelve, and I never knew why the fact that Amanda had such a hard time telling the people she loved that she was a witch seemed to strike such a chord with me. When I was fourteen I realized it was because it was like me trying to get the courage to tell my family that I was gay. I tried to model the little speech I made to my parents after Amanda’s. You really helped me, and I adore you.” It was everything she’d hoped she would say to this woman. “And now that I’ve met you in person, I think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet.” She hadn’t hoped to say that. She had actually hoped she’d manage to get out of this without embarrassing herself. Carla stepped forward.
“Thank you,” Kara said, taking the book and forgetting the pen with Angela. She left before Carla had to get rough with her. She was already going to die from humiliation. She didn’t need a public beat-down to go with it.
Jenny saw her niece was near tears when she returned to the table. “Oh no, was she mean to you?”
“No, she was wonderful. I just had to shoot off my mouth and tell her how sexy she was. Like a woman like that needs another silly little fan-girl.”
“Um, sweetie, have you looked at yourself lately? You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’d bet that—“ Jenny stopped mid-sentence and looked up. Carla was approaching the table.
Kara was afraid that the woman, every bit Kara’s match in height and considerably more muscular, might be going to ask her to leave the club for pestering the celebrity. Carla’s face was an expressionless mask. “Angela sent me to give you this,” she said, handing Kara the felt-tip pen and a small slip of paper. Carla waited for Kara to glance at the paper. Kara’s eyes flew open wide in shock. She looked to Carla who was obviously expecting some sort of reply. Kara nodded vigorously. Carla went back to Angela’s table.
“What the hell was that?” Jenny asked. Kara handed her the slip of paper. “Oh, sweetie!” Jenny said and threw her arms around her niece. “Have a good time!”
An hour-and-a-half later, a cab dropped Kara off in front of the Excelsior Grand hotel downtown. The girl clutched a tiny slip of paper in her hand. She looked down at it again to memorize it. She crossed to the desk. “Um, I need access to the Lincoln Suite, please,” she said. “I’m Kara V. Angie Cassini invited me.”
The clerk looked at her over his frameless glasses. He knew exactly who was in the Lincoln Suite, and seemed to know exactly why Kara wanted to visit. Kara fidgeted nervously as he called up the guest list on his computer. Kara saw a big mirror on the wall next to the desk and checked her outfit. “Don’t worry, angel,” the clerk said after he’d found her name on the list. “You look absolutely adorable tonight, not that a little honey like you could look any other way. Sometimes I go out as a girl, mind telling me where you got that darling sweater?”
Kara blushed at the unexpected compliment. “My Aunt Jenny bought it for me for Christmas. She didn’t tell me where she got it, but she lives in the city. Want me to call her quick?”
“That’s sweet, but I don’t want to hold you up. Your party is expecting you. I have a note to send you right up. Just show this card to the boy at the green elevator. He has the key to let you off on that floor.”
Kara had never been in quite so swanky a hotel, and she had certainly never been the person let into the special elevator. She wrestled with extremely conflicting emotions. She felt very special and fortunate to have been asked, but she also felt hopelessly out of her element. She knew she would gladly accept any advances Angela made, and that was what she was here for, wasn’t it? But what if Angela had just decided she wanted to discuss books? What if she’d invited half-a-dozen girls up to her room and all Kara’s presence meant was that she had cleared the first cut? What if she expected all those hypothetical girls to play together? Kara was actually shaking as she lightly knocked on the door.
Carla answered. When she saw Kara she gave her a warm and inviting smile and brought her into the suite. “Angela’s waiting for you, Kara.” Her attitude was casual and friendly.
“You’re really pretty when you smile,” Kara said.
“And you’re pretty all the time. Sorry if I seemed rude at the club. I’m Angela’s executive assistant, but I’m also her bodyguard when we go out. Some girls can be pretty scary—worse than a lot of the guys, actually. Angela’s pretty outgoing, but it can be tough to go out in public when you’re only five-foot-two and everyone in the whole world wants to fuck you.”
“Some girls scare me, even though I’m six inches taller than almost all of them. Hell, I’m a foot taller than my best friend, and I still wouldn’t want to tangle with her.”
“I understand. Just wait here a second, okay?” Carla crossed from the living room of the suite to one of the bedroom doors. She knocked once, but didn’t wait for an answer before she stuck her head in the door. “Kara’s here,” she said softly. There was a soft answer on the other side of the door. Kara thought she would be sent into the room, but Angela soon emerged. She had changed from her blouse and narrow skirt into a short t-shirt and a loose lightweight wrap-around skirt. She had ditched her high heels and was barefoot; Kara realized that Carla might have added an inch or so when she’d said Angela was five-two.
Well, maybe looking a little short was a side-effect of the way her breasts dominated her figure. They stretched the t-shirt so tightly that a little patch of Angela’s flat belly showed above the waistline of her skirt. Kara knew better than anyone the look of a tiny woman who worked out. Angela wasn’t quite in Power Elf shape, but she was one toned little creature. “Can we get you a drink, Kara? Carla and her girlfriend picked up a wonderful White Zin yesterday and they were sweet enough to bring me a bottle.”
“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”
Carla began to cross to get the bottle and some glasses. Angela tsk-tsked her and waved her toward the door. “Go, Carla. Tawnee is waiting for you. And you two take the whole day off tomorrow; go see the city. We’re not in Chicago very often.” Angela whisked off to get the wine.
Carla turned and lightly grasped Kara’s arm. “Thanks,” she whispered. “You put my boss in a good mood and got me the day off! I get to hang out with my Chicago girlfriend!” Carla pulled out her phone and began pressing buttons as she almost floated out the door.
Kara felt her phone vibrate a little. She reached to turn it off. She saw it was a Tweet from Angela’s account. Kara followed her as well. “Sharing a glass of wine with my lovely friend, K.” It read. Kara turned and saw that Angela did not have a phone handy. “So, Carla does your Tweets?” Kara asked.
“Once in a while. I do most of them. What did she just send?” she asked as she approached. She looked at the phone in Kara’s hand. “Oh, that means she likes you. She doesn’t do that very often. Most of the time she pretends my girls don’t exist.”
“You entertain girls often?”
“Would you be disappointed if I said I did?”
“No. I’d be intimidated. I’m not exactly the model of an experienced lover.”
“Well, Kara, when I first got famous I went through girls like I had just become lead singer for a 70’s rock band. In the past four or five years I’ve been far more discriminating.”
Kara didn’t want to sound doubtful, but she couldn’t help it. “That’s a pretty good line.”
“Do I need a line?”
“No. You really, really don’t. You’re a goddess.”
Angela smiled. “So, then, it’s not a line. I think you’re gorgeous, and even though you’re one of those girls who gets very nervous around a celebrity you managed to put together a few coherent thoughts when we talked. Then you called me sexy and retreated like you had stepped out of bounds. Some girls act like they own you just because they read your books. They creep me out. But a pretty girl who shyly calls me sexy and then gets embarrassed has the same effect on me as it does everyone else.” Angela motioned her over to the couch and opened the wine when they sat. “Kara, you’re a little scared of me, but I’m just a girl, and you’re just a girl. Let’s have a glass of wine and get to know one another.”
So, Kara had a glass of wine with her favorite author in the whole world. Then, she had another. They talked about themselves and about what they thought of the whole wide world. It was one of the best conversations Kara had ever had in her life. Somewhere in the midst of things, a strange thought occurred to Kara. “This is just like a regular date!” she exclaimed.
“Of course. What did you think it was?”
“Well, I didn’t know what to expect. I kind of felt like I was being summoned to serve milady.”
“But you showed up anyway?”
“Look, Angela, I don’t know quite how to express this.” She wanted to be honest without coming across as creepy. “My big brother and his friends used to be really crude in the way they talked about girls.”
“I have six older brothers, Kara. I get what you’re saying.”
“Good. Well, we had this incredibly sexy young biology teacher, and all the boys panted after her. One time I heard my brother say that he’d ‘walk barefoot ten miles over busted glass just to hear her piss in a tin can.’ That’s kind of how I feel about you. I would have done anything to get near you. But now… you’re actually a real person. It’s even sexier.”
“You could skip the ten miles, Kara. I’ll piss in a tin can for you any time you’d like me to.” Kara was amazed to hear her idol tell her that she would do kinky things to please her. Angela smiled and rubbed Kara’s arm reassuringly. “Honey, I’m a thirty-five-year-old lesbian who’s been sexually active for twenty of those years. I’ve tried damned near anything two girls and a raft of toys can try. And I liked almost all of it. I don’t much care for torture or being tortured. Other than that, your options are pretty wide open.” Angela stopped talking for a minute and traded some of her red lipstick for a little of Kara’s frosted pink. When Kara opened her mouth, Angela slipped the tip of her tongue into the girl’s mouth. Kara was amazed by how quickly and lightly the woman’s tongue touched hers. Girls who like girls are usually pretty damned good with their tongues, but Angela could have tied knots with hers. Kara slipped her hand under Angela’s raven hair and kept her close. When she leaned in, Angela’s full chest mashed against Kara’s sweater. Kara moaned softly.
Kara pulled back after a moment. “Wow!” she gasped. “You are the hottest woman on the planet.”
“Not even the hottest on this couch,” Angela said, blushing slightly. Kara was amazed that even a woman like this could be embarrassed by gushing praise. Surely she had received volumes of it in her lifetime. Kara felt a warm feeling in her heart as the reason behind Angela’s blush became clear. Angela wasn’t blushing at the mere praise. She was blushing at the source. It meant something to Angela that this particular girl was smitten with her. She genuinely liked Kara. “I want you in about a hundred ways, Kara. Tell me the way you want.”
“You know a hundred different ways to make love?”
“I guess I probably do. But then again, I really only know one that’s worth a damn.”
“What’s that?” Kara voice squeaked slightly as she struggled to keep her breathing and body under control. Her mind was trying to keep up with this woman’s experience and cool while her body wanted Kara to simply flop down on her back, throw her legs to the sky and scream “Fuck me, Angela!”
“The only way to make love that’s worth a damn is just this. You find a girl whom you really like—I did that—and you give her exactly what she wants. I’m about to do that. If you’re doing it right, your pleasure comes from the feeling you get when you see she’s really turned on. Kara, tell me what turns you on, baby. Tell me what dreams get you the hottest.”
“I’ve never done it, but…”
“It’s okay, baby. You couldn’t possibly turn me off just by asking.”
“A month ago, I videoed my best friend and her boyfriend. He completely loves her, but he was so rough with her, mean almost. And I called her dirty names, too. It got me so hot that I stuck my hand down my pants and fingered myself until I came. I’d never seen anything like that.”
“What made you hotter, thinking what it would be like to treat a girl like that or thinking about what it would be like to get treated like that?”
“I loved both ideas, Angela. But I guess I would never want to dominate a girl until I knew what it felt like to have someone dominate me that way.”
“Baby, do you want me to own you tonight?”
“I think so, but God, I want to just make sweet love to you, too. You’re an incredible woman.”
“I’m in town until next Tuesday, honey. There’s time for both if you want.”
“I don’t have to go back until Sunday,” Kara said hopefully.
“Do you know what a safe word is, Kara?”
“I always thought mine would be Francesca.”
Angela laughed and blushed slightly. “That’s a character in one of my books.”
“Your books are the sexiest thing in the world, next to seeing you in person.” Kara leaned in and kissed Angela tenderly. Angela brought her hand up and stroked Kara’s cheek.
“I adore you, Kara,” she whispered sweetly. Kara felt her whole body warm up to the words. “You are so beautiful that I want to possess you completely. I won’t do it the same way that boy owned your friend. But when I’m done, you will be completely mine. Is that okay?”
“I want you to own me,” Kara said, making sure that everything was clearly stated for both of them.
Slowly, she realized that Angela’s hand was wrapping ever more tightly around her blonde hair. The woman gave her a chance to adjust to the fact that things were turning in a new direction. She was reading Kara’s reaction. Kara’s kisses became more urgent and she moaned softly. She was happily accepting the impending domination. More than that. She was getting extremely turned on by it. That fact was not lost on Angela. She now knew that Kara really was ready for what they had agreed upon. “I can smell your pretty pussy,” Angela whispered. “You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” Kara nodded. Angela grabbed Kara’s hair firmly and pushed her face down onto the floor in front of the couch. It was forceful, but it was very controlled. “You need to learn to answer correctly, baby.”
“You make me horny, Angela,” she said, barely able to control her rapid breathing enough to form words.
“You’ll call me Angel when we play this way, baby.”
“You make me horny, Angel.” Kara said.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “Do it quickly. Fold them neatly and set them on the couch next to me.”
“Yes, Angel.” As soon as Angela released her hair, Kara rose and began to undress. She pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it to the floor. She kicked her way out of her shoes and then slid out of her slacks and panties. Her bra was the last item to come off. She stood in front of Angela and let her look at her body. No girl had ever displayed the kind of hunger this woman was showing her. Angela rose and kissed Kara sweetly. Kara had to lean down to take the tiny woman in her long arms.
Angela slid her hand up Kara’s belly and brought it to her breast. Kara felt a rush of heat trailing the delicate hand as it traced across her body. Then she felt a sharp, sweet pain as Angela’s thumb and knuckle pinched her left nipple in a strong grip. “I don’t want to have to be rough with you, baby. But just being a pretty little thing isn’t enough,” Angela said calmly. “I told you to put your clothes in a neat pile on the couch. You will listen, or you will be punished. Do you understand, sweetie?”
“Yes, Angela.” The tiny woman’s other hand shot up and pinched Kara’s right nipple. The pain wasn’t agonizing, but it was sharp and took Kara’s breath away. “Angel!” she finally managed to say. “I understand, Angel!”
“Oh, honey, look what you made me have to do.” She released Kara and the girl dropped to her hands and knees and began frantically gathering and folding her clothes. There was a sweet sense of relief in Kara’s nipples. It was everything she’d hoped it would be when she had baited Angela into pinching them. Kara had wanted to experience a little pain. It made sense to her to do a lousy job of following directions so that Angela had a ready-made excuse to abuse her.
It turned out that the pain did turn her on a bit, but not the way it seemed to turn Elfie on. Still, Kara thought, serving this tiny woman might give her every bit the thrill that Elfie experienced at pleasing Nick. Kara had expected to be called filthy names. But Angela didn’t really do that. She was in control in a totally different way than Nick was in control of Elfie. No one had ever handled Kara so easily. Most young girls were afraid to treat a pretty girl this way for fear she might just walk out. Others had no desire to start rough play with a six-foot girl who might get rough right back.
Angela had no fear. She wasn’t afraid that Kara was about to run out, and she wasn’t afraid that the girl who towered over her was going to react with physical force. That was impressive to Kara, but the mind-blowing thing was Angela’s lack of fear regarding her own behavior. Nick had become pretty confident about his dominance over Elfie, but there was still fear on his part. He was always afraid of taking it too far. Kara could sense that Angela didn’t worry about that. She had been down this road enough times that she had become something of an expert at just how much a girl could take.
Angela scooped up Kara’s clothes. She crossed to a large suitcase and put them inside. She turned to Kara with a sweet smile and then turned the numbered dials on the case’s latch. She had locked Kara’s clothes into the suitcase. Kara suddenly felt considerably more naked and exposed than before. “Now,” Angela said, returning and staring up at Kara. “Let’s talk about the little game you were playing. You’re not really stupid are you, baby?”
Kara had been caught already. “No, Angel. I was trying to make you punish me. I thought it might turn me on.”
“I liked the pain a little, but I got really aroused when you stayed so calm and just took control without getting wild. You are so powerful.”
“Angel! Sorry, that one was an accident, ma’am.”
“Ugh! Never ma’am.”
“That’s acceptable.” Angela looked at her young lover for a moment. “We need to decide what would be a fitting punishment for you. Pain doesn’t bother you much. It’s almost a reward. H-m-m-m… Let’s try this. Gently remove my skirt. No touches, no kisses, no strokes.”
“Yes, Angel.” Kara knelt down and unwound Angela’s wrap-around skirt. She folded it neatly and set it on the spot her own clothes had occupied.
“Well done. Now, my panties.” Kara complied happily. She thought her “punishment” might consist of an opportunity to pleasure Angela orally. She set the panties neatly on top of the skirt. Angela sat down in the wingback chair next to the couch. She got right back up and looked back at the light fabric of the chair. “Actually, go get me three big towels from the bathroom.”
“Yes, Angel.” Kara quickly rushed to the bathroom and back. She loved this game, and she adored how much control Angela had over her already. She knelt and presented the towels to Angela. She noticed her goddess had grabbed her iPhone. Angela took two towels and placed them on the seat of the chair. The other, she wrapped around the kneeling girl’s head, effectively creating a blindfold. Angela slowly guided Kara’s head between her legs. Kara’s heart beat faster and faster as she could sense by the proximity of her goddess’s thighs and the wonderful aroma of her arousal that Kara’s face was within an inch of Angela’s sex. But Angela stopped her right there.
With a swift movement, Angela brought both of Kara’s hands to her generous tits. Kara was incredibly turned on. She had wanted to feel and squeeze and tease these breasts all night long. She could feel the nipples through the thin fabric of Angela’s t-shirt. “Now, don’t move one millimeter,” Angela commanded. “If you touch my delicious and wet pussy or begin to move your fingers on my big breasts at all, I am going to stand you in the corner for the rest of the night.” With that, Angela began to play with her iPhone.
Kara had been guided to the edge of ecstasy and then forced to freeze. She couldn’t see Angela at all, but she could smell her and sense the warmth of her aroused pussy. Did Angela know that Kara was extremely aroused by the smells of sex? Kara figured everyone got turned on by the scent of their lover, but she knew that she reacted to it more strongly than most girls. Now, she was within an inch of the source of the sweetest aroma she had ever known, and she couldn’t move toward it. Kara’s heart pounded, and she could feel that she was beginning to sweat.
Angela, judging from the sounds Kara was hearing, had just reached Island 3 in a game of Tiny Wings. Kara knew that Angela was turned on; there was no way that she could give off this much body heat without being seriously aroused. But the woman sat calmly and played her game, ignoring the six-foot blonde kneeling before her with her eager tongue poised to pleasure her pussy. She seemed unmoved by the slender fingers aching to be released so that they could knead and massage her breasts. Kara imagined the beautiful face of her new lover blissfully playing her game and paying no mind to the girl she knew wasn’t going to break the rules she had set down. It seemed to the girl that she was there to serve the woman at her whim. When she felt like being pleasured, she would tell Kara to do it. When she felt like stopping, Kara would stop. In a matter of a few minutes, Kara had gone from wanting to play at being owned to feeling like she genuinely was owned. As her own juices began to run down the inside of her leg Kara moaned softly with frustrated desire.
It was only later, when she had time to reflect, that Kara realized what Angela was doing. Angela wasn’t waiting until she was in the mood to be pleasured. She wanted things to begin every bit as much as Kara did. Angela was waiting for Kara’s sake. Nick’s dominance took the form of an animalistic assault on a girl who wanted to be physically taken by her ridiculously strong boy. Elfie derived pleasure from the roughness and the humiliation. Angela didn’t possess physical strength anywhere near Kara’s, but she also didn’t feel like she had to humiliate Kara to own her. Angela had strength of will and the benefit of experience. She was merely using those to work Kara into a maddening state of arousal. When Angela’s will began to crumble from her own frustrated desires she would unleash Kara. Until then, she let the girl’s desire build. She was maximizing Kara’s experience, not her own.
But Kara couldn’t see that in the moment. She just knew that the longer she stayed in this position, the more she was going to be willing to do anything her lover asked. She moaned again. Angela remained silent. Island 7. Apparently, she wasn’t half bad at the game. “Please, Angel,” she whispered.
“Not yet, baby.”
“Now look what you did. I crashed my poor little bird. I have to start over.” Angela started the game again. Kara felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She strained to keep from moving. Her hands were starting to shake, but she didn’t let them actually move. She heard the little “Uh-oh!” as Angela’s bird crashed into a hill. Again. Then again. Was Angela getting distracted?
“Kara,” Angela said as she set the phone down on the end table. “You are such a beautiful girl. Did I tell you how much I love your body? Your legs are glorious. They are so very, very long and slender, but they aren’t skinny. No, your calves are delicious. I want to run my tongue along your calves and then right up your hamstrings to your delicious bottom. Then, I was thinking that I might stick my tongue right in your tight asshole. Did anyone ever do that for you?”
“No, Angel.” Kara’s voice was so shaky that it was difficult to understand. Another tear ran down her cheek. When was Angela going to set her free?
“Or maybe, you could wrap those long legs around me and bring your sweet pussy right up against mine. Would you like to rub your pussy against mine?”
“Yes, please, Angel.” Tears of frustration were flowing freely now. Kara thought of how sexy Elfie had looked when tears of frustration ran down her cheeks when Nick had teased her. She hoped she looked as good.
“I wouldn’t mind tasting your sweet, shaved little cunny, either. Do you think I should suck on your clit while I slide a pretty little toy in and out of you?”
Kara’s response no longer contained words. She whimpered and moaned, and her hands shook far more than she could control. How was this happening to her? Angela hadn’t touched her at all besides a few kisses and gentle strokes several minutes ago. Still, Kara felt like she was more under the thrall of this woman than Elfie had ever been under Nick’s control.
“Pretty, pretty baby… what oh what should I do with your gorgeous body? Kara?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“You’re m-more, Angel.”
“But you made my pussy all hot and wet, Kara. And you’ve never touched it. Think for a moment, Kara. Doesn’t it make you feel good to know you did that?”
“Y-yes, Angel.” Kara’s hips were starting to squirm.
“Think only this thought. ‘I am beautiful. I am sexy.’ When I think that you really believe it, I might let you move.” Kara did as she was told. She tried her hardest just to feel like she was beautiful and sexy. Angela had said so. It must be true. Angela was so smart and so strong. Kara tried to focus on just the thought. She began to believe it. Suddenly, she was blinking against the light as Angela removed the towel from her eyes. “Taste me, baby,” Angela said.
Kara didn’t dive on Angela’s pussy the way she would have guessed. Shaking, she lowered her lips to her mistress’s sex and gently kissed it. She gently pressed her lips to Angela’s pubis again and again, even tracing a little trail up the thin strip of black hair above her sweetness. “You are so beautiful, Angel,” she whispered. Angela stroked Kara’s blonde hair and moaned softly. When Kara finally tasted Angela properly, she did it with great tenderness. It was a moment fitting her relationship with Teagen. As Kara’s tongue first slid between the folds of Angela’s sex, the blonde pictured her delicate ex-girlfriend. The image lasted only a second, but it did register deep in Kara’s brain. Maybe it was that this moment signaled that Kara had indeed moved on from her first love. Maybe it signaled that no girl ever truly does move on from her first love.
Angela tasted far different than Teagen. Kara had known a few girls and realized that they each had their own taste, but it had been a very long time since Kara had tasted a bit of “strange.” It was overwhelming and infinitely intriguing. Angela was like a fine wine, heady and meant to be taken in slowly. But like a fine wine, she had a way of “sneaking up on you” and leaving you utterly intoxicated. Kara became lost in the moment, exploring every direction her tongue could take. Long lingering trails of delight were followed by quick darts of pleasure and then long, slow and thoroughly indecent swirls. It was during a bawdy swirl with the flat of her tongue that Kara saw the first true break in Angela’s cool. As Kara followed it with a hard press of the tongue to Angela’s swollen clit, the raven-haired beauty cried aloud. “You dirty, nasty little sweetheart!” Angela exclaimed and grabbed Kara roughly by the back of the head and ground her face into her. Angela’s legs flew up and locked behind Kara’s head, giving the tall girl an even better angle at which she could descend on her mistress. “Finger!” Angela demanded. Kara quickly brought a long slender finger up and slid it into her goddess’s slick channel. “Not there!”
Kara hesitated for only a second. “Yes, Angel!” she whispered hastily as she broke for breath. Anything for this woman. Anything in the world. Kara slid the moistened finger into Angela’s waiting asshole.
“Nice… and long,” Angela purred in approval. “Now, put another one in there and work it hard, little girl.” Kara had never before slid a digit in any girl’s backside, but she had seen Nick’s thick cock pound away at Elfie’s tiny hole. She was not afraid to do as she was commanded. While she ground on Angela’s clit with the flat of her tongue, she pistoned her two fingers in and out of Angela’s ass as quickly as she could. Angela writhed in ecstasy as her teenaged lover strove to pleasure her. And as her pleasure rose, she began to unleash torrents of words. Words that were an odd combination of dominance and praise. She would not humiliate Kara with unvarnished curses, but she had more feelings than simple admiration as well. Kara loved every second of it, even if removed from the sex and the situation the words would have seemed strange. “Beautiful fucktoy,” “filthy love,” “horny little sweetheart,” “darling slut,” “gorgeous whore,” “sweet, sweet little fuck-bitch.” Angela knew just how to make them all work, even if she was flying on instinct now that Kara had her hovering on the edge of orgasm. “Make me cum, precious slut. Make me cum now!”
Kara was flying on instinct as well and never was quite sure what prompted her next move. She lifted herself from her kneeling position, pinched Angela’s left nipple hard with her own right hand and stuck her tongue deeply inside her goddess’s mouth as she frantically rubbed Angela’s clit with her left hand. Angela shuddered and moaned loudly as the long fingers worked her button and the sudden pinch of her nipple sent jolts through her body. As experienced as she was, Angela had not been prepared for the mercurial tactic her little sweetheart had employed. In seconds, she stiffened and gave a series of short squeals as her body was overtaken with an orgasmic rush. The woman’s head rolled back and her eyes closed tightly. She was incapable of movement. She felt her long, lean lover slip away from her like the fading images of a dream interrupted by gradually waking. She clutched at the air when she could move her arms, but they came up empty. When at last she could open her eyes and look about, she was afraid that her young lover would prove only to be a figment of her fertile imagination. But she felt a slight tickling at her toes.
There, down on all fours, was Angela’s dream, kissing the author’s feet. This mere girl had taken Angela further and faster than any more experienced woman had done in a very long time. Angela didn’t realize how much credit she deserved for the girl’s inspiration; she just knew that she was in possession of a genuine wonder. This was a girl who was born to greatness in the bedroom—and possessed no clue what a wonder she truly was. Angela looked down at her. She could have her permanently if she desired it. The girl was devoted to her, and Angela hadn’t even pleasured her yet.
But that wasn’t Angela’s game. No promising young woman should be packed off from city-to-city like another piece of her lover’s luggage. Angela belonged to the road and to meet-and-greets and book signings and to the occasional seduction of strange young women. This girl was to be Chicago, this year, and then never again. Any temptation to possess her beyond that did not serve the beautiful child—and at nineteen she wasn’t much more than a child—well at all. Angela would share a dream with her, and she would make sure that this girl left this room knowing what an extraordinary lover she was. But beyond that… there could be no more.
“Not bad, kitten,” Angela said softly. “Not bad at all.”
“Thank you, Angel,” she whispered between kisses to Angela’s feet. “I tried hard for you.”
“That’s why you’re special, baby. You know how to get pleasure from serving another.”
“I’m glad that—“
“Stop talking. Lick my pussy while I think, but don’t get too carried away.” Kara rose up to her knees and was surprised to see that Angela was rising to her feet. Kara had to place her hands on Angela’s backside to be able to lean down to her goddess’s pussy. She wanted to feast on her, but did as she was told, gently kissing and licking while Angela quietly pondered what to do next. “Kara, remember how I told you I wasn’t going to get rough with you?”
“Well, I changed my mind.”
Angela reached down and gently took Kara’s chin in her hand. Kara looked up into her mistress’s deep brown eyes. “I am not displeased with you in any way. But for me to reach my ultimate pleasure, you need to reach yours. And I think that somewhere inside you, there is a desire to get pushed to your limits, and I will not have a deliciously dirty little girl like you leave this room without knowing how far you can go. You are special, my pet. You need to know how special you are. And I can only show you your true potential by taking things further. Do you understand?”
“Anything for you, Angel.”
“No, sweetie. It’s all for you. In the end, it’s all for you.” Angela leaned down and kissed Kara’s beautiful mouth. Kara was sure that her lipstick and make-up were a mess by now, but she understood that it wouldn’t bother Angela. Kara was pretty sure it would actually turn her goddess on a bit. The blonde pictured herself, her hair wild, her lipstick smeared, mascara tracks down her face from the tears of frustration she had shed before Angela let her begin. For a moment, she pictured Teagen’s beautiful tearstained face from Saint Patrick’s Day. Kara was already ridiculously aroused by Angela, but her mind’s flash on Teagen’s gentle eyes somehow pushed her even further.
“You’re ready to pop, little one,” Angela purred. “Stand up.” Kara rose to her feet and towered over her tiny lover. Angela had just called her “little one,” but the term still didn’t seem odd to either of them. There was no doubt in either of their minds which of them was in charge, and which of them was the baby girl. “Go into my bedroom, open the pink suitcase and set it at the foot of the bed. Then pull back the covers and lie face down on the bed.”
“Yes, Angel.” Kara moved as quickly as she could, but did not get past Angela without receiving a playful smack on the ass. Kara had received them before, not from Teagen, but from others. But that was all they had been, playful smacks to her delicious bottom. The smack from Angela promised more to come, and quite likely not with the same girlish glee with which the first had been imbued.
Kara did not have to look hard to find the pink suitcase. It was huge. She brought it to the foot of the bed and opened it. Kara would never look at her Fun Box with quite the same pride again. The lid of the case held a dozen narrow pockets each stuffed with a dildo of a different size, shape and color. Struck by a sudden impulse, Kara pulled the clear glass one and gave it a long lick. It had undoubtedly been used to please Angela, but no taste of the dark-haired beauty remained on it. These toys were meticulously clean. Kara wondered if Angela cleaned them herself or if that was another of faithful Carla’s duties. The base of the suitcase contained silken sashes for tying, a promising strap-on, feathers of various sizes, a clear plastic zippered bag with an assortment of oils and lubes. There were a few different masks, strings of beads and a ball gag. There were not whips or needles or other devices to use in more torturous activities. Kara did spot some nipple clamps, but they actually had soft pads on the inside of them. There was one instrument that spoke of a little more aggression, and Kara felt herself thrill to the sight of it. Tucked along the side of the case was a small paddle with holes drilled through the broad business end.
Kara nearly got lost in the contents of the case, but then remembered her lover’s instruction. The tall blonde quickly and neatly pulled down the covers of the bed and lay face down. Either she was fortunate in her timing or her merciful mistress had allowed her a moment to appreciate the beautiful objects in the case. Whichever the case, Kara had just assumed her position when Angela entered the room. “Good girl,” Angela said softly. “Sweet little kitten.” She trailed a finger gently up the length of Kara’s spine. She gently pulled the blonde hair away from the girl’s neck. Angela gave her pretty babe a few gentle kisses below the ear.
“That’s so nice, Angel. I adore you.”
“Good girl,” she repeated and traced a finger slowly back down Kara’s spine. She kept the finger going until it reached the cleft of Kara’s beautiful bottom. Without even realizing she was doing it, Kara rose her hips and tilted until the little bud of her asshole pressed itself against Angela’s finger. “Well, I usually ask for permission for going there,” Angela said calmly, “but I think I just got it.” Angela paused for a moment. “You’re a sweet little slut for me, aren’t you.”
“When I do it for you, it’s just being a good girl, Angel.”
“Thank you, Angel.”
“Kara, my little pet, I think I want to do sweet wonderful things to you. And since you followed my orders so well, and didn’t touch any of my toys without permission, I think I will be very gentle.” Kara squirmed slightly. “What was that? Kitten, did you touch my toys?”
“Just one, Goddess.”
“Bad girl, Kara!” Angela cried and smacked Kara hard on the ass. It stung a little, but Kara was firm and Angela’s hand was petite. The mild burn could never be confused for pain. “Which toy?”
“The clear glass dildo.” There was a quick flurry of motion and the smack on Kara’s ass was entirely different this time. She had been swatted with the paddle. Angela had retrieved it and delivered the blow all in one movement. “The clear glass dildo, Angel!”
“What did you do with it, little slut?”
Kara wanted to answer, but she hesitated a moment, transported by the way Angela’s voice was commanding without being demeaning. To be called a slut by her felt like being called “baby” by most girls. This woman was amazing! The paddle landed again. Kara felt wetness building in her pussy and ground it against the silk sheets of the king-size bed.
“Tell me what you did, you horny little brat.”
“I-I licked it, Angel. I was hoping it tasted like you.”
Angela hesitated for a moment. She had wanted to give Kara one more good smack with the paddle, but the sexy image the girl had planted in her mind had taken the experienced woman by surprise. There was something about this girl that touched Angela’s heart more than any girl had in a long time. And she turned Angela on so much. She pictured throwing herself into the tall girl’s arms and kissing her as the girl rolled Angela to her back and fucked her silly with her long fingers, calling Angela the same names she had used to describe Kara. She pictured herself yielding utterly to the strong young girl. That was what Angela wanted in that moment, but she had promised the girl something different. She would deliver.
“Just thinking what to do with my naughty little pet. Fetch me the dildo you sullied.”
“Yes, Angel.” Kara scrambled off the bed and grabbed the dildo. She pressed it to her lover’s hand and then flopped back down on the bed as Angela knelt beside her.
“I clean these toys every time I use them. I am almost fanatical about it. But you dirtied one of them. This is your first serious mistake, my little one. I want to forgive you, but I have to apply some discipline or you might not learn right from wrong.”
“Right is what Angel tells me to do.”
“Oh, so you know right from wrong. You just forgot.”
“So, what I really need to do is give you something that will help you remember.” Angela pressed the dildo to Kara’s asshole.
“Whatever you think is best, Angel.”
“I should just jam this big dildo up your beautiful virgin ass… but I am fond of you, and it was your first big mistake. I’ll help you get ready first. Kneel at the edge of the bed with your chest down on the mattress.” Angela loved watching the blonde’s long slender legs slip gracefully to the floor as she followed the order. But she realized it had been a long time since she had looked into her lover’s gorgeous face. Gently, she grabbed a handful of blonde hair and lifted the girl’s head. Moved by her beauty, Angela kissed her passionately. With an effort, she broke the kiss and took the glass rod and slipped it into the girl’s mouth. “Keep it there,” she said sternly.
Kara felt her lover’s hot kisses again as Angela placed them on her lower back and worked down her the curve of her ass. Kara moaned softly and felt the hard glass phallus vibrate against her lips and tongue. Once again, Teagen’s shining eyes appeared in Kara’s mind. How did she keep doing that? How did timid little Teagen keep popping into Kara’s mind while this goddess made love to her? Then it was over, Teagen faded away and Kara was in the moment. She felt the kisses work their way toward the center and imagined Angela’s beautiful face again. How did Kara ever get so lucky? How did she get such a beautiful and famous woman as a lover? And by all the gods and goddesses in the universe, how did she get that woman’s tongue in her asshole?
Angela had done so many things with women, and had loved so many of those things that she had difficulty identifying any of them as her favorite. But if there was one, this might be it. The girl or woman for whom Angela would do this was rare, and maybe that’s why it seemed so special. Angela knew that she was with someone special if she was doing this. And when she felt her lover’s response then the thrill was incredible. And this one… her response was exquisite. Kara’s hips bucked and writhed as she tried to grind her pussy against the bed. Her moans, muffled by the dildo in her mouth, were filled with lustful frenzy. “Give me the toy,” Angela commanded.
“Yes, Angel,” the blonde said with a sexy little groan and passed it back. Angela took the toy from the slender hand that had pleasured her a few minutes before. It was a mid-sized shaft, not a slender one more appropriate for a first time, but not a monster that would have put the girl in extreme pain. Still, dry it wouldn’t be as much fun for Kara as it would be if it were a little slicker. Angela pressed it teasingly to Kara’s tight asshole. Kara stopped humping the edge of the bed, but did not attempt to move away from the impending invader. Angela slid the toy down the crack of the gorgeous teenage ass and into the wet pussy she found below it. “Oh, God, yes!” Kara cried.
“Can you reach it, pet?”
“Do it. Work it around. Get it slicked up, because it’s going somewhere else very soon.” Kara’s long arm shot back between her legs and she continued to moan in pleasure as she worked the shining rod in and out of her sweet-smelling sex. Angela busied herself with the other opening, spitting on it and beginning to work her finger in and out very gently. She had a free hand and used it to reach under her pet and tweak her left breast. She was hoping that the combination of sensations would overwhelm any of the girl’s doubts about yielding her virgin opening. It seemed to work. Kara didn’t clamp down with her strong haunches and resist the digit sliding in and out of her. Angela had done this more than a few times, and her experience was paying off. Kara wasn’t behaving like a scared girl about to be subjected to a frightening new experience. She was behaving like a very turned-on girl open to whatever happened next.
Kara was almost ready to cum, but she felt a firm little hand clasp hers and gently remove the toy from her sex. The hand that had been tweaking her nipple suddenly reappeared at the opening of her hot pussy and went to work. The little hand found Kara’s g-spot faster than the girl’s own ever could have, and Kara was no stranger to self-exploration. As the tall blonde writhed in ecstasy, the tip of the glass dildo penetrated her backside. It hurt, but not tremendously, and Kara was so on fire below that she could not focus entirely on what was happening with her asshole. “Uhhhh!” she grunted softly, “oh my fucking god!”
Angela increased the intensity of her attack on Kara’s pussy and sent the girl into a quiet orgasm that silently shook her whole body. When Kara was in the throes of her climax, Angela slowly worked the toy well into the girl’s channel. Kara collapsed onto the bed and shuddered slightly. Angela began to pump it in and out at a steady rhythm. Kara regained her senses, and her focus finally fell to what was happening behind her. “How you doing, Kitten?”
“Oh, Angela, I want to scream!” the blonde whispered urgently.
Angela ignored the girl’s slip with her name. “Scream all you want, little one.”
“Oooooh! It hurts! It hurts just right! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Angela!”
Angela drove the dildo very deep into the girl. “What did you say?”
“OWIE! Angel! Angel! Angel!”
“Better, my pet.”
“I can take it, Angel! Put it deep again if you want! Oh, goddess, anything for you. Ten miles on busted glass…” Kara stopped using words for the most part, then. She gripped the sheets tightly as her lover repeatedly buried the smooth rod deep in her tight bottom. “Unnnh! OOOOH!” Kara used to be a little afraid of this moment. She had secretly wanted it for a time now, but she had still feared it. This amazing woman had made it so easy, but it was still an incomprehensible thrill. Kara was lost somewhere between feeling like she was about to get split in half and feeling like she had never really been complete until this moment. “Ooooh!”
Angela felt confident and in control again. She was still amazed by this girl’s beauty, spirit and passion, but Angela had pleased her in ways the girl had never known. That made her feel like she had earned the command she held over her gorgeous young lover. She had pushed the girl down the first portion of the path to an exciting new way of lovemaking. Angela imagined the sound of glass shattering as her girl’s barriers fell to pieces. She thought of the walking ten miles over broken glass metaphor. Angela felt that way about this girl now. She would still let her go on Sunday, but until then she would do anything for the girl she was now hammering fairly vigorously with a dildo.
Kara felt a hand take her arm and guide it beneath her toward her sex. She began to massage her swollen clit as her lover continued the assault on her asshole. It would be hard to cum again so soon, but she now knew that cumming with a toy up her ass would be a possibility. This was something she could take, something she could love. And she could do it to another girl. She knew it now. She could command another; she could use her own experience to bring the girl pleasures she had never known. And when she was done, the girl wouldn’t feel like she had been used and abused. She would simply feel like she had been taken by a fiercely passionate lover. Kara could be either girl.
Angela could tell it would take quite a while of this to get her little one over the top, and she didn’t want to make it go longer than a few minutes. No reason to leave the girl feeling sore and battered. Kara had proven she had the courage and toughness to take this kind of loving. “Kara, I want one more thing from you now.”
“Take me hard, and don’t be gentle about it. I want to be your little bitch.” Angela removed the toy from Kara and placed it on the floor. She went to her knees and elbows with her ankles crossed and placed her head on the floor. She assumed a position of complete surrender before her trusted young lover.
“Get me the strap-on, bitch,” Kara said with command but no venom. Angela tried to play the frightened girl, but she couldn’t contain her smile. She presented the strap-on to her mistress. “Put it on me.”
Angela slid the harness into position and gently pulled on it to make sure the base end was positioned in a place that would provide pleasure and stimulation to the wearer as well. She was pleased to hear Kara moan softly. From the viewpoint Angela had on her knees, the girl who towered over her appeared to be ten-feet tall. Angela smiled up at her and Kara returned the smile fondly. “You are so beautiful, Kara.” Kara gently stroked Angela’s hair for a moment and then grasped a handful of it firmly. Without losing control, the blonde pulled Angela to her feet and firmly pushed her to the bed.
“Spread your legs and diddle your pretty pussy, baby,” Kara commanded. Angela did as she was told, gently pleasing herself. “I think you can take a little more than that,” the blonde said after watching for a few minutes. Kara drove two long fingers deep into her tiny lover’s pussy. She felt the warmth and wetness as the opening closed around her digits. Kara grabbed one of the beautiful tits that stood firmly against the woman’s petite form. She began to work the breast with firm squeezes as she pounded her fingers deep up inside Angie Cassini’s pussy. Angie Cassini, Angela Cash, famous author and the sexiest woman Kara had ever known, moaned and squirmed on the girl’s long fingers. Kara reached up high and just past the opening and began to probe the roof of the writer’s sex. Then, Angela Cash, the sex goddess screamed Kara’s name and released a flood of fluids onto the girl’s hand.
“Sometimes… I… gush… a bit,” Angela panted when she caught her breath.
“You sure do,” Kara said, trying not to sound like an inexperienced girl who had never seen so much fluid come out of a lover before. She had a hard time with that, but then found her confident voice. “It makes me think you’d be a bit of a slut for me. Are you my horny little slut, Angie?”
Angela blinked at the use of the name she rarely used outside her family and lifelong friends. Suddenly, she felt like a sixteen-year-old again, being taken by the twenty-two year-old college girl down the street on a hot summer evening in Queens. “Yes, Kara. I’ll be a little slut for you if you can make me feel like this.” She looked away, feigning shame, but actually touching the very real memories of the shame she had felt the first time she had “dirty sex.”
“I figured you would,” Kara said to the woman she openly worshipped. “You have big slutty tits and I can smell your horny little cunt.” Kara had never used that word in bed before, but she didn’t even trip on it. Angela had transformed her. “I’m gonna fuck that little cunt now.”
“Yes, Kara.” Angela looked up hopefully at her and then looked away like a shy schoolgirl. She spread her legs wide.
Kara scooped her behind the knees and brought them up as she reached her long slender hands around and found her lover’s slender neck. Angela’s eyes opened a little wider. Her legs were crooked over Kara’s elbows and she felt gentle pressure against her throat. Her airflow wasn’t really impeded, but she found her breaths ragged anyway. This long, sexy beauty had her totally under her control, and it thrilled the hell out of the experienced woman. “I’m gonna give it to you good, Angie. I’m gonna make you scream.” Kara pressed the stiff rubber phallus toward her lover, and Angie Cassini instinctively reached to pull it into her. “Slut,” Kara said with a teasing little laugh. Angie loved the way the girl had no dark edge in her voice when she used the foul names.
Kara felt the shaft plunge into her little lover’s fold and thrilled at the way Angie’s head tilted back and her eyes rolled up into her head. Then, with all the passion and desire she had left in her, Kara fucked the hell out of her. The little soft rubber nub at the base of the strap-on touched Kara in a very convenient place when she began to thrust and withdraw from her lover. Soon, she was driving the big shaft deep into the tiny woman’s sex and listening to her wails of pleasure. Kara bottomed it out and began to grind herself on the nub as Angie whimpered. It was wonderful, but not as thrilling as watching the beautiful woman’s face when she was getting pumped. Kara went back to fucking Angie with abandon.
Angela was transported all the way back to hot summer night and then somewhere beyond that. Had that college girl had half of Kara’s mix of passion and tenderness, little Angie might have never left Queens. She might have never become Angela Cash. But that wasn’t the way it had been. She had become Angela Cash, and now she was here in Chicago with another college girl, a much better one.
This was the way lovemaking was supposed to be. Kara was taking her with a merciless hunger, but if her little Angie had given her an asking look, everything would have stopped and Kara would have just held her close. When she let this blonde beauty go on Sunday, she would be loosing a wonder on the world. Some little college girl up in Michigan was going to have her world turned upside down, but it was going to be done by a girl that had a heart that seemed huge even in a six-foot body. But that was too complex a thought for the author to hold onto in the moment. She was just a regular girl, after all. No more in this moment than the wide-eyed teenager from Queens. And Angie felt a third climax building inside her. “Oh, Kara, you make me feel so good!” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Kara didn’t need the urging to continue, but she sure appreciated the sentiment. When Angie screamed and shook, Kara felt a deep satisfaction. She had pleased this magnificent woman. Kara knew something now that she hadn’t known before. She was worthy of any woman in the world. And there were so many wonderful women out there to share loving experiences with. Her life was filled with possibilities for amazing sexual encounters, and maybe—someday—she could fall in love again.
Kara rolled off the tiny woman she had ravaged. She barely noticed when Angela had recovered enough to remove the strap-on, but she definitely noticed when Angela’s nimble tongue gently went to work on her. It really didn’t take very long for the tender swirls and licks to bring her near her release. She didn’t give her lover any more orders. She didn’t receive any, either. They were in a zone, now. They understood one another so well. Angela did a few long licks with an incredible zig-zag to them and Kara found that the hand that had been gently stroking her lover’s hair began to tighten. Angela read the meaning of the gesture. She used the flat of her tongue on Kara’s clit for a few seconds and Kara felt an electric jolt shoot through her body before she went limp.
The college girl and the author snuggled into one another’s arms and drifted off to sleep. They knew the next few days would be filled with more of this, and they were willing to let their tired bodies recover.
Kara dreamt of a slender and gentle girl that night. She adored Angela, but she loved someone else. She just had to figure out how to bring timid Teagen into this brave new world.
PART FIVE COMING SOON
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