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Learning Something New

By: matron222



At twenty-three years of age, I finally entered graduate school. I should have been happy but I wasn't. My poor body image followed me all the way through high school and college. I didn't date much and never had a steady boyfriend.

While I would never considered myself fat, I always thought people noticed my fat ass and sturdy frame. I was the one always wearing blue jeans, a sweat shirt and carrying a back-pack. I hardly ever wore a dress. My hair was blondish brown and always in a tail. I smiled easily, but I felt bad that my social life never got off the ground.

I moved hundreds of miles away from home to enter grad school. Instead of living in a dorm I found a basement apartment off campus. The house belonged to Emma Jones, a forty-seven year old business woman who worked out of her house. She had a magnetic personality with shoulder length red hair and an athletic body. Her face was nicely sculpted with deep eyes and a few wrinkles that added to her beauty. She worked out daily and obviously took care of herself since her tummy was flat and her bum shapely.

Emma left me alone for most of the week but always invited me for dinner on Friday evenings. As time went on, I would stay longer and longer, talking into the night. One night we talked about the topic of sex and my social life. I confided in her my fears and anxieties. It was the first time I'd ever really expressed them. She was very caring and I felt very close to her. 

After we'd finished a bottle of wine, Emma asked if she could give me a small massage to relax me. I thought it was a good idea. It wouldn't be anything fancy, she said, just a rub of my shoulders and legs to sleep better. 

We both went to my bedroom in the basement. I took off my jeans and sweat shirt. Lying on my stomach, Emma unclasped my bra and began to give me a relaxing massage. To my surprise, when she was massaging my thighs, I became sexually aroused. I couldn't believe how fast I felt an orgasm coming.

There came a point when I could no longer hold back. I buried my face in the pillow as my entire body stiffened and I let the orgasm wash over me. I hardly let out a whimper but Emma heard me. I didn't dare move when it was finished. Suddenly, I felt the softest touch against my ear and behind it. Emma was kissing me. I turned to face her as her lips met mine. In a moment her tongue was in mouth. I sucked on its wet warmth. It was my first French kiss. 

I didn't need to explain what had happened, Emma knew. I felt embarrassed and could hardly say anything. Emma begged me to say nothing. She just lay beside me and began kissing me deeper. I couldn't resist the feelings that filled my body. I wanted her to continue. She took me in her arms and showered me with kisses all over my face. 

Her tongue was in my mouth again and I devoured it. My lust was rising again and soon I wanted to come. As if she knew me well, Emma fluttered her fingers over my crotch of my white cotton panties. The stimulation felt so good. My breathing became shallow and I came to a climax very quickly. Emma watched as my body went rigid and my tummy muscles stretched. I was self-conscious as she looked at my face contorting with the rising pleasure I was feeling but couldn't stop. Emma was the first person I ever shared an orgasm with.

Being a sensitive person, Emma again told me not to speak. Instead she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Without turning on lights, she took off my panties. Lying on the bed, I watched the older woman take her blouse and jeans off. She was wearing a dark bra and panties. 

Emma lay beside me. To my surprise, I put my arm around her. Her skin was warm and I liked being close to another human being. She liked what I did as she stroked my body gently. She told me what I beautiful body I had and how honored she felt that I would share it with her.

"You don't think I'm too fat?" I asked shyly.

"No," she whispered back. "You're exactly the way you're supposed to be."

She then leaned over and kissed my neck and shoulders. Her mouth finally reached my breast and kissed my nipples. The first time is always the best. She kissed and sucked each nipple for a long time as her other hand made little circles above my vulva. I was excited again and I couldn't hide it.

When she felt I was cumming again, she thrust her tongue in my mouth and I sucked it madly until I came with a loud shriek. It was a great orgasm and its rays touched my entire body. 

I was still breathing hard and I didn't think I could experience anything better until Emma's tongue slid down my stomach and began kissing my vagina.

Her mouth was fast and efficient. I felt her tongue lick my labial lips as they swelled with her touch. The idea that someone her age would kiss my private parts drove me mad with lust. I could feel her soft tongue nibble my inner lips before she found my clitoris. I exploded with a grunt.

The orgasm was quick and violent as I felt the older woman's tongue lash my clit and penetrate my love canal. She could tell that I was tight but it didn't matter. Her manner was soft and gentle. 

When I finally calmed down, Emma lay beside me, caressing my body. My pubic hair was matted with wetness but she didn't seem to mind. As she talked to me I stared at her shapely breasts nestled in her bra and the smooth curves of her body. I realized that I found her body attractive and I was happy she found mine attractive too.

"Is this better than masturbating alone, Becky," she asked softly. 

I admitted with a smile that it was. She then asked how many times I masturbated during the week. She told me to tell the truth. I was happy she wasn't shocked when I said four or five times a week. 

She asked if I used a vibrator and I said no. We talked more and I admitted to masturbating mostly in the morning and sometimes in the shower. I even told her I stroked myself in the car. I didn't mind talking to Emma like this because I felt she cared for me and I'd kept all this secret for so long. 

She then asked a big question I never thought I would hear. After tonight, she wanted to know that if I wanted to masturbate, would I come and ask her help.

"I'd love to help you, if you want Becky," she whispered in my ear. "You saw how well you felt tonight."

"I've never had a friend like you, Emma," I said, not knowing what to say. "I've never felt so close someone before."

We talked some more about my feelings but I was so sleepy and I felt so warm and secure in her arms. 

She then had me role over on my stomach. First her hand caressed my ass then I felt her mouth against my ass cheeks. She licked and kissed each one while caressing the other her hand. Emma kissed my ass for a long time, telling me how beautiful it was. Her hand slipped into my crack and tickled my anus. I giggled but enjoyed the touching. When she finished she cuddled close to me and told me never to feel bad about my beautiful body and my ass. 

We kissed some more and for the first time I took in the taste of her lipstick and the smell of her perfume. I didn't think falling in love was so easy. Shortly I feel into a sound sleep.

It was morning before I awoke to a warm feeling between my legs. Emma lay over me massaging my body. She'd taken her bra off and I saw her naked breasts for the first time. They were large and hung down from her freckled chest. The aureoles were large circles crowned by her fat nipples. I had never realized how beautiful pendulant breasts look. 

Emma saw me staring at her breasts and brought her chest closer until her nipples were touching me. It was like electricity touching me. Without saying words, we each examined one another's nipples and breasts. We both enjoyed the stimulation as our fingers caressed and rubbed each other's tits. 

"I'm only a 32B cup Emma. I feel so small compared to you," I whispered, self-conscious of my body again.

"Hush, Becky," she said, "breast size has nothing to do with your sexual response. I like your breasts because they are yours." She then kissed each nipple as they hardened under her play.

Emma kissed me with a smile. Remembering the night before and her question, I became horny and Emma detected it. 

"Show me what you do, Becky," she ordered softly.

I parted my legs and let my hand slip between them. My in index finger slid along my slit until I eased it in. 

I felt odd having a woman as old as my mother watch me but I knew I wanted to do it. Emma's hand glided over my stomach and her touch enflamed my rising passion. 

"Would you like me to kiss your nipple, Becky?" she asked. "Would that help your morning pleasure?

I nodded as her tongue licked my nipple. The sight of an older woman kissing my breasts sent lust bursting through my body. I could feel her large breasts rubbing against my stomach. I sunk my finger into my pussy and began to stroke myself.

Looking at the older woman, I saw her hand slip into her panties and her fingers begin to play with her pussy. 

When my stroking rhythm became fast, Emma stopped sucking my nipple and lay beside me. She took her hand out of her panties and put her fingers to my mouth. For the first time I smelt her sex as she eased her finger into my mouth. It was a new taste and I sucked on her fingers. The idea of sucking her juices only made me more excited. Taking her fingers from her mouth, she put them back in her panties and began to stroke herself. 

We both looked into each other's eyes tenderly. I was going to cum soon. 

"I'm going to watch you cum darling," Emma said softly. "You don't know how excited I am to watch you. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes," I muttered, hardly able to contain my excitement.

With her hand still stroking her pussy, she kissed me on the lips. 

"Let me hear you cum, Becky," she whispered.

I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer. The idea of an older woman watching me masturbate drove me wild. I sunk my fingers into my pussy and rubbed myself as hard as I could. With my eyes shut, my body shuddered and I groaned loudly. My pelvis went rigid with pleasure as I allowed it to reach every corner of my body.

When I calmed, Emma was still stroking herself. I was fascinated by her openness to masturbate in front of me. I had never seen another woman masturbate before.

"Did you cum well, Becky?" she asked with concern.

"Yeah, I did, Emma," I replied with my hand still stroking my pussy. "You didn't think I looked like a fat cow?"

"No, of course, not," she said quickly. "Don't be silly. You're a woman who loves pleasure. You just can't admit it to yourself. Women do it all the time. I would like to share with you how I cum. Do you want to watch? I'm cumming soon."

I nodded shyly. She had read my curiosity.

Emma took off her panties and told me to situate myself in a place where I could see her cum. She folded her legs over me so I could watch her fingers play with her hairy sex. Her index finger circled her clit and then she penetrated herself with two fingers. Lying on her back, her breasts flopped from side to side as her pace increased. I enjoyed the scent of her sex and the swishing sound her fingers made. Her pubic hair was slick with her juices.

Soon, Emma was making little whimpering sounds; her body stiffened and her hips bucked and raised themselves off the bed as she felt the pleasure of her orgasm pulsate through her. It was obvious that Emma enjoyed sexual pleasure. I wondered if my mother enjoyed it as much as her.

That was the first time I mutually masturbated with someone. It was a special bonding experience. When Emma calmed, we cuddled for several moments before she chased me off to the bathroom for a shower. She left out a very short but expensive silk green kimono robe for me to wear. The silk felt fabulous against my skin even though I felt funny wearing no panties.

I walked out into the kitchen and onto the patio. I was surprised to see Emma dressed in a black leather bra and leather thong. Despite her age, her athletic body looked great. It was the first time I saw her mature body in the day light. Like many women her age, she had a lot of freckles on her chest and her tummy wasn't flat. Her buttocks were shapely from all her exercise and they were milky white. 

Emma hugged me and sat me down to eat the large breakfast she'd prepared. I was famished and ate like a pig. 

When I finished, Emma reminded me with a giggle that good sex makes for good appetite. She reminded me that I'd cum five times since last evening. I blushed but she reminded me that a woman my age should be happy with a lot of sex and I was.

We moved to a lounge chair and talked for a long time about my feelings. I liked what happened to me and the feelings I had. Emma confided that she'd been attracted to me for a long time and dreamed of sleeping with me. I shocked that someone would be attracted to my body. I felt very close to her but told her of my guilty feelings concerning her age. She was older than her mother and I was only twenty-three. We held hands and talked about my guilt. I had to agree that love is blind to age and I told I wouldn't let the age gap between us bother me.

We then talked about lesbianism. I never thought I was a lesbian since I never pursued women although deep down I'd always been attracted to them. 

As we sat on the lounge, Emma easily spread my legs. My robe hid nothing and she opened it to expose my breasts. I was shy about my nudity in the light of day but Emma reassured me of how beautiful I looked and kissed me again. I put my arm around the older woman and she felt free to stroke my inner thigh. She then curled her fingers in my pubic hair. I liked her sense of freedom and play as we talked and giggled. I had never felt so free with someone. 

As we chatted, I tried to hide my rising excitement. A thin film of wetness appeared on my slit. I blushed when our eyes connected. She assured me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. She told me to put my tea down and looked into her eyes. Without saying a word, she took my hand and put it on my pussy. 

Emma didn't have to tell what to do next. I knew she wanted to watch me finger myself. The idea of doing in front of her excited me. 

I let my finger slide up and down my slit before entering myself. I was very wet inside and I felt very aroused doing it so openly and beside Emma. The older woman brushed my hair back. She insisted that I keep my eyes open looking at her as I began to really finger myself.

I didn't think I could do such a thing. We looked into each other's eyes. She smiled at me. I tried to smile back but I felt very shy.

"You look so sensuous, Becky," Emma spoke softly. "I know you it's new for you to pleasure yourself in front of someone but I can't help feel you enjoy it. Look at how your body is blossoming with your puffy nipples and your red cheeks. I love watching you pleasuring yourself. You're such a woman."

Her comments took some of my shyness away. I was still looking into her eyes as I smelled her perfume and felt her closeness. I could feel my clit stiffen. It was swollen and very sensitive. In a minute I was panting. 

I couldn't help myself as my orgasm came. I closed my eyes and stretched my legs. Emma's tongue filled my mouth as I came. It felt so relaxing and relieving to cum in Emma's arms.

When I recovered, Emma kissed me all over softly making the moment feel so restful. I had to agree, masturbating with her was more arousing, relaxing and enjoyable. I never thought it was possible, but it was. 

As we sat quietly, Emma caught me staring at her breasts again.

Reaching round her back, she unclasped her black bra and took it off. 

"Take one of my breasts in your hand, Becky and just feel it," Emma ordered.

I took of her breasts in the palm of my hand and felt its softness and weight. Beside my own breast, I had never felt another. I guessed Emma was a 36B cup. She had nice tan lines over the crests of her breasts and her aureoles were like large circles. It was an odd experience examining another woman's breast. I was self-conscious how small mine were but I also found myself getting excited again.

The other odd thing was that I knew I wanted to suck Emma's nipples even though I had not been really attracted to breasts before. She had sucked mine the night before and this morning and I still remember the sensations. 

"Emma, would you mind if I kissed your breast," I asked timidly.

"No, kiss it, Becky. It is yours to play with."

Emma put her hand under her breasts and held it out for me to kiss. I stretched my tongue out to lick the nipple and then circled it leaving a wet trail behind. Finally, I took the nipple between my teeth and teased it with my tongue. I was excited by the way Emma moaned and was aroused just by playing with her tits. 

Eventually, we both leaned back and Emma put her arm around my shoulder. I took her breast into my hand and sucked greedily. Our position felt so warm and cozy. It also felt so right. This is something I'd always wanted to do but was afraid to admit it to myself. Emma encouraged me to bite harder and not to worry about hurting her. I was only beginning to understand how much stimulation nipples could take.

As I suckled Emma's breast I could feel her lust rise. I lost myself in the experience and was jarred by Emma's orgasm. She'd been stroking herself with her hand in her panties. I had been watching the knuckles of her hand stretch the leather panties. Her legs stiffened and her head fell back as the orgasm exploded inside her. I kept sucking her nipple, playing with its hardness and texture in my mouth. 

When she calmed, I pulled myself away, apologizing for sucking so long. 

"Don't be foolish, Becky" she said in a strong voice. "A woman my age dreams of such a situation. You don't know how good it feels to have your young hungry mouth suck me so strongly. I don't know how I can thank you. And you know I'm not ashamed to masturbate with you."

I began to blush but Emma put her hand to my face and stroked it.

"To be shocked Becky," Emma continued, "but I fantasized you were my daughter. I hope that doesn't bother you. If it does, I won't mention it again."

"I don't know what to think, Emma. Things are going so fast," I replied. "Just let me think about things for a while." 

"Alright darling, I will, but tell me, does sucking my breast calm you?" she asked.

"Yes, it did. I've never felt so calm," I said with a grin.

Emma then lifted her other breast up and brought my face closer. I began to suck on her tit and again felt her warm surround me. Emma's sexual response was not as quick as mine and she told me she wasn't going to cum this time but she enjoyed my sucking. After a long time I stopped, feeling calm and relaxed. She let handle her breast and play with her hardened numb with my fingers. The tit was twice its normal size and very stiff and I rubbed my hand over it. Emma kept assuring me how good I was making her feel. While I felt horny I didn't want to cum as much as I just wanted to beside this gorgeous older woman.

"Is it wrong for me to be so attracted to you, Emma?" I asked looking up from her nipple. 

"No, not as long as we respected each other," she said. "Besides were both mature adults, just different ages. Does that make sense to you?"

I resumed sucking her nipples as we both relaxed after our morning orgasms. I could have stayed the whole day just doing that.

Later, Emma asked if we could spend the day together. We kissed some more before Emma asked for me to go shopping, she was so happy she wanted to buy me some gifts. 

I didn't expect the shopping spree we had. Emma knew a lot of shops and bought me almost an entire new wardrobe; new shoes, lingerie, dresses and skirts. I was stunned but almost in a trance with the directness and strength of Emma's personality.


Learning Something New About Claire



I had only seen the image for a few seconds, but it was etched permanently on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was one of those photographs that draw you in. Her face was in sharp focus, the rest of the picture slightly blurred. She had been naked when the photographs was taken, as far as I could tell and knelt on the floor, looking up at the camera with deep brown eyes. Her hands were behind her back; they must have been bound. What had really struck me was the bright red ball strapped into her mouth, It held her mouth open, and the painted, crimson lips stretched around it. The gag would make talking impossible, and surely restrict her to a few muffled whimpers and groans. It could not be pleasant to wear a gag like that for long. 

Around her neck was a slim black collar. A bright metal chain depended in a loop from a hasp at the front of her throat, blurring out of focus as it fell to the floor. To be collared and leashed, to be led like an animal, would be such a humiliation. I couldn't think of this without feeling a knot tightening at the pit of my stomach, and a familiar warmth spreading down between my legs.

It was difficult to imagine how it would feel to be bound and gagged, kneeling in submission, but I imagine that the helplessness was a thought that had always aroused me, even if I had never dared let anyone try. My last boyfriend had tried to tie me, but I had panicked at the feeling of restraint. We'd never talked about it again, and the relationship only lasted a few weeks longer. The thought had been pushed to the back of my mind since then.

I had turned away from the photograph quickly when I heard Claire coming back into the room. It had been left, almost casually on the table at the back o the room. I didn't want her to think I'd been snooping. We'd not known each other very long, but there was something about her that had intrigued me. She had a kind of attraction that was difficult to explain. She was a bit above average height, with long dark hair and green eyes. I couldn't describe her that clearly; to me she was beautiful. I had dismissed it as a crush, like the ones I'd had on school friends, but this felt different. Two weeks ago, we'd kissed after a night out, and it was clear the attraction was mutual. Today, I'd just called round on a Saturday morning. It was the first time I'd been in her flat. And then I'd seen the photograph.

She came into the room with two cups of coffee. I knew I looked guilty.

'Are you all right?'

'Fine.' I said, taking the proffered cup of coffee, feeling anything but.

She looked at me. She looked right through me.

'er... the photograph?'

Her gaze turned to a querying look, her brow slightly furrowed. Then her eyes lit up and she laughed. She walked to the table and picked up the print. 

'A hobby of mine...' she looked at me again, and her expression turned to concern. 'Is it a bit, well, weird?'

'No, it's beautiful.' I wasn't quite sure what I was saying. 'It's such a beautiful picture of a beautiful woman. Did you take it?'

I wasn't sure why I asked, or what answer I expected. 

'I was very pleased with it myself. It draws you in, make you want to ask the story behind it. It's in her eyes- she's pleading with you, but you don't know if she's begging you to stop or begging you to carry on. I stopped it right down to keep the focus on her face. It's so much more erotic when you mind fills in the story and the details, don't you think.'

My mouth was dry. I was struggling for words. 'You took that yourself?'

'I told you I was a photographer- didn't I?'

It was true, she had.

'I take the usual commercial stuff, portraits and the like for the day job, but every so often, I like to indulge my kinky side...'

'But who was...'

'A friend. She likes to explore her submissive side. She feels it gives her more control over her fears. Would you model for me?'

'What, bound?'

'Only if you want to be. There's no need to be shy.'

'Something more subtle, please. I don't really get on with the whole heavy bondage thing.'

She smiled. I was sure she knew that was untrue. I wasn't really lying, but I couldn't admit how much the thought fascinated me. It was curiosity, I suppose. I just wanted to know what it felt like. She just looked at me. She knew. I was squirming, all the time becoming more aroused.

'Shall we go through to my bedroom? I have everything that you will need there.'

It was true. There was a big chest in her wardrobe that was full of leather and rubber straps; collars, cuffs, things I didn't want to ask to closely about- The red gaga in the photograph, or at least one like it was there. 

'I thought you didn't want to try anything heavy?' I had been holding the gag. The ball was even bigger than it had looked. It would be too terrible to wear.

'No,' I said, putting it down quickly, very quickly. Too quickly. Claire just smiled.

She pulled out a strip of black rubber. It was plain, and about two inches high, with buckles at either end. 

'Hold your hair up, off your neck, and face the mirror.' 

She placed it around my neck and held it there. 

'Chin up.' 

The black collar was dark against my throat. I've never been one to tan deeply, and my skin is very pale. It could have been a choker but for its thickness and weight.

'I think something higher, something a bit more... restrictive.' 

She took away the collar and replaced it with one that seemed to be twice as high. It was of stiff leather, with a softer leather lining that fitted snugly under my chin.

'Much better,' she said, pulling it tight around my throat and buckling it at the back. There were three buckles from the feeling of it. I could hardly move my head. It felt heavy, the lining moulding to the shape of my neck.

'Stay there.' I still held my hair up. Claire reached around me and unbuttoned my blouse. I let go of my hair and she slid it from my shoulders. Then she loosened my jeans and worked them down my legs. I stepped clear of them, and worked my socks off with my feet. She unclipped my bra, and pulled it down and off. The effect was startling; the softness of my face and breats against the harsh, high collar. 

'Traditionally, slaves are only ever collared naked.' 

In the mirror, I could see the dampness in my knickers. I was sure she could. Claire's hands ran over my breasts, pulling and pinching at my nipples. I was beginning to melt inside. I was hopelessly aroused. She worked my knickers down; they fell to my ankles. I could hardly stand.

'Shall we try the cuffs to match the collar?'

'Um...' I wanted to scream out 'Yes', but I could just nod, or at least try to nod; the collar was so high. I was forced to look at my naked body in the mirror. Claire picked up some thick leather cuffs, buckling them tight round either wrist. Then a pair for my ankles. 

'Kneel on the rug, please.'

It was sheepskin, the wool soft and warm on my knees. 

'Stay there and do not move.'

I couldn't see what she was doing. from the sound of it, she was rummaging in the box. Then she tied something soft over my eyes and it was black. Then it was silent. Time seemed to telescope. I heard a sharp click, then another. It was the sound of a camera shutter.

'Hands behind your back'. I felt her hands on my wrists and hear some more clicks. I tested my arms. They were securely fastened. Then she secured my ankles. 

'Lean forwards. I will not let you fall.'

She lowered me face first onto the rug. Then, i felt my ankles being pulled up, right up to my wrists. More soft clicks and I was totally immobile. I was breathing heavily now. The tension in my body and the feeling of the soft wool on the tender skin of my breasts and sex were unbearably erotic. I was coming, gently, but deeply and intensely.

I felt her foot, pushing me onto my side; more photographs. more rummaging. Then a whisper in my ear.

'Would you like to be gagged?'

She really didn't need to ask. I opened my mouth wide. I hadn't expected her to kiss me deeply then, and I felt another orgasm rising. The ball felt huge as she worked it between my teeth, taking the straps around my head and cinching them tight. Then more photographs.

I was rolled onto my back, and felt my knees being parted, then soft hair between my legs and hot, soft lips on my sex. I was glad of the gag as I screamed in ecstasy. The bonds just seemed to make the feeling of this last orgasm more intense, more complete. It felt as if I had blacked out. I can't remember Claire removing all my bonds, but that was how I found myself a few minutes later, curled up on the rug with my new mistress.

'You make such a beautiful little slave girl.' she said as she kissed me.

'The photographs!'. I almost shouted out as I remembered the whole purpose of the morning.

Claire smiled. She stood up and walked around the room, collecting pictures that lay on the floor.

'In the days before digital, I bought a polaroid back for my camera. I thought you might want to be able to keep some control over what pictures there are of you. There are twenty-five exposures on the film, and twenty-five photographs here. They are yours to keep, to give away or to destroy if you want.'

We looked back through them together. I couldn't recognise myself. I was captivated by a close-up of my face, gagged and blindfolded.

'I could see you were orgasming from half-way through the shoot. It shows so clearly in your face, even when you were gagged.'

I put the photographs down and rolled back into Claire's arms. She just felt so warm and close.

'Your slave would like to ask permission to kiss her mistress.'

'Granted.'



Learning Something New Ch. 01



This is my first story on here. This is a fantasy of mine...real characters but I changed the name and outcome. Both characters are above 18. I hope you enjoy J 

Learning something new 

The characters: 

Jenna- student, 18 years old, 5'8, long dark hair (she is wearing it in a bun for ballet class) brown eyes, slim build, 32-27-32, light but tanned skin. 

Carly- dance teacher, 21 years old, 5'9, long red hair in a pony tail, brown eyes, slim build, 30- 26-34, fair white skin. 

Chapter 1: 

I'm Jenna; I go to a stage school every Saturday. Its super fun and I always leave having learned something, whether it's a new dance routine or a song! This week however I learned something new about myself. 

Saturday 9:30am: 

I walked into the drama space ready for morning ballet. My teacher Carly was standing there but no one else. I went in and put my stuff down at the side and leant against the wall. I looked towards Carly... 

Jenna: "Hey Carly, where is everyone else?" 

Carly turns around and looks at me with a smile that makes me blush. (Why am I blushing?) 

Carly: "Hi Jenna, they should be here. You're just a little early. We don't have class till 9:45 today. Did I not email you?" 

Jenna: "Oh no, I don't think you did but its ok I will wait." 

(What email? I certainly didn't get one!) I bend down and take my phone out of my bag and start looking through my insta. Every so often I see Carly look up at me, causing me to smile every time. (Why am I smiling...?) Carly comes next to me and watches me. (My stomach feels like it has butterflies) 

Carly: "what are you up to?" 

Jenna: "nothing much, just looking at my social media, something that you probably don't know much about" 

Carly nudges me and gives me a big smile (oh wow I love her smile). 

Carly: "I'm not that old, in fact I'm only 3 years older than you." 

I bite my lip and blush slightly... 

Jenna: "are you sure about that?" 

Carly laughs and I join in. By the time we both had a good laugh the other girls walked in. That meant class would be starting. 

Carly: "its ok, we will have time to talk" 

Carly winked at me (what does she mean by that and why did she wink at me?) 

Ballet 

Class was over, nothing strange happened (maybe it was all in my mind) 

Next class 12:30pm 

Before I went into class someone pulled me back and round the corner. I look up and see it was Carly. I laugh a little but then she tells me to be quiet. We walk into the back room. (I'm nervous, why are we even here?) 

Carly: "I don't have any music for the next class, can I borrow your iPod?" 

My face changes, I thought she wanted something else (wait why do I went more, I'm not into girls... am I?) I look at Carly with a pathetic smile and nod. 

Jenna: "yea sure, its in the other room, I will get it for you" 

Carly: "thank you Jen, you're a life saver" 

Just as I was about to leave she pulled me back in and starred at me (wow she could make me melt). She lets go and walks out, leaving me feel like jelly. 

I walk over to Carly and hand her my iPod. She smiles and takes it. Then she moves closer to me and whispers in my ear... 

Carly: " meet me in the back room after class" 

Carly carries on with setting up the music, leaving me confused again. I go to the middle of the room and warm up for the class. 

After class- in the back room 

After class I walk to the back room, I see that Carly is not there so I lean up against the wall and wait for her. (Why am I even waiting, I mean I don't even like girls, yet I'm chasing after this one. She probably is just returning my iPod) 

Carly finally arrives, she hands me my iPod. 

Carly: "thank you so much" 

(I knew this was going to happen, lol I actually thought she wanted me or something.) 

Jenna: "your welcome" 

She smiles at me, then starts to walk closer, leaving me to push up against the wall; she looks at me in the eyes. I bite my lip and feel my breathing increase. (Why does she have this effect on me? Do I like, like her?) 

Jenna: "ermm" 

Carly: "yes? Do you want me to back off?" 

Jenna: "no thank you" 

Carly: "your so polite Jenna" 

Jenna: "thank you" 

Carly moves in and pins me against the wall. Pushing my hands above my head. She leans in and kisses me. Open mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I don't move but instead let out a soft moan. Carly leans back and looks at me with a devilish smile. 

Carly: "do you want more" 

I just nod, not able to let put any words. 

Carly moves back in and starts to kiss me harder but with more passion. I start to kiss her back. She lets go of my hands and allows them slowly to move down my body, placing them on my rear end. I put my hands on her waist. She pulls me in closer and starts to squeeze her hands on my rear. 

Carly: "do you want me to stop?" 

Jenna: "no, no thank you" 

Carly: "neither do I but we have to get to our next class and I don't want you being in trouble, unless it's with me" 

Jenna: "hehe, ok. What does this mean now?" 

Carly: "what does what mean?" 

Jenna: "well us, I have never done this before" 

Carly: "I know you haven't, its ok, I will help you if you want. Also it means we are student- teacher in class but after you can meet me back at mine" 

I smile at Carly and go to leave the back room. She pulls me back in and laughs. 

Carly: "I'm going to have to get your number if you want to meet up after class." 

Jenna: "hehe, oh yea. Sorry." 

I get out my phone and hand it to Carly, she types her number in and gives herself a miss call. 

Carly: "there you go miss, now you can call me. We will meet at marble arch station, then we can go out or back to mine" 

Jenna: "ok, that sounds awesome... I mean really nice. See you there. 

The classes carried on as normal, Carly and me occasionally bumped into each other. We shared a couple of smiles but that was it. The fun would come later on... I hope!



Learning Something New Ch. 01



He opened the door and partially entered, six thin strips of leather in his hand. His face held a question. It was one to which I had no verbal answer, I simply nodded. He entered the room fully now, all 6'3" of him. He towered over me as I sat on the bed facing him, intimidating me and he knew it. 

He held out the leather to me. The question was still in his eyes as though he did not trust my initial acquiescence. I answered in the only way I could by taking the strips from his hand, my voice still betraying me. Relief showed briefly in his eyes before it was replaced by desire. I tried not to look into those blue eyes as I stood, not even tall enough to brush his chin and began to unbutton his shirt. It took longer than expected with the way my hands were shaking but his patience seemed infinite as he made no move to help me. At last the task was done and I brushed the shirt from his broad shoulders allowing a small smile to touch my lips as I appreciated what I had uncovered. I couldn't resist going to my tiptoes to brush a kiss against his collarbone. His head tipped back to allow me more access but I ignored him. My trembling hands instead went to his belt buckle but he intercepted them and brought them to his mouth one at a time, pressing a gentle kiss to each. His eyes never left my face, I could feel his gaze on me, through me. 

I looked at him for barely a moment before he gave me a gentle push to send me backwards on the bed. He knelt before me to remove my boots and then moved over me to allow his lips to touch me for the first time, in the same place mine had touched him. He leaned back and looked at me expectantly, his hands on my thighs. All I could do was stare at him, this time meeting those blue eyes I had avoided thus far, blue as the ocean I had seen once as a child, seemingly deeper. He squeezed my legs to bring me back to the moment and I quickly looked away. I didn't need to see his face to know a small smile was playing around his lips. I turned to lift the leather I had discarded and separated one strip from the rest. I held his right forearm and tightly bound the leather around him in a design my grandmother had taught me as a little girl. One day I would create my own design. I repeated the action with two more strips on the right and the remaining three on the left. They were completely parallel to each other between the wrist and elbow. It was the way of our people that he would wear my bonds for three days and lie with no other in that time. I chuckled to myself as I thought about the significance of those bonds, we were far from our people, why should we have bothered?

I lifted my head to look at him but he caught my lips in a fierce kiss that almost stole my breath away. He moved over me, forcing me to recline fully on the bed. He pushed his thigh up between my legs until it pressed against the very centre of me through the denim I wore. His kiss was incessant and I could do naught but return it. His hand went behind my back to lift me slightly as he pulled my shirt over my head with the other and discarded it behind him. His hands moved instantly to press against my uncovered breasts. His lips moved to my neck at the same time his hands went to the button on the tight jeans I wore. He sat back to peel them off me along with my underwear and they soon lay on the floor, forgotten along with both our shirts. I was feeling at a distinct disadvantage to be wearing nothing but skin whilst he still wore jeans and I once again tried to reach for his belt buckle. In response he took both my wrists in one of his hands and raised them over my head, pressing them to the bed. His lips continued on its downwards path from my neck to the top of my breasts. I arched against him as he took my right nipple lightly between his teeth before brushing his tongue over it and then turned his head slightly to give the left similar treatment. He blew lightly on each, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I felt movement between my legs and I realised it was his other hand. I shifted slightly to allow him access and shuddered as his thumb brushed over that most sensitive of spots. His head had lifted to look at my expression as he touched me and I had to close my eyes against the sheer smugness in his that showed he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He still studied me as his hand inched lower and began to push his fingers into the dampness he found there. I wrenched my hands free to grip his shoulders and his expression turned enquiring, his hands stilling instantly. It took me several tries to clear my throat enough to speak, acutely aware of the fact that neither of us had since he entered the room. I tipped my head backwards to speak to the ceiling instead. 

"I've never....you know..." I couldn't bring myself to say it. 

His hands moved from where they had been and he sat back on his knees. I brought my hands down to cover myself ineffectively and obviously too late. I risked a look at his face and couldn't judge his expression. I was sure he was seeing his night of easy sex disappear. He still didn't speak, he leaned down to me instead and kissed me gently, his hands stroking my hips. I moved from him again. 

"Don't do that."

It was his turn to speak. "Do what?"

"I won't break." 

He looked at me for the briefest of moments before his lips reclaimed mine with their earlier passion. This time I took his hands and laced them with mine over my head pushing myself into his still partially jean-clad body. I grinded against him, the denim creating sensations I hadn't felt before. He sharply moved away from me and stood. I inadvertently released a small moan of disappointment as his heat left me and I reached for him. He caught my hands and brought him to his belt buckle which I quickly undid following it quickly with his jean button. I pushed them to the floor and stared at him. He stepped from his boots and jeans and it brought him a step closer to me. I still stared at him, suddenly ridiculously worried that this was never going to work for he was very large. His hand lifted to brush my hair but remained still under my scrutiny, understanding I'm sure, my fears. I leaned forward and very carefully pressed a kiss to the tip of him. The hand that was gently stroking my hair gripped suddenly and pulled my head back to look up to his face. 

"You don't have to." His voice was hoarse, his throat seemed as dry as mine. 

I looked away from his face, back to the part of him that I was suddenly fascinated in exploring. I brought my legs from under me on the bed and went instead to my knees on the floor in front of him. I gently flicked the tip of my tongue over the head of him and felt the shudder run through him. I smiled and leaned forward to take the head into the hot confines of my mouth. His hands in my hair held tight, preventing me from moving over him any more. I instead ran my tongue over the underside of his cockhead. He groaned and slowly pushed my head further down the length of him. I only got as far as halfway down before he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He immediately released me. I looked at him, he looked worried. I gave him a smile and ran my tongue from base to tip. I blew lightly on the hot head of him and took him in my mouth again. I went slowly, taking as much as I could, using my tongue to make him as wet as possible. I only made it a little further than previously before having to stop. I pulled off him slowly, deciding instead to concentrated on the engorged tip of him, swirling my tongue around. I brought my hands up slowly the inside of his thigh and cupped him in one, using the other to stroke the part of his shaft that my lips didn't reach. I barely got into any kind of rhythm before he urged me to my feet. One hand went to the nape of my neck as he tilted my head back and plundered my mouth with his. I somehow found myself on the bed again, his hips between my thighs. I spread them further to allow his hands access. This time his finger did manage to work its way inside me. I wriggled my hips, the feeling was a little strange but not unpleasant. I looked at him, he was biting his lower lip, eyes staring at my centre, concentrating on the task at well...hand. I put one of my hands in his hair and brought his lips to mine. Another finger slipped into me and I gasped, my hips instinctively moving away from the pressure. 

I spoke before he could. "It's ok, I'm ok."

He nodded once and pushed deeper, both his fingers seating themselves inside me. I bucked my hips against his hand as they curled inside of me. I threw my head back and released a cry, I had no idea what he was doing to me but I didn't want him to stop. His fingers kept moving inside me, the pad of his thumb rubbing the sensitive spot above my entrance. I felt the feeling inside me spilling up and over and released it on a long, low moan. His fingers slowed inside me and he grinned at me. 

"First orgasm?"

I nodded, a little too stunned to speak. He laughed and captured my lips in a deep, probing kiss. He settled himself between my thighs, his fingers slipping from me to grasp himself. I brought myself up on my elbows to look between us. He pushed me back and I felt him move to press against me. He nudged me open and began to spread me wide as he slid slowly inside. I winced, his fingers weren't uncomfortable but this definitely was. He stilled, allowing me to get used to the feeling, kissing me to distract me and it worked. He slid in further and stopped. 

"This is going to hurt." he whispered. 

I nodded and gripped his shoulders, taking a shuddering breath. He pushed hard and I felt something give way inside me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, a grunt escaping me. He pushed deeper yet until he rested fully inside me. I relaxed my head back and took a few deep breaths, concentrating on the feeling of him inside me. It hurt, there was no denying that but some of the earlier pleasure still remained. I pushed my hips experimentally against him and he responded with a small thrust of his own. He waited a few moments and withdrew slightly before pushing back in. I drew my knees up and crossed my ankles over his back, it felt like he slid even deeper inside of me. His thrusts had gained a rhythm now and I tried to match it. His hands grasped mine and again laced with my fingers next to my head. He grinded against me. His pubic bone pressing against the spot he'd already manipulated with success. It worked again and this time it tore a scream from my throat. His thrusts came deeper and harder now and I closed my eyes against the onslaught I was feeling. His mouth found my neck and pressed his teeth against it. One hand left mine to grasp my breast and tease the hard nipple. It didn't take long for the pleasure assaulting all three spots to gather inside me once again, waiting to be released. I squeezed myself tightly around the shaft deep inside me and he groaned against my neck. I planted my feet on the bed and used them to lever my hips to meet his thrusting ones. My hands grasped the firm muscle of his behind as I pulled him to me, wanting him even deeper than seemed possible. His mouth left my neck and he brought his blue eyes to my brown ones. His thrusts quickened and deepened, I felt him swell inside me, it didn't seem possible for him to become any bigger and he stretched me even further, my small scream became a large one as I felt him explode inside me taking me along with him. He gave a few small thrusts before stilling, his head had fallen onto my shoulder and I had closed my eyes, trying to take in enough air to breathe. He rolled, startling me, bringing me to rest on top of him. I rested my head on his chest and gave a breathless giggle. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. 

I brought my head up to look at him. He gave me a grin.

"Ready for another go?"

I looked at him quizzically as he brought his hand between my legs from behind and slipped the hard tip of him back inside me.



Learning Something New Ch. 02



I pressed my hand to the wood beam above my head and leaned on it. From my doorway I studied the small boys playing in the dust, a puppy bounding around them. I grinned and brought the cup of water to my lips. 

"Hello there."

I choked, startled by the sudden appearance of my neighbour in front of me. 

"Morning Mrs Crichton." I smiled at the elderly woman, appearing for her morning gossip. Not that I ever had any, but she did and certainly loved to share it. 

"Well stand aside girl, I have news." I complied, watching her hunched figure disappear into the darkness of my front room. A smile haunted my lips and I trudged after her, leaving the door open. She had settled herself at the wooden table, the only furnishings. I had barely joined her before she took a deep breath and began. 

"You'll never guess who I ran into at the baker's." It was a statement more than a question, Mrs Crichton's visits always included lots of chatter but never on my side, an occasional nod generally sufficed. 

"Well dear it was Mrs Templeton, you know her, frightful gossip. Anyway she lives next door to Nicholas and she told me he didn't come home last night."

My hands stilled from turning the cup in my hands round and round. I stood abruptly. "Tea?" Mrs Crichton looked delighted, and nodded. 

I went back into the passageway and into the small kitchen, quickly putting some water to boil. "So."

I turned, startled again, this was becoming a habit, I hadn't realised she had followed me. "What do you think of that? We all know of course that he likes to spend a lot of time with the girls in the village." She paused to give a disapproving sniff. "But spending the night? Unheard of."

I turned to the now whistling kettle, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Wonder who it was..." She lapsed into silence as I poured her a cup of tea, no doubt contemplating which girl had managed to keep Nick out all night. If only she knew it was me, I'd never hear the end of it. 

I carried the two cups back into the front room and waited patiently for Mrs Crichton to start again. Instead she leaned forward to lay her hand on mine. 

"You know dear, I worry about you. You've been all alone since your father died." 

I didn't reply and she continued. 

"It wouldn't do you a lot of harm to be trying to get Nicholas the same as every other young woman here. Some fun is exactly what you need."

"Well, I'm sure he'd certainly give me that."

Mrs Crichton chuckled. "Well yes, but tonight when we are all at the fire, you are going to talk to him. It's decided. Now I'm in a hurry, so I'll see you tonight."

Mrs Crichton whirled out before I had a chance to say much. It had clearly been the shortest visit I had ever received from her. It also gave me a lot to think about. I leaned my head on the palm of my hand and thought back to the night before, when I had allowed Nick to my bed, he now wore my bindings for the next few days, something the other village girls never liked. They much preferred him free to their advances. And boy did he enjoy them. I closed my eyes, thinking a little shamefully about how easily I had given myself to him, I barely even knew him, he now undoubtedly thought of me no better than the rest of the harlots swarming round him. 

I brought my head back up to shouts from the boys still playing outside. They didn't deserve to be living in a world like this. Over 120 years ago a war had broken out, nuclear as had so long been threatened. The aftermath rocked the world. Around 95% of the population was wiped out over a few short months, or so I was told. Those who remained huddled together, small pockets of civilisation, or close to it, here and there. Currently there were around 100 of us in this "village", others would come, some would leave, trying to find something better than this dry arid land we called home. They never found it. Everything was minimalist, rustic even. I hadn't known the days before. Neither had my father, or grandfather but I had heard the stories, every night we gathered round a fire, for company, socialisation, to tell of a time before this. Not much of which remained. Someday we would rebuild, the message was always the same.

I stood from the table, desperate to get away from such disconsolate thoughts. I grabbed the shoes from the door and slid into them. This time I closed the door, leaving my small house behind as my feet pounded the dusty street. My thighs ached, clearly unused to the way they had been spread last night, I blushed even though no-one could hear my thoughts. It was barely a half mile before I reached the boundary of the village, I went another mile more before swerving to circle the motley collection of houses that comprised of homes and businesses. I went for 5 miles before returning home. Once inside I stripped off the sweat soaked t-shirt and shorts. After drinking some water I collapsed face down on the bed. The exertions of last night and the run combined to make me exhausted, I was sleeping within moments. 

When I awoke again the sun was beginning to slip behind the distant mountains. I stood and stretched satisfyingly before dressing and making my way to the kitchen in search of some food. It was full dark by the time I was done and I made my way to the door, picking up a blanket on the way. 

It didn't take long to reach the large empty space at the centre of the town that acting as a meeting place, a large fire already blazed in the centre, and around 50 people were milling around. It didn't take me long to find someone I knew and I sneaked up behind Amy and grabbed her by the shoulders. She let out a shriek and turned. I smothered my laughter at the look on her face as she punched me on the shoulder. I stood half listening to the small group around me chatter away. The other half of my attention was searching the faces around me, looking for the one pair of blue eyes that I wanted to see, and at the same time avoid. I was also trying to avoid a certain busybody neighbour. I didn't see them by the time we all congregated round the fire. One of the men stood up, ready for his story to be heard. Silence fell as he began to speak, listening to the tale he wove as the fire danced behind him. Movement reached the corner of my eye and I watched as Nick made his way through the people to sit by his father, sitting partway around the semi-circle gathered. I kept my face turned to the elder but my eyes followed Nick as he whispered a few words to his father, noticing my bonds still in place around his forearms. I smiled broadly, I couldn't help it. His eyes lifted to me and I ducked my head, not sure I wanted for him to see me watching him. 

The old man's tale wound on and on, it was well into the night before he finished and the gathered mass moved as one, stretching out cramped limbs, cheered by the story of this night. I was cheered by having managed to avoid Mrs Crichton all night. I remained seated with my friends. The older generation usually retired, leaving the younger to chat round the fire, or secure a bed partner for the night. This was certainly a case for the troop that descended on Nick as soon as possible and I felt a scowl gather over my face. They could clearly see he was bound, he wouldn't be going to bed with any of them so they were wasting their time. I engaged myself in the conversation flowing around me, desperate not to be feeling jealously for the girls who held Nick's attention right now. It had never bothered me before, one night under his hands and I wanted him for my own!

It was several hours later before I rose to go back home. I bid goodbye to those I was with, spreading hugs and kisses around me before moving from the warmth of the fire. I shivered, drawing the blanket closer around me. This barren landscape was like a desert, hot in the day and freezing at night. A tug on my elbow spun me around and I came face to face with the man I'd been thinking about all night. 

He smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. He wrapped a lock of my hair round his finger and used it to bring me closer. He brought his mouth close to my ear. "I've been thinking about you all day." he growled. His lips gently touched my ear and I leaned into him. I slipped my hand under his shirt and slid the tips of my fingers down the front of his jeans, and gave them a tug. His eyes turned serious as they came back to mine as I tugged again, walking backwards this time, intent on leading him to my house. He complied, taking my hand from his jeans and clasping it in his. 

We made it to the door and were barely through it before we turned on each other, lips and tongues working furiously, my body plastered to his. His hands slid down my hips and round to my ass. He gripped me firmly before boosting me up. I wrapped my legs around him kicking off my shoes simultaneously. I reached around him to grab the edge of his shirt and tugged it over his head. His tongue thrust into my mouth in a intimation of what was to come. I held it lightly with my teeth and he stilled. I sucked on it, intending to repeat the act later with a different part of his anatomy. I let go to grip his lower lip instead, giving it a nibble. He groaned. I released him moving my head to press a kiss to his neck but instead landed with a thump on the bed. I blinked up at Nick in surprise and he roared with laughter. He crawled over me to remove my t-shirt before reclaiming my lips. I thrust my breasts into his chest, wanting the confines of my bra to be removed, needing his hands on me. He complied with my silent request but instead of his hands on me it was the hot pressure of his mouth teasing my already pebbled nipple into a hard peak. I gasped, I had no idea something like this could feel so good. He bit down none too gently urging a moan from my mouth. He ignored the nipple on the other breast, instead smoothing his hands down my hips, sliding my jeans down my hips. His mouth followed the downwards trail pressing kisses to the jut of my ribs, nipping the sensitive flesh there and leaving his mark. I slid my hands through his hair, fisting in the jet black softness they found there. His mouth left me and I opened my eyes and lifted my legs to help him remove my jeans. He slid his hands under my ass and urged my hips to his face again pressing a kiss to the hot flesh still covered by thin cotton. I watched him smirk at me before he ripped the last covering I had from me. 

He pressed one hand to the front of me, the heel of his hand pressing against me and I ground my hips into it, seeking the pleasure he had shown me last night. He chuckled and gripped my knees in his hands, pressing kisses to each before spreading them wide. He licked, nibbled and sucked his way up the inside of my things, alternating from one to the other. I knew his final destination, it was an act I had heard of but as he hadn't performed it last night I hadn't yet experienced it. 

That first small lick took the breath from me. One hand went to grip the bedspread whilst the other remained gripped in his hair. He didn't let up with a relentless barrage of pleasure. Alternating licks and sucks wreaked havoc and I felt myself becoming wet beyond belief. He brought me right to the edge before sliding his tongue deep inside me and it was the final push needed for me to let go and come...and come. He still didn't stop, this time including a finger pushed deep inside me. It was too much and I tried to push him away but he was having none of it. He gripped by clit between his teeth and gave it a small tug, my hips went with him, pushing myself into his face, forgetting a moment ago I had tried to push him away. 

Another finger joined the first and I arched on the bed. He didn't bother stroking in and out this time, simply focusing the tips of his fingers on a small area inside me. The edge came way too quickly and his mouth left me to bring his eyes to mine. They urged me on as did his words. 

"Come on Jen, come for me."

I complied. This time both my hands found the bedspread and grabbed it tightly in my hands, this orgasm was much stronger than the one before and it exhausted me. I slumped on the bed, unable to keep my eyes open, panting loudly. The centre of me still throbbed and I knew if he so much as touched me one more time release would be swift.



Learning Something New Ch. 03



I felt his fingers on me, sliding through my wetness, rubbing the juices he had made me produce into my skin. He slid one thick finger into me and I jerked, trying to move away from him. He held me in place with an arm across my lower stomach and he continued to move his finger in and out, urging more of the nectar I produced from my body. Nick finally removed his finger and he brought it to my lips. I flicked my tongue apprehensively over the tip, tasting myself. The taste wasn't at all what I expected and not bad. I sucked his entire finger into my mouth, bringing my eyes to his. 

Nick's finger left my mouth and he brought his to mine, sliding his body up to lie beside me on the bed, he urged me onto my stomach and I complied. He stroked his hand slowly from my neck to my ass and back, his fingers dipping between my legs on each stroke to press into me. I held the pillow between my teeth to stifle any noise that escaped me. I kept my eyes on Nick as he moved behind me and urged my hips up so I was on my knees. He slid into me with no warning and my head shot up. I was still tender from the night before and hadn't recovered from the orgasm he had just brought me too. I tightened against the pain and he stopped his thrusts, rubbing his hand smoothly over my back, kissing my neck and ear. 

"You can take it."

I loved the words he spoke, it made me feel like a woman. I leaned my hips further back and spread my legs wider to accept him. He started to thrust into my heat again, slower this time, allowing me to adjust. I testingly clenched my muscles and he answered with a groan. I liked his response and tried it again. It made him feel larger inside me. I moved my hips back to meet his, increasing the force of his thrusts into me. 

I came up on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck. The change in angle was...interesting. He couldn't reach as deep within me but the spot inside me that he had manipulated before was receiving more pressure and was causing loud gasps to erupt from my mouth. Nick used his hands to cup my breasts, pulling and teasing my hard nipples. He slid one hand down my stomach to touch his fingers to the slick little jewel that jutted out enticingly. 

I gripped his wrist with my hand, urging him to keep touching me. To bring me the release I feel I would die without. I felt it building but the explosion that rocked me still came as a surprise, stars burst behind my eyes and I dug my nails hard into Nick's wrist, like trying to find berth in a storm that seemed never-ending. 

Nick's thrusts didn't stop and he eased me back down onto my hands as his thrusts increased in tempo, the slickness my orgasm had created made it easier for him to slide in and out of my tightness without reducing any of the delicious friction it produced. His hands came round my sides to palm my breasts in his hands, using them and me for leverage against the thrusts he was administering to my overwrought system. Nick bent himself over my back. 

"I want you to come with me."

I don't know if it was his words, his movements or the scintillating combination of the two but I did come, hard and brought him right along with me. 

The feel of the sun on my face the next morning roused my from sleep. I rolled onto my back and sweeped my arm over the bed next to me. Feeling nothing but cool sheets I sat bolt upright. I was alone in bed. I flopped back down onto the pillows feeling a little disappointed that Nick had up and left. I stood and wrapped a robe around me, intending to get some water. I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. Nick was cooking at my stove and the sight of it shocked me into speechlessness. He turned and saw me, moving to greet me with a kiss. 

He turned me by the shoulders and urged my back to the bedroom, pulling my robe from me and ushering me back between the sheets. 

"Stay here. I'm making breakfast."

I was still a little stunned, he was so not the kind of man you expected to make you breakfast in bed. Stunned turned to amused when Nick paraded through the door with breakfast on a tray, obviously delighted with himself. I pulled the sheet over my head to try and hide my laughter. He tugged the sheet from my hands and proceeded to get back into bed with me. We ate breakfast together, talking about inane little things. It was probably the first time we've ever really spoke to be quite honest. 

"Do you want to do something tonight?"

I almost choked on a mouthful of hot tea. 

"What?" I spluttered.

"Do you want to do something? You know a proper date, we'll have dinner."

I simply stared at him, a little disbelieving. The smile slid from his face and he stood and began pulling on his clothes. 

"Wait, Nick."

"No Jen I won't wait. You'll fuck me but you won't have dinner with me?"

He wasn't waiting for an answer and I let him storm out. His tone made me feel completely ashamed of myself. He was right, we hadn't slept together or made love, we had fucked, multiple times now. It wasn't me and at that moment I hated myself for allowing it. I just wasn't expecting him to want to date, I had never dated and with the way women threw themselves at him I was sure he didn't need to.



Learning Something New



Arriving home, the first thing Emma had me do was to go into her bedroom and try the new clothes on. I had trouble stripping in front of her but she again assured me of her attraction to my body and that I shouldn't be shy. Soon I was trying on the new bras, panties, stockings and other things. I'd never owned a garter belt before, now I had three. 

Late in the day, Emma suggested I get dressed up formally because she wanted to take me out for dinner. I finally dressed up in beautiful white embroidered mesh bustier. It did wonders for my bust and made me stand up straight, tucking in my stomach. I put on the dark stockings and attached them to the suspenders. I had never worn such a thing before and it felt strange. Emma had me walk around the house so I would feel comfortable with the pull of the bustier against my stockings. She told me to put the panties on first which meant that every time I peed, I'd have to undo my stockings. But that was the price of looking elegant. 

With the stockings, my legs never felt so good. I looked at myself in the mirror and actually liked what I saw. I thought at first that the bustier made my ass look larger but upon closer inspection, it didn't. It simply framed it nicer.

Emma had me put on a long flowery skirt with a white blouse and red pumps. Sitting at her table she applied a lot of make up and set my hair. I was shocked at the transformation I saw in the mirror. I looked beautiful and so ladylike. 

Emma put on a pair of "thigh highs", her leather pants and a white blouse. Her black leather bra was clearly visible underneath. She looked very handsome. 

At the door, before we left, she kissed me again, telling me how attracted I looked. For the first time in my life I believed it.

Emma whispered that she wanted to do something for me. I agreed without asking what. Kneeling down, she raised the hem of my skirt and kissed my panties. Her hands squeezed my ass and she pressed her tongue against my crotch. In front of me was a full-length mirror. The scene looked so sensual and erotic that I was quickly aroused. 

Emma tickled my inner thighs and rubbed my stockings as she bit into my panties making me wet. I'd never cum standing like this before. My hands pressed Emma's head into my crotch as I felt the orgasm grow. The tight bustier made my nipples hard instantly. The idea that a woman would want to do this to me drove me crazy. I bent my knees and opened my legs as I came with a loud groan. 

When Emma finished kissing me, she got up we smiled at each other. 

"You look smashing, darling," she whispered to me as we hugged and left. In the car I told her that I liked what she just did. It was so spontaneous and free. She took my hand and put it between her legs so I could caress the crotch of her leather pants. 

We arrived at a top class restaurant and ate a leisurely meal with wine and after dinner drinks. I was so infatuated with Emma and her strong worldly ways. For the first time in my life I felt like a real woman. 

After dinner Emma invited me to a lesbian club. She wanted to dance. I told her about my doubts. After all, she was old enough to be my mother. But she knew that wasn't my real problem. It was my sense that I was fat and unattractive. I'd hardly ever gone out dancing. Talking through my doubts, we arrived at a subdued club with low lights and soft music. Several couples were dancing very slow and close. After we found a table and ordered drinks, Emma took me by the hand to the dance floor. Our bodies wrapped around one another and we let the music lull our troubles away. 

As I looked at other couples, I saw many different ages of women with other women. Many of my fears evaporated.

Soon Emma put her hand on my breast and began to pinch my nipple over the cup of the bustier. I blushed as we kissed on the dance floor. As we continued, she'd kiss my neck and squeeze my ass with her strong hands. I enjoyed the atmosphere and the closeness. We danced for almost an hour.

Sitting at the table sipping drinks, Emma had me spread my legs so she could caress my inner thigh. The table covered my lower half so I didn't mind. After another drink, we began to do some serious girl-watching. Emma told me who attracted her and I told her who I fancied. I never talked so freely and openly about such things. The talk and the club were making me horny.

Also, there were eyes on us and a middle-aged woman sent over a set of drinks to our table. Emma asked to go over to the woman and thank her. In doing so, little did I know that a lot of eyes followed the sway of my ass and the bounce of my bust. I felt so sexy and seductive at that moment. It was like vaults of unused energy were opening up in me.

I was horny when I sat down with Emma again. She knew it and she gently persuaded me to pleasure myself right then and there. I couldn't believe she would ask such a thing but the atmosphere was dark and our table was very discreet. Also, I was really aroused with all the dancing and drinking. It didn't take much for me to put my hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. I had never masturbated in public before but Emma made such things look so easy. Within minutes I was flushed and the older woman kissed me on the lips to muffle my groans. I squeezed my legs together as I came. It felt so good to release all that energy.

We walked arm and arm out of the club. I felt so much a woman at that moment. It was hard to believe that I had just masturbated in the club, but such exhibitionism didn't seem to bother me.

Once home, Emma put on some nice music, lit candles and poured some wine. The atmosphere was soft and alluring.

Emma left to change and returned wearing a long blue silk robe. There seemed to be something more around her waist, but I couldn't see anything through the robe. 

We began to dance. I loved her strong arms around me. We moved slowly across the floor. Unbuttoning my blouse, she slipped her hand inside and massaged my breasts. She started to ask questions about my feelings and because of our relationship I felt safe to answer her honestly. I became horny as we talked; helped by Emma's hand hardening my nipples. I pressed her body close to mine and we kissed warmly for a long time. 

Eventually Emma loosened her robe and pulled it open. She wasn't wearing a bra and she pulled something from her stocking. It felt stiff against my thigh. To my shock, she was wearing a large dildo. I hadn't expected such a thing but Emma pressed our bodies together. We both laughed at first before she explained how good it made her feel to wear it. 

We stopped dancing and strolled onto the patio to sip our wine. I couldn't stop staring at the dildo. It was thick, black rod that stuck out straight from between Emma's legs. She took my hand and let me stroke it. Emma moaned. It was the first time I'd heard her so aroused. 

Wanting to please her, I asked how I could help her.

She whispered in my ear: "I want to pop your cherry."

"You mean you want to fuck me," I blurted out, hardly realizing my harsh language. 

Emma was hurt by my remark.

"I don't want to just fuck you, Becky," she said. "Can't you see I have feelings for you? I want to make love to you."

She gathered me in her arms and told me how she'd discovered her lesbianism. She was right, the more she shared, the more I felt closer to the older woman.

I apologized to her as we danced some more. We kissed as the dildo stood stiffly against our bodies. 

The dancing, wine and Emma's perfume and touching made me horny. I wanted to come but I didn't know what to do. Emma told me how horny she felt as well.

Emma undressed me leaving me in my bustier, panties and stockings. My breasts were thrust out far because of the support. I felt self conscious standing there as she gazed at me, especially since my panties were wet with my juices from the club. I could smell myself easily, and so could Emma. She told me to turn slowly, wanting to see all of my beautiful body. It aroused me to know that my body was arousing Emma.

"Should I go change my panties, Emma?" I asked. "They're very wet. I'm embarrassed."

"No," she said with hands on her hips, "We're big girls now. You're supposed to get wet when you're excited. I'm very wet too."

We started to dance again. Because of our heights, the dildo slid easily between my legs. I felt its hardness rub against my slit but it didn't enter me. Emma kissed my neck and pressed our bodies close. Our breasts pushed against each other. I never felt so close to anyone. 

At a certain point, I just wanted to cum. Emma guided me into the living room and threw some pillows on the floor. She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees.

Gripping the dildo with her hand, she glided it over my lips telling me to kiss it. I did so several times before she eased into my mouth. I took the head of the hard phallic into my mouth and sucked and licked it. Emma started a gentle thrusting motion, filling my mouth with every move. I could taste my lipstick as my lips formed a perfect "O" around the dildo. My hands caressed the back of Emma's legs and her ass cheeks. She moaned softly as she watched me suck the phallic over and over again. 

"If we don't do it now, Becky, I'll cum," she said in a worried tone. 

"I want to do it, Emma," I replied 

"How do you want to be taken in the front of the back?" she asked urgently.

I was too nervous to decide and told her to do what she thought best. She had me get on my hands and knees as she knelt behind me. Her warm hand that had so often pleasured me slipped into my panties and felt the wetness along my slit. I squirmed on the floor from such intimate touching. 

"You're good and wet, Becky," she said. "Push back on your ass as I push my cock in."

Pushing my panties aside, Emma brought the head of the dildo to the crease in my slit. She ran the head up and down several times and slowly eased it in. I felt the large head enter, pushing my swollen labial lips apart. The dong began to fill my wet love canal. It was a new sensation and I liked it. In the beginning there was some pain as my pussy took in the entire phallic but Emma was gentle. I felt Emma's hips hit my ass, telling me the dong was all the way in. Slowly, Emma swiveled her hips so I'd feel the dong inside me. 

Reaching around my hips, she traced a line around my pussy where the phallic entered. I was very sensitive there and felt an immediate arousal. Then she started to pull the dong out, but not all the way before she put it in again. This time she found the right angle to cause the dildo to slide along my clit. My hips bucked with excitement and I began to breathe hard.

Emma increased her thrusting motion more and more. My growing organ felt huge inside me. Grabbing the back of my bustier, Emma slowly increased the force of her thrusting. Soon, she was ramming the dildo into me. Her hips slammed into my ass again and again. The suction of the dildo coming in and leaving my pussy was driving me wild. I couldn't hold back anymore but gave out a shriek as my orgasm burst inside my body. 

Emma came too but I wasn't paying attention. I was so involved with my own pleasure. The feeling of the dildo filling me up and rubbing against my clit put me into a frenzy. I'd never been so sexually aroused.

I never thought such a thing would feel so good. I don't know what it was but I didn't want to stop. Emma sensed my pleasure and didn't stop ramming me. The noise of her hips hitting me made a loud slapping sound. My head was filled with so many sensations. Not only could I feel the wetness in my pussy, but as Emma pulled on my bustier, my nipples kept hard. 

"Slap, slap" was all I heard as Emma kept her thrusts ramming my ass. I made little cooing noises telling her how much I liked what she was doing. I was so lost in my lust that I didn't feel her gently grab my hair as she pounded my ass over and over again. 

The soft light, the wine and the smell of sex was driving me crazy. I begged Emma not to stop and she was glad to keep going. I didn't know it but she was working on her second orgasm too. It was like our sexual energy was in unison. She kept ramming the dildo into me as I felt another orgasm built.

After several minutes, we exploded together. Our bodies were dripping with sweat and still agitated from all the arousal. I finally collapsed on the floor, panting.

Rolling on my back, Emma knelt over me and we kissed, acknowledging our mutual bliss. 

"I didn't ram your ass too hard, did I Becky?" she asked with concern.

I shook my head, amazed that sex could be so strenuous but pleasurable at the same time.

I had never has such an intense sexual experience before. My entire body still shook as my breathing tried to return to normal. I could feel my clit. It was so large and swollen that it protruded through my pubic hair. Looking down, I realized that I'd never seen it so large. Emma saw my amazement but said nothing to embarrass me. 

Instead, with her dildo still wet with my juices, Emma helped me to my feet and guided me to the bedroom. There were candles burning and a fragrance of incense filled the air. She had me lie on the bed as she took off her dildo. 

I didn't know what to expect next until she straddled my body with her face over my pussy. I felt her hairy vagina against my chin but I wasn't sure what to do until I felt her mouth fill itself with my engorged clit. Emma's sucking and kissing was tender, as if she were kissing my face. So, I closed my eyes and did the same. Her pubic hair was wet and her labial lips thick and swollen. I kissed and licked every part of her sex with delicacy and care. I wanted to savory my first experience of kissing Emma's pussy like a real woman. Our love making lasted a long time before our passions couldn't be contained. I came first and then Emma followed. I had never felt so close to any one before.

The next morning after we ate another large breakfast, Emma asked me to be her lover. I was shocked that she would want someone as young as me. I was only twenty-three, half her age. But she insisted she wanted me. I told her it would make me happy to be her lover. This meant that I would sleep with her every night and live as an equal in her house. 

The only demands she would make on me is that I dressed "properly" everyday and heed her advice on certain things. As the days went by, I moved my things into her bedroom and dressed in many of the nice clothes she bought me. I began to wear a dress or skirt daily with stockings and fancy underwear. Often I would dress in three-piece suits or a long sleeveless dress. I had never enjoyed my body as much and never garnered so many looks from men on campus. I felt so pampered the way Emma would choose my clothing, help me dress and put my makeup on. 

Emma did all the cooking and made me eat very healthy food. She also asked me to accompany her on her jogging work outs. In a few months I had lost quite a few pounds. Several times when we went out for dinner or to another function, people would mistake us for a mother and daughter but Emma would never correct them. Neither did I.

Our sexual routine in the morning was never the same. Sometimes we would make love in bed, or masturbate together. Many times Emma would wait until I was fully dressed and eaten breakfast before she would pin me against a wall and kiss me. She would tell me how beautiful I looked as her strong hands slid up my stockings and clasped my ass. I enjoyed her large breasts pressing against mine. She knew my nipples hardened quickly; she would pinch them through my blouse, making me squirm. She would then kneel and pull my thong or g-string down. Her tongue would tickle my pussy and in minutes I would cum. It was not only the stimulation but her forceful action that made me come so fast. 

I would enjoy such quick sexual releases and I would drive to the university with my hand between my legs. Yes, my panties were moist but they encouraged my memories of Emma during the day. 

In the evenings when I arrived home, Emma would sometimes be wearing her dildo. She would wear it with blue jeans and a white shirt. It stuck out in front of her as she made tea and asked me about my day. The sight aroused me immediately and I looked forward to those moments. After we talked for a while, we'd kiss and she would put her hand behind my head and guide my mouth me to the shaft. To prepare myself, I would put my hand up my dress and stroke my panties as I kissed and sucked on the dong. When she felt ready Emma would take me to the bedroom and do me missionary or doggy style. Making love to me with my clothes on was a real turn on for her. Pulling my panties down, she would penetrate me easily and begin a series of hard thrusts. Her thrusting and the thick dong filling me up felt so good. I usually came quickly and once we were finished, Emma would put my panties back in place. If she hadn't cum, I would take the dildo off and work on her until she did. 

It took me a while to get used to such a routine but now I wouldn't miss it for anything. I became accustomed to her need for sex during the day and it made my life a lot less stressful. It was all very womanly and nice and I enjoyed such sessions before dinner. 

As the months passed, I learned to become more obedient to Emma and loved doing so. It didn't bother me to put on a black leather collar whenever I was in the house. I would hang it by the door and take it off and put it on as I came and went. Only last week we made love for the first time with restraints. I had an orgasm I never thought possible. But all this is for another story.

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