Roman Holiday—Consequences II
Because she was feeling like a bad girl, for Catherine Wilde it was Randi from the escort service on Friday. Catherine had called in sick, Marta had plum worn her out. Besides, if she stayed in all day, she wouldn’t see anyone, which meant she actually might have a chance at getting some rest. It hadn’t worked out that way. She’d woken at her regular time and couldn’t fall back asleep. By 3:30p, the time she normally would have left school, she was crawling up the walls.
She’d been wanting to try a call girl for a while. It would be expensive, sure, but she’d always been good with her money. The service she was trying had a reputation for being discreet, and once she made sure they understood she wanted a woman, there was only one thing left to square away.
“Type?” the woman on the other end of the line asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Blond, brunette, full-figured? What type of woman are you looking for?”
Catherine thought it over. It was a big decision, “Professional. I want someone who looks like she just came from the office.”
“Very good. You can expect Randi at 9p.”
Einstein said that time moves more slowly the faster one moves. Catherine felt like she was traveling at Warp 10 because her clock seemed not to move at all. At 9p, however, she was pleased to see the waiting had been worthwhile. Randi was tall and willowy with feminine, graceful curves. Her blond hair was in loose ringlets and pulled back gently. She wore black, plastic frame eyeglasses, which matched her expertly tailerd black business suit. Her dark blue business shirt was unbuttoned by one extra button, revealing a mouthwatering glimpse of her goldilocks breasts; not too big, not too small, just right. She wore a pearl necklace and carried a black briefcase.
“How do you do,” Randi stuck out her hand. She had a “just came from High Tea with the Queen” British accent that made Catherine even wetter.
“Hello,” Catherine shook the offered hand. “Won’t you come in?”
“Thank you,” Randi stepped through the door, reached into the briefcase and pulled out a three ring binder. “R&D finally finished their analysis. I know you’ve been waiting for it so I brought it over myself.”
“OH! Role playing!” Catherine thought to herself. “This is going to be fun.”
“Yes, I have. That was very thoughtful of you,” Catherine took the binder, allowing her hand to brush against Randi’s as she did. “Would you mind sticking around while I look it over?”
“Of course not.”
“Thanks you. Make yourself comfortable in the living room. Can I get you a drink?”
“A white wine, if you please.”
Catherine poured the drink and made sure to long hard and long into Randi’s eyes as she handed it over. Taking a seat on the couch across the room from the blond, Catherine began flipping through the pages of the “report”. It consisted entirely of black and white photos of two women making love. Catherine had no idea who the first woman was, though she was gorgeous. The other woman, however, was definitely Randi.
“This is excellent work,” Catherine said. “Exactly what I was looking for.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Catherine stood up, tossing the report onto the couch, “I think I see a substantial bonus in your future.”
“Again, thank you, ma’am.”
Crossing the room, Catherine climbed onto the chair Randi was sitting in, straddling the English woman’s lap, “And be sure to pass my thanks on to your entire team.”
Taking Randi’s head in her hands, Catherine brought their lips together for a kiss. Randi’s hands cupped Catherine’s ass, supporting her as she knelt over the blond.
“With all due respect, ma’am,” Randi said evenly, “I don’t think this bonus reflects my contribution to this project.”
“Your bonus structure is very competitive with industry standards, and is certainly commensurate with others given in the organization,” Catherine replied.
“I’m quite sure,” Randi countered as she unbuckled Catherine’s belt and unclasped her pants. “But if you’d allow me to make my case, I’m sure you’ll agree I’m one of your top performers and should be rewarded accordingly.”
Catherine stepped off the chair and removed her blouse, “Well, I consider myself to be a fair person. I’m willing to listen to your counter-offer.”
Randi stood, stripping off her jacket as she rose. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt and, with a roll of her shoulders, allowed it to fall away. With a deft motion, the slack dropped to the floor. Next came the bra and panties, and Randi stood naked before Catherine. Her flawless breasts were upswept, the nipples already hard and erect. A small tuft of downy hair lay above the moist and puffy vaginal lips. Randi was a natural blond.
Catherine drank in the sight before her, “I must say your passion is very compelling, but you’ll understand if I need more convincing.”
“Of course, ma’am,” Randi smiled. “I see your reputation for being a cunning negotiator is well deserved. But I think you’ll agree I am up to the task.”
Randi dropped to her knees to remove Catherine’s pants. She could tell immediately the blond knew what she was doing by resisting the temptation to work fast and hard. Jean, Jill, Marta ... Catherine had broken in a lot of newbies lately and, sometimes, it was nice to just relax and let someone else do all the thinking. Randi nibbled, sucked, stroked, kissed as Catherine rolled her hips to the tempo her “employee” set. Catherine wanted to holler, scream out that Randi was hitting all the rights spots just right. But she held back, enjoying the feeling of keeping it in. And she was a competitive woman by nature; she wanted Randi to break character first.
Catherine grunted as her orgasm struck, not a huge one, but strong enough to leave her feeling weak in the knees. She put a hand on the top of Randi’s head, using it to prop herself up. Once she’d recovered, she pulled Randi up for a long, consuming kiss.
“You make an excellent argument,” Catherine panted. “I think one of the conference rooms is available. Why don’t we go in there and talk about this some more?”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Randi licked her lips, then picked up her brief case. “That’s very generous of you.”
Catherine took Randi by her free hand and led her to the bedroom. Once there, Catherine set herself on the bed. Spreading her legs a bit, taking care not to overdue it because lewdness wasn’t in character, she purred, “So Randi, what do you think would be a bonus more appropriate with your obvious talents?”
Reaching into her case, Randi pulled out a double headed dildo, “I think something like this would fit nicely in our business model.”
“Perhaps,” Catherine enthused. “Could you thumbnail for me how all of this would benefit your customers?”
Randi moved onto the bed, “I’d be delighted to.”
Catherine gasped loudly as Randi slipped the dildo into her. Though massive, it was also incredibly flexible and gave easily as the blond inserted the opposite end into her own sopping pussy. Both women sighed when their boxes touched, Catherine flat on her back, Randi on her side. Neither moved initially as they acclimated themselves to the girth of the object filling them both. Then, with a squeeze of her stomach muscles and a flick of her hips, Catherine pushed. A quiet squeak escaped Randi’s lips, then after a moment, she pushed back, sending a charge through Catherine’s loins. Taking her breasts in her hands, Catherine fired back, Randi returned it and in short order, the two had set a steadily increasing pace that, with each thrust, sent the majority of the plastic dong driving into the innards of the other woman. Lifting her head, Catherine watched with fascination as the English woman’s abs did their work, clenching then releasing, her diamond bellybutton ring roiling across her stomach.
Randi was in trouble. With each thrust, she lost a little more of her professional reserve and with each thrust, she found herself caring less. She’d fucked women before, done a little roleplaying, even had a small little cum here and there. All of this should have been old hat to her. She’d never lost control or let her passion mingle with her work ... ever. But this woman was a fuck like she’d never had before. It was like she’d mis-stepped on a sheet of ice and was about to go tumbling down. It was incredible. For the first time in her professional life, she wanted to cum, cum like she’d never cum before, and she wanted this bird to cum with her. For the first time in her professional life she was fucking back and she meant it. Just as this realization, and all its implications, hit her, a new sensation exploaded from between her legs.
Catherine had sat up and reached down to pinch Randi’s clit between her index finger and thumb, all the while somehow maintaining her powerful hip strokes. Her mouth agape, giving forth a strangled cry, Randi’s motions kicked into overdrive.
“Is this ... more like ... what you ... wanted,” Catherine rasped with each thrust.
“Yes!” Randi pinched and twisted her nipples.
“Then ... we have ... a deal?”
“What?”
Catherine looked directly at the wide eyed Brit, “I can’t ... FUCK ... my budget ... just ... for ... your ... bonus.”
A surge of panic washed over Randi. This wasn’t a game to her anymore, “NO! Keep fucking me!”
“Randi?”
The blond was trembling. As Catherine drove into her she chanted, “Please ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!”
Catherine smiled victoriously. Randi was thrashing on the bed, her fists pounding the mattress, trying to force her orgasm out. Catherine kept fucking her, ““Oh... Oh... OH... Yes ... that’s... IT! DON’T STOP! I... CAN’T... BELIEVE... OH!... I’MMMM... CUH ... CUHHHH!”
Randi’s body twisted with such force the dildo popped out of her. Even before the aftereffects of her orgasm subsided, she’d decided on something she’d never done before on a job; she was going to let her needs dictate her actions. She wanted to get her mouth back on this incredible woman’s pussy, and she needed Catherine’s mouth on hers.
She pulled the dildo out of Catherine and, on unsteady limbs, crawled atop her. Everything about Catherine seemed to highten Randi’s senses; the feel of her tits pressed against her belly, the smell of her pussy. Randi dipped her head and licked. Catherine’s flavor was like nothing she’d ever tasted before.
Catherine shuddered with pleasure as Randi brought her A-game into play. She was a fast worker, hitting all of Catherine’s happy places early and often. Licking, sucking, kissing, biting, probing, thrusting, Randi’s tongue, lips and fingers moved rapidly across Catherine’s clit, lips, upper thighs and the sensitive strip of flesh between her vagina and anus. Catherine wrapped her legs across Randi’s shoulder blades, forcing the blond even deeper into her delta. She tried to call out, to tell Randi to keep doing what she was doing, but her mouth was so full of the Brit’s pussy the sounds came out as muffled grunts. The vibrations of from Catherine’s calls played across Randi’s clit, spurring her on like a call to action. Catherine finally came again, hard, her lips sucking on Randi’s clit like a straw, her juices splashing across Randi’s face for a second time.
As soon as she felt Catherine’s release, Randi reared up, grinding her pussy into Catherine’s face as hard as she dared. Reaching down to massage Catherine’s full, firm breasts, Randi was determined to talk her newest lover through her next orgasm. She’d already cum once harder than she’d ever thought possible ... she had to feel it again.
“Oh Lord ... ohmygod! Please,” Randi begged. Catherine couldn’t help but laugh as she worked. Randi’s accent had slipped considerably; she sounded now a lot more Birmingham than Buckingham Palace. It still made Catherine all wet. “Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to ...Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it.”
Randi spun like a top as her next orgasm struck. She collapsed atop Catherine, their arms and legs entwined as they kissed and Randi shuddered against the redhead’s body. Catherine had no idea how long they lay there before Randi looked up at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Drat, is that really the time?”
“Yes, what’s wrong.”
“I was supposed to have called the service 30 minutes ago,” Randi reached across Catherine’s body towards the phone on the table. “Can I make a call?”
“Absolutely,” Catherine said. Randi dialed.
“Yes, it’s me. I know I’m late ... yes I know it’s never happened before so you bloody well don’t need to give me a hassle about it ... Oh, God!” Randi gasped as Catherine inserted a finger into the blond’s ass. “Never you mind about that, just send the car. 30 minutes, okay. Good bye.”
“Do you really have to go?” Catherine asked.
“I don’t want to, but yes, I do,” Randi whimpered. “If you keep doing that, you’ll get me off again.”
Catherine kept doing it, and Randi came again, quickly. Afterwards the two walked back to the living room and Catherine helped Randi dress, with much kissing, touching and licking accompanying each garment as it was replaced. After 30 minutes, a car horn called from the street. Catherine walked Randi to the front door.
“That, without a doubt, was the best shagging of my life,” the disheveled call girl panted. She stopped by the table near the front door, took a piece of paper from her purse and scribbled quickly on it. She handed Catherine the sheet, then kissed her deeply, fingering the Italian Teacher’s still soaking quim.
“My real name is Beth, by the way, and my home number is on that,” Randi/Beth explained. “If you EVER want to do all that again, give me a call.”
“I think I’m going to take you up on that.”
Beth slowly licked her fingers clean, staring Catherine in the eye as she did so. Catherine was still aquiver with lust as Beth walked out the door and practically skipped to the waiting limo.
For Catherine Wilde, on Saturday it was Jesse, who she’d picked up at the coffee shop around the corner from where she lived. Despite the recent demands of her libido, Catherine hadn’t completely forsaken her previous life. Saturday had been spent grading tests and papers she’d fallen badly behind on. By 3:30p, after almost 7 hours of work, she’d decided she’d earned a break.
Catherine was a regular at the coffee shop, so of course she’d already noticed Jesse, though Jesse was hard to miss. The 20 year old waitress was tall and solidly, though still femininely, built with short, dirty blond hair, big, wideset eyes and full lips. Her shoulders were broad, tapering to a thin waist then gracefully flaring out to her hips before flowing to her long, muscular legs. The tight, v cut, black top and stretch pants displayed Jesse’s attributes to their finest, including the feature that was particularly catching Catherine’s eye; the fullest, proudest pair of breasts she’d ever seen. Her eyes followed the waitress around the café and everytime the woman bent over, to serve coffee, pick up money, clean a table, whatever, Catherine was treated to a view that was like artwork. She couldn’t help but wonder if those were real, then decided she was just going to have to find out.
Jesse liked Catherine. The redhead was polite, didn’t make a lot of demands and tipped well. The older woman hadn’t been in too much lately, and it was a slow night, so she made sure to swing by Catherine’s table a little more often than necessary, just to chat. As they talked, Jesse had revealed she hadn’t gone to college yet, she was taking a couple years off to save money for tuition, but when she did go she wanted to major in education. Catherine mentioned she was a teacher, in fact she was catching up on her grading that very day and still had a lot of work to finish, and if she was interested, maybe Jesse would like to drop by later to see how it was all done. Jesse was interested, and her shift ended at 5:30p. Catherine wrote her address on a napkin, finished her coffee and went home to wait.
Once Jesse arrived, things went smoothly, as Catherine somehow knew they would. A double entendre here, a lingering touch, a breast pressed against the waitress there was little more than it took. 90 minutes after her arrival, Jesse was in the bedroom, pressed against a wall by Catherine as they frenched.
“We have to stop,” Jesse broke the kiss and moaned when Catherine’s hand cupped, then slowly rubbed her pussy through the thin, black stretch pants.
“No, we don’t,” Catherine whispered forcefully. Jesse may have been protesting, but that hadn’t stopped her from taking Catherine’s ass in her hands.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“I’ll take good care of you.”
“But I’m not into women. I like cock...”
Catherine cut her off with another deep kiss, “I can help you with that.”
Catherine spun Jesse around, then pushed her to the bed. The waitress sprawled across the covers and realized this was her chance to run, to get away. But she didn’t. She lay there, captivated, as Catherine slow began unbuttoning her shirt. Their eyes locked, and Catherine maintained they contact as she sensuously slipped the shirt off her shoulders. Without her realizing it, Jesse’s right hand slipped beneath her panties, her fingers strumming her clit in time with Catherine’s movements. Her breasts felt tight; she looked down to see her nipples trying to push their way through her bra and top. Automatically she began massaging them, then gasped when she discovered it felt so good.
Jesse gasped when Catherine unhooked her bra. She was used to having the best tits in the room, but Catherine’s were nothing to be ashamed of. Catherine placed her hands on her shoulders, then ran them slowly down her front. She stopped to tweak her rock hard nipples and smile impishly, as if to say “Look at what you’ve done to me ... I like it!” The hands continued slowly down her sides, meeting at the button for her shorts. This was quickly undone, then the zipper pulled down, then the shorts and panties pushed down. She stopped just before the top of her slit became visible.
“Want to see the rest?” Catherine smirked. Jesse nodded. “Then you got to say so.”
“Show me,” Jesse croaked. “Oh please, God, show me.”
“Take your top off.” Jesse pulled blouse and bra off in a desperate rush, practically throwing them across the room. When Catherine next demanded the pants, Jesse pushed the waistband below her knees then kicked them the rest of the way off. She had no idea what direction they flew off in.
“Very good, very nice,” Catherine commented. The now naked waitress lay panting on the bed, her hands unable to decide if they should stimulate her throbbing clit or hard, tight nipples as Catherine pulled her shorts and panties off. Catherine turned to a dresser, taking her time as she rummaged through it before pulling out her trusty strap on.
“You ever take anything this big?” she asked as she put it on. Jesse shook her head.
“I’ll bet you’ve thought about it before,” Catherine cooed. Jesse, biting her lower lip, nodded her head.
Catherine crawled onto the bed. Reaching for Jesse’s legs and slowly spreading them, she said, “Then today’s your lucky day!”
A dizzying array of emotions and sensations cascaded over Jesse: excitement, fear, confusion, wonder. She was a hottie, and she knew it. The number of passes she fielded over the course of a day, week, month was proof of that. And, of course, a fair number of those passes had been from women. She’d always brushed those off, maybe that’s way Catherine had succeeded where all those other chicks had failed? Catherine had never seemed like she was making a pass. She’d just maneuvered Jesse ever so subtly until tumbling into the older woman’s bed had seemed the perfectly natural thing to do. That’s why, on top of all the other things she was feeling, the controlling emotion was lust. Lust like she’d never felt before. That’s why when Catherine spread her legs and began gently kissing and nibbling around her humid pussy, Jesse let her, willingly.
Jesse’s crotch was split like a peach. Catherine worked slowly, planting feathery kisses all around it, tracing slow circles around the younger woman’s clit with one free hand, seeking out her partner’s turgid nipples with the other. Gradually she picked up her pace, alternating long, broad licks along the slit with deep thrusts of her tongue, all the while pinching and pulling at the ever expanding clitoris.
“Oh Cath ... oh God ... that’s so good. Oh God that’s good. Keep doing that, just like that. FUCK, where did you learn that. Keep fucking me ... keep ... keep ... fucking ... me!”
Jesse twitched with each stab of Catherine’s tongue, then thrust her hips forward trying to re-establish contact. Catherine switched tactics, wrapping her lips around Jesse’s clit and inserting a finger into the waitress’ hole. Catherine massaged the nearest breast she could find, and was pleased to see, judging from its pliability, that it was real.
“Oh yes ... fuck me ... use your fingers ... give me another! Oh, oh, oh ... faster, faster ... damit Cath!”
Jesse sat up, then reached down to wrap her hands under Catherine’s arms. As she fell back, she pulled Catherine atop her, “Please, I need you inside me. Put it in me now. Fuck me nice and slow with your cock.”
As Catherine adjusted herself and positioned the dildo, Jesse reached down to grip the shaft and guide it in. Catherine pushed slowly, but steadily as Jesse went rigid, her only response being throaty grunts of pleasure as she was cored. She bent in for another wild, deep kiss, but as she started to pull out, Jesse wrapped her legs around Catherine’s hips and ass.
“Not yet ... don’t move ... I feel so full ... I love it!”
Catherine was a great believer in giving her lovers what they wanted. Instead of thrusting, she slowly rotated her hips, grinding their pussies together while keeping the dildo fully embedded in Jesse. The effect was immediately apparent. The waitress’ eyes flew open in amazement at the sensations and the incredible woman who was providing them, “Yes Cath, that’s perfect ... nice and slow ... just like that. I can’t ... believe ... how fucking hot ... you’re making me!”
Catherine grinned inwardly as the two met for another deep, soulful kiss. Breaking the lip lock, she nibbled on Jesse’s earlobe and whispered, “Didn’t I say I’d take good care of you?”
Jesse half groaned, half laughed, “God, you were right ... oh ... I never did a girl before ... but you ... I just want to keep fucking you ... I never want to stop”
Suddenly, Catherine found herself on her back with Jesse, sitting straight up, looming over her. The blond had a confident, sexy smile on her face as she looked Catherine directly in the eyes and growled, “I like it better on top.”
Jesse closed her eyes and threw her head back, holding a breast in each hand. After a moment, she raised herself up slowly, then lowered herself back onto the dildo just as slowly, then again, then again, each cycle coming a bit faster than the previous one. Catherine settled her hands on Jesse’s gorgeous hips, guiding her, encouraging her.
“That’s it babe ... take it ... take it,” Catherine whined. With the film of sweat now covering her, Jesse almost looked like she was glowing, “Fuck my cock ... keep fucking it ... just like that ... I can feel you ... bumping my clit ... love it ... faster ... faster!”
Jesse leaned forward, propping her arms on either side of Catherine’s head; all the better to piston herself on the shaft filling her to the core. Now that they were in the perfect position, Catherine took one of those perfect breasts in her hands and sucked the nipple into her mouth.
The thrusting of Jesse’s hips became more intense, “YES CATH! Suck on it ... oh god ... oh god ... I’m gonna come ... so close ... so close ... so ... close ... uhh ... uhh ... uhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Jesse thrust downwardly one last time, then ground her cunt against the base of Catherine’s dildo. After a groan and a heavy sigh, she collapsed next to Catherine, on her back.
“Fuck, that was unbelievable,” Jesse sighed as Catherine rolled partially atop her to take wet, long licks at her pointy nipples. “Mmmm, that feels good too.”
“Glad you like it,” Catherine replied. “I can’t get enough of your tits.”
“Well you can have at ‘em anytime you want!”
“Oh really?” Catherine arched an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah. I’m going to need a lot more of this.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Catherine said as she lifted her butt off the bed to remove the dildo. “It’s time for you to do me a favor.”
Catherine sat up, then straddled the blonde. Taking a hold of the headboard and lowering herself to the willing girl’s face, she whispered, “You just lie there and do what comes naturally. I’ll do all the work.”
She moaned happily as soon as Jesse’s tongue touched her pussy. Within seconds, the 20 year old had reached up to grab Catherine’s hips and pull the older woman down even farther.
“Oh that’s nice ... that’s good,” Catherine cooed. “Are you sure you’ve never done this? You’re a born pussy licker.”
Catherine looked down and was rewarded with the site of Jesse’s open eyes staring back at her. She could tell by the way they crinkled around the corners that her newest lover was smiling. That thought alone was enough to make Catherine come ... not a big one, but a small, very satisfying one that she new was clearing the way for the big ones to come. She began thrusting her hips slowly and consoled herself with the thought there was always Sunday to grade papers.
She’d planned to rest a bit, but it didn’t work out that way because for Catherine Wilde, on Sunday it was Jesse again, who brought along her girlfriend Tia. Catherine had awoken that morning to find Jesse already gone. She’d showered and was dressed only in a t-shirt and panties when the two girls arrived. While Jesse handled the introductions, Catherine appraised Tia. She had the same spectacular build as Jesse, but that’s where the similarities ended. Tia’s skin was milk chocolate brown, her straight, jet black hair hung past her shoulder blades. She wore blue jeans and a tight, dark blue t-shirt which read “Kiss Me Before My Boyfriend Gets Back!". Catherine certainly approved of the sentiment. After exchanging pleasantries, Tia asked to use the bathroom. Catherine gave her the directions. In the kitchen, as soon as they heard the bathroom door close, Jesse seized Catherine and kissed her passionately.
“Christ, I’m still all wet from last night,” Jesse whispered. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day!”
Catherine kissed Jesse back, “What happened to you this morning?”
Jesse ran her hands over Catherine’s butt, “I was supposed to go clubbing with Tia last night, but I blew her off for you. I figured I had to make it up to her somehow.”
“And?”
Jesse smiled a little guiltily, “And I thought the best way to make it up to her was to get her fucked the way I got fucked last night!”
“And?”
“And I don’t know how to get started,” Jesse shrugged. “I figured you could help me there. You don’t mind, do you?”
Catherine laughed, “Not at all. She’s really hot!”
“Good! So what are we going to do?”
“Just go with the flow,” Catherine said. “Believe me, she’ll be into it.”
“How do you know that?”
“Trust me, I just do.”
They kissed again, wildly, as their hands groped each other. After what Catherine guessed to be an appropriate amount of time, she looked up to see Tia standing in the archway to the kitchen, wide eyed and open mouthed. Her nipples were erect, looking like quotation marks around the word “Kiss” emblazoned on her shirt.
“Looks like we have a little spy,” Catherine purred as she spun Jesse around 180 degrees. The blond’s eyes were glassy with lust, but regained their focus when she saw the state Tia was in. Catherine jammed her hand down the front of Jesse’s pants, and she made sure to exaggerate her motions as she worked. She wanted Tia to know exactly what she was doing to Jesse’s pussy.
As it turned out, Jesse had no problem telling Tia exactly what was going on, “Oh God, Tia, I’m sorry about last night. But I was with Catherine last night, and it was incredible! Nobody EVER fucked me like that. Please, Tia, let Cath and me fuck you ... you have to!”
Jesse stiffened and grunted as a small orgasm overtook her. Catherine looked Tia over, “So honey, are you ready for the fuck of your life?”
Tia simply nodded.
“Then let’s head into the bedroom. Jesse, why don’t you show Tia the way?”
Jesse practically sprinted for the bedroom with Tia in hot pursuit. Catherine took her time. Once there, each woman took their own clothes off. Catherine had them arranged on the bed when the doorbell rang.
“You two get started without me,” Catherine said as she slipped on her robe. “I’ll get rid of whoever that is.”
Catherine took a quick look at the two girls as she set off down the hall. They sat upright on the bed, kissing. Jesse already had two fingers deep in Tia’s snatch.
It was Jill. As soon as Catherine opened the door, the teen invited herself in, “I’m here for that tutoring session!”
Jill had been busy since her encounter with Catherine earlier in the week. She’d gone home that night knowing her life had changed, but just how and how much had been the question. She was, basically, a logical and orderly person, and a couple days thought on the matter had left her with a plan. One of her father’s vendors was a good looking guy, barely out of college himself, who whenever he was in the office spent most of his time hitting on Jill (when her father wasn’t around, naturally). So, she simply took him up on his offer. She’d taken every precaution under the sun, and made him do the same, and she’d enjoyed herself. Catherine was better, no doubt about it, but the hours she’d spent with him had been pleasant enough. She’d definitely be going back to the guys in the future. Of course, once the deed was done, he’d gone into the whole “You’re a great kid, but we can’t ever do this again” speech. Now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he didn’t have much use for her, and the feeling was mutual. He’d looked pretty damn surprised when she’d agreed with him, but as the Chinese allegedly said, be careful what you wish for.
Catherine smiled and led Jill into her living room, giving her student’s butt a pinch as they walked. Settling Jill on the couch, and instructing her to wait, Catherine set off for the bedroom again. She was only halfway down the hall when the doorbell rang again.
This time it was Denise, the “yummy mummy” she’d picked up at the mall the week before. Catherine was surprised to see her, and Denise was thrilled to see Catherine dressed so scantily. As soon as the door was open, the short haired, petite brunette threw herself at Catherine.
“I’m sorry to barge in, but I couldn’t stay away,” Denise whimpered, humping her tight little body against Catherine’s. “I thought we’d be a one time thing, but it’s driving me crazy.”
“Calm down Denise,” Catherine hugged the woman and kissed the top of her head.
“I fucked my husband every night this week, but it didn’t do me any good,” Denise explained. “It wasn’t the same!”
“It’s okay,” Catherine assured her.
“My husband’s out with his buddies and the kids are with his parents,” Denise was pleading now. “Please, Catherine, I need it. You got to give it to me!”
It occurred to Catherine, briefly, that maybe “giving it” to Denise might not be such a good idea. They’d spent one afternoon together one week ago and now she was a wreck. But Denise was also a very nice person, and Catherine hated to see her like this. Maybe all she needed was to expand her horizons, “I’ll help you, Denise. Just come with me.”
Catherine led Denise into the living room, where Jill still sat on the couch, now with a cat that ate the canary grin on her face. Denise was appalled ... sure she wanted to get laid, but she didn’t want the whole town to know about it. And it was obvious this kid had heard everything. And what was SHE doing here anyway, Denise wondered.
Catherine sat Denise next to Jill, “You two take care of the introductions. I’ll be right back.”
Catherine, for a second time, headed back to the bedroom. Jesse and Tia were engaged in a slow, languid 69 session, with Tia on the bottom. Catherine called for them, but they ignored her. She had to call a second, louder time before she got their attention. Once they’d disengaged, Catherine led them to the living room. Jill and Denise were stretched out on the couch, making out furiously.
“Oh girls,” Catherine called. The two broke their kiss to look up. “This is Jesse and Tia. That’s Denise on the bottom and Jill on the top. I thought we’d all get to know each other a little better. Jesse, why don’t you go over with Denise and Jill, I’d like you to help Tia out.”
Jill sprang off the couch, peeling her clothes off as she went, Tia doing her part once their lips met. Jill took Tia right there on the floor. Denise looked terrified but didn’t resist when the waitress started stripping her, nor did she resist when Jesse’s tongue hit her snatch. Catherine watched with satisfaction as her friends took care of each other ... now she could finally get some sleep!
Catherine woke up with a stretch 90 minutes later. She’d have to make sure she got a full night’s sleep that night, but the nap had really hit the spot. Still naked as the day she was born, she headed back out into the living room. The girls were still at it. Somehow they’d found Catherine’s toys because Jill was wearing the strap on and was pounding away at Denise from behind. Denise, her firm little ass high in the air, certainly seemed to be over her initial fright as she thrust back at Jill, all the while lapping furiously at Jesse’s coochie. Tia stood on her knees, grinding herself into Jesse’s face. Catherine took up position infront of Tia, waiting to be noticed. It didn’t take long, and Tia hadn’t needed to be told what to do. The dark skinned girls tongue landed between Catherine’s legs; nibbling on her lower lip, Catherine was delighted to discover Tia had learned much about pleasuring a woman in a short amount of time.
Bridget didn’t break stride as she walked past the gate guard to the Tastick Mansion. Ever since her return from Italy, she’d been to the grounds to visit her new mentor enough that it was old hat. The guard simply smiled and waved her through. Bridget politely returned the smile, waved back and kept going.
The guard watched her as she went, knowing full well everything was okay but feeling a little impotent nonetheless. He should have been logging Bridget’s arrival, or calling ahead, or checking something off. Something ... anything. But three weeks ago Ms. Tastick had made it very clear that Bridget was to be allowed full run of the property, 24/7, with absolutely no impediment whatsoever. And whatever Ms. Tastick wanted, Ms. Tastick got.
The guard watched as Bridget disappeared around a bend in the drive, his security concerns fading as the image of the girl’s spectacular ass and breasts burned themselves into his memory, and not for the first time.
“Damn, they didn’t make ‘em like that when I was 16,” he muttered.
“Hello, Bridget. This is a pleasant surprise,” Victoria Tastick said as she pulled her protégé in close for a kiss. Bridget responded with vigor.
“Hello Victoria. I wish I was here for a more pleasant reason. I think we have a problem we need to talk about,” Bridget said seriously.
Victoria was still holding Bridget close when she replied. She loved how the teenager felt against her body, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Catherine Wilde, she’s completely out of control. If something isn’t done, and I mean soon, people are going to start talking.”
“Hmmmm,” Victoria considered Bridget’s words. “You’re right, we do need to talk.”