Higher Learning

Annie Velez strolled past the nondescript club for the third

time in the last half hour. It had taken all of her courage for the

nineteen-year old college student to even come this far. According

to the information she had been able to get in the chat rooms

online, Scarlett's Rose was probably the best Lesbian Club in the

entire city, especially on a Saturday night. Not that she would

have anything to be able to make a comparison against, since she

hadn't been in anything like it in her life.

The dark haired girl had never so much as even kissed

another girl, at least not a real kiss, but she had knew she was

attracted to her own sex since high school days. Too many times

she had caught herself checking out the other girls in the showers

or locker rooms, or thinking about some of them in the same way

that her friends usually talked about guys.

Anne wasn't a virgin or anything, having lost her virginity at

seventeen to a boy in school. She even had a boyfriend now. They

got along well enough, both socially and sexually. She gave him

blowjobs which, while were not high on her list of favorite things,

did make him happy. Occasionally, she would let him fuck her as

well.

Still, as she got older, she found her thoughts turning to

girls more and more. She'd recently logged onto a chat room

discussing bisexuality and lesbianism using one of the school

library's computers and learned about Scarlett's. Thus was born

the idea of stopping by there and seeing what it was like.

There were, of course, groups on campus where you could go

to discuss lesbianism. In fact, one of the student groups even held

a monthly mixer for girls to get together. But as the daughter of

a rather conservative father, Annie couldn't ever see herself

attending anything on campus least someone see her and word

getting back to her family. There were just too many students

who had also attended the same high school. Scarlett's had the

advantage of being all the way downtown, where few of her friends

ever went. Also, her theory was that if, God forbid, she ran into

someone she actually knew there, they'd be as embarrassed as she

was.

"Come on, Annie," she told herself as she passed the club a

fourth time. "It's not like they're going to be holding orgies on

the dance floor. Besides you're in college now, isn't that supposed

to be about taking risks and learning new things?"

Taking a deep breath, she made a hard right turn as she

passed the door and walked in. Anna quickly reached the door

where she showed her sister's borrowed identification card that

attested to the fact that she was two years older than she

actually was and was waved inside by a tall brunette who gave her a

warm smile as she did. As she passed through the vestibule, the

brown-eyed girl found herself asking the question, how do you know

they don't have orgies on the dance floor?

To her relief, she quickly discovered that nothing of the

sort was going on. Scarlett's looked just like it had been

described to her, an upscale bar much like the ones she and her

friends sometimes crashed on weekends. The only real difference

seemed to be that the clientele were all women.

Women, who she became aware of as she headed for the

bar, were checking her out. Annie had always been a little self

conscious about her looks, even though anyone who knew her said

she was being silly. At a hundred and thirty eight pounds, the five

foot eight always described herself as being a little chubby but

that was hardly the opinion of any of the guys who tried to date

her. If she could read the minds of the women around her, those

that took the time to look at her would have pretty much the same

opinion. The blue dress she was wearing was both short enough to

show off her long legs as well as snug enough to leave little of what

it did cover to the imagination.

At the bar, she again showed her ID and ordered a beer.

The bartender, a woman of course, barely glanced at it before

placing a cold bottle and glass in front of her. Annie held out a bill

to pay for the drink but the blond waved it off.

"First one's on the house, sugar," the woman who Annie

guessed was in her late forties smiled. "and I doubt a cute thing

like you will have to buy any of her own after that."

Annie thanked her with a smile, then after pouring most of

the beer into her glass, turned to look out across the club. She

was sure that the bartender had been looking down her blouse. A

34B, she sometimes thought herself too small in that area as well,

but again, none of the boys seemed to complain.

Taking in the crowd around her, Annie saw women of all sizes

and shapes. Every color of the rainbow was represented, a fact

that seemed to compliment the multi-colored flag that hung on one

wall. She herself was the daughter of a Spanish father and French

mother, although physically she took more after her paternal side.

There seemed to be a large cross section of ages as well.

There also didn't seemed to be any activity going on that

she wouldn't have seen in a regular bar. Couples were dancing,

sitting at tables drinking and talking, a few were taking a

somewhat more personal interest in each other, but no more than

any male-female couple might have. There was even a small

grouping of people on the sidelines who seemed to be just drinking

their beers and checking out the action on the dance floor.

"Buy you a drink?" a woman Annie hadn't even noticed take

the empty stool next to her asked.

Annie was about to politely decline by saying she already had

one but as she lifted the bottle to refill her glass, she discovered

that she had already drained it. The thirtyish woman didn't wait

for Annie to say no, signaling the bartender with her hand to give

both her and the girl another one and put it on her tab.

The bartender, whose nametag Annie now noticed read

Connie, put a new bottle and a fresh glass in front of her. On her

face was a "see I told you" look.

"My name is Camille," she said as she refilled her own drink

as well.

"I'm Annie."

"Pretty name for a very pretty girl," Camille said as she

took a sip of her beer.

"Thank you," Annie replied, copying the older woman's

action and taking a drink. If nothing else, it gave her time to think

what to say.

"So what brings you here tonight?" the auburn haired

woman asked.

"Oh I just heard about this place and thought I'd check it

out?" Annie said, figuring that was a safe enough answer.

Aside from being about ten years older than her, Annie took

note that Camille was about two inches shorter as well. She was a

petite woman with a slim build and small breasts. Her complexion

had a dark Mediterranean look, the result she would learn later of

a mixed Spanish/Italian heritage. The older woman also had, Annie

decided the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen. She was

wearing a medium cut red dress that was only slightly longer than

Annie's.

"I try to come here whenever I'm in town," Camille said.

"It's a great place to unwind and meet interesting people."

Of course by people, Camille meant women, but Annie

figured that out quick enough.

"Are you a student?" Camille asked.

"Why do you ask that?" Annie asked in turn.

"When you ordered your drink, you automatically showed

your ID," Camille explained. "That usually indicates a student, or

at least someone who just got over being one."

"Oh, well I'm in my senior year over at State," Annie said

with conviction.

"Okay," Camille replied in a tone that said both that she

didn't believe her, nor did she care.

Annie wasn't sure what to ask in turn so she just

concentrated on finishing her drink.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Camille asked.

"No, not right now," Annie replied, trying to make it sound

like this wasn't her first time doing something like this.

"Boyfriend?" Camille continued.

"Err ... yes," the younger girl answered, figuring that the

closer she stayed to the truth the easier it would be to remember

later.

"Some girls need a cock now and then, I guess," Camille said

as if she was just making an observation. "I've never seen the

need for one, or at least for what they come attached to."

Annie was still trying to figure out what that meant when

Camille changed the subject yet again.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked, placing her hand over

the one Annie had left resting on the edge of the bar.

Annie paused for a moment as she felt the soft touch of the

older woman's hand as she gently stroked her fingers across the

hand beneath her. That simple touch was one of the most erotic

things that the college student had ever felt.

"Sure, why not," she finally said, thinking that this was what

she had come here for after all.

"Wonderful," Camille beamed as she closed her hand around

Annie's and led her out to the center of the dance floor.

-=-=-=-

"You are really a great dancer," Annie said as they stepped

off the dance floor.

"You are too," Camille replied as, still holding the younger

woman's hand, she led her back to the bar.

Annie had danced with other girls countless times, at

parties, weddings and numerous other social functions. Still, this

time had been different. Camille radiated both sexuality and power

as she moved, taking total control of her partner.

Several times in the course of the three songs they had

danced to, Camille's hands had found themselves in places where

Annie would've slapped a man for touching. Instead, the college

student found the taboo touch electrifying. Caught up in the

moment, she brushed her own hand against the older woman's

breast, feeling the stiffness of her nipple through her dress. An

action that sent an even greater spark between her legs.

"Would you like another drink?" the auburn haired woman

asked.

"Sure," Annie replied, disregarding the fact that two was

usually her limit. She knew that beyond that she had a tendency

to get silly.

Connie appeared a moment later, placing their drinks on the

bar and exchanging a few quick words with Camille. The look on

the bartender's face as she turned from the older woman and

smiled at Annie made the college student wonder what the blond

knew that she didn't.

"Probably everything," she answered herself as she picked

up her glass and took a long drink.

"Are you having fun?" Camille asked.

"Yes, I am," Annie answered.

"So did you just come here tonight to dance, or are you

looking for something more?" Camille went on, pausing to taste

some of her own beer.

"I don't understand," Annie said.

"You said that you didn't have a girlfriend at the moment,"

she explained. "I was wondering if you were looking for someone

new."

"Oh, well I guess I'm not actually looking ..." Annie started

to answer.

"... but you always have your eyes open." Camille finished for

her.

"Something like that, I guess," Annie said, taking refuge in

her drink for the moment.

"Nothing wrong with that," Camille replied, finishing off her

own drink. "A lot of women come here for different reasons.

Some just to dance and socialize, others looking for Ms. Right, and

some are just looking for someone to go home with for the night."

"Are you looking for someone to go home with?" Annie

asked, surprised at her own boldness in actually asking that.

"Well, I wouldn't discount the possibility," she laughed.

"Why, are you offering?"

"No, I mean I ...." the brunette stammered.

"Relax, Honey," Camille grinned, "I was only pulling your

chain"

Annie let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Look, let's be honest here," Camille said, "I think if the

truth be told, I'm willing to bet that this is the first time you've

ever been in a place like this. In fact, I'd be willing to go even

further and say not only have you never had a girlfriend before,

but also that you've never even had any kind of intimacy with

another woman at all. Am I wrong?"

Annie's silence told Camille that she was right on the mark.

"Oh I'm sure you have some curiosity about other women,"

the older woman continued, "and you might even have a fantasy or

two. Enough to give you the nerve to come here and maybe explore

those feelings a little. Have I missed anything?"

Annie wasn't sure what to say. Camille had read her like an

open book. Her face practically turned red with embarrassment.

"I'm really not a senior," she admitted, "I just started at

State."

"And you thought I'd be more impressed if I thought you

were older?" Camille said.

"Yes,"

"Well, now that we've set the record straight, no pun

intended," Camille laughed, "Do you think that I would've acted

any differently toward you if you'd been honest in the first

place?"

"I'm not sure," Annie said.

"Well I'll let you in on a little secret," Camille grinned.

"There are women who get off on newbies, just like there are men

who consider virgins something special. Me, I normally don't hang

around newbies. The things I'm into are a little intense for most of

them, and I don't particularly like the idea of being someone's gay

experience."

"I'm sorry," Annie said.

The older woman ignored the apology and just went on

speaking.

"But like they say, there's an exception to every rule," she

said, her grin growing even wider. "I had you pegged as a newbie

the minute I saw you. Still, there was something that I liked,

otherwise I never would've come over and introduced myself."

A smile now filled Annie's face as well.

"So now isn't it better to just be honest," Camille finished.

"Yes, I guess it is," the younger girl admitted.

"Now, there's one more thing that I should tell you," Camille

said, "seeing that we're now being totally honest. If you were to

put a label on me, and I should say that I hate labels but

sometimes they save a lot of time, the category that I would fall

into would be called dominant. Do you have any idea what that

means?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, among other things, it means that I like being in

control and I usually take what I want," Camille said as she moved

even closer to Annie.

Even though the older woman was actually smaller than her,

Annie felt herself totally intimidated by her nearness. Part of her

wanted to run and get out of the bar, admitting that it might've

been a mistake coming here in the first place. Yet another part,

the one that seemed to be in control at the moment, found the

situation both exciting and compelling.

"And right now," the auburn haired woman said as she moved

her face to within inches of Annie's, "what I want is you."

The lips that pressed against Annie's were soft, yet firm at

the same time. Their wetness carried the taste of the cherry

flavored lipstick Camille wore and when the taller girl felt a slight

pressure against her mouth, she opened it and pressed out with her

own tongue to meet it.

She felt light-headed, in a way she hadn't felt since the

first time she had kissed a boy for real back in junior high. That

comparison quickly faded, however, because there was nothing

innocent about this kiss. The press of Camille's body against her

own was totally sexual, her hands again reaching for intimate

spots, and this time they remained there until the kiss was done.

"If you want to come home with me," Camille said as their

lips parted, "you're going to have to be willing to totally surrender

yourself. To obey my every command. If you can handle that, then

I promise you an experience unlike anything you've ever had

before. If not, well, we'll just say we had a nice chat and you can

see if you can find someone a little safer to explore your fantasies

with."

The smart move, Annie's inner voice told her, was to say

thanks but no thanks. To take things slow and explore her sexual

fantasies a little at a time. After all she had just come here to

see what it was like, and after all, she'd had twice her normal limit

of drinks and couldn't trust her judgment. Yes, no was the right

answer to give.

"Yes, I want to go home with you," Annie said, startling

herself, but evidently not Camille with her answer.

"There's a black mustang convertible in the left side of the

parking lot out in back," Camille said, exhibiting no surprise that

the younger woman had said yes, "I have to take care of a few

things before I leave, I want you to go out to it and wait for me."

"Yes, Ma'am," Annie said, thinking that was the proper

response.

-=-=-=-

When Camille had told Annie to wait for her by the car, she

thought the older woman would be five, or ten minutes at the most.

Thirty-five minutes later, the young brunette was still standing

there in the cold. The temperature was just low enough to be

uncomfortable and having dressed with style more in mind than

comfort, the nineteen-year old wasn't really prepared for it.

Several times she wondered if she should go back into the

bar and see what was keeping Camille, and just as many times she

wondered if maybe it was all some sort of joke to see just how long

she would wait. Yet, even as she tried to keep warm, the idea of

disobeying her instructions or just leaving never occurred to her.

A fact, upon later reflection, she found strange because she

never really thought of herself as the kind of person to take

orders. Somehow, Camille had been able to look inside of her and

see a part of her personality that she herself didn't seem to know

existed.

Various women passed her on their way in and out of the

club. A few actually pointed in her direction and made comments

to each other. And still, Annie remained.

Finally, forty minutes after she had been told to wait by the

car, Camille emerged from the club. She was talking with another

woman about her age and stopped just out of earshot to finish her

conversation. Annie watched as the two of them kissed good-bye,

and only then did the older woman come up to her.

"I'm glad to see that you're still here," she said as she

walked up to the cold girl. "I'm impressed."

Those simple words made the discomfort of the last three

quarters of an hour seem almost worthwhile to Annie.

"I bet you think I kept you waiting out here in the cold so

long just to see if you would actually pay attention when I told you

to do something," Camille said, " and that would be partially true.

But there was a more important reason that I did it, at least to

me. By my count, you had at least four beers inside, not counting

any liquid courage you might have used to get up the nerve to come

here in the first place. That alone is enough for me to question

your judgment in saying that you knew what you were getting into.

So I figured a little time out here would give you a chance to burn

some of that out of your system and think about if this was still

really something that you wanted to do. There are at least a dozen

desirable women in the bar right now who would walk naked out

here if I told them I wanted to take them home, so I don't need to

take advantage of a drunk newbie with runaway hormones."

That made sense, Annie thought, no longer feeling pretty

stupid for having stood out here for so long.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time, do you still want to

come home with me?" Camille asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," Annie said, "I want to go home with you and

serve you in any way that I can."

Camille smiled, pleased with her answer.

"Are you wearing panties?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am," Annie answered, thinking it an unusual

question.

"Take them off and hand them to me," Camille said.

Thinking this was another test, Annie didn't hesitate as she

pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties, slipping them off

and handing them to Camille. That there were still a few people in

the parking lot that could see what she was doing didn't stop her

at all.

Camille took the panties and lifted them to her face, taking

a moment to smell them. Then she dropped them on the ground

and told Annie to lift her dress again. This time as she did so, a

few of the women close enough to see stopped to watch.

Camille reached between Annie's legs and ran her hand

across her small brown bush, sliding one finger inside the student,

gauging her wetness. Evidently it met her satisfaction and she

smiled as she withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth as she

licked it clean.

"Okay, you can put it down," Camille said in reference to

Annie's dress as she handed her new toy the keys to the car and

told her to unlock the door for her.

Annie did so, unlocking the driver's side and then, after

Camille got in, closed that door and went around to the passenger

side where she let herself in. Her panties were still sitting out on

the dirt but she made no attempt to recover them. She was sure

she wouldn't need them at all tonight.

-=-=-=-

To Annie's surprise, instead of heading into the more

residential areas of the city, Camille instead turned down the same

road the bus she had taken to Scarlett's had covered a few hours

before. She continued to follow that road, crossing the Logan

River Bridge and on into Leeburg. Only a few miles beyond the

small town stood the State University.

"You live in Leeburg?" Annie asked as she began to worry

that they might run into someone she knew.

"Yes, I much prefer it over the city," Camille said, "and it's

such an easy commute to work."

"I never asked, what kind of work do you do?" Annie said,

realizing just how little she knew about the woman next to her.

"Here we are," Camille said instead as she turned the car

into the driveway of a small, ranch style house. "Time to consider

Dante's Warning."

"Excuse me?" Annie asked, not understanding the reference.

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here," Camille explained.

"The words over the gates of hell from Dante's Divine Comedy.

Don't they teach things like that up at State?"

"I guess I haven't taken that course yet," Annie replied,

her voice reflecting some concern at Camille's choice of phrase.

"Don't look so worried, I was only making a joke," she said

when she saw the look on the younger woman's face. "We're going

to have fun, I promise you that you're going to enjoy it."

Annie put her happy face back on but for the first time, her

cautious side began to assert itself and she began to consider the

fact that things might indeed be happening too fast.

Leaving the car in the driveway, Camille directed Annie to

the stairs leading to the basement. When they reached the foot

of the stairs, she turned around to face the younger woman.

"I want you to keep in mind, whatever happens once we go

through this door is a game," she said. "The object of which is for

both of us to enjoy our fantasies. If at anytime, you want the

game to stop, all you have to do is say a code word. Once that's

said, the fantasy stops right then and there."

"Couldn't I just say stop?" Annie asked.

"No, because saying stop might just be part of the fantasy,"

Camille explained. "Now I want you to pick a word, one which

you're not likely to forget when you get excited and one which you

couldn't imagine saying accidentally."

Annie thought about it a few seconds, then said, "Peanut

Butter."

"Okay, peanut butter it is," Camille agreed as she unlocked

and opened the door, stepping aside to let Annie enter first.

-=-=-=-

Annie wasn't sure what to expect when she entered what

Camille has referred to as her basement playroom. Wild visions of

some sort of medieval dungeon flashed through her mind for a few

moments, complete with restraints and dank stone walls.

Strangely, the thought actually excited her.

What she found as Camille switched on the lights was

something of a disappointment then, the large room looked like just

about any other unfinished basement. The overhead rafters were

visible since there was no drop ceiling, the floor and walls being

not stone blocks but painted concrete. The center of the room had

a large wrought iron bed with a bare canopy in the center of it.

"I'm going to change clothes," Camille said in a strong,

demanding voice. "There's a small box on the bed with a set of

instructions. See that you follow them."

Then without another word, the older woman disappeared

through the door leading to the next room.

"Yes, Ma'am" Annie said, even though Camille was already

out of earshot.

Sitting down on the bed, she picked up the small cardboard

box, it was about the size a blouse might come in, and looked

inside. Curiously, she examined the few articles in the box, then

picked up the neatly typed list of instructions. As she read them,

Annie couldn't help but think this was far different than anything

she had imagined before, wondering also if she was going to be

saying peanut butter any time during the night.

This time, there was no long wait for Camille to return as

she reappeared in the doorway only ten minutes later. Gone was

the dress she had worn to the club, replaced now by a black

leather bustier with a laced up front and equally black cloth

panties.

Annie would've certainly have found the outfit interesting, if

she had been able to see it. At the moment, however, that was an

impossibility. Following the instructions that had been left for

her, the young college student was wearing a thick red blindfold

that had been in the box.

Her wrists now rested within two loose leather straps,

attached to the iron canopy above the bed, as she stood alongside

the edge of the bed . The straps had also been in the box, along

with instructions on how to attach them to the small hooks in the

metal.

Only Annie's desire to follow Camille's instructions held her

bound, if she wanted to, she could slip her hands free at any time.

Also in keeping with the directions that had been left with her, the

nineteen-year old was now also totally nude.

It was the last order that caused Annie the most pause.

Normally, even with a lover, she was somewhat modest about her

body and only totally undressed in a protective cloak of darkness.

Still, Camille had made it clear that her orders weren't open for

discussion or interpretation. It was all or nothing.

"Very nice," Camille said as she walked back into the room

and stepped over to the bed, stopping a foot in front of the now

bound girl, "very nice indeed."

Camille reached out and softly ran her hand across Annie's

breasts. She stroked the erect nipples for a few seconds before

running her hand down the length of the girl's body, caressing the

dark mound between her legs as well.

That simple touch was enough to send a torrent of

excitement through Annie. Deprived of her sight, her other senses

became more acute, trying to compensate. The sound of every

movement Camille made filled her ears as the rich aroma of her

body flooded her nostrils. She next felt Camille's hand at the

back of her neck as she pulled their mouths together and kissed

her once more.

A kiss that was intrusive as it was passionate, her tongue

pressing deep inside Annie's mouth as it explored every inch of it.

Her naked form pressed against Camille's garment, causing her to

wonder what it was, but her remaining unrestrained senses proved

inadequate to the task.

They continued to kiss as Camille ran her hand along the

length of Annie's outstretched arms. moving from them down

across her back to the cheeks of her ass. There, she tightly

gripped the soft flesh causing the girl to emit a small cry. One

that was muffled by the press of the older woman's mouth.

Finally withdrawing her tongue from the brunette's mouth,

Camille kissed first her neck, then the upper reaches of her chest,

and finally her breasts themselves. Her hands cupped each mouth,

playing with them, first softly, then with a more rough touch.

Annie's nipples found their way into Camille's mouth as her tongue

now covered the excited tips with a warm wetness. A gentle touch

that alternated with the sharp bite of her teeth as they closed

partially around them as well.

The pleasure/pain combination was strangely intoxicating to

Annie in a way she hadn't thought possible. Within the limits of

her restraints, she moved her body back and forth, adding to the

waves of delight that had began to resonate within her. The

biggest surprise was the level of moisture that she could feel

between her legs. Dampness far out of proportion to the scarcity

of physical contact in that area since they'd left the club.

"I ..." Annie started to say, but had her words cut off as

Camille placed a single outstretched finger against her lips.

"Unless you're going to say your safe word," she said as she

withdrew her hand, "I want you to remain quiet for the moment.

Just enjoy the experience and let what you're feeling take control

of your body."

Since she wasn't about to say "peanut butter", at least not

now, Annie did what she had been told and closed her mouth. What

she had wanted to say, could certainly wait for later.

Taking a step back, Camille undid the laces of her top and

opened it just enough to expose her own small, firm breasts.

Moving forward once more, she lifted her mound and guided her

dark nipple to Annie's lips.

It took a moment for the blindfolded girl to realize what it

was, but once she did, she took it into her mouth eagerly. Her lips

caressed the hardness as her tongue washed over it again and

again, elucidating a soft moan from Camille.

As much as Annie wished she could see the breast now in her

mouth, only being able to form a metal picture of it as she sucked

had a certain advantage as well. With no other distraction, it

occupied the whole of her being.

Camille shifted Annie's mouth to her other mound, allowing

her to explore that, as well as the small valley between the two.

An exploration that the taller girl approached with unbridled

enthusiasm. As many times as she had imagined another woman's

breasts, the reality exceeded the dream many times over.

"Oh yes," Camille moaned softly as she stroked the back of

Annie head, "so very nice. So very nice, indeed."

When she was satisfied that Annie had her fill, Camille

reached up and slid the younger girl's hands from their bonds.

Removing one of the straps as well, she looped it around both of

Annie's wrists, tying them behind her back. As before, the

restraints were loose enough that the girl could've freed herself

effortlessly if she wanted. The effect was purely physhological.

"Kneel," she said in a powerful, single word.

Without hesitation, Annie obeyed the order, dropping down

to the floor with such force that she actually hurt herself as her

knees hit the hard cement floor. Still she gave out no cry,

concentrating instead on hearing her Mistress's next command.

A command that wasn't hard to anticipate as stepping to

within an inch of Annie's face, the leather clad Mistress reached

down and pulled aside her black panties, exposing her womanhood

beneath it. Even before her fingers moved, Annie could smell the

other woman's nearness and began to tilt her head forward.

She didn't get very far before Camille again grabbed the

back of her head and, with a combination of pulling Annie toward

her and moving her own body forward, pressed the kneeling girl's

face against her pussy. The wetness and the strong scent of

Camille's womanhood blocked out everything else.

"Lick me!" she ordered, rubbing Annie's face back and forth

between her legs.

For the first time tonight, Annie felt that maybe she'd gone

too far. That maybe it was time for her safe word. Even as she

considered the idea, her tongue was reaching out and giving the

nineteen-year old her first taste of another woman.

"I said lick it, bitch!" Camille repeated, her voice reflecting

her sense of urgency.

As her tongue moved back and forth, and she felt herself

overwhelmed by Camille's essence, a sudden calm descended over

Annie. The momentary fear that had gripped her passed and she

felt like she was exactly where she should be. The eagerness with

which she had devoured Camille's breasts returned and she

approached her first cunnilingus with the same vigor.

"That's it, baby," Camille purred as she held Annie's face

between her legs, thrusting her body back and forth as she did.

"Take it all, lick that pussy!"

Annie was really beginning to get into it now, even wishing

she had her hands free to help her. Of course it would be a simple

thing to free them, but she didn't dare do it without permission.

It wouldn't be until much later that she would realize just how

much control of herself she had given up in the last few hours.

So it went for the next twenty minutes, until, through sheer

repetitiveness rather than any skill on Annie's part, she triggered

an orgasm that rocked Camille's body.

"Oh yes!" Camille cried as she trembled and her legs went

weak as waves of joy resounded throughout her body.

Yet through it all, she never relaxed the hold she had on

Annie. Not until the last of the ripples faded did she finally let

her free.

"Not bad," Camille said as she looked down at Annie, whose

face was covered with the after effects of her orgasm. "Not bad

at all," she repeated, understating the results of the neophyte

lover's efforts.

Camille took hold of Annie's bound arms and lifted her back

onto her feet, kissing her as their faces came together. She

smiled as she tasted the fruits of her own orgasm on the younger

woman's lips. As they continued to kiss, Camille reached down with

one hand and undid the laces that held the brunette's arms

together.

Annie was now free, but she made to attempt to remove the

blindfold from her eyes. To do so, she thought, would be to lessen

the intensity of the experience. She never imagined just how

exciting relying on her other senses could be.

Camille meanwhile guided back to the center of the bed,

positioning her on all fours. She left her there alone for a few

seconds as she climbed off the bed. Annie tried to imagine what

the auburn haired woman was doing, excitement at the thought of

what was next filling her.

The speculation didn't have time to go too far. Camille

climbed back on the bed and moved behind Annie, running her hand

across the cheeks of her ass and down between her legs. An even

broader smile filled Camille's face as her fingers reached the

student's now saturated pussy. Skillfully, she slipped them inside,

again quickly finding the most sensitive spots to caress.

"Ohhh yessss," Annie softly moaned, the memory of the

shorter woman's touch in the parking lot still fresh in her mind.

"You like this, don't you?" Camille asked rhetorically as she

increased the movement of her hand. "Well just you relax and

enjoy it, because it's only going to get better."

True to her word, it did indeed get better as Camille further

increased the tempo of her caress, sending soft waves of delight

up and down Annie's body. As one hand played within the body

stretched out before her, Camille used the other to stroke the

outside as well. Back and forth it moved, leaving a trail of

excitement from the cheeks of Annie's ass up to the nape of her

neck, then sliding across to her hanging breasts, the nipples of

which instantly reacted to its touch.

"More, more," Annie begged, a sense of wanting clearly

evident in her voice.

Camille responded by withdrawing both of her hands for a

long moment, an act that sent a shiver through Annie. Had she

done something to displease the woman she had promised to obey?

That worry faded a heartbeat later as she again felt

Camille's hands on her ass. This time they were spreading the

cheeks far apart, clearing a path to the prize between them.

Automatically, she moved her legs as well to give even greater

access.

Her pussy exploded as she felt the first soft press of the

older woman's tongue within it. Camille started at the outer walls,

working her way slowly in concentric circles. By the time the

darting appendage reached her clit, she was on fire.

Camille slid a finger deep inside Annie, adding its touch to

the movement of her tongue. It only took the college student a

minute to realize that this was what having your pussy licked was

supposed to feel like. Those men who had done it before, and had

actually boasted of their skill, had just been proven the basest of

liars.

As the ripples of ecstasy multiplied and spread within her,

Annie thought this was as close to heaven as a person could get.

There was no way, she told herself, that it could get any better.

Camille seemed to know more about her than she knew herself. It

was as if she could look right inside of her soul and see her most

secret wants and desires. If that was indeed the case, then there

was one more desire there to be discovered.

Annie teetered on the edge of the abyss, sure that the

wonderful woman between her legs only needed the smallest nudge

to send her over. To her surprise, that push didn't come. Instead,

Camille backed off once more and in a total surprise, pulled the

blindfold from Annie's eyes.

"The rest of this I wanted you to see," Camille said as her

willing captive blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light

once more.

When she could again see clearly, her eyes took in the

wicked beauty of the woman who had brought her so much pleasure

and opened her mind and body to delights she had previously barely

imagined. Lost in the depths of her dark eyes and the strength of

her smile, it took a long moment for her to look down and realize

what Camille had been doing while she had been waiting with

anticipation before.

"I hope you like my little toy," Camille said as she lifted the

black colored double dildo with both hands, bending it into a

u-shape to show how flexible it was.

Annie had never even seen a picture of such a thing, but she

had heard about them. This particular example was about a foot

long and even thicker than her boyfriend. The ends were shaped

like the head of a cock, making it clear as to its use.

"Lay down," Camille said, the tone of her voice again making

it clear that it was a command and not a request.

Annie hesitated for just a second. If there was a time for

her safe word, this was definitely it, she told herself. But "peanut

butter" didn't pass from her lips as she did as she was told,

spreading her legs as she stretched out on the bed.

Holding the rubber toy with both hands, Camille positioned

one end at the entrance of Annie's pussy. Forcefully, she pressed

the head past the outer walls, finding no resistance due to her

earlier efforts. Annie let out a loud gasp as the artificial manhood

filed her.

A gasp of both surprise and excitement. Surprise at how

much of it she had been able to take within her, and excitement at

what she knew was yet to come.

Camille moved the make-believe cock in and out of the

younger woman a few times, working it in even further. She then

moved her body even closer until the two of them were in a

scissors position, the other head of the dildo pressed against her

own sugar walls.

With a skill that made it evident that she had done this

before, Camille maneuvered her body until both the head and

length of the toy disappeared within her. Only the barest hint of

black was visible between the two women as their mounds rested

against each other.

Camille began to gyrate her body, producing a pleasing

oscillation that filled her and also used the connection between

them to travel into Annie as well. The younger woman watched her

for a few moments, then tried to copy her example. In no time at

all, she had it down pat.

They quickly developed a rhythm, making the most of each

repetition. Back and forth they rocked, their hands joining as they

took turns thrusting in and out of each other. The springs of the

old bed groaned loudly as they pushed and pulled, each movement

adding to the fires that had begun to rage deep within both of

them. Fires that built on the smaller blazes that still simmered

from earlier play.

Every nerve in their bodies seemed to be alive with lust as

they became one being, with only one desire. To reach that

pinnacle beyond which lay nirvana. It was a goal that was closer

than either of them realized.

Sweat covered both of their bodies and breaths had become

labored. Two hearts pulsed as one, at a rate that increased with

each passing beat. Words were impossible, but none were needed.

Only the goal mattered and without warning, it was upon both of

them.

Their bodies exploded from within, the difference in timing

too small to matter. It was like a thunderstorm had been released

in both of them, shattering all the walls of civilization and leaving

only the most animalistic of passions.

An eruption that was overwhelming as Annie felt herself

fading to black. It was the first time in her life she had actually

passed out from an orgasm.

-=-=-=-

Annie stretched out on her bed and opened her eyes. The

digital clock on the nightstand had just turned to eight forty-five.

She had been asleep for almost fourteen hours, having spent all of

Saturday night and the better part of yesterday with Camille,

and there wasn't a part of her body that didn't still hurt to some

extent. But it was a glorious hurt, the kind that makes you glad to

be alive. Glorious because it was a reminder of how much fun it

had been getting that way.

"Shit, are you still in bed?" a loud voice yelled from behind

Annie.

The brunette rolled over to see her roommate, Karen, fully

dressed and standing in the doorway of their shared dorm room.

The blond was an early riser and usually left before seven in order

to use the study hall before her first class of the day.

"Go away!" Annie yelled back, pulling her head under the

covers.

"It's a good thing I forgot one of my notebooks and came

back and get it," Karen said as she pulled the blanket off Annie's

head. "You do remember that we have a psychology class in fifteen

minutes?"

"Screw psychology," Annie said as she reached for the

blanket that was no longer there, "old man Jennings won't even

know if I'm there or not. Just take notes for me."

"Shit, that's right, you cut out early Friday and don't know,"

Karen said.

"Know what?" Annie asked, finally lifting her head up and

loosening the sheet she had wrapped around her.

Karen didn't answer right away, too taken by surprise as the

sheet dropped and she saw her roommate had been sleeping in the

nude. Something she had never seen her do in the eight months

they had shared a room.

"Doctor Jennings had a heart attack on Friday afternoon,"

Karen said finally.

"Fuck, is he dead?"

"No, but they say that he's gone for the rest of the year,"

Karen explained. "It was up on the bulletin board all weekend that

Professor Funicello was taking over all his classes."

"Who is Professor Funicello," Annie said, unable to place the

name among the faculty she had met at the freshman seminars last

term, "I never heard of him."

"Her," Karen corrected, "and from what my sister told me,

she's the original bitch from hell. Evidently she was on sabbatical

last semester. They say she picks some sorry ass who pisses her

off the first day of class and makes them her whipping boy, or girl

as the case may be, for the rest of the year. If we weren't

already so far into the year, I think half the class would be looking

to drop psych. I know I would."

"Well screw Professor Funicello then," Annie said, not really

caring about what her friend had said. "I'm staying in bed today."

"Do I have to remind you what your father said was going to

happen if you failed one more class?" Karen reminded her, playing

her hole card. "Blowing off her first day is not going to be a good

idea."

"Double fuck," Annie said as she finally threw off the last

of the sheets and got up.

All too clearly now she remembered how her father had gone

unreasonably ballistic when she failed a class last semester. He

laid down the law, saying that if it happened again he was going to

have her move back home and go to a local college where he could

make sure she applied herself.

"I have to get going," Karen said as she grabbed her missing

notebook, "and you better get your ass in gear if you know what's

good for you."

Try as she could, there was no way that Annie was going to

get washed, dressed, and across campus in fifteen minutes. As it

was, the clock on the wall read nine ten when she tried to quietly

sneak into class through the back door. The new instructor had

her back to the class and was saying something as she wrote a few

lines on the whiteboard with a marker.

She had just about made it to the seat next to Karen, when

she realized that the Professor had stopped speaking and the room

had just gone quiet. Hesitantly, she stopped and looked in the

direction of the front of the classroom.

"Fuck!" Annie said under her breath.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss...." the Professor paused as she

looked down to consult the picture coded student roster on the

desk. " ... Velez."

Annie opened her mouth to say something, but the words

just wouldn't come out.

"No excuses, Miss Velez," the woman in the front of the

room said. "You've wasted enough of the classes valuable time.

You can come by my office this afternoon and explain your lateness

to me around four-thirty. Now take your seat and we'll try not to

take up any more of the rest of these ladies and gentlemen's time."

Closing her mouth, Annie took her seat. All around her,

students let out a collective sign of relief. They had all heard the

story Karen had told Annie, and all were glad to know that it

hadn't been them.

"Damn, Annie," Karen whispered in the softest voice she

could find. "I warned you."

"It's okay, Karen," Annie said as she looked again to the

front of the class and Professor Camille Funicello.

She didn't think she was going to mind being the Professor's

whipping girl for the term, but somehow, she didn't think Karen

would understand that.

END