Kat had just arrived back home when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, and initially her instinct was just to ignore it. At the moment she wanted a nap more than anything. But at the last possible moment she impulsively changed her mind and picked up.
The voice on the other side was quiet and hesitant at first. “Kat?”
“Yeah, this is me. Who’s calling?”
“Um, it’s, um, me. Ms. Valentine. Maybe you should call me Sara.”
A big, wicked grin spread across Kat’s face and the tone of her voice instantly changed from vague annoyance to friendly greeting. “Well hi!” said Kat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I really need to talk to you,” said the English teacher.
Kat looked around quickly to be sure that no one was home, then grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table.
“What about?” asked Kat in as neutral a tone as she could manage.
“Well...about what we were talking about the other day. I can’t stop thinking about it. In fact I can’t think about anything else.”
With that Sara Valentine breathed a big sigh of relief. Getting it off her chest felt better...although she knew that she was headed down a dangerous path. All weekend she had been obsessed with the story Kat had written and what she’d said. It had opened some kind of gateway in her mind that she was unable to close. Friday night her boyfriend had tried to initiate sex and she’d turned him down, saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Saturday night he tried again and this time she did her best to accommodate him, but her heart just wasn’t in it; she just kept picturing Kat, her soft lips, her purplish blonde hair, her beautiful breasts. It made her wet but when her boyfriend tried to fuck her she felt a sudden wave of revulsion; she ended up giving him a blowjob and asking him to go home, saying she really wasn’t feeling good, she thought she might be coming down with something. When he was gone she got out Kat’s (and really also Kelly’s) story and slowly masturbated herself to a mind-blowing orgasm.
But that only made matters worse, and all day Sunday Sara felt in a frenzy. Nothing was going to be able to scratch this itch; she felt like she was going out of her mind. After resisting most of the afternoon she finally went into the school and accessed a database that gave her Kat’s cell number. Now she was sitting at her desk in the classroom, scarcely able to believe what she was doing.
Kat took a big swig of water, her mind suddenly racing, figuring out how she was going to play this. She had Ms. Valentine right where she wanted her, but her pussy was worn out from all she’d indulged in that weekend. That gave her the luxury of patience.
“Sure,” said Kat. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well, I’d really...” Sara paused a moment to gather her courage. “I’d really prefer to talk to you in person.”
Kat felt a surge of victory and an electric pulse in her nether regions. Her tone turned cold and commanding. “OK," she said, “here’s what I’d like you to do.”
* * *
At 8:00 that evening Sara Valentine found herself laying on her bed naked, a sleeping mask over her eyes as a blindfold, her heart pounding wildly. This was all so surreal...she was a dedicated teacher and a respected member of the community...what on Earth was she doing? She tried to rally herself to get up and call this thing off, but she couldn’t move. She was completely lost and helpless.
She heard the front door open downstairs and her heart accelerated even more, feeling like it was trying to jump out of her chest. She heard noises from the first floor, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Then she felt a presence...someone was in the room. Sara held her breath. The presence came closer...then soft lips were touching hers, parting them, a tongue darting inside.
Then she felt hands on hers, lifting them...moments later both wrists were tied to the bedposts above her head. The mouth kissed her again, more forcefully this time, then moved down to her neck. Sara surrendered. For better or worse, this was her destiny.
That delicious mouth, so soft and warm, explored her breasts and nipples, causing a desperate churning between Sara’s legs. The mouth moved down her, brushed through her pubic hair, planted a gentle kiss on her vulva...and then stopped. Sara groaned in frustration, and after that nothing happened for several minutes. Finally she spoke up.
“Um, Kat? Are you there? Is everything OK?”
Her answer was a breast being pushed into her mouth. The sensation was unfamiliar but agreeable. Sara opened her mouth wide and sucked in as much as she could, feeling an erect nipple tickle the back of her throat. The breast was pulled out and replaced with another.
Then there was movement above her and she felt knees pressed against her side. The smell that followed was familiar but novel...she had tasted her own pussy plenty of times, but never in so concentrated a fashion. She felt hair brush against her nose and took a deep breath, enveloped completely now by the scent of aroused female. Then a soft wetness pressed against her lips. Without thinking, Sara extended her tongue and took an experimental taste. It was strange, delicious, exciting and frightening at the same time.
The body above her settled its weight onto her, and Sara heard a soft moan as her tongue sank deep inside the moist opening. She didn’t have much expertise at this, but from the sounds she heard and the movements she felt, she was able to judge what was working. She licked all around and then found the clit; it kept getting away from her because it was so slippery, but eventually she was able to accomplish her goal. She felt the knees tighten around her as an orgasm vibrated through the soft flesh and a loud, satisfied yell echoed through the room.
Then it was quiet again and Sara felt the body climb off her. Again nothing happened for a few minutes, and again it was Sara who finally broke the silence. “Kat?”
Hands pulled off the blindfold, and in the dim light it was hard to see the face in front of her, but the red hair was unmistakable.
“Actually, Ms. Valentine, it’s me, Kelly. But Kat will be here soon.”