The Education of Alice, Pt. 2

Back in the guest house, Alice took off the robe and returned it to the hook where she’d found it. Only then did she realize that her panties — which were all she’d been wearing under the robe — were completely soaked. She slipped them off and out of curiosity took a little sniff, then did a double-take; she had never smelled her own arousal so strongly.

She draped the panties over a towel rack in the bathroom to dry, took a long, satisfying pee, and got into bed. But of course she couldn’t sleep — images of what she’d just seen ran through her head in an endless loop. She tossed and turned for half an hour before finally giving in to the urge to masturbate. After an orgasm she usually could go right to sleep, but not this time. She returned to tossing and turning, and ended up touching herself twice more before finally nodding off just before dawn.

 

* * *

 

It was late in the morning when she woke up, and despite — or maybe because of — all that had happened the night before, she felt marvelously rested and refreshed. Eva had told her to come up to the house for breakfast whenever she was ready, and though she felt a little weird after seeing what she’d seen, there was no point in stalling. Plus she was starving. But she did take a few minutes to shower, afraid she reeked of her own juices. Once she felt clean she stuffed the panties, now only a little damp, into her suitcase and got dressed. 

She found Eva in the living room, stretched out face down on the floor, wearing a halter top and skintight yoga pants. Alice stood watching, again, as Eva lifted up into downward dog position, her bulbous butt cheeks thrusting up into the air. And though again Alice felt guilty about spying, she had a hard time finding the voice to announce her presence.

Finally she managed to croak the word “Morning.” Eva looked back over her shoulder and favored Alice with a luminous smile. “Good morning, sunshine,” she said, leaping forward into a standing position and turning to face Alice in one fluid motion. “Hungry?”

“Famished,” Alice answered honestly. She followed Eva to the kitchen, where the older woman set about making an omelette to Alice’s specifications. Alice tried not to stare at her — tried not to picture her naked and bound, bent over the ottoman as the cane landed on her derriere; eyes bulging as she was fucked from behind; or on her knees with her head between Clio’s legs. But it was very difficult.

Alice had some business to attend to on campus, so Eva drove her and accompanied her on her rounds. It was a warm, gorgeous late summer day with just a hint of autumn in the air, and at times Alice felt like she was floating. A whole new world was opening up before her.

The sundress Eva had changed into was a little less revealing than her yoga clothes, but still Alice was acutely aware of eyes on them as they walked around. In truth, some of those eyes were for Alice herself — though dressed down in t-shirt and jeans, she was looking especially fresh-faced and lovely that day. But there was no doubt that Eva had the kind of body that drew stares — from both men and women — and some of them were not very subtle about it.

Eva herself seemed oblivious; she was used to it, Alice guessed. As they strolled, every so often Alice would get a flash of the previous night’s goings-on and completely forget what she was doing, Several times she had to ask Eva to repeat something she’d just said, and once she almost walked into a tree. 

The campus was beautiful, and every student they saw looked happy and friendly. Alice looked forward to getting to know them both better. 

 

* * *

 

That night Eva made red beans and rice, and again Alice ate herself into a stupor. She’d better start watching her intake, she decided, if she wanted to still fit into her clothes by the time school started.

Afterward they sat on the screened-in back porch sipping wine and chatting. Feeling more and more comfortable with Eva, Alice decided it was OK to start probing a little bit. 

“How long have you known Clio?”

“A few years now. She used to work for Jack, you know. They were pretty close. Jack used to say she was the daughter he never had.”

“Was she at the wedding?” Alice asked, furrowing her brow as she tried to remember.

“No, she was traveling, keeping the business going while Jack took time off.” Thinking back seemed to set off a chain of memories in Eva’s mind, and her eyes looked a little misty as she said, “I was so lost when Jack died. Thank God Clio was here to look after me.”

Alice grinned slyly to herself, having some idea of what that “looking after” entailed. At the same time she felt a pang of guilt. What would Eva say if she knew what Alice had done and seen?

“I really did love Jack, you know,” Eva continued. “Our relationship was... unusual. But I did care for him.”

The sun was all the way down now, the sky glowing a darkling pink. Feeling safe and free, Alice decided that there was no better time than now to come clean. She took a long swig of wine for courage and spoke up.

“I have to tell you something,” she said in a hesitating voice. “I hope you won’t be mad.”

Eva’s eyes flashed with curiosity. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well...” Alice trailed off, taking another gulp of wine. “Last night. I came into the house looking for bread. And I... heard some things. And I saw some things.” Blushing beet red, she turned away and hung her head.

Eva stood and walked to the window, bringing her wine glass to her mouth. “Well,” she said after a few seconds. “I guess I can’t blame you.”

Alice lifted her head, almost ready to cry with relief. “Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” Eva said, and their eyes met. Something in that look warmed both Alice’s heart and her nether regions. Feeling suddenly courageous, like anything was possible, she took a deep breath and gave voice to her deepest wish.

“Do you think...” Here she paused, hardly believing what she was about to say. The nerve of it. But she’d been waiting so long for something like this, and when was it going to happen if not now? “Do you think you could teach me?”

A complex expression came onto Eva’s face: surprise, bemusement, a sense of possibility, and just a hint of concern. After a few seconds, during which Alice died a thousand deaths of suspense, she answered matter-of-factly, “I’d have to ask Clio about anything like that.” She looked at her phone. “Speaking of which, I’m supposed to meet her for a drink with a client. Make yourself at home, we’ll be back in a few hours.”

In a minute she was gone. As Alice made her way back to the guest house, she stood for a while gazing up at the sky, wondering what the future held. 

* * * 

As she brushed her hair that night, Alice took a long look at her naked body in the mirror. She been ultra-skinny most of her life; only in the last couple years had she started to fill out. Her breasts were still not huge but they were nice rounded handfuls, high and tight, and it made her happy to behold them. Her long black hair stopped just short of the tops of her nipples.

Alice’s waist was narrow and her hips shapely. Overall her figure was not an exaggerated hourglass like Eva’s, but lithe and elegant, with pleasing undulations. Her pubes were sparse, wispy tendrils, nothing like Eva’s nest of red curls or Clio’s neatly trimmed triangle; but she liked the way they looked. On the whole, she decided, she was pretty satisfied with what she saw. 

As she crawled into bed Alice wondered where Eva and Clio were, what they were doing, and what might happen next. Had she offended Eva with her bold request? It was unlike her to be so forward — but she was changing, she could feel it.

She felt so keyed up she was sure she would be awake all night. Within a few minutes she was asleep.

* * *

She was awoken by the sound of the door to the guest house opening and footsteps coming toward her. The bedside lamp came on and before Alice could make out anything in front of her, she felt hands near her throat and something being fastened there.

When Alice’s eyes came into focus they were looking into the sparkling blue eyes of Clio, which betrayed no hint of emotion as she clipped a leash onto the collar around Alice’s neck.

Taken by surprise, Alice felt a little panicky for a moment. But whatever was happening here, there was no question she had asked for it. Why not see it through and find out where it led?

* * * 

Where it led, for the moment, was out the door and through the garden. As she followed Clio to the main house, Alice was acutely aware that she was being led on a leash, naked as a jaybird, by a woman she barely knew. She wondered what her family would think if they could see her now; they would think she had gone to the devil, no doubt.

There was a hint of a chill in the air, and by the time they got inside, Alice’s skin was goosepimply and her nipples taut and jutting. Clio guided her down a long hallway, a set of stairs, and another hallway, then finally into the library — where Eva was spread-eagled against a wall, arms above her head, hands tied to wall sconces on either side. She was completely, gloriously nude, breasts hanging heavily, fiery bush on proud display.

Clio tugged on the leash and Alice found herself staring into Eva’s eyes from a few feet away. The older woman’s gaze was neutral and though she was not gagged this time, there seemed to be nothing for her to say at the moment.

Taking hold of the collar, Clio pulled Alice’s head forward until her lips were pressed against Eva’s. Later, when she thought back to the events of that fateful night, this was the moment that would stand out in Alice’s mind maybe most of all: The sweet softness of Eva’s lips, the warmth of her, the hush in the room. At the same time Alice was vaguely aware of her breasts sitting atop Eva’s, her rock-hard nipples pressing into Eva’s tender flesh, and of Clio behind her, orchestrating and observing.

The kiss was gentle, passionate, wet, intoxicating; Alice lost herself in it, she had no idea for how long, but then Clio was pulling on her collar, and she found her head level with Eva’s chest. Extending her tongue, Alice licked the nipple closest to her, then opened her lips to suck it. It was delicious, salty and sweet; greedy for more, Alice gaped her mouth as far as it would go, but was still a long way from getting the whole breast into her mouth. After a bit she started to gag, so she eased off and moved to give the other side the same treatment.

Alice would happily have stayed there indefinitely, worshipping Eva’s magnificent globes, but she felt another tug on the leash and next thing she knew she was on her knees, just inches from the older woman’s crotch. Getting a whiff of something heavenly, Alice took a deep breath and was rewarded with a strong dose of Eva’s musk; it was familiar but also exotic, like something out of a dream.

Leaning forward, Alice nuzzled her nose into Eva’s soft red nest; it tickled a little and Alice almost started giggling, taken by a sudden giddy joy. After a few moments Eva pressed back against the wall, opening her legs to release an overpowering waft of womanly aroma. Her pussy was pink, glistening, slightly agape, and undoubtedly the most beautiful thing Alice had ever seen in her life.

Alice felt lightheaded, exhilarated, disoriented; for a long moment she was paralyzed, nostrils flared, unsure what to do next. But then, with Clio’s encouraging hand exerting gentle pressure on the back of her head, she extended her tongue and took a taste.

* * *

From that point on it was all a delirious blur; every fear and inhibition Alice had built up through the course of her life fell away in one heedless rush. She feasted on Eva’s slit for she knew not how long, plumbing the depths with her tongue, savoring the heady flavor of Eva’s nectar as the older woman quivered and moaned. 

Again, Alice would have been happy to stay where she was forever. But after awhile she felt hands on her hips, pulling her back, and gazed behind her to see Clio taking aim with a strap-on. This one was smaller than the one she’d worn the night before, for which Alice felt grateful. Even so, when she was penetrated Alice grunted like she’d been stabbed; it was both pleasurable and painful, and she gritted her teeth, willing herself to relax. 

It didn’t take her long to adjust. Soon she got into the swing of things, and though for the most part she was completely in the moment, with nary a thought in her head, just for a second she imagined that someone was watching from above as she was fucked from behind with her face buried in Eva’s pussy.

 * * *

Alice lost track of how many times she came, and she may have blacked out for a while; next thing she knew she was kneeling between Clio’s legs with Eva next to her. Again Clio was naked from the waist down, legs spread, smoking a cigarette. It was just like the scene of the night before, only this time Alice was part of it. Wrapping an arm around Alice’s shoulders, Eva grinned conspiratorially, and they went to work on Clio together.  

 

 

 

The Education of Alice, Pt. 1

Alice had just turned 18 when she arrived in New Orleans. She was both excited and nervous; this was a whole new world.

Hers had been a sheltered life and she was more than ready to start expanding her horizons. For years now she’d felt out of place in her hometown, which was conservative and religious, outwardly friendly but narrow-minded and a bit oppressive. And while her family had always loved her, she never felt they understood her.

Alice knew she was different. It had always been obvious that she was adopted: The rest of the family was blond and blue-eyed; she had dark hair and eyes. She was tall and willowy where they were short and plump. And while they were so pale as to be almost translucent, her skin was a unique shade combining gold, copper, and brown.

What’s more, she had been pretty sure for a long time that she liked girls instead of boys, and only grew more certain as time passed. From what she read and heard, she knew that this was no longer considered a big deal in most of the country. But in her town it would have been a scandal, and would have upset her parents, especially her father. So she kept it secret and concentrated on getting to college, where she could finally start being herself.

In the meantime she went out on a few dates with boys just for the sake of form, but they never got anywhere with her. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a sexual being. She masturbated frequently and had dabbled in watching lesbian porn, though she was careful not to get hooked on it. She was willing to wait for the real thing. 

Although her parents were suspicious of the big bad world outside their little bubble, Alice had convinced them to let her go to school anywhere she wanted, as long as she could pay for it. Her folks didn’t have much money and Alice was the youngest of seven kids, so she was pretty much on her own. Throughout high school she focused on her studies and on saving as much money as she could, working every job she could get — camp counseling, babysitting, housecleaning, yard work. 

As she began exploring colleges she slowly focused in on Tulane — New Orleans seemed like the exact opposite of where she was now. And in the end she was able to get enough of a scholarship that she could afford to go there. She and her mother went on a campus tour and though Alice could sense that her mother was not entirely comfortable with the place, in the end there was nothing she could really focus in on as a reason to be against it.

It helped that Alice had a relative there, though not a close one. This was Eva, the widow of Alice’s great-uncle Jack, her mother’s uncle. Jack had been the black sheep of the family, a businessman who traveled the world and accumulated a great deal of money, though it was somewhat unclear how. Everyone in Alice’s family had a story about Jack’s weird and wild ways, though his personal charm was such that they were always told affectionately.

Late in his life Jack had settled down in New Orleans and married Eva, who was considerably younger. Alice had attended the wedding and spending time with Eva — an absolutely stunning redhead with big green eyes and an absurdly curvaceous physique — had gone a long way towards quieting whatever remaining doubts Alice had about her orientation. By the time the wedding was over Alice had developed a powerful crush on Eva, who was smart and warm and funny in addition to being beautiful.

In the years since, Eva had often turned up in Alice’s nighttime reveries, despite her best efforts to the contrary. When Jack died her parents hadn’t wanted to pay for the kids to attend the funeral, so Alice was stuck at home. But later she saw a picture of Eva in a black veil, wearing a black dress that was tasteful and yet showed off lots of cleavage. Alice found herself masturbating repeatedly to that picture, feeling the kind of guilt that gives pleasure an extra little zing.

When they visited New Orleans, Alice’s mother had reached out to Eva — whom she viewed somewhat suspiciously, but not in a hostile way — but Eva was out of town at the time. They’d kept in touch, though, and when the time came, Eva had offered to host Alice for a while before school started. That way she’d be able to get acclimated to the city and ease into the school year.

Again Alice’s mother felt a slight unease about this idea, but in the end said OK. Her baby was going out into the world and would have to grow up sometime. After all, they’d raised her right, hadn’t they?

* * *

This was not Alice’s first time on an airplane, but it was her first time flying alone. After saying goodbye to her family, for a moment as she walked to the gate, she felt completely lost. The life she had known was over and an uncharted future stretched out before her.

But once she was actually on the plane, and felt the thrilling whoosh of takeoff, she get a powerful sense of freedom and exhilaration. She was finally going to start living her life the way she wanted to.

* * *

After landing, as she walked into the bustling New Orleans airport — a far cry from her hometown’s little one-gate outpost — Alice again felt apprehensive. For a minute she just stood and looked around, unsure where to go and what to do. But then she figured out how to get to baggage claim, and as she approached she saw a magnificent head of auburn-red hair, and her heart skipped a beat.

Eva was still looking the other way as Alice came up behind her, and Alice found her eyes inexorably drawn to the older woman’s rear end, which was gorgeously framed in a skintight magenta skirt. Then Eva turned and, recognizing Alice, lit up in a big smile. She seemed, somehow, even more beautiful than Alice remembered: Her big green eyes were bigger  and greener, her hair was a richer, more lustrous shade of copper, her pillowy lips looked plumper.

A glint of light caught Eva’s diamond necklace, and suddenly Alice was looking down into her low-cut blouse, which displayed even more cleavage than the dress in the funeral picture. Aware that she was staring, she forced herself to look back up. She caught a hint of a knowing twinkle in Eva’s eyes, which made her start to blush; then next thing she knew she was being wrapped in a warm embrace, with those bountiful breasts pressing softly up against her own. Alice felt a tingle between her legs and knew her nipples were stiffening; fortunately it had been cold on the plane and she was wearing a big sweater.

Alice would gladly have stayed in Eva’s arms indefinitely, feeling the older woman’s sweet softness and smelling her delicious scent. And the hug did go on longer than Alice expected — her family wasn’t much for hugging — but eventually Eva pulled away, leaving one hand on Alice’s shoulder. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, and sounded like she meant it.

“It’s good to see you too,” Alice answered honestly. Being in Eva’s presence had made her feel, suddenly, that nothing could go wrong and that only good times were ahead.

* * *

Eva had inherited a big house in the Garden District from Uncle Jack, and the sun was just creeping down toward the horizon as they traversed the long, winding driveway. As she followed Eva up the stairs to the front porch, Alice was hypnotized by the sway of the older woman’s hips and derriere. She imagined reaching out with both hands and taking firm hold of those luscious cheeks; then she got self-conscious and felt herself blushing again. But Eva was checking the mail, oblivious to what was going on behind her.

The outside of the house had been amazing but Alice had barely noticed it. Now, in the relatively dim indoors, she found herself looking around goggle-eyed. It was like a palace in there, with high ceilings, opulent furnishings, and a veritable art museum on the walls.

Alice followed Eva down a long hallway to the back of the house, where the kitchen was. Someone with short, dark hair was sitting at the kitchen table facing away from them; from the back Alice couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Then the head whirled around and Alice found herself looking into the palest, most piercing blue eyes she’d ever beheld. They seemed to look all the way inside you and see everything there was to see.

“This is Clio,” said Eva. Though her overall vibe was a little butch, Clio was definitely a woman, with perfect cheekbones and flawless alabaster skin. She was wearing a conservative business suit with pants, but under it all Alice got the sense of a slim but sensuous figure.

“Nice to meet you,” said Clio, holding out a hand. Alice took it; it was slim and delicate, but the grip was firm, even intimidating. For a moment Alice found herself speechless; something in that touch had sent an electric charge through her. 

“Excuse us for a second,” said Clio, pulling Eva aside. They conferred for a minute in hushed tones, after which Clio grabbed the laptop she’d been working on, and left the kitchen.

“Clio’s a bit of a workaholic,” said Eva by way of explanation. “But she’s good at what she does.”

Opening a door at the back of the kitchen, Eva ushered Alice outside and led her through the backyard — a huge, impeccably kept garden — to the guest house where she’d be staying. It was small but cozy, and Alice felt grateful to Eva for giving her such privacy.

Eva helped Alice move her luggage into the guest house, then sat her down in the kitchen and went to the refrigerator, where she pulled out some onions and a bottle of white wine. Popping the cork on the wine, Eva offered a glass to Alice, who hesitated. She didn’t drink much; she liked to be in control of herself. But if ever there was a time to cut loose, this was it. And of course it was difficult to say no to Eva.

Alice nodded, accepted the proferred glass, and took a small sip. It was delicious — a little tart, a little bubbly, a little sweet. She took another, slightly bigger, sip, and leaned back in her chair.

They talked and drank as Eva chopped onions, then garlic, then vegetables. Alice offered to help but Eva waved her off. “You traveled halfway across the country today. Just relax.”

Dinner was a fish stew in a spicy tomato sauce — not something Alice would have normally thought she’d like, but it was incredible. She had seconds and then thirds. Usually she would have been embarrassed to eat that way, but she was a little tipsy and the mood was festive; she got the feeling she wasn’t going to be judged here.

Clio joined them partway through the meal, and for awhile the mood turned more sober. Clio told a story about her work — which apparently had something to do with finance — that Alice didn’t quite follow, and Eva nodded sympathetically. 

As Eva served dessert Clio opened a bottle of red, pouring herself a tall glass and Eva a slightly smaller one. “Just a splash,” said Alice, wanting to keep her wits about her. Something about Clio put her a little on her guard, though as they sipped wine and ate cake Clio turned very congenial, asking Alice questions about herself and complimenting her on her courage for coming so far from home.

Alice found herself wondering what, exactly, the relationship between Eva and Clio was. They weren’t physically affectionate, but there definitely seemed to be an intimacy between them. Though she was titillated and curious, Alice decided not to pry; things would become clear soon enough.

Between the food, the wine, and a bit of jet lag, Alice started feeling drowsy soon after dinner. After a goodnight hug from Eva that left her all atingle — Clio had already left to send an email — she made her way to the guest house and barely managed to brush her teeth before falling into a deep sleep.

* * *

A few hours later Alice found herself awake again; her stomach was sensitive, and the rich food and wine had upset it. She knew from experience that the only thing that would settle it was bread, and there wasn’t any in the guest house; so, wrapping herself in the robe Eva had provided, she set out for the main house.

All the lights were out but nightlights provided enough illumination for her to find her way around. There was half a loaf of bread on the counter right where she remembered, and she gratefully tore off a hunk and began to chew.

Almost immediately her stomach began to feel better. She had just started to notice how absolutely quiet it was in the house when she heard a noise — a low moan — coming from some other room. Instinctively she took a couple of steps in that direction. A few seconds later she heard a muted “thwack” sound, followed by another moan. The voice was definitely female, throaty, and also a bit muted.

Drawn by an irresistible gravitational pull, Alice drifted toward the source of the sounds, which continued in a rhythmic pattern: thwack, moan, thwack, moan. 

Finally Alice found herself looking over a railing down into the spacious, bookshelf-lined room room that Eva had called the "library" in the brief tour she’d given Alice earlier, There were human figures down there, and Alice reflexively took a step back into the shadows, conscious of being somewhere she shouldn’t; but she was in the dark, whereas the library was lit — though dimly — by wall sconces.

In the faint light it took her a bit to figure out what she was seeing. Then her eyes began to adjust and the whole picture snapped into focus.

The moans were coming from Eva, who was on her knees, bent forward across an ottoman. She was naked, with her hands bound behind her back; her heavy breasts and flowing red hair hung down the side of the ottoman. Most of her face was hidden, but a red rubber ball protruded from her open mouth. Beside her stood Clio, wrapped from head to toe in black leather, holding a cane which now came down decisively on Eva’s rump.

Alice gasped, but fortunately any sound she made was drowned out by the report of the cane on Eva’s butt. This time Eva yelped instead of moaning; Alice saw her whole body tense, then relax.

Of course Alice knew that she was not supposed to be seeing this. She tried to tear herself away but she couldn’t. Instead she just stood there, utterly rapt, as the punishment continued.

After a few minutes Clio set the cane aside. Eva’s ass was glowing crimson, and her face was just glowing — despite what she had just gone through, she looked absolutely blissful. Alice wondered what was going on in her mind.

Clio’s hands reached down toward her crotch. There was a big bulge in her pants there; Alice had noted it subconsciously, but not really thought about it. Now Clio pulled the top of the pants forward then down, and a big blue strap-on popped out.

Alice knew what it was, but she’d never seen one in person before. She was impressed and a little frightened by its length and girth; her stomach tightened as she imagined what it was going to be used for. 

Going down on one knee, Clio popped the ball-gag out of Eva’s mouth and replaced it with the tip of the strap-on. As Clio brushed Eva’s hair back off her face, Alice saw her eyes for the first time. They were wide and bright, blazing with a look of awe, even reverence.

Clio began to push more of the dildo between Eva’s lips. Alice was amazed how much of it disappeared into her mouth before Clio reversed course and pulled most of the way out. Then with one thrust of her hips, Clio forcefully drove the strap-on home again.

Holding Eva’s head with both hands, Clio moved rhythmically in and out, in and out. Though occasionally Eva seemed on the point of gagging, she hardly made a sound — not that she had much choice with her mouth as full as it was.

Finally Clio pulled out, leaving a string of saliva hanging from Eva’s beestung lips. Clio stood up and for a long moment no one moved. Eva looked up doe-eyed, obviously eager for whatever was going to happen next, but unable to do anything about it. Clio stood there idly stroking the strap-on; she was looking vaguely in Alice’s direction, causing Alice to sink back a little more into the shadows. But her gaze was unfocused, her mind apparently elsewhere.

Again Alice remembered that she shouldn’t be there — she was spying, really, violating the privacy of her hostesses. But attempts to get her feet to take her away from there proved futile.

Now Clio walked around behind Eva and again sank to one knee. From her angle Alice couldn’t see the dildo push into Eva’s pussy. But she could see Eva’s eyes pop and she could hear the sounds coming from Eva’s mouth — loud, uninhibited moans modulating into howls. Clio gripped Eva’s hips and plunged into her all the way, drawing a piercing wail that echoed through the empty house.

Alice wondered what it felt like. She had had things inside her — vegetables, mostly, in experimental sessions when she was alone in the house — but never anything that big, and not with such force. Eva was trembling, grunting, pushing back against the penetration with all she could muster. And then an orgasm hit her, visibly; she went stiff and then limp. She panted like a dog as Clio ran one hand down her side and traced the curve of her hip. 

Then it started up again. This time when Eva came she let out a scream that Alice was sure she could have heard even out in the guest house. 

Clio gave Eva a minute to recover then resumed fucking her, now with slow, deliberate in-and-out motions. Alice saw one of Clio’s hands snake down between Eva’s legs; she couldn’t make out what it was doing there, but before long Eva was coming again, shuddering all over, a long, low animal noise issuing from her throat.

Finally Clio pulled out and stood back, the faux phallus dangling from her pelvis, gleaming now with Eva’s juices. Looking at Eva’s face Alice thought she had never seen a woman look so satisfied. Alice envied her and wondered if, someday, she might feel the way Eva felt now.

Clio untied Eva’s hands and she sat back on her heels, catching her breath. Then Clio took a step forward so the strap-on was right at Eva’s eye level; Eva obediently extended her tongue and began to lick her own secretions off the shaft.

“Nice and clean,” said Clio.

When the dildo had been laved to her satisfaction Clio unharnessed and set the apparatus aside. Walking over to a nearby overstuffed chair, Clio sat down, shook a cigarette out of the pack that was sitting there, and lit up. After taking a long puff and exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke, she carefully peeled her leather pants down and off, then sat back and slowly spread her legs.

Her pubic hair was a dark, neatly trimmed triangle; her pussy a bright, glistening pink. Alice found her mouth watering a little.

Eva began to knee-walk over to where Clio was, and in this position Alice got a good look at her bush for the first time. It was almost the same color as the hair on her head, maybe just a shade lighter. The curls down there grew thick and dense; Alice imagined nuzzling her nose into them and sighed.

Bending down at Clio’s feet, Eva kissed each one, then began moving up — ankles, calves, knees. She lavished attention on Clio’s inner thighs, and Clio opened her legs further to give better access, still puffing on her cigarette. Alice held her breath as Eva’s tongue finally arrived at the creamy center and slid between Clio’s pussy lips. 

Clio let out a little sigh but her face showed no expression; clearly she was used to being serviced this way and believed she deserved it. Only when she came did the hint of a smile cross her face; she sat all the way back in the chair, took a last drag on her cigarette, and stubbed it out in the nearby ashtray. 

Just then Clio tilted her head and seemed to look straight at Alice, whose heart began to pound, fearing she’d been caught. But Clio’s face showed no reaction and the moment passed.

Even so, Alice knew it was time to go. She tiptoed back into the hallway, through the kitchen, and back out into the night. 

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 102

 EPILOGUE

Carla hadn’t seen Annabel for almost a year and found herself nervous at the prospect. She had changed outfits three times and kept checking herself out in the mirror, feeling uncharacteristically insecure. 

Pull yourself together, she told herself. What had happened between them had been brief and fleeting, and it seemed like a very long time ago.

And then again, it felt like yesterday.

* * * 

After the costume party and their encounter with Asha, they had spent three idyllic days doing almost nothing. Only once in that time, when they decided to go out for dinner, had they even gotten dressed. The rest of the time was spent lounging, reading, sunbathing, watching movies, and fucking.

The vibe between them continued to evolve. On the one hand Annabel had submitted to Carla completely; at the same time she had started asserting herself in small ways. For instance, one afternoon Carla was laying in bed, having smoked a joint and taken a little nap. She was just staring at the ceiling, feeling languidly content, when Annabel came into the room.

Their eyes met for a moment, and the next thing Carla knew Annabel was climbing up onto the bed, straddling her head, and lowering a dripping-wet pussy onto her face. Carla went with it, and as she extended her tongue to its full length she felt sure she was reaching places inside Annabel that were new to her. The taste was rich and musky and tingly on the tip of her tongue.

After a couple minutes Annabel leaned down to nestle her head between Carla’s legs. This was the first time they had been in 69 position with Annabel on top; Carla found herself enjoying it thoroughly, and the orgasms both of them had in that session were special. 

Afterward Carla fell asleep again. When she woke up, the sun was low in the sky. Walking downstairs, she found Annabel in the kitchen, standing by the stove with a spatula in one hand, gloriously naked except for her collar. Framed in golden sunlight, she looked like a goddess, and Carla took a minute to just appreciate her. Then Annabel turned and smiled, and Carla felt a surge of emotion that she fought to stifle... because what good was it going to do her?

* * * 

Thinking back now on those days, Carla realized they had been some of the best of her life.  

* * *

On the fourth day they awoke to the news that Carla’s father was planning to return to L.A. and to stay there for the rest of the summer.

Panic ensued. 

They considered running away somewhere together. But both of them knew that wasn’t really a solution. They couldn’t live that way indefinitely; sooner or later they were going to have to face reality.

Carla could feel in the pit of her stomach that the fun was over. This was only confirmed when, just a few hours later, Annabel got the news that her mother was sick for real and her father desperately needed help.

For a short moment Carla thought about going with her, but she quickly realized that wouldn’t work. For one thing, what would she do in Minnesota while Annabel was with her family? And also, sooner or later her father would find out where she was, and that would be hard to explain. No, the message from the universe was clear. 

A few hours later they were on the way to the airport. They were both quiet on the drive; all of sudden there didn’t seem to be much to say. 

At the airport there was a long, tender hug followed by a kiss that might have gone on indefinitely, except Carla had double-parked and a loud honk reminded her that she was blocking someone in. She and Annabel shared a last look full of complicated shades of emotion, and that was that.

Carla fought tears all the way home, listening to loud music and pounding on the dashboard. What was the point of crying over what was, in the end, just another affair? Sure it had been been cut short suddenly, but they were going to get to this point eventually anyway.

Back at the house she quickly packed up the car and headed to San Francisco. After a week there she went to New York, then London, then Paris. She had a good time but it all felt a bit hollow somehow. It was almost a relief when mid-August arrived and it was time to head back to school for her senior year.

Every day she thought about texting Annabel, but somehow she just couldn’t do it. Before long the whole thing seemed like some nice dream she’d had.

This state of affairs continued into the school year, where Carla threw herself into her studies with a new passion. Despite her intelligence she had never been a great student, but now she decided she was going to do her absolute best. 

She still slept around a bit, but never with the same girl more than once, and it never meant much to her. Mostly she thought about her future, though she still wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with it.

Occasionally she got second-hand reports of what was happening back home. She was pleased to learn that Annabel had in fact hired a lawyer and was divorcing her father. Talking to her father’s lawyer, who she was friendly with, Carla learned that Annabel hadn’t asked for as much as she could have gotten. Her dad had been happy to accept the deal.

Only after graduation — which Carla’s father attended; they were getting along better now — did she decide it was time to contact Annabel. She was heading back to L.A. soon and found herself dying of curiosity about what Annabel’s life was like now. She would only have a few days there before heading off on a long trip to Australia and New Zealand.

The few texts they had exchanged to arrange a meeting had been completely businesslike, with no hint that they were anything other than acquaintances looking to catch up.

* * *

Annabel was living over the yoga studio in Santa Monica, and they’d arranged to meet at her apartment. There was no answer when Carla knocked, but then she heard footsteps behind her, and turned to see Annabel looking flushed, a little harried... and unspeakably beautiful.

She was just coming from a class, she explained as she let them into the apartment. She was studying to become a yoga instructor. And immediately Carla sensed a change in her; there was a confidence that hadn’t been there before. 

But there was also a nervous energy in her demeanor. She too had been anxious about this meeting — Carla had been the catalyst for the changes that had happened in her life in the last year, but what connected them now? She found herself chattering mindlessly about the weather as she took Carla to the kitchen and got them both kombuchas from the fridge.

Carla, for her part, was hardly hearing what Annabel was saying. Her former stepmother was somehow blonder, fitter, and tanner than before, and it was absolutely hypnotic to watch her move in her red halter top and sheer, ultratight yoga pants. As she stared into those blue eyes, trying her damnedest to focus on what Annabel was saying, Carla felt her motor revving in a way that it hadn’t since... well, since the last time they’d been together.

She had a strong impulse to jump Annabel’s bones then and there. And Annabel, being a natural submissive, probably would have gone along with it. But that would open up a whole can of worms, and where would it lead? Annabel had a new life now and Carla was just starting hers. So she gritted her teeth and willed herself to behave.

They decided to walk down the street for sushi, and Annabel excused herself to change. Knowing that she might be naked in the next room made Carla suddenly feel like it was 150 degrees in there; she walked to the other end of the apartment and stuck her head out an open window, gazing down at the street below. It was weirdly quiet down there; a dog barked somewhere in the distance.

A few minutes later Annabel appeared in a striped sundress that was less revealing than the yoga clothes, but flattered her curves in a way that made Carla ache. She could feel eyes on them as they walked down the street, and though she knew she looked good in her white blouse and black midi, it was obvious who was drawing the attention.

Over dinner they kept to innocuous topics, sipping white wine, both of them afraid to bring up anything that might make it awkward. The waitress was very flirty, especially with Annabel, and Carla found herself getting a little jealous. She wondered if Annabel was fucking anybody. Picturing Annabel with Dylan, she felt like steam was coming out of her ears.

Carla found it hard to meet Annabel’s eyes as they talked. Every time she gazed into those blue orbs, she felt like she was going to fall in and never get out. And she didn’t want to get caught.

Finally they left the restaurant and walked slowly and a little tipsily back toward the studio. At the door Annabel asked Carla up for coffee, and for a long beat she thought about it. But she knew she shouldn’t. If she didn’t walk away now, she might not be able to.

Shaking her head, Carla murmured “I’d better get going,” and gave Annabel a hug. Feeling those warm breasts against her, smelling Annabel’s familiar smell, Carla went weak in the knees for a moment. But she quickly steeled herself and pulled away, turning quickly to avoid looking Annabel in the eyes. “Bye,” she said in a husky voice, and Annabel answered in kind.

Carla’s first few strides were long and decisive. Each one after that was a little less so, until finally halfway down the block she came to a complete stop. She turned and saw Annabel waiting for her in the doorway. 

 

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Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.

 

In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wade in the ocean.

 

Nobody said much but it was clear they were sharing a Moment. Feeling happy and wild and uninhibited, Carla pulled off her top and let her breasts bob free. Neither Annabel nor Asha showed much of an outward reaction, though all four eyes were clearly focused on Carla’s glorious, moonlit orbs.

 

Deciding to just go for it, Carla peeled off her yoga pants and tossed them aside. Sly smiles were now playing on Annabel and Asha’s faces, and after a few seconds, they both began to shed clothes too. Asha’s sari was a little too nice to throw in the sand, so after carefully folding it she sat it atop the pile of clothes Carla had started.

 

Carla was not coy about drinking in the sight of Asha’s naked body, which was every bit as magnificent as she would have expected. Of course, she mused, it’s not like yoga clothes leave much to the imagination anyway; Asha’s general shape was already ingrained on her mind and libido. But it was nice to be able to add details like the dark, smallish nipples and the jet-black bush, sparse at the top and thickening as it plunged between her legs.

 

Glancing over at Annabel, Carla saw that she too was mesmerized by the apparition before them. And why shouldn’t she be?

 

Asha herself was looking up into the sky with an aura of total serenity. Carla took one last long look — telling herself that later she would lick every inch of that soft brown body now glowing copper in the moonlight — then forced herself to tear her gaze away, turned, and began to wade into deeper water.

 

* * *

 

Later, as they were walking back to the house, Carla hung back, watching Asha and Annabel’s rear ends sway as they walked side by side, giggling like schoolgirls. The skinny-dip had felt very innocent somehow, like they were three playful mermaids frolicking. Even now, though the sight of Asha’s body filled her heart with lust, Carla was in no hurry to start anything.

 

Inside they all got bottles of water and adjourned, still naked, to the living room, where Carla piled some wood into the fireplace. She was still a little wet from the swim, and a fire seemed like a good idea.

 

Once the flames were flickering, Carla sat down opposite Asha, who had pulled a blanket over herself — was it out of modesty, Carla wondered, or because she had been chilly? It was probably a good thing she had, though; Carla was suddenly feeling a bit revved up. The sight of Asha’s nude body just then might have caused her to lose control, and she wanted to do this right.

 

After finding the flask and pouring the contents, untouched till now, into three snifters, Carla started asking Asha questions about herself. She was shy at first but soon opened up, and talked quite a bit about her father, who had been suffering a serious illness for months now.  

 

At this point the conversation turned solemn, and Carla found herself wondering if her plans were going to be frustrated; how could she make a move now? And then she chastised herself for thinking that way — so selfish of her.

 

It had been quiet in the room as Carla had this inner dialogue, and it was Asha who broke the silence. 

 

“So just to be clear,” said Asha, “you want to make love to me.”

 

Carla almost spit out the brandy in her mouth; the vibe had been in the air, obviously, but she was momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. Was Asha teasing her, even rebuking her? But looking into the yoga teacher’s eyes, Carla realized that the question was a sincere one, and a warm  grin crept over her face as she answered.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Both of you,” Asha asked, looking from Carla to Annabel and back again.

 

Leaning forward, Carla caught Annabel’s eye and they both nodded in unison. “That’s right,” said Carla, as Annabel giggled a little nervously. It felt strange to think that, not long ago, she had been the innocent one. It seemed like years ago.

 

“Why?” 

 

It took Carla a moment to respond, the answer seemed so patently obvious. “Because you’re beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Delightful.”

 

“But the two of you are happy being together.”

 

Again, Carla was briefly stymied by the simple directness of Asha’s viewpoint. Finally she said, “Well, sure.”

 

“Then why do you need more?”

 

 Carla thought about this for a moment, and finally answered, “More is better.” She again looked over at Annabel and said, “I mean, isn’t it?”

 

Annabel shrugged. To be sure, there were times when Annabel felt that she alone ought to be enough for Carla, and wondered why her stepdaughter was always seeking out new conquests. On the other hand, it just seemed like part of who Carla was; she had never presented herself as being any other way.

 

Suddenly Annabel noticed that Asha was staring at her, waiting for her to answer, and she realized that having come this far, it would be incredibly disappointing not to go all the way. “We’ll make you feel good,” she said plainly and earnestly. “I promise.”

 

Asha smiled a warm but somewhat abashed smile. It was clear she was hesitant to say something but was going to do it anyway.

 

“I’ve never...” she began, then trailed off, looking unsure of herself.

 

“You’ve never been with a woman before?” Carla prompted, delighted that she would able to introduce Asha to the delights of lesbian love.

 

Asha shook her head. “With anyone.” 

 

Carla was stunned. Was it really possible that this magnificent creature, this full-grown woman who radiated confidence and serenity while oozing sex from every pore, was a virgin? It boggled the mind.

 

“Really?” Carla burst out incredulously, immediately cursing herself for doing so. “I mean, it’s fine. I mean it’s great. I just mean... wow.”

 

Taking a big swig of brandy, Carla looked over at Annabel, who was also clearly surprised but doing her best to look neutral. Images of what was about to happen began to flash through Carla’s head, and returning her gaze to Asha she said, “We’re going to take very good care of you.”

 

This time Asha’s smile was full and radiant. “Very well then,” she said, and pulled the blanket off.

 

Somehow Asha had become even more lovely in the last hour. For a long moment all Carla could do was stare, silently thanking the Goddess for all She had done in creating woman. She wondered if she was drooling visibly. Well, who could blame her if she was?

 

Standing, Carla nodded to Annabel, and the two of them approached the chair where Asha sat. They shared a three-way kiss that was long and lingering, soft and passionate. Then Carla began to kiss her way across Asha’s cheek to her left ear, while Annabel did the same on the other side.

 

Annabel continued to mirror Carla as they moved down Asha’s neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her breasts. Those little nipples were hard as rocks now, and she began to moan as Carla and Annabel nibbled on them. 

 

Carla had already been pretty wet and now could feel the liquid running down her thighs. But her own pleasure wasn’t important now; what mattered was making Asha feel good. She looked up at the Indian woman, who was wide-eyed now, her mouth open, panting a little. Carla gave her a wink and moved down to Asha’s midriff, where Annabel quickly joined her. They then made their way down Asha’s hips and thighs to her knees, which they kissed while gently nudging them apart.

 

Carla kissed the soft inside of Asha’s left knee; Annabel did the same to the right. Slowly, slowly they began to move up Asha’s inner thighs until they met in the middle. 

 

* * *

 

The first morning sunlight was seeping in through the windows by the time Asha gently but firmly pushed them away, having come so hard so many times that she was feeling a little faint. Carla found her brandy and had a hearty quaff, feeling very satisfied with her work. Then she kissed Annabel on one sticky cheek and whispered “Well done” into her ear.

 

When she had had some water and recovered a bit, Asha, being a conscientious person, wanted to reciprocate. Carla insisted that Annabel go first, and sat sipping her drink as Asha earnestly but clumsily went down on her stepmother. 

 

After a while Carla sat down her snifter and got on her knees beside Asha. Kissing silky lips redolent of Annabel’s pussy, Carla thought she had died and gone to heaven. For a moment she completely forgot about Annabel, who had been waiting patiently while Asha fumbled around with her genitals. Finally Carla broke the kiss and set about showing Asha how to make a woman come.

 

* * *

 

When it was her turn Carla discovered that Asha was a fast learner. Having waited so long, Carla orgasmed very quickly, which put a delighted grin on Asha’s face. Encouraged, she went back to work, determined to pay back as much as possible of the pleasure Carla had given her.

 

Catching Annabel’s eye, Carla gave her silent instructions. Asha didn’t really need any help, but it couldn’t hurt....

 

* * *

 

When it was all over Asha got dressed, saying she had to get home. Carla would have loved for her to stay but understood. The three of them hugged and kissed and Carla told Asha she was welcome anytime. “I mean it,” she said. “Any. Time.”

 

But when Asha was gone Carla got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this would be a one-time thing. Well, if so, it would be a unique and delicious memory. Shrugging her shoulders, Carla took Annabel by the hand and they made their way upstairs to bed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Three orgasms later, Carla looked over at Constance, who was now leaning back with Annabel’s head resting on her thigh. Gently stroking Annabel’s blond hair, Constance smiled over at Carla and raised an eyebrow as if to say, Now what?

 

Once again, Carla sensed that she and Constance were on the same wavelength. There was really only one proper way to finish off this party. Standing up, Carla grabbed two strap-ons and handed one to Constance. The older woman grinned, gently eased Annabel off of her, and began to harness up.

 

* * *

 

After a half-hour’s thirsty work, Carla stepped over the prone forms of Annabel and Caprice to go to the bathroom for water. Until a minute ago they had been making out while Carla fucked Caprice from behind and Constance did likewise to Annabel; now they just lay there looking sweaty and spent. In the corner Constance sat sipping wine and staring at her phone.

 

After hydrating Carla took a minute to find her own phone, only to discover that a message had come in about 15 minutes previously from Asha, asking if it was too late to come over. Carla almost dropped her phone in her haste to text “No!” Then she decided that sounded too curt, and typed “Absolutely not too late! Come on over,” adding a few smiley faces.

 

Upstairs Constance and Caprice were dressing to head out. That meant there wouldn’t be much of a party left when Asha arrived, but that suited Carla just fine.

 

* * *

 

Carla and Annabel put on yoga clothes and killed time while waiting for Asha — who lived way on the other side of town — by doing a few poses. Carla had mostly sobered up by this point; her high had settled into a pleasant, gentle buzz. She felt enormously energetic and alive, and more so with every asana they did. She was practically glowing when the doorbell rang.

 

* * *

 

Asha looked gorgeous as always, but also a little harried, a little worn around the edges. In Carla’s eyes, this air of vulnerability only made her all the more enchanting.

 

“Sorry I’m so late,” she said as she came in. “My dad’s been sick, and... well, it’s really hard to get away.”

 

“But you made it,” said Carla soothingly. “That’s what matters.” She wrapped Asha in a warm embrace, stretching it out as long as she possibly could without making the poor thing uncomfortable.

 

Asha was wearing a simple but elegant embroidered turquoise sari. “I didn’t have time to find a real costume,” she said apologetically.

 

Carla almost blurted out, “But you’re already always a goddess, anyway.” But she decided that would be laying it on a little thick — even if it was true. So instead all she said was, “You look beautiful.”

 

As they walked into the living room Asha looked around, noticing how quiet it was in the house. “I guess I missed the party.”

 

“You didn’t miss much,” Carla lied. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

 

Asha hesitated, saying “I don’t drink very often,” and then appeared to change her mind. “Actually,” she said, “to be honest, I would like that very much.”

 

They went into the kitchen and Carla poured Asha a big glass of Pinot, along with one for herself. Annabel was just finishing loading the dishwasher; all that remained now was to put away the leftovers and clean the pots and pans. After giving Asha a hug, Annabel asked, “Are you hungry?”

 

“As a matter of fact,” answered Asha, “I’m ravenous.”

 

Carla helped Asha fix a plate, explaining to her about the two different kinds of pasta sauce, loaded and unloaded. Asha took mostly the latter, then added a tiny dab of the former, her eyes glittering mischievously. Carla could tell that she was really in the mood to cut loose.

 

A good girl ready to be bad — what could be better than that? 

The three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted while Asha ate, then Carla refilled her wine glass and escorted her to the living room. Annabel said she was going to stay and finish the cleanup, and as they left she looked after them wistfully. She was a little jealous of the way Carla looked at Asha. Most of the time Annabel was not threatened by Carla’s outside interests, but this one felt a little different.

 

Then again, what was their relationship, really? It wasn’t going to be all that long until Carla went back to school, and Annabel was going to have to figure out how to navigate her own future. As she began to scrub the most stubbornly greasy pot, she counseled herself to be patient, to let things happen and see where they took her.