Chapter 14- Agony

Now we're all caught up, I'll tell you about the specific time we started properly experimenting with our sexual fantasies. You might remember that after I had fucked her with the strap-on she promised to do the same to me. She did, but I'm not going to talk about that now.

After the last chapter, you probably wouldn't be interested in how I climaxed with a seven-inch dildo stuffed in my pussy with my legs splayed open and her cute bum thrusting forward. It had torn into my body with enough force to make me see stars, and she had kept going like a mad woman. She groped at me, pulled my hair and kissed me with a passion I had no idea she possessed.

After getting me close to the edge, she had pulled out of me and licked at my engorged clitoris. Just the way I had done to her the previous night. The feeling of her soft lips and hot tongue on my most sensitive parts had sent me into a lustful daze; I orgasmed onto her beautiful face in what felt like an incredibly lucid dream. The realisation that it was not a dream came moments later when her body fell on top of mine and she kissed me.

But, I'm not going to tell you that story…

Instead, you might remember that both Kara and I had expressed certain interests in showing off, mainly because Kara had been so 'under the thumb' with her husband for most of their eight-year marriage. Even forbidding her from thinking about sex, yeah… he was, and still is, quite the bastard!

So, she had around six years' worth of sexual angst just bursting to come out and I wanted to help her. You might remember that in one chapter I talked about thinking of myself as a 'bad girl' including a time I'd worn a miniskirt and fishnets? Then I'd hidden it away, so I saw this as a chance to re-invent myself. So really, what I'm saying to you is that we both were ready to try new things.

Over the next couple of weeks, Kara and I spent as much time together as possible. I was working part-time at an office three days a week and Kara worked 8 to 5 every weekday. She started coming back to my flat after work because she wanted to be with me and the idea of going to her empty house was not appealing in the slightest.

We came to the natural conclusion that I should move into that house with her, so I started going there more often to see how it went, and it went very well. We made love a lot, but also enjoyed each other's company. So, less than a month after our first time together, we were living together!

It's a gorgeous house and obviously much bigger than my little flat, and after a week we were both comfortable. All my stuff was there now and the only change I insisted on was the removal of their marital mattress! I didn't want my head to touch any part of it that might've once had Steve's sweaty balls dragged over it! I'm sure you can understand why I insisted on that.

Altogether, it's about three weeks since the last chapter ended. Nothing about us had changed much, and I discovered that Kara could be quite submissive. She seemed to enjoy being told what to do, pretty ironic for a teacher, I know.

We had put all those fantasies, like dressing sexier and so on, on to back burner until we felt comfortable here. Kara still wore her dowdy long skirts and white shirts to school, nothing too flattering or alluring.

I was a little bolder when I went to work in the office. A knee-length black skirt and a silky white top were mandatory, I wore tights under the skirt though. No way am I wasting my legs on those old cunts at work, although they leered at me anyway.

The only good thing at work was the receptionist, Jenna, a cute twenty-something with brown eyes and black hair in a long ponytail with a seriously rocking body! She was only about five-foot-two and unlike me, she didn't mind going bare legged underneath her black skirt, and given how sexy she looked I didn't blame her!

I only have eyes for Kara, but I do appreciate a cute woman. I do prefer dresses though, and when I am at home, I like to have a nice bright knee or mid-thigh length dress on.

It was Friday night at about midnight and we were cuddled up on the sofa together, both with our short nighties on underneath a blanket. We had just finished watching a movie and were chatting about going to a large shopping centre that had just opened about twenty miles away. It would be a short journey on the train and gave us a chance to have our first proper girly outing together, as I mentioned earlier, things had been so hectic that it wasn't until now that we'd had a chance to catch our breaths and actually be a couple.

"Apparently it's huge," I said excitedly. "Tons of shops and restaurants, there's even a cinema there. Although why anyone would waste time watching a movie when there are dresses to be tried on… difficult to understand!" We both laughed and Kara kissed my hand.

"I love how much of a 'girly girl' you are," she smiled at me. "So will it be straight to the fashion section for us?"

"Perhaps," I mused. "To be honest I'm just looking forward to us actually being together out in the world."

"Aww that's so sweet," Kara cooed and kissed my hand again. "I just hope…"

"Hope what?" I asked, noticing her beautiful blue eyes had lowered.

"Uh, no it's nothing," she was still looking down.

"Now, Miss Kara, don't make me start poking you," I held a finger up and playfully jabbed her shoulder. "What's on your mind?"

"It's silly but… I hope people don't think I'm your mother!"

"Don't be silly," I shook my head. "Why would they think that?"

"Well, I'm a lot older than you for a start…" she said cautiously.

"You're thirty; you're only eleven years older than me…" I interrupted.

"Exactly," she interrupted my interruption. "It's a big gap, not everyone would approve, and… there might be some younger, fitter girls out there and…"