Somewhere for us. I caught it; I was meant to. I smiled. “Yes,” I said, “I’d like that.”
“Come on, then.”
It was a tube journey into the West End. We went past a couple of pubs and even a club with neon lights and music thumping, and down a small alley off Oxford Street. There was a light above a door and Lizzie rang the bell. A women opened the door and we went in.
I had half expected what we found. It was dimly lit, with music playing quietly, tables and cubby holes arranged around a central dancefloor. There weren’t many people in, but it only took a glance to see they were all women. Thought so.
“I may have guessed wrong,” said Lizzie.
“No,” I said, “you guessed right.”
We sat, we had a couple of drinks, the place began to fill up and a band of very sexy women walked to the small stage in the corner, took up their instruments and began to play — oldies, for the most part: hits of the sixties and seventies. Some women got up to dance, until the floor was too full and too eye-catchingly sexy to ignore. Lizzie and I watched them, and I could see her eyes were as alight as mine. Then she reached over and touched my hand, just that split second longer than was necessary — and I noticed that too. “Come on”.
We danced. We threw ourselves around and enjoyed the moment, enjoyed the togetherness, enjoyed the fun of it. We weren’t teacher and student — though we were that too; we were Lizzie and Louise, friends, lesbians, lovers? enjoying a dance. We stopped for drinks and then danced some more. You know what dancing means. We were making love, we wanted each other, and we both knew it. We didn’t even need the inevitable slow number, though that came, and we held each other and pressed our tits together and said not a word. We didn’t need to.
We kissed. Tongues. It was only brief — I got nervous and broke it off quickly — but we’d done it. We both knew we would do it again.
We chose my place. It could have been hers; her parents were away until Sunday — but I felt more comfortable with my place, and it meant Lizzie could stay. We both knew that. On the tube, we held hands — cautiously at first, then in full view of everyone. But when we got close to my station we let them drop away. There would be time.
You know that thrill when you arrive at your place with the person you want? Yes. That.
I was on her the moment I shut the door. Her arms around me, my tongue in her mouth, pressing her up against the door. I was kissing her as if my life depended on it. Her cunt. I needed her cunt. My hand slid between her legs and I felt her body presing forward to take it. She was grinding her cunt against my hand.
“I want to fuck you”.
Her eyes lit up. She was daring me.
“Go on, then.”
I grabbed her by the hand and almost dragged her upstairs. I even briefly wondered if my bedroom was presentable, but there was no time for that. She pushed me on the bed and straddled me. I looked up at her. She was pulling her t-shirt over her head. I sat up and dived into her tits. Her big, gorgeous tits. I was moaning with pleasure as I sucked them, first one, then the other. She had her hand on my head, holding me firmly.
“Yes, suck them, you slut.”
I nodded my head vigorously. I pulled away for a moment to gasp, “I am a slut. A total slut. I love tits. I love cunt. I live for it. I’m such a slut.”
And I sucked her tits into my mouth one by one.
“Come on, then, slut. Eat my cunt.”
She pushed me back onto the bed and moved up my body so her knees were pinning my shoulders to the bed. I was helpless under her. I was in heaven.
“Eat it, you fucker!”
And she sat back on her calves and lifted her miniskirt so her knickers were only inches from my face. I could smell her cunt juice. I closed my eyes, stretched my head up, nuzzled her crotch and worshipped her cunt. I kissed all over her knickers, small kisses, then bigger ones, and then started licking. She moved her knickers aside. I savoured the smell for a moment and then buried my face in her cunt, lapping her juices, bathing my face in them, and licking. Licking her clit, licking deep into her cunt. I wanted to press my face so far into her cunt that I would never come out. I wanted to die for her cunt.
She was shuddering, gripping my head. I licked faster, faster. Her grip got tighter, like a vice. Then she gave a huge grunt and a moan.
“I’m cumming, you fucking cunt licker. I’m — cum — ming!” A shudder went through her whole body, then she collapsed off me onto the bed, breathing like a sprinter after a run.
A moment later, we were lying on the bed, looking at each other.
“God, Louise, I had no idea. I fancied you in class, fancied you rotten, but I had no idea you were like this. You are such a total slut, you know?”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. My teacher is a complete slut. This is amazing.”
“Then why, Lizzie, don’t you just take my dildo out of that troublesome handbag of mine and fuck your teacher’s brains out?”
“Because, Louise, I don’t suppose your dildo is anything like as good as mine.”
And she opened her bag. She had a strapon. I just stared.
“Get those fucking legs apart. I am going to fuck you into the middle of next week.”
“You had that with you tonight? Who were you going to use it on?”
She shrugged. “Whoever it was, I was going to imagine it was you.”
Good answer. And it was probably true. I lay back and opened my legs for her, while she climbed into her harness. It was long and black and she looked amazing. She came back to the bed and stood over me. Then, suddenly, I knew.
“Wait. One moment.”
I got up and went over to my wardrobe. I look out the schoolgirl tie.
“Here. Put this on.”
“Oho,” she said. “Into the schoolgirl Thing, are we? That’s worth knowing.”
She slipped her choker off and put the tie round her neck, letting it hang between her tits. Which were really far too big, surely?
“Not just that.”
I opened my drawer and took out my slave collar. I kept my back to her as I fastened it and then turned round to face her. I was expecting her to be surprised but she wasn’t.
“Ah. I thought so. Nice collar. And a ring for a chain, eh? That’s good. We can have some fun with that. Well, Miss, if you’re going to be a slave, you can fucking well start properly. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me. Do it!”
I felt a surge of excitement running through my body. I fell to the floor and crawled towards her. She was still wearing her boots. I didn’t wait to be told. I kissed them, one after the other. I licked them, all the way up. I could taste the leather on my tongue, but I didn’t care. I was her slave. It was what I wanted. It was all I wanted. I closed my eyes. This was too good to be true.
Lizzie had gone very quiet.
“Wow. This really is what you want, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“You want to be a slave?”
“I want to be your slave.”
“I really wasn’t expecting this, you know.”
“Lizzie, I am a slave. I’ve been discovering that recently. I’m a submissive. A slut. A whore. And I want to be yours, Lizzie. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me. You can fuck my cunt. You can fuck my arse. You can fuck my mouth. I want you to spank me, to slap me. Punish me. I’m not joking. This is who I am. This is what I am. I don’t want to be anything else.”