Chapter 2

“How so?” she squinted at her through her glasses, “and why?”

“Censorship,” she closed her eyes, “hold on, let me get into character.”

“I’m holding,” she leaned forward and pulled her eyes from her breasts as her eyes snapped open and a mischievous smile spread over her face.

“It ends the same way,” she explained, “but the start was a little different.”

Marie hesitated but who could resist those delicious eyes?

“Okay, hit me with me it.”

“Positive,” she slapped her leg.

A few moments later Lisa traced small circles up her back until she reached her head and teased her hair. Marie’s eyes widened slightly. Long dainty fingers grabbed her placket and slid downwards, she looked down in mild alarm.

“Would you like to learn to fly, little birdie or are you still afraid of the darkness?”

The finger reached her skirt and continued down over her thigh, she wriggled and winced.

“Ooh, you are a frightened little birdie,” Lisa cooed, “but you can stop this any time you want, just say no and I’ll stop, I’m handing my power to seduce over to you.”

She parted her legs and stroked her abdomen and this time Marie jerked, the younger woman continued stroking her hair and then removed her glasses. She blinked to clear her vision as the first signs of arousal began building. Lisa smiled and stroked her throat and although she shivered she kept her mouth closed, willing herself to move away but finding she was rooted to the spot. It was so familiar and yet so foreign.

She undid the collar and parted it. Marie’s nipples began to ache as Lisa stroked her throat, spider like fingers slipped behind the collar and traced back and forth across her neck. Lisa grabbed the placket and see sawed up and down. Marie closed her eyes and let it happen, not sure what to do next until she felt another button pop loose. Her eyelids fluttered open as Lisa slid down the placket and pulled some of the material out.

“And you’re wondering,” she moved back up to the next button, “can I allow this to go on?”

The next button slid through the buttonhole. The stroking moved down her throat following the opening V and setting her nerves tingling.

“After all, she’s a schoolgirl and I’m a headmistress, this could cost me my job,” she undid another button. Marie swallowed and forced herself back against the couch. Her fingers rested on the next button and she stared into her eyes.

“Will I? Or are you going to scream?”

Marie stared at it, unable to move, part of her wanted to cry out but the other part wanted her to keep going. The blouse was open to just above her cleavage, her nipples were aching to be sucked. In the space of a minute or so a woman she barely knew had accomplished the impossible, the whole scenario was both frightening and arousing. The finger slid down to the next button and she locked her gaze onto it, daring it to pop loose and expose her bra. It hit the V and tugged downwards, she shivered involuntarily, not wanting to disrupt the movement, she should be fighting this but the power in this woman’s touch was so arousing.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“And that’s where it ended,” Lisa released the button and stretched, “the American backers told us to cut it to a simple kiss if we wanted to get paid, the writer was nearly in tears.”

“He’s not the only one,” she stared at herself in the mirror, “I was almost hoping it would go further,” she smiled.

Lisa arched an eyebrow.

“Mildly,” she smirked, “but I wasn’t acting, although in my defence you didn’t exactly give me my lines.”

“There weren’t any,” she replied, “the poor schoolmistress is dumbstruck.”

Marie traced her finger over her hand, letting herself focus on its smallness. She leaned forward and put her glasses on the coffee table as Lisa traced circles on her back. She let her eyelids drift downwards as the circling moved all over her back sending delicious sensations through her body. How long since she’d been touched like this? Not even he had done this. She felt the tingling in the small of her back and Lisa’s fingernails slid up over her spine to her collar and through her hair. She rolled her head to one side and murmured her approval as her indecision wavered on the edge. Lisa slid her fingernails over her back.

She shivered involuntarily and exhaled.

“God, that is so good.”

“You have great muscle tone,” Lisa murmured a moment or so later and swivelled around further, a second hand slid around her side to her belly and in between the buttons. She felt slight wetness between her legs as Lisa tickled her belly and back, a part of her wanted this to continue and the other wanted to stop it. She unclasped her hands and put one on Lisa’s leg, the younger woman parted her legs and let it slide up a little further as she kept caressing her back. She reached the collar and grabbing it gently, pulled it back and stroked her throat with the other hand.

Marie turned to stare at her mesmerized by the actions, their lips met a second later in a tentative kiss that sent her pulse racing. She turned around to engage her more directly and instinctively reached for her neck as her mouth was forced apart. She almost pulled away but the softness of her lips was so erotic and soothing. A hand slid down her front to the next button and then released it and pressed hard against her breast. A thumb moved back and forth over her nipple and Marie moaned gently as she worked her mouth. Her breasts were aching to be touched and fondled. She broke free and exhaled a second later gathering her strength, enough to push away but instead she locked her fingers around the tie and pulled it firmly. Their lips met a moment later and she slid her tongue inside and felt pressure as Lisa pushed hard against her.

She felt the button popping loose and soft fingers stroking her front, she fell sideways against the arm of the couch and broke free again. Lisa’s face swam before her like some demon lover, a hand cupped her breast and Lisa leaned forward and kissed her throat.

Lisa let her hand fall to the next button but Marie grabbed her hand and held it there, and then she slid her hand down the sleeve of the shirt and raising her head, kissed her quickly. Lisa’s lips parted and tugged at her bottom lip. Marie tilted her head slightly and grabbing Lisa’s head between her hands, kissed her passionately. Lisa’s fingers were still locked on her button, she tugged outwards and slid her tongue in and out playfully. Marie tightened her grip on Lisa’s head and as the button started inching out of the buttonhole she broke free and kissed her tentatively. Dainty fingers traced up and down her front, over her bare skin and the bra. Her left breast fit perfectly in Lisa’s soft hand and she pushed it into her, allowing the nipple tease to continue.

Her breathing came in ragged moans as she shifted her hands to the tie and fumbled with the knot. Lisa parted her blouse and tickled her front with soft sweeping movements that sent her into a frenzy of kissing. The tie came loose and she pulled it free and slid her hands over her breasts, feeling their softness under her thumbs. Lisa moaned gently as she found her mouth again, a tongue slid inside and she pushed forward, willing herself to cross the line.

They parted, both breathing heavily. She studied her front as Lisa unbuttoned her white shirt and opened it to expose her bra, Lisa smiled crookedly.

“Oh my God, I’ve been a naughty little girl.”

Marie smiled and cupped her breasts. Lisa slowly unbuttoned the rest of Marie’s blouse. Lisa reached her waistband and then leaning down, found her mouth, Marie parted her mouth, allowing Lisa to work the blouse out of the waistband. Marie had her hands on her breasts as Lisa moved with a fluid grace and straddled her, pinning her to the couch in a move that temporarily broke the spell.

“Smooth,” she stroked her front, “been a long time since someone did that to me.”

The delicate exploration of her body was arousing her to the point of no return, Lisa kissed her front while she gently teased her thighs, unbuttoning the skirt and pulling it open to expose her moist panties. She was aching to be entered, and pushed herself up to a questing mouth, luxuriating in the first kisses and the tongue that slid between her lips. It seemed to drag on and on, somewhere between that first kiss and the eventual removal of her panties, Marie let herself go as Lisa removed her blouse and pushing her bra up, massaged her breasts. She pulled the bra over her head and flung it aside as Lisa moved further down to her genitals with soft sucking kisses. When a finger slid inside she groaned as Lisa began sliding in and out while lapping her lips at the same time, a tentative exploration of her glistening clitoris caused her to cry out. Lisa kept increasing pressure until she started twitching and then returning to her lips until it was time again to savour her juices yet again.

She felt it not long after, a spiralling feeling as she broke free and then she clutched Lisa’s head and held her tightly as she started peaking. The orgasm caused her to cry like a wounded animal and the delicious waves surged through her until she finally pushed her away, breathing heavily.

“Oh my God,” she panted, “you are an animal.”

Lisa kissed her gently and stroked her face.

“Now that wasn’t part of the script, I think we deviated a little.”

“Damn right,” she giggled, “where have you been all my life?”

“How romantic,” she perched herself on her elbows and regarded her naked body, “what you did was fucking unbelievable.”

“I told you I was good.”

Marie regarded Lisa for a moment, she had lost the shirt but still wore the skirt and bra, she sat up slowly. Their mouths met in a tender embrace as she manipulated her breasts, squeezing them gently. Lisa rose slightly and undid her shirt while Marie savaged her throat with soft moist kisses.

“If I do it wrong,” she unclipped her bra.

“Just do it,” she moaned, “do me anyway you want.”

Marie kissed and sucked her nipples, taking pleasure in her sighs of satisfaction and finding her courage, worked her way slowly downwards, bathing Lisa’s navel while she stroked her thighs, working her slowly to arousal. Lisa spread her legs wider and tugged the G string to one side.

Her pleasuring was a little more hesitant but Lisa was able to help, scissoring her lips while Marie slid her finger in and out but eventually she let Lisa take over while she worked on her breasts and belly. Lisa rose and fell rhythmically, pushing herself into her face. Eventually she was able to kiss her way down to her pussy and found to her surprise that it wasn’t as foreign as she thought. Lisa pushed her head down and let her tongue bathe the engorged lips. Even so Lisa had to lend a hand until finally Lisa threw herself back against the couch and flopped her arms out as the final orgasm sent her sailing into the abyss. She came to a few seconds later and blinked as Marie looked up in mild consternation.

“Are you all right?”

“My God,” she gasped, “that was something else!”

She rose and slid onto the couch and straddled her while Lisa stroked her naked body, “so, my hot lover woman, what are you doing tonight? Are we still doing dinner?”

“Yeah, but I can’t stay all night,” she grinned, “I have a fifteen year old son who needs me.”

“Agreed,” she slid her finger between her lips, “so, do I get to meet your son or are you going to keep me in the closet?”

“I think we can arrange that,” she parted her legs, “just let me prepare him first.”

“You are something else,” she slid her finger further inside, “so when are you going to measure me for a blouse?”

“Whenever you want,” she raised herself up, “just say the word.”

“Come here,” she eased her finger out and slipped her arms around her, “you’re one of those women I can take a long time getting to know,” she bit her shoulder.

A satisfied smile spread across Marie’s face as Lisa stroked her back.

And so life begins again.