Higher Learning

Higher Learning

by Ann Douglas

(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Annie Velez strolled past the nondescript club for the third time in the last half hour. It had taken all of her courage for the nineteen-year old college student to even come this far. According to the information she had been able to get in the chat rooms online, Scarlett's Rose was probably the best Lesbian Club in the entire city, especially on a Saturday night. Not that she would have anything to be able to make a comparison against, since she hadn't been in anything like it in her life.

The dark haired girl had never so much as even kissed another girl, at least not a real kiss, but she had knew she was attracted to her own sex since high school days. Too many times she had caught herself checking out the other girls in the showers or locker rooms, or thinking about some of them in the same way that her friends usually talked about guys.

Anne wasn't a virgin or anything, having lost her virginity at seventeen to a boy in school. She even had a boyfriend now. They got along well enough, both socially and sexually. She gave him blowjobs which, while were not high on her list of favorite things, did make him happy. Occasionally, she would let him fuck her as well.

Still, as she got older, she found her thoughts turning to girls more and more. She'd recently logged onto a chat room discussing bisexuality and lesbianism using one of the school library's computers and learned about Scarlett's. Thus was born the idea of stopping by there and seeing what it was like.

There were, of course, groups on campus where you could go to discuss lesbianism. In fact, one of the student groups even held a monthly mixer for girls to get together. But as the daughter of a rather conservative father, Annie couldn't ever see herself attending anything on campus least someone see her and word getting back to her family. There were just too many students who had also attended the same high school. Scarlett's had the advantage of being all the way downtown, where few of her friends ever went. Also, her theory was that if, God forbid, she ran into someone she actually knew there, they'd be as embarrassed as she was.

"Come on, Annie," she told herself as she passed the club a fourth time. "It's not like they're going to be holding orgies on the dance floor. Besides you're in college now, isn't that supposed to be about taking risks and learning new things?"

Taking a deep breath, she made a hard right turn as she passed the door and walked in. Anna quickly reached the door where she showed her sister's borrowed identification card that attested to the fact that she was two years older than she actually was and was waved inside by a tall brunette who gave her a warm smile as she did. As she passed through the vestibule, the brown-eyed girl found herself asking the question, how do you know they don't have orgies on the dance floor?

To her relief, she quickly discovered that nothing of the sort was going on. Scarlett's looked just like it had been described to her, an upscale bar much like the ones she and her friends sometimes crashed on weekends. The only real difference seemed to be that the clientele were all women.

Women, who she became aware of as she headed for the bar, were checking her out. Annie had always been a little self conscious about her looks, even though anyone who knew her said she was being silly. At a hundred and thirty eight pounds, the five foot eight always described herself as being a little chubby but that was hardly the opinion of any of the guys who tried to date her. If she could read the minds of the women around her, those that took the time to look at her would have pretty much the same opinion. The blue dress she was wearing was both short enough to show off her long legs as well as snug enough to leave little of what it did cover to the imagination.

At the bar, she again showed her ID and ordered a beer. The bartender, a woman of course, barely glanced at it before placing a cold bottle and glass in front of her. Annie held out a bill to pay for the drink but the blond waved it off.

"First one's on the house, sugar," the woman who Annie guessed was in her late forties smiled. "and I doubt a cute thing like you will have to buy any of her own after that."

Annie thanked her with a smile, then after pouring most of the beer into her glass, turned to look out across the club. She was sure that the bartender had been looking down her blouse. A 34B, she sometimes thought herself too small in that area as well, but again, none of the boys seemed to complain.

Taking in the crowd around her, Annie saw women of all sizes and shapes. Every color of the rainbow was represented, a fact that seemed to compliment the multi-colored flag that hung on one wall. She herself was the daughter of a Spanish father and French mother, although physically she took more after her paternal side. There seemed to be a large cross section of ages as well.

There also didn't seemed to be any activity going on that she wouldn't have seen in a regular bar. Couples were dancing, sitting at tables drinking and talking, a few were taking a somewhat more personal interest in each other, but no more than any male-female couple might have. There was even a small grouping of people on the sidelines who seemed to be just drinking their beers and checking out the action on the dance floor.

"Buy you a drink?" a woman Annie hadn't even noticed take the empty stool next to her asked.

Annie was about to politely decline by saying she already had one but as she lifted the bottle to refill her glass, she discovered that she had already drained it. The thirtyish woman didn't wait for Annie to say no, signaling the bartender with her hand to give both her and the girl another one and put it on her tab.

The bartender, whose nametag Annie now noticed read Connie, put a new bottle and a fresh glass in front of her. On her face was a "see I told you" look.

"My name is Camille," she said as she refilled her own drink as well.

"I'm Annie."

"Pretty name for a very pretty girl," Camille said as she took a sip of her beer.

"Thank you," Annie replied, copying the older woman's action and taking a drink. If nothing else, it gave her time to think what to say.

"So what brings you here tonight?" the auburn haired woman asked.

"Oh I just heard about this place and thought I'd check it out?" Annie said, figuring that was a safe enough answer.

Aside from being about ten years older than her, Annie took note that Camille was about two inches shorter as well. She was a petite woman with a slim build and small breasts. Her complexion had a dark Mediterranean look, the result she would learn later of a mixed Spanish/Italian heritage. The older woman also had, Annie decided the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen. She was wearing a medium cut red dress that was only slightly longer than Annie's.

"I try to come here whenever I'm in town," Camille said. "It's a great place to unwind and meet interesting people."

Of course by people, Camille meant women, but Annie figured that out quick enough.

"Are you a student?" Camille asked.

"Why do you ask that?" Annie asked in turn.

"When you ordered your drink, you automatically showed your ID," Camille explained. "That usually indicates a student, or at least someone who just got over being one."

"Oh, well I'm in my senior year over at State," Annie said with conviction.

"Okay," Camille replied in a tone that said both that she didn't believe her, nor did she care.

Annie wasn't sure what to ask in turn so she just concentrated on finishing her drink.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Camille asked.

"No, not right now," Annie replied, trying to make it sound like this wasn't her first time doing something like this.

"Boyfriend?" Camille continued.

"Err ... yes," the younger girl answered, figuring that the closer she stayed to the truth the easier it would be to remember later.

"Some girls need a cock now and then, I guess," Camille said as if she was just making an observation. "I've never seen the need for one, or at least for what they come attached to."

Annie was still trying to figure out what that meant when Camille changed the subject yet again.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked, placing her hand over the one Annie had left resting on the edge of the bar.

Annie paused for a moment as she felt the soft touch of the older woman's hand as she gently stroked her fingers across the hand beneath her. That simple touch was one of the most erotic things that the college student had ever felt.

"Sure, why not," she finally said, thinking that this was what she had come here for after all.

"Wonderful," Camille beamed as she closed her hand around Annie's and led her out to the center of the dance floor.

-=-=-=-

"You are really a great dancer," Annie said as they stepped off the dance floor.

"You are too," Camille replied as, still holding the younger woman's hand, she led her back to the bar.

Annie had danced with other girls countless times, at parties, weddings and numerous other social functions. Still, this time had been different. Camille radiated both sexuality and power as she moved, taking total control of her partner.

Several times in the course of the three songs they had danced to, Camille's hands had found themselves in places where Annie would've slapped a man for touching. Instead, the college student found the taboo touch electrifying. Caught up in the moment, she brushed her own hand against the older woman's breast, feeling the stiffness of her nipple through her dress. An action that sent an even greater spark between her legs.

"Would you like another drink?" the auburn haired woman asked.

"Sure," Annie replied, disregarding the fact that two was usually her limit. She knew that beyond that she had a tendency to get silly.

Connie appeared a moment later, placing their drinks on the bar and exchanging a few quick words with Camille. The look on the bartender's face as she turned from the older woman and smiled at Annie made the college student wonder what the blond knew that she didn't.

"Probably everything," she answered herself as she picked up her glass and took a long drink.

"Are you having fun?" Camille asked.

"Yes, I am," Annie answered.

"So did you just come here tonight to dance, or are you looking for something more?" Camille went on, pausing to taste some of her own beer.

"I don't understand," Annie said.

"You said that you didn't have a girlfriend at the moment," she explained. "I was wondering if you were looking for someone new."

"Oh, well I guess I'm not actually looking ..." Annie started to answer.

"... but you always have your eyes open." Camille finished for her.

"Something like that, I guess," Annie said, taking refuge in her drink for the moment.

"Nothing wrong with that," Camille replied, finishing off her own drink. "A lot of women come here for different reasons. Some just to dance and socialize, others looking for Ms. Right, and some are just looking for someone to go home with for the night."

"Are you looking for someone to go home with?" Annie asked, surprised at her own boldness in actually asking that.

"Well, I wouldn't discount the possibility," she laughed. "Why, are you offering?"

"No, I mean I ...." the brunette stammered.

"Relax, Honey," Camille grinned, "I was only pulling your chain"

Annie let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Look, let's be honest here," Camille said, "I think if the truth be told, I'm willing to bet that this is the first time you've ever been in a place like this. In fact, I'd be willing to go even further and say not only have you never had a girlfriend before, but also that you've never even had any kind of intimacy with another woman at all. Am I wrong?"

Annie's silence told Camille that she was right on the mark.

"Oh I'm sure you have some curiosity about other women," the older woman continued, "and you might even have a fantasy or two. Enough to give you the nerve to come here and maybe explore those feelings a little. Have I missed anything?"

Annie wasn't sure what to say. Camille had read her like an open book. Her face practically turned red with embarrassment.

"I'm really not a senior," she admitted, "I just started at State."

"And you thought I'd be more impressed if I thought you were older?" Camille said.

"Yes,"

"Well, now that we've set the record straight, no pun intended," Camille laughed, "Do you think that I would've acted any differently toward you if you'd been honest in the first place?"

"I'm not sure," Annie said.

"Well I'll let you in on a little secret," Camille grinned. "There are women who get off on newbies, just like there are men who consider virgins something special. Me, I normally don't hang around newbies. The things I'm into are a little intense for most of them, and I don't particularly like the idea of being someone's gay experience."

"I'm sorry," Annie said.

The older woman ignored the apology and just went on speaking.

"But like they say, there's an exception to every rule," she said, her grin growing even wider. "I had you pegged as a newbie the minute I saw you. Still, there was something that I liked, otherwise I never would've come over and introduced myself."

A smile now filled Annie's face as well.

"So now isn't it better to just be honest," Camille finished.

"Yes, I guess it is," the younger girl admitted.

"Now, there's one more thing that I should tell you," Camille said, "seeing that we're now being totally honest. If you were to put a label on me, and I should say that I hate labels but sometimes they save a lot of time, the category that I would fall into would be called dominant. Do you have any idea what that means?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, among other things, it means that I like being in control and I usually take what I want," Camille said as she moved even closer to Annie.

Even though the older woman was actually smaller than her, Annie felt herself totally intimidated by her nearness. Part of her wanted to run and get out of the bar, admitting that it might've been a mistake coming here in the first place. Yet another part, the one that seemed to be in control at the moment, found the situation both exciting and compelling.

"And right now," the auburn haired woman said as she moved her face to within inches of Annie's, "what I want is you."

The lips that pressed against Annie's were soft, yet firm at the same time. Their wetness carried the taste of the cherry flavored lipstick Camille wore and when the taller girl felt a slight pressure against her mouth, she opened it and pressed out with her own tongue to meet it.

She felt light-headed, in a way she hadn't felt since the first time she had kissed a boy for real back in junior high. That comparison quickly faded, however, because there was nothing innocent about this kiss. The press of Camille's body against her own was totally sexual, her hands again reaching for intimate spots, and this time they remained there until the kiss was done.

"If you want to come home with me," Camille said as their lips parted, "you're going to have to be willing to totally surrender yourself. To obey my every command. If you can handle that, then I promise you an experience unlike anything you've ever had before. If not, well, we'll just say we had a nice chat and you can see if you can find someone a little safer to explore your fantasies with."

The smart move, Annie's inner voice told her, was to say thanks but no thanks. To take things slow and explore her sexual fantasies a little at a time. After all she had just come here to see what it was like, and after all, she'd had twice her normal limit of drinks and couldn't trust her judgment. Yes, no was the right answer to give.

"Yes, I want to go home with you," Annie said, startling herself, but evidently not Camille with her answer.

"There's a black mustang convertible in the left side of the parking lot out in back," Camille said, exhibiting no surprise that the younger woman had said yes, "I have to take care of a few things before I leave, I want you to go out to it and wait for me."

"Yes, Ma'am," Annie said, thinking that was the proper response.

-=-=-=-

When Camille had told Annie to wait for her by the car, she thought the older woman would be five, or ten minutes at the most. Thirty-five minutes later, the young brunette was still standing there in the cold. The temperature was just low enough to be uncomfortable and having dressed with style more in mind than comfort, the nineteen-year old wasn't really prepared for it.

Several times she wondered if she should go back into the bar and see what was keeping Camille, and just as many times she wondered if maybe it was all some sort of joke to see just how long she would wait. Yet, even as she tried to keep warm, the idea of disobeying her instructions or just leaving never occurred to her.

A fact, upon later reflection, she found strange because she never really thought of herself as the kind of person to take orders. Somehow, Camille had been able to look inside of her and see a part of her personality that she herself didn't seem to know existed.

Various women passed her on their way in and out of the club. A few actually pointed in her direction and made comments to each other. And still, Annie remained.

Finally, forty minutes after she had been told to wait by the car, Camille emerged from the club. She was talking with another woman about her age and stopped just out of earshot to finish her conversation. Annie watched as the two of them kissed good-bye, and only then did the older woman come up to her.

"I'm glad to see that you're still here," she said as she walked up to the cold girl. "I'm impressed."

Those simple words made the discomfort of the last three quarters of an hour seem almost worthwhile to Annie.

"I bet you think I kept you waiting out here in the cold so long just to see if you would actually pay attention when I told you to do something," Camille said, " and that would be partially true. But there was a more important reason that I did it, at least to me. By my count, you had at least four beers inside, not counting any liquid courage you might have used to get up the nerve to come here in the first place. That alone is enough for me to question your judgment in saying that you knew what you were getting into. So I figured a little time out here would give you a chance to burn some of that out of your system and think about if this was still really something that you wanted to do. There are at least a dozen desirable women in the bar right now who would walk naked out here if I told them I wanted to take them home, so I don't need to take advantage of a drunk newbie with runaway hormones."

That made sense, Annie thought, no longer feeling pretty stupid for having stood out here for so long.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time, do you still want to come home with me?" Camille asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," Annie said, "I want to go home with you and serve you in any way that I can."

Camille smiled, pleased with her answer.

"Are you wearing panties?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am," Annie answered, thinking it an unusual question.

"Take them off and hand them to me," Camille said.

Thinking this was another test, Annie didn't hesitate as she pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties, slipping them off and handing them to Camille. That there were still a few people in the parking lot that could see what she was doing didn't stop her at all.

Camille took the panties and lifted them to her face, taking a moment to smell them. Then she dropped them on the ground and told Annie to lift her dress again. This time as she did so, a few of the women close enough to see stopped to watch.

Camille reached between Annie's legs and ran her hand across her small brown bush, sliding one finger inside the student, gauging her wetness. Evidently it met her satisfaction and she smiled as she withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth as she licked it clean.

"Okay, you can put it down," Camille said in reference to Annie's dress as she handed her new toy the keys to the car and told her to unlock the door for her.

Annie did so, unlocking the driver's side and then, after Camille got in, closed that door and went around to the passenger side where she let herself in. Her panties were still sitting out on the dirt but she made no attempt to recover them. She was sure she wouldn't need them at all tonight.

-=-=-=-

To Annie's surprise, instead of heading into the more residential areas of the city, Camille instead turned down the same road the bus she had taken to Scarlett's had covered a few hours before. She continued to follow that road, crossing the Logan River Bridge and on into Leeburg. Only a few miles beyond the small town stood the State University.

"You live in Leeburg?" Annie asked as she began to worry that they might run into someone she knew.

"Yes, I much prefer it over the city," Camille said, "and it's such an easy commute to work."

"I never asked, what kind of work do you do?" Annie said, realizing just how little she knew about the woman next to her.

"Here we are," Camille said instead as she turned the car into the driveway of a small, ranch style house. "Time to consider Dante's Warning."

"Excuse me?" Annie asked, not understanding the reference.

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here," Camille explained. "The words over the gates of hell from Dante's Divine Comedy. Don't they teach things like that up at State?"

"I guess I haven't taken that course yet," Annie replied, her voice reflecting some concern at Camille's choice of phrase.

"Don't look so worried, I was only making a joke," she said when she saw the look on the younger woman's face. "We're going to have fun, I promise you that you're going to enjoy it."

Annie put her happy face back on but for the first time, her cautious side began to assert itself and she began to consider the fact that things might indeed be happening too fast.

Leaving the car in the driveway, Camille directed Annie to the stairs leading to the basement. When they reached the foot of the stairs, she turned around to face the younger woman.

"I want you to keep in mind, whatever happens once we go through this door is a game," she said. "The object of which is for both of us to enjoy our fantasies. If at anytime, you want the game to stop, all you have to do is say a code word. Once that's said, the fantasy stops right then and there."

"Couldn't I just say stop?" Annie asked.

"No, because saying stop might just be part of the fantasy," Camille explained. "Now I want you to pick a word, one which you're not likely to forget when you get excited and one which you couldn't imagine saying accidentally."

Annie thought about it a few seconds, then said, "Peanut Butter."

"Okay, peanut butter it is," Camille agreed as she unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let Annie enter first.

-=-=-=-

Annie wasn't sure what to expect when she entered what Camille has referred to as her basement playroom. Wild visions of some sort of medieval dungeon flashed through her mind for a few moments, complete with restraints and dank stone walls. Strangely, the thought actually excited her.

What she found as Camille switched on the lights was something of a disappointment then, the large room looked like just about any other unfinished basement. The overhead rafters were visible since there was no drop ceiling, the floor and walls being not stone blocks but painted concrete. The center of the room had a large wrought iron bed with a bare canopy in the center of it.

"I'm going to change clothes," Camille said in a strong, demanding voice. "There's a small box on the bed with a set of instructions. See that you follow them."

Then without another word, the older woman disappeared through the door leading to the next room.

"Yes, Ma'am" Annie said, even though Camille was already out of earshot.

Sitting down on the bed, she picked up the small cardboard box, it was about the size a blouse might come in, and looked inside. Curiously, she examined the few articles in the box, then picked up the neatly typed list of instructions. As she read them, Annie couldn't help but think this was far different than anything she had imagined before, wondering also if she was going to be saying peanut butter any time during the night.

This time, there was no long wait for Camille to return as she reappeared in the doorway only ten minutes later. Gone was the dress she had worn to the club, replaced now by a black leather bustier with a laced up front and equally black cloth panties.

Annie would've certainly have found the outfit interesting, if she had been able to see it. At the moment, however, that was an impossibility. Following the instructions that had been left for her, the young college student was wearing a thick red blindfold that had been in the box.

Her wrists now rested within two loose leather straps, attached to the iron canopy above the bed, as she stood alongside the edge of the bed . The straps had also been in the box, along with instructions on how to attach them to the small hooks in the metal.

Only Annie's desire to follow Camille's instructions held her bound, if she wanted to, she could slip her hands free at any time. Also in keeping with the directions that had been left with her, the nineteen-year old was now also totally nude.

It was the last order that caused Annie the most pause. Normally, even with a lover, she was somewhat modest about her body and only totally undressed in a protective cloak of darkness. Still, Camille had made it clear that her orders weren't open for discussion or interpretation. It was all or nothing.

"Very nice," Camille said as she walked back into the room and stepped over to the bed, stopping a foot in front of the now bound girl, "very nice indeed."

Camille reached out and softly ran her hand across Annie's breasts. She stroked the erect nipples for a few seconds before running her hand down the length of the girl's body, caressing the dark mound between her legs as well.

That simple touch was enough to send a torrent of excitement through Annie. Deprived of her sight, her other senses became more acute, trying to compensate. The sound of every movement Camille made filled her ears as the rich aroma of her body flooded her nostrils. She next felt Camille's hand at the back of her neck as she pulled their mouths together and kissed her once more.

A kiss that was intrusive as it was passionate, her tongue pressing deep inside Annie's mouth as it explored every inch of it. Her naked form pressed against Camille's garment, causing her to wonder what it was, but her remaining unrestrained senses proved inadequate to the task.

They continued to kiss as Camille ran her hand along the length of Annie's outstretched arms. moving from them down across her back to the cheeks of her ass. There, she tightly gripped the soft flesh causing the girl to emit a small cry. One that was muffled by the press of the older woman's mouth.

Finally withdrawing her tongue from the brunette's mouth, Camille kissed first her neck, then the upper reaches of her chest, and finally her breasts themselves. Her hands cupped each mouth, playing with them, first softly, then with a more rough touch. Annie's nipples found their way into Camille's mouth as her tongue now covered the excited tips with a warm wetness. A gentle touch that alternated with the sharp bite of her teeth as they closed partially around them as well.

The pleasure/pain combination was strangely intoxicating to Annie in a way she hadn't thought possible. Within the limits of her restraints, she moved her body back and forth, adding to the waves of delight that had began to resonate within her. The biggest surprise was the level of moisture that she could feel between her legs. Dampness far out of proportion to the scarcity of physical contact in that area since they'd left the club.

"I ..." Annie started to say, but had her words cut off as Camille placed a single outstretched finger against her lips.

"Unless you're going to say your safe word," she said as she withdrew her hand, "I want you to remain quiet for the moment. Just enjoy the experience and let what you're feeling take control of your body."

Since she wasn't about to say "peanut butter", at least not now, Annie did what she had been told and closed her mouth. What she had wanted to say, could certainly wait for later.

Taking a step back, Camille undid the laces of her top and opened it just enough to expose her own small, firm breasts. Moving forward once more, she lifted her mound and guided her dark nipple to Annie's lips.

It took a moment for the blindfolded girl to realize what it was, but once she did, she took it into her mouth eagerly. Her lips caressed the hardness as her tongue washed over it again and again, elucidating a soft moan from Camille.

As much as Annie wished she could see the breast now in her mouth, only being able to form a metal picture of it as she sucked had a certain advantage as well. With no other distraction, it occupied the whole of her being.

Camille shifted Annie's mouth to her other mound, allowing her to explore that, as well as the small valley between the two. An exploration that the taller girl approached with unbridled enthusiasm. As many times as she had imagined another woman's breasts, the reality exceeded the dream many times over.

"Oh yes," Camille moaned softly as she stroked the back of Annie head, "so very nice. So very nice, indeed."

When she was satisfied that Annie had her fill, Camille reached up and slid the younger girl's hands from their bonds. Removing one of the straps as well, she looped it around both of Annie's wrists, tying them behind her back. As before, the restraints were loose enough that the girl could've freed herself effortlessly if she wanted. The effect was purely physhological.

"Kneel," she said in a powerful, single word.

Without hesitation, Annie obeyed the order, dropping down to the floor with such force that she actually hurt herself as her knees hit the hard cement floor. Still she gave out no cry, concentrating instead on hearing her Mistress's next command.

A command that wasn't hard to anticipate as stepping to within an inch of Annie's face, the leather clad Mistress reached down and pulled aside her black panties, exposing her womanhood beneath it. Even before her fingers moved, Annie could smell the other woman's nearness and began to tilt her head forward.

She didn't get very far before Camille again grabbed the back of her head and, with a combination of pulling Annie toward her and moving her own body forward, pressed the kneeling girl's face against her pussy. The wetness and the strong scent of Camille's womanhood blocked out everything else.

"Lick me!" she ordered, rubbing Annie's face back and forth between her legs.

For the first time tonight, Annie felt that maybe she'd gone too far. That maybe it was time for her safe word. Even as she considered the idea, her tongue was reaching out and giving the nineteen-year old her first taste of another woman.

"I said lick it, bitch!" Camille repeated, her voice reflecting her sense of urgency.

As her tongue moved back and forth, and she felt herself overwhelmed by Camille's essence, a sudden calm descended over Annie. The momentary fear that had gripped her passed and she felt like she was exactly where she should be. The eagerness with which she had devoured Camille's breasts returned and she approached her first cunnilingus with the same vigor.

"That's it, baby," Camille purred as she held Annie's face between her legs, thrusting her body back and forth as she did. "Take it all, lick that pussy!"

Annie was really beginning to get into it now, even wishing she had her hands free to help her. Of course it would be a simple thing to free them, but she didn't dare do it without permission. It wouldn't be until much later that she would realize just how much control of herself she had given up in the last few hours.

So it went for the next twenty minutes, until, through sheer repetitiveness rather than any skill on Annie's part, she triggered an orgasm that rocked Camille's body.

"Oh yes!" Camille cried as she trembled and her legs went weak as waves of joy resounded throughout her body.

Yet through it all, she never relaxed the hold she had on Annie. Not until the last of the ripples faded did she finally let her free.

"Not bad," Camille said as she looked down at Annie, whose face was covered with the after effects of her orgasm. "Not bad at all," she repeated, understating the results of the neophyte lover's efforts.

Camille took hold of Annie's bound arms and lifted her back onto her feet, kissing her as their faces came together. She smiled as she tasted the fruits of her own orgasm on the younger woman's lips. As they continued to kiss, Camille reached down with one hand and undid the laces that held the brunette's arms together.

Annie was now free, but she made to attempt to remove the blindfold from her eyes. To do so, she thought, would be to lessen the intensity of the experience. She never imagined just how exciting relying on her other senses could be.

Camille meanwhile guided back to the center of the bed, positioning her on all fours. She left her there alone for a few seconds as she climbed off the bed. Annie tried to imagine what the auburn haired woman was doing, excitement at the thought of what was next filling her.

The speculation didn't have time to go too far. Camille climbed back on the bed and moved behind Annie, running her hand across the cheeks of her ass and down between her legs. An even broader smile filled Camille's face as her fingers reached the student's now saturated pussy. Skillfully, she slipped them inside, again quickly finding the most sensitive spots to caress.

"Ohhh yessss," Annie softly moaned, the memory of the shorter woman's touch in the parking lot still fresh in her mind.

"You like this, don't you?" Camille asked rhetorically as she increased the movement of her hand. "Well just you relax and enjoy it, because it's only going to get better."

True to her word, it did indeed get better as Camille further increased the tempo of her caress, sending soft waves of delight up and down Annie's body. As one hand played within the body stretched out before her, Camille used the other to stroke the outside as well. Back and forth it moved, leaving a trail of excitement from the cheeks of Annie's ass up to the nape of her neck, then sliding across to her hanging breasts, the nipples of which instantly reacted to its touch.

"More, more," Annie begged, a sense of wanting clearly evident in her voice.

Camille responded by withdrawing both of her hands for a long moment, an act that sent a shiver through Annie. Had she done something to displease the woman she had promised to obey?

That worry faded a heartbeat later as she again felt Camille's hands on her ass. This time they were spreading the cheeks far apart, clearing a path to the prize between them. Automatically, she moved her legs as well to give even greater access.

Her pussy exploded as she felt the first soft press of the older woman's tongue within it. Camille started at the outer walls, working her way slowly in concentric circles. By the time the darting appendage reached her clit, she was on fire.

Camille slid a finger deep inside Annie, adding its touch to the movement of her tongue. It only took the college student a minute to realize that this was what having your pussy licked was supposed to feel like. Those men who had done it before, and had actually boasted of their skill, had just been proven the basest of liars.

As the ripples of ecstasy multiplied and spread within her, Annie thought this was as close to heaven as a person could get. There was no way, she told herself, that it could get any better. Camille seemed to know more about her than she knew herself. It was as if she could look right inside of her soul and see her most secret wants and desires. If that was indeed the case, then there was one more desire there to be discovered.

Annie teetered on the edge of the abyss, sure that the wonderful woman between her legs only needed the smallest nudge to send her over. To her surprise, that push didn't come. Instead, Camille backed off once more and in a total surprise, pulled the blindfold from Annie's eyes.

"The rest of this I wanted you to see," Camille said as her willing captive blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light once more.

When she could again see clearly, her eyes took in the wicked beauty of the woman who had brought her so much pleasure and opened her mind and body to delights she had previously barely imagined. Lost in the depths of her dark eyes and the strength of her smile, it took a long moment for her to look down and realize what Camille had been doing while she had been waiting with anticipation before.

"I hope you like my little toy," Camille said as she lifted the black colored double dildo with both hands, bending it into a u-shape to show how flexible it was.

Annie had never even seen a picture of such a thing, but she had heard about them. This particular example was about a foot long and even thicker than her boyfriend. The ends were shaped like the head of a cock, making it clear as to its use.

"Lay down," Camille said, the tone of her voice again making it clear that it was a command and not a request.

Annie hesitated for just a second. If there was a time for her safe word, this was definitely it, she told herself. But "peanut butter" didn't pass from her lips as she did as she was told, spreading her legs as she stretched out on the bed.

Holding the rubber toy with both hands, Camille positioned one end at the entrance of Annie's pussy. Forcefully, she pressed the head past the outer walls, finding no resistance due to her earlier efforts. Annie let out a loud gasp as the artificial manhood filed her.

A gasp of both surprise and excitement. Surprise at how much of it she had been able to take within her, and excitement at what she knew was yet to come.

Camille moved the make-believe cock in and out of the younger woman a few times, working it in even further. She then moved her body even closer until the two of them were in a scissors position, the other head of the dildo pressed against her own sugar walls.

With a skill that made it evident that she had done this before, Camille maneuvered her body until both the head and length of the toy disappeared within her. Only the barest hint of black was visible between the two women as their mounds rested against each other.

Camille began to gyrate her body, producing a pleasing oscillation that filled her and also used the connection between them to travel into Annie as well. The younger woman watched her for a few moments, then tried to copy her example. In no time at all, she had it down pat.

They quickly developed a rhythm, making the most of each repetition. Back and forth they rocked, their hands joining as they took turns thrusting in and out of each other. The springs of the old bed groaned loudly as they pushed and pulled, each movement adding to the fires that had begun to rage deep within both of them. Fires that built on the smaller blazes that still simmered from earlier play.

Every nerve in their bodies seemed to be alive with lust as they became one being, with only one desire. To reach that pinnacle beyond which lay nirvana. It was a goal that was closer than either of them realized.

Sweat covered both of their bodies and breaths had become labored. Two hearts pulsed as one, at a rate that increased with each passing beat. Words were impossible, but none were needed. Only the goal mattered and without warning, it was upon both of them.

Their bodies exploded from within, the difference in timing too small to matter. It was like a thunderstorm had been released in both of them, shattering all the walls of civilization and leaving only the most animalistic of passions.

An eruption that was overwhelming as Annie felt herself fading to black. It was the first time in her life she had actually passed out from an orgasm.

-=-=-=-

Annie stretched out on her bed and opened her eyes. The digital clock on the nightstand had just turned to eight forty-five. She had been asleep for almost fourteen hours, having spent all of Saturday night and the better part of yesterday with Camille, and there wasn't a part of her body that didn't still hurt to some extent. But it was a glorious hurt, the kind that makes you glad to be alive. Glorious because it was a reminder of how much fun it had been getting that way.

"Shit, are you still in bed?" a loud voice yelled from behind Annie.

The brunette rolled over to see her roommate, Karen, fully dressed and standing in the doorway of their shared dorm room. The blond was an early riser and usually left before seven in order to use the study hall before her first class of the day.

"Go away!" Annie yelled back, pulling her head under the covers.

"It's a good thing I forgot one of my notebooks and came back and get it," Karen said as she pulled the blanket off Annie's head. "You do remember that we have a psychology class in fifteen minutes?"

"Screw psychology," Annie said as she reached for the blanket that was no longer there, "old man Jennings won't even know if I'm there or not. Just take notes for me."

"Shit, that's right, you cut out early Friday and don't know," Karen said.

"Know what?" Annie asked, finally lifting her head up and loosening the sheet she had wrapped around her.

Karen didn't answer right away, too taken by surprise as the sheet dropped and she saw her roommate had been sleeping in the nude. Something she had never seen her do in the eight months they had shared a room.

"Doctor Jennings had a heart attack on Friday afternoon," Karen said finally.

"Fuck, is he dead?"

"No, but they say that he's gone for the rest of the year," Karen explained. "It was up on the bulletin board all weekend that Professor Funicello was taking over all his classes."

"Who is Professor Funicello," Annie said, unable to place the name among the faculty she had met at the freshman seminars last term, "I never heard of him."

"Her," Karen corrected, "and from what my sister told me, she's the original bitch from hell. Evidently she was on sabbatical last semester. They say she picks some sorry ass who pisses her off the first day of class and makes them her whipping boy, or girl as the case may be, for the rest of the year. If we weren't already so far into the year, I think half the class would be looking to drop psych. I know I would."

"Well screw Professor Funicello then," Annie said, not really caring about what her friend had said. "I'm staying in bed today."

"Do I have to remind you what your father said was going to happen if you failed one more class?" Karen reminded her, playing her hole card. "Blowing off her first day is not going to be a good idea."

"Double fuck," Annie said as she finally threw off the last of the sheets and got up.

All too clearly now she remembered how her father had gone unreasonably ballistic when she failed a class last semester. He laid down the law, saying that if it happened again he was going to have her move back home and go to a local college where he could make sure she applied herself.

"I have to get going," Karen said as she grabbed her missing notebook, "and you better get your ass in gear if you know what's good for you."

Try as she could, there was no way that Annie was going to get washed, dressed, and across campus in fifteen minutes. As it was, the clock on the wall read nine ten when she tried to quietly sneak into class through the back door. The new instructor had her back to the class and was saying something as she wrote a few lines on the whiteboard with a marker.

She had just about made it to the seat next to Karen, when she realized that the Professor had stopped speaking and the room had just gone quiet. Hesitantly, she stopped and looked in the direction of the front of the classroom.

"Fuck!" Annie said under her breath.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss...." the Professor paused as she looked down to consult the picture coded student roster on the desk. " ... Velez."

Annie opened her mouth to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"No excuses, Miss Velez," the woman in the front of the room said. "You've wasted enough of the classes valuable time. You can come by my office this afternoon and explain your lateness to me around four-thirty. Now take your seat and we'll try not to take up any more of the rest of these ladies and gentlemen's time."

Closing her mouth, Annie took her seat. All around her, students let out a collective sign of relief. They had all heard the story Karen had told Annie, and all were glad to know that it hadn't been them.

"Damn, Annie," Karen whispered in the softest voice she could find. "I warned you."

"It's okay, Karen," Annie said as she looked again to the front of the class and Professor Camille Funicello.

She didn't think she was going to mind being the Professor's whipping girl for the term, but somehow, she didn't think Karen would understand that.

END

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