Teacher's Pet Pt. 03

Pam felt herself meet that kiss with her own.

Sabrina slowly pulled back, taking her free arm away, taking a sip of her own drink. "Get to the bar. Have a drink. And remember I'll always be looking out for you."

Pam watched her walk away with a glance back, as Sabrina slowly slipped her hand away from the small of her back, that glance full of promise of what would come later. Feeling hornier than ever but knowing the wait would be worth it, Pam went to the bar and availed herself of a mixed drink.

* * * *

Pam was talking with a group of women, sipping her drink, laughing at a joke one of the ladies was telling, when the other woman broke off. "Sabrina, I didn't see you there."

Pam turned. Sure enough, Sabrina was standing there. "No worries, Delilah. Excuse us, ladies. I need to borrow young Pamela here."

Pam smiled at her group. "Ladies..."

They each gave her a smile in return. Then Pam simply placed her hand in Sabrina's, who led her away -- toward the large cushion in the center of the room.

"Show time?" Pam asked.

"Show time," Sabrina replied, gently pulling Pam toward her to give her a kiss.

Just as they broke apart, Linda approached. "You called, Miss Bar -- Sabrina?"

"Yes, Linda. Please bring those items we talked about."

She gave a single nod. "Yes, Sabrina. Coming right up."

Linda promptly returned less than a minute later, bearing a simple silver tray covered with a matching domed lid. She set the tray down and lifted the lid with a flourish, revealing three items -- a strap, a glass dildo, and a clear plastic bottle with a pump top.

"Thank you, Linda," Sabrina said, with a satisfied, sexy smile that sent shivers up Pam's spine.

Then she turned to Pam and said, "Let's get comfortable, shall we?"

In response, Pam reached behind her for the zipper to her dress and smoothly pulled it down. Then she shrugged out of it and draped it across the cushion.

While Pam did that, Sabrina did the same thing. Both women were soon naked except for high heels.

Sabrina held out her arms to Pam, who promptly came closer. As if there weren't a room full of women watching, plus the bartender, Sabrina wound her arms around Pam's slim waist, pulled her close and kissed her all at once, gently at first but with more heat and more passion.

For Pam, the crowded room quickly melted away to nothing under Sabrina's soft, probing kisses and gentle touch.

Pretty soon tongues came into play. Hands began roving as if all by themselves. All over the room, women gasped, exchanged looks and began to touch themselves openly.

Holding Pam's hands, Sabrina gently lowered her down on the cushion, being careful not to bump the tray. Once Sabrina had Pam where she wanted her, she started kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and down onto her by now heaving breasts.

Noting her erect nipples, Sabrina took one of Pam's breasts in her fingers and guided an erect nipple to her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily.

Pam moaned and arched her back in response.

Sabrina moaned in agreement, switching to the other breast.

After just a few minutes of this breast play, Sabrina could smell her young lover's arousal. With Linda's help, Sabrina got the strap on, then fitted the glass dildo to it, and finally smeared a goodly amount of lube on the head and shaft.

Then she climbed back on the cushion, moving over Pam's young, tender body.

With a kiss, Sabrina said, "Are you ready, darling?"

Pam just nodded.

Using one knee, Sabrina gently spread Pam's legs wide open, then moved in between. Holding the shaft of the dildo, she guided it to the entrance of Pam's waiting pussy...and smoothly slid down.

Pam gave out a loud shout followed by a long moan.

All over the room, women gasped and covered their mouth.

Meanwhile, Sabrina wasted no time fucking the living daylights out of her young Pet. Sabrina reflected on how glad she was to be a woman, and not have to worry about running out of steam, or about coming too fast or too soon.

As it was, she got a good sweat going while making love to Pam, her eyes locked with Pam's as she pumped her hips up and down, working the dildo inside her pussy.

"Oh, Sabrina, I'm going to come!" Pam moaned urgently.

"Tell me when," Sabrina told her.

"Oh, god....almost....now!"

Sabrina pulled out and watched amazed as Pam shot jets of fluid out of her pussy, calling out Sabrina's name as she did.

All across the room, women murmured appreciation. Some applauded and nodded to each other, while some openly touched themselves.

Once Pam's orgasm had subsided, Sabrina bent down and showered Pam in kisses.

Softly, Sabrina asked her, "Are you ready?"

"Oh, god, yes I'm so ready..."

"Good. Get into position."

Purring in anticipation, Pam rolled over on to her hands and knees. Sabrina got the bottle of lube and dribbled a good amount on Pam's rosebud.

Sabrina suddenly realized that she had not fully prepared her young Pet, in terms of what anal would feel like for the first time. Unfortunately, now was not the time for doing that, not with all these women watching, women who had been waiting all week long for the chance to see Pam get taken anally for the first time by an experienced female lover.

Cringing, mostly to herself, Sabrina quickly applied more lube to the dildo. Then she climbed back on the cushion and moved behind Pam, holding Pam's waist with one hand, and the shaft of her toy with the other.

"Are you ready, darling?"

"Yes, I'm ready," Pam answered breathlessly.

Sabrina guided the tip of the dildo to Pam's waiting anal entrance, easing the tip forward until it touched her rosebud. Then she smoothly slid her hips forward, until she slipped the smooth, rounded glass head inside her ass.

Then, not wasting a moment, Sabrina smoothly slid the shaft inside.

Pam opened her mouth in an O, no noise coming out, except for a gasp and a squeak.

Sabrina for her part, was feeling just as much anticipation as Pam had been. It had been a long time since the last time she had been able to take a young lover for the first time. At Sabrina's age, one didn't find lovers very often who hadn't done many of the things she had done.

Sabrina kept easing forward until the whole shaft was inside Pam's ass.

Pam gasped out loud. "Oh my god, it went all the way in!"

"You haven't felt anything yet, darling," Sabrina promised her. And with that, she started to thrust back and forth, going more for stimulation than penetration.

In response, young Pamela found it impossible to say anything, at least not anything coherent. At the moment she had her mouth wide open, not able to make any sound at all, beyond a gasp of astonishment.

Pam wailed, "Oh my god..."

Sabrina smiled mischeviously as she continued to thrust. "Mmmmm, do you like that, darling?"

"Oh, god..."

I'll take that as a yes, Sabrina thought, continuing to gently move back and forth.

Pam swallowed, even as she gasped. "Oh, god! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna have an anal orgasm!"

"That's it, darling, come for me!"

Pam's wail was cut off in a gasp, followed by a feral groan.

Sabrina held her position with the dildo in Pam's ass while the orgasm passed. Then she pulled back, pulling the dildo out of Pam's ass with a wet pop.

Pam promptly turned around and Sabrina held her in a comforting manner while they kissed. As they did, the whole room clapped at their performance.

* * * *

Later that evening, once everyone had gone home, Sabrina walked Pam back to her bedroom, stopping at the door, once both of them had slipped their latex back on.

Pam shyly said, "So, did I do okay?"

Sabrina kissed her. "You did...wonderfully, darling. I'm so proud of you. Women older than you have quailed at anal."

"I'm glad," Pam said. "Am I a real woman now?"

"You've already been a real woman," Sabrina said. "I'm just making it official."

Pam blushed at her words of praise.

Sabrina gave her a deep, healthy kiss. "Get some some sleep, darling. Tomorrow morning we'll have breakfast and then we'll get you home."

"Do I have to--"

Sabrina rested her finger on Pam's lips. "In the morning. Good night, my darling."

"Good night, Sabrina."

* * * *

August and Everything After

Well, maybe not everything, Sabrina thought, looking out her bedroom window, noting how much later sunrise was this morning compared to just a few days ago.

Soon it would be fall, and with it, the new school year. She couldn't wait.

But first, there was Labor Day weekend coming up, and what holiday weekend, especially the unofficial end of summer, would be complete without a latex fetish party?

However, before the party, Sabrina was planning on spending some quality time with Pamela Evans.

The question Pam had asked, so openly and innocently -- "Why don't I get to see your bedroom?" -- had quite literally blindsided her.

It had revealed to her in a blinding flash what she had been doing -- keeping Pamela at arm's length -- not the kind of thing Pam could have expected from Sabrina, not if Sabrina was truly intent on having Pam as a Pet, and an eventual Lover.

Sabrina had decided that would change.

Earlier in the day, well before the party, she would have Pam over for an intimate lunch, just the two of them. If Sabrina intended Pam to be her lover as well as her Pet, she had better start treating the girl as such.

Pam would, in short, get to see Sabrina's bedroom. And so much more, if it went right.

Judging from the reports she was getting from Rebecca London, Pam was proving herself more than up for the challenge. The girl she'd first met in Creative Writing 101 was becoming a woman.

So, with sweaty palms, Sabrina had sent Pam the email inviting her to lunch. She hoped the girl -- woman -- would be able to make it.

* * * *

Pamela Evans got a surprise when she headed in for what would be the last week of her internship before returning to school.

There was an instant message on her screen. "This is Rebecca London's secretary. Please call me at your earliest chance to set up an appointment."

So Pam called her right away. The secretary turned out to be a really nice lady by the name of Krista, who scheduled her for an appointment later that day.

"Question," Pam said.

"Of course, sweetheart. What is it?"

"I don't suppose you can tell me what this is all about?"

"Actually, I can't," Krista replied, with just a touch of humor in her voice. "But don't worry, you're not in trouble."

"Okay," Pam said, stretching out the single word.

"See you later," she said.

"What about my supervisor --"

"Don't worry, I'll let her know right now you have an appointment with Rebecca London and to excuse you for that time."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Sure, sweetheart. No problem."

* * * *

Just an hour later, Pam took the elevator up to the top floor, where she stepped off looking a little nervous and unsure of herself, stepping into plush-pile shag carpeting, and crossed over to where a secretary sat behind a desk, her blonde hair pinned up in a perky ponytail.

The woman smiled at Pam's approach. "Uhm, hi," Pam said. "You must be Krista."

Krista sat behind a clear glass desk, wearing a knee-length green dress that went with her pretty green eyes which sparkled behind glasses, along with knee-high black boots, even though it wasn't really boot season yet.

"Yes, I am," the woman said. "And you must be Pam."

"Yes. Hi," Pam said, reaching out to shake hands.

But instead Krista rose from her chair, holding her arms out for a hug, then said, "Let me just make sure Rebecca isn't on a phone call. Hold on."

"Right..."

Krista cracked open the door behind her and disappeared for a moment. She was gone less than a minute before she reappeared, holding the door open. "Miss London will see you now."

"Thank you," Pam said, striding forward, still sounding nervous.

She stepped forward into the room, trying not to react when the door was closed behind her.

Rebecca London sat behind her desk, which was at the moment only sporting one item of interest, looking the same as Pam remembered her, although she was dressed in a much more ordinary and mundane fashion than before. No latex.

Her hair was worn up in a bun, Pam noted, but it still shone under the lights.

She didn't even look up from her work, except to say, "I don't have all day, Miss Evans. Have a seat."

"Yes, Miss London."

Once Pam was seated in the single chair, Rebecca looked up from her work, folding her hands together. "So, Pam. Since this is your last week before you headed back to school, I wanted to take this opportunity to meet you, just the two of us. How did you like your summer here?"

"I loved it," Pam replied at once. "I have learned so much more than at school."

Rebecca smiled. "Good. How would you like to come back next summer?"

"I would very much like that," Pam said.

"I'm glad to hear that. Your co-workers and, more importantly, your supervisor, have all had very positive things to say about you. If you play your cards right, you could have a job waiting for you after graduation."

"That would be great, Miss London."

"Well, I haven't made my decision yet," she said. "But, as I said, if you do as well next summer as you have this summer, then I will know for sure. Now, don't let me keep you. I understand you have some work that needs to be completed."

"Yes," Pam said. "Thanks for seeing me today."

"Not at all, Miss Evans. Have a good school year and I'll be seeing you next summer."

Feeling a definite sense of relief as well as excitement, Pam returned to her desk. It wasn't until she was on her lunch that Pam remembered to check her, uh, other email.

And it was a good thing she did.

"Pam, darling," the email started.

"This summer has flown by in the blink of an eye. Soon Labor Day Weekend will be upon us, and with it, the return of school. But before that wonderful event, I will of course be having one of my latex fetish parties, and you will be expected to attend, and to wear latex.

"However, it is also my wish that you arrive earlier in the day so we may spend some time together before the party. I will say no more just now, except I will give further details in an upcoming email. I only wanted to ask if you would be willing to come to the house early for a date with me.

"Please reply by this email.

"Love, Sabrina."

Pam only wrote two words -- "Yes, please."

* * * *

"Yes, please."

Sabrina felt a warm flood of relief--and a whole array of emotions at reading those words. She could only hope that the party would go off without a hitch as well. But worrying wasn't going to get anything done. She went in search of her assistant Linda to make arrangements.

* * * *

As the car slowly proceeded down the tree-lined private road, Pam felt a pleasant twinge in her ass, remembering how it had felt to be taken in the ass for the first time, but also how it felt to be held in her arms.

Pam reflected that she was lucky to have such a skilled lover as Sabrina Barnes.

But she was also a little nervous about what was about to happen with Sabrina. It was almost as if...she was going on a date.

Pam discarded that thought as soon as it crossed her mind, or tried to. But it stayed with her, even as the car eased to stop outside the front door of the house.

Looking out the car's tinted window, Pam saw Linda was waiting for her, dressed a gray houndstooth jacket and skirt with mirror finish, black patent-leather pumps. As soon as the car had eased to a stop, Linda promptly stepped forward to open the door for her.

"Hi, Linda," Pam said, in a cheerful, perky voice.

"Hi," Linda replied. "Sabrina is waiting. Right this way."

"After you," Pam said.

Pam followed behind Linda as she pulled the door open and held it for her, then stepped over the threshold and followed Linda as she strode down the hallway, her heels clicking with metronome precision.

Pam secretly wished she had half of Linda's poise.

But she pushed that thought aside like an irksome fly, even as they arrived in the party room. This time, however, Linda took a different path.

Linda took a hard left at the end of the hallway and began to climb a broad, shallow flight of stairs.

Pam, filled with curiosity, had no choice but to follow.

They emerged at the top of the stairs into a dark dining room, where Linda simply said, "Sabrina. I've brought her."

Sabrina sat a small table, intimately set with two identical place settings, wearing a tight-fitting floor-length sleeveless black dress with matching black sling-back heels, an enticing scent emanating from both her and the food on the table.

Pam felt her stomach swoop as the realization hit her -- this was indeed a date. Then her heart swelled. Sabrina Barnes, her former professor, and now lover, was having her over for a DATE.

Upon Pam's entrance, Sabrina stood, extending her arms. "Pamela, darling, it's so good to see you. Why don't you go change into something more appropriate and join me for lunch?"

Pam smiled. "Be right back."

From the dining room, Pam was shown to her room where she quickly stopped dead in her tracks.

Linda said, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Oh my god, like, what am I gonna wear?"

Linda just said, "Whatever you want to wear. Come on, you don't have a lot of time. But since Sabrina is dressed up, you might want to, as well."

"Right..."

Oddly enough, Pam didn't feel like wearing leather or latex right that moment. That could wait for the party. Instead she put on a long strapless mermaid dress with gold sequins, and stepped into a pair of sky-high matching open-toed sandals. Finally she put her hair up in a perky bun, with bangs framing her face, applied red lipstick, and sprayed a single, precise puff of perfume on each side of her neck.

Then she returned to the dining room.

Sabrina, meanwhile, smiled. "Ah, there you are. Much better."

Pam took the seat across from Sabrina. "What's the special occasion?"

"Only that this is the last weekend of summer before school starts up again," she said, lifting her wine glass. "As a matter of fact, I had to attend a back to school primer this week. What about you? Haven't you gotten any mail from school yet?"

"Yes, now that you mention it," Pam replied. "It was my dorm room number and my new roommate for the semester."

"Boy or girl?"

"Girl, fortunately," Pam said, ignoring the gleam in Sabrina's eye, for the moment.

"Are you excited to get back to school?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes and no," Pam said. "In a way, I'm excited to start Junior year. But in another way, I'm learning so much at Rebecca London that I never learned in school. I'm not sure if I want to go back to school."

"Yes, well, let's not spoil the arrangment we have," Sabrina said dryly, causing Pam to giggle. "Plus, I would hate to see your parents have a coronary, as the saying goes."

"Right," Pam said, still giggling.

"Come, have something to eat," Sabrina said, gesturing to the food on the table. "You must be hungry."

* * * *

A leisurely hour or two later, Pam finally pushed her plate away, feeling full.

"That was good?" Sabrina asked.

"Yes, very good," Pam said, rubbing her tummy.

Sabrina smiled. Then she rose from her seat, holding out her hand. "Come this way."

"Where?" Pam asked, sounding curious and not suspicious.

"The last time you were here, you asked why you have never seen my bedroom before," Sabrina explained.

Without another word, Pam placed her hand in Sabrina's.

At the same time, Pam was both embarrassed that Sabrina had heard her, and at the same time impressed that she had remembered.

As they walked along the hallway together, Pam said, "I hope I didn't speak out of turn--"

"No, darling, you didn't," Sabrina replied promptly. "Which is why I invited you to the house before the party. So that you and I could have the chance to change that."