Melanie's New Life

She paused and I could sense she was upset. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, Mel. I just wasn't sure how you and Vanessa would take it."

"Oh sweetie," I said, kissing the top of her head as I pulled her into my arms, "it's okay. I'm just really glad that you can finally be yourself with me."

I kissed her on the lips, and soon we were back at it, hands roaming over each other. Before she could take the initiative away from me, I dropped to the floor and positioned myself between her silk-clad legs.

"I love these stockings," I said, running my fingers along the inside of her thighs while I looked up into her face. "I hope you'll wear them again for me. You look so sexy in them."

She smiled, and I kissed my way along her thighs to her glistening pussy, nestled in a neatly trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair.

"I need you to help guide me," I said, looking up at her. "This is my first time, and I want to do it right."

She nodded and edged forward on the couch, spreading her legs wider. I took the hint and eased closer, running the tip of my tongue along the length of her labia, which elicited a slight moan. I began applying little licks and mixing in gentle kisses, which she seemed to enjoy. I worked my way up to her clit, now a stiff pink button that looked so alluring to me I couldn't help but suck it into my mouth.

"Gently," she cooed softly. I released it, swirling my tongue softly around the button and then back down her labia. I pushed past her outer lips into the warm, pink flesh beneath. I loved her taste, an intoxicating mix of salty and sweetness, and loved even more hearing the sounds she made as I worked on her. I began to increase the pressure and speed of my licking and slowly worked a finger into her, gently stroking the top wall of her canal, which seemed to really please her. I felt her hands on the back of my head begin to gently push me closer and I responded by pressing hard with my flattened tongue against her pussy; then moved back up to her clit, sliding my tongue ever so slowly across the swollen knob while I worked a second finger into her wetness. I could tell she had begun to shiver and I suspected she was close to cumming, so I sucked her clit into my mouth again while I shoved both fingers against the wall of her cunt.

"Oh god, yessss!" she cried as her hips thrust forward into my face. "Oh fuck, yes yes yes!"

Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched several times in succession and then she seemed to deflate like a balloon, sinking back into the couch, her hands dropping down while her legs seemed to droop away from me. I crawled back up onto the couch and we just sat there, holding each other and exchanging the softest of kisses while we nuzzled against each other.

Eventually we moved up into her bedroom and after a while, she spread my legs and lowered her face to my vagina. I wish I could remember all that she did, but I was so lost in the incredible pleasure that swept over me within seconds of her tongue working its way up my slit that I can only recall a feeling of joy and lust spreading through my body. It seemed to last for minutes and I just lay there, occasionally moaning and whimpering while she worked her magic. When I finally came, I think I burst into tears and may even have passed out for a second or two. All I can say with certainty is I'd never felt better in my life.

Afterward, Dee went down and got us some snacks from the kitchen, and then we lay back on her bed and she queued up some of her favorite porn videos on her laptop. I paid close attention to what she was showing me, not only so that I could pick up pointers on how better to please a woman, but also because I knew that she was, through her choice of scenes, telling me what she wanted. And I was surprised at how many of them featured a one teenage girl being dominated by another. I began then to suspect that she wanted me to do the same to her.

Before I left, I went down on her again and while I couldn't yet compete with her in any kind of pussy licking contest, I felt my performance was better than my previous effort. She certainly seemed to enjoy it. She walked me downstairs and we stood at the door, kissing and holding each other. Before I left, she took my face in her hands and looked at me, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mel, thank you for this. This has been the best day of my life and it's because of you. I just want you to know that."

I hugged her tight and kissed away her tears. "It's been equally wonderful for me, Dee. I never knew what I was missing until today, but I'll never go back to just guys again. We're going to make love again, as often as possible. That I promise you."

We smiled at each other, and then I headed home, feeling happier than I had in a long time.

True to my promise, Dee and I hooked up every chance we got. I was over at her house again that weekend while her parents were out golfing, and she came over Sunday morning when my Mom was at church. She'd long ago given up on convincing me to join her and now only demanded that I be out of bed and studying by the time she left. That morning, I'd told her Dee was coming over to work more on our big project. She would have been less fine with that if she'd known that our big project was a joint exploration of the female body and how best to pleasure it. If it had been possible to actually submit our work for a grade, I'm sure we'd have both gotten A pluses, but I doubted the school would let us enter our project into the science fair, much less demonstrate it for the student body.

At school, we tried to play it cool, especially around Vanessa, who didn't seem to realize the change in our relationship. Still, we snuck off to the bathroom or empty classrooms on occasion for a quick make out session and once used The Keys to get into Ms. Carlson's locked office, where we finger fucked each other to orgasm.

Since my first night with Dee, I'd been viewing a lot more lesbian porn, especially the BDSM type. I'd also been reading a lot of online erotica that dealt with lesbian seduction and domination. There is some great shit out there and despite all my time with Dee, I was still flicking the old bean at least twice a night.

I'd also been trying to work in little bits of what I'd learned from my reading into my trysts with Dee. For instance, I'd determine when and where we'd meet and if she balked, I insisted until she caved, which she invariably did very quickly. I'd also tell her forcefully what I wanted her to do and even demanded that she stop wearing panties to school, at least on days we didn't have gym. To my surprise, she complied and I grew more confident in my belief that she might be a bit of a submissive.

We'd been at this for a couple of weeks when, during our study hall period one day, we found ourselves seated around a table with Vanessa and Selena Moore, another friend, in the library. There was no one in the immediate vicinity and Dee and I were playing footsies under the table, unbeknownst to our companions. The four of us were also laughing and telling stories about other students.

Suddenly, Ms. Dunne, the librarian, was standing there. She was looking at me and Dee with a funny expression, and then her face tightened and she glared at all of us. "Ladies, you need to quiet down. This is a library, not a night club. Other students are complaining" she snapped, then turned and walked away.

I watched her back as she retreated, muttering louder than I intended that she really needed to get laid. She whipped around, her face red, and stared at me. "What did you say, Ms. Ross?"

"Why nothing, Ms. Dunne," I said smiling sweetly. "Just that you should be paid more, you know, to deal with the likes of us."

The other girls succeeded, barely, in stifling their laughter while giving me are-you-nuts looks. Ms. Dunne, a tall, thin woman in her late 20s with a long curly perm the color of a bleached carrot, looked at me. Oddly, I could swear I saw both anger and desire fighting for dominance in her bright blue eyes. I gave her a sly smile, and then wet my lips with my tongue. Vanessa's eyes almost bugged out of her skull. Ms. Dunne just stared at me for a second, swallowed hard, then slowly turned away.

"Are you crazy," she whispered once Ms. Dunne had disappeared back to the front of the library. "You could get yourself expelled mouthing off to a teacher like that."

I shrugged. "She won't do anything. Everybody knows she's harmless. I heard she caught Tina Carter smoking in here once and didn't do anything but make her put it out. Any other teacher would have had her in detention or worse."

Remembering that incident, and all the erotica I'd been reading and watching lately, threw a switch in my brain. Suddenly, I had a very strong suspicion about Ms. Dunne.

We returned to our studying, still joking and laughing as before. Once, I looked up and saw Ms. Dunne peering at us through a gap in a stack of books. She blushed and turned away when our eyes met, further strengthening my hunch, which I decided to test.

"I'll be right back." I stood up and walked toward the front of the library, feeling my friends' eyes following me as I walked away. I headed over to the check-out desk, where Ms. Dunne was seated. I noticed a group of the nerdy honors students, book worms, as we called them, clustered around another table nearer the entrance. They must have been the ones who complained, I thought.

"Ms. Dunne," I said quietly and respectfully when I reached the desk. "I just want to apologize for my comments earlier. I wasn't trying to be rude."

"Thank you, Melanie, I appreciate that," she said, keeping her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her.

"But, you know, my mother always told me to be honest," I continued. "And I really do think you would benefit a great deal from getting laid. I'll bet it's been a while."

God, it was such a rush, but also a hell of a risk. Her head snapped up and her eyes glared into mine. I gave her my lewdest smile and mouthed the words 'I know' at her. I really only suspected, but was confident enough in my hunch and even more so when I saw her reaction. Her face whitened and she shifted her eyes back to the screen. I turned and sauntered slowly back to my friends, making sure to jiggle my ass for her as I walked away.

"Where did you go," Dee demanded when I returned. They were packing up their bags and preparing to head off campus for lunch.

"Just apologizing to Ms. Dunne," I said airily. Then I grabbed my stuff and followed them out of the library and toward the parking lot. While at lunch, I considered my actions and Ms. Dunne's responses. My research, by which I mean my extensive reading of lesbian domination erotica, suggested I make a bold, aggressive gesture. I spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with a plan to do just that.

Since Dee had something scheduled with her parents that night, we wouldn't be hooking up. So after my last class, instead of rushing home I headed over to the library. It usually remained open for an hour after school so students could research projects or look for books. I pulled open the door and walked in, spying Ms. Dunne at the check-out desk. She looked up and our eyes locked. I slowly strode toward her, never shifting my eyes from hers, but when I reached the desk, I kept going and as I did so, I gave a little jerk of my head, as if to say, follow me. Then I proceeded to the back of the library, where I know she had a private office, although what she used it for was beyond me. When I reached it, I just stood before the closed, locked door.

"Can I help you with something, Melanie?" a soft voice behind me said. I turned and looked into Ms. Dunne's face. She looked hesitant and a little scared.

I stepped aside and looked at the door. "Open it," I commanded.

"I beg your pardon, young lady?"

I just turned and glared at her, saying nothing. She looked back at me, but then reached into the pocket of her full-length skirt and extracted a set of keys. Inserting one, she swung open the door, then reached in and flicked on the light switch. She stood there, uncertain what to do next. I pushed past her and entered the room. Turning to face her, I leaned against her desk. She stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at me.

"Well, come in and close the door," I said, shocked at how well this was going. I had expected some resistance, but it was like she was some sort of automaton.

"What is this about," she said as she stepped forward, closing and locking the door behind her. I hadn't told her to lock it, and would later learn that it is through such extra little gestures that the true submissive identifies his or herself.

"I think you know what this is about. It's about what we discussed earlier, and your needs," I said in a soft, cold voice. "You know you want this, you know you need this. If you didn't, you wouldn't have come in and you certainly wouldn't have locked the door."

I stared into her blue eyes, daring her to challenge me, but she didn't. It was just like in some of the stories I'd been reading. Her lack of resistance emboldened me, and I pulled my skirt up and inserted a finger into my soaked pussy. As I swirled it around, we could both hear the squishing sounds that showed just how wet I was. I pulled it out and extended my arm, holding my finger about six inches from her face.

"Smell it," I ordered her. Without a word, but with a look of absolute surrender and acceptance, she leaned forward and took a deep sniff. Her eyes closed and she looked like a wine connoisseur who'd just uncorked a particularly vintage bottle. I eased my finger forward and pressed it against her lips. As I expected, they parted and she sucked my finger into her warm, wet mouth.

"Clean it," I commanded. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking my finger like she was giving head. I gently pulled it out, a small strand of her saliva dangling between her lips and the tip as I did so. I wiped my finger on my skirt and then, reaching around, unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing panties, and spread my legs so that my glistening sex was open for inspection.

"You know what I want," I said. She took a step toward me, and for a second I thought I might have pushed too hard and she was going to grab me and march me to the principal's office. Instead, she hesitated, took several deep breaths, and then using her chair to steady herself, slowly dropped to her knees. She began to lean forward, her face just inches from my pussy, when I put my hand on the top of her head.

"Stop," I commanded. "Ms. Dunne, we both know you want to lick my pussy. But you need to understand that the second your tongue touches me, you are my pet, a slave that will do what I say when I say. If I want you to fuck me during lunch tomorrow, you will do it. If I tell you to fuck my friends, you'll do that too. You'll pleasure me and anyone else I choose. What you want will no longer matter. Do you understand?"

She looked up at me, her eyes showing only need and lust. "Yes mistress," she whispered in a meek voice.

"You can still walk away and I won't tell anyone about this. All you have to do is get up and walk out that door. I'll never mention any of this to anyone and will, from this day forward, treat you with a cold, distant respect. Now, make your choice."

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent forward, extended her tongue and began to lap at my wetness. She was good, better than Dee and way ahead of me. She licked and kissed with just the right amount of force and engaged my clit with perfect timing so that I quickly came all over her face. I entwined my fingers into her long hair and pulled her face into my pussy, gasping for breath as she continue to tongue fuck me. Finally, I pushed her away and pulled up my skirt.

"I'm going to go look for a book," I told her. "When I am ready to check out, I expect you will have some parting gifts for me. I wonder if you can figure out what they should be."

It was a little test I'd devised. I wanted to see just how far she was willing to go on her own and also how much she might have fantasized about just such a situation. A few minutes later, some randomly selected book in hand, I found out.

"Hi Ms. Dunne," I said brightly as I stepped up to the check out desk, just behind a couple of sophomores, who took their materials and moved on. "I'm ready to go."

She said nothing and refused to meet my eyes; just took the book and scanned the barcode on its spine. Then I saw her slip a piece of paper between its pages before handing it back to me. I smiled and took it, and was about to leave when she lightly touched my hand.

"Um Melanie, I think these might belong to you." She handed me a small brown paper bag, which I took with a look of curiosity. She blushed again as she turned and sat down. I stepped back, opened the bag and smiled. It contained a plain, white bra and a pair of obviously wet panties. I looked up at her, met her eyes, and mouthed the words 'very nice' before leaving.

Once outside, I checked the slip of paper and found she had provided her address as well as her cell phone number. I grinned to myself and headed home to prepare for another wonderful evening.

At 7 p.m., I strode purposefully up the walkway of an older, two-story home with a ground floor wraparound porch. As on that first visit to Dee's, just a couple of weeks earlier, the door swept silently opened as I approached, and I stepped through, exuding an air of authority. Ms. Dunne stood there, wearing a silky red robe which, as soon as the door was closed, she untied and slid from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet and I dispassionately examined her naked body.

Her flesh was a ghostly white, as if she'd never once allowed even the smallest bit to experience the touch of sunlight, and delicate blue lines could be traced just beneath the almost translucent skin. Her breasts were small, just slight swells on her chest; her nipples were puckered buds of blood red that stood out angry and stiff against her pale body. She was skinny but not particularly fit, with little or no muscle definition. Her bush was an untamed mass of red curls, with those around her slit dark and matted with her juices. The scent of arousal was heavy in the air.

She stood for my inspection for maybe half a minute, then wordlessly and without prompting from me fell to her knees, her face cast down to the floor. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall and then kicking it away. Beneath I wore a lacy, see-through black thong and I stepped forward so that my sex was directly in her face. She lifted her face and inhaled deeply several times, slight trembles running through her body. Her need and hunger were palpable in the stillness of her house and she looked up at me, begging with her eyes.

"Take me to my bedroom," I commanded. She rose silently, took my hand in hers, her grip gentle and undemanding, and led me at a steady pace up the carpeted stairs and to a large bedroom down a long hallway. A four-poster, king sized bed dominated the room, and she stepped aside once through the doorway so I could enter. I stood at the foot of the bed, then turned and faced her.

"Undress me," I said in a husky voice. She immediately approached and began unbuttoning my blouse, gently peeling it off my shoulders. She unhooked my black lace bra and slid it off, pausing for several seconds to stare longingly at my breasts. My nipples were hard and I knew she longed to lick and suck them. But she controlled herself, dropping to her knees and gently removing the sandals I had worn. Finally, she slid my panties down and held them steady while I stepped out of them. Once naked, I sat on the foot of the bed and reclined back on my elbows.

"Pleasure me," I said to Ms. Dunne. It was clearly the order for which the naked librarian had been hoping. Her face lit up and she quickly shuffled forward on her knees, positioning herself between my legs and running her tongue along my swollen labia. I watched with fascination as my school's librarian, a woman probably ten years older than me, willingly submitted herself to my sexual desires.