Paige-ing Rachel Ch. 01: After the Game

Rachel stood by the door, her heart racing, feeling a fluttering mix of fear and excitement. She watched Paige, captivated by the older woman's confidence and allure despite all she knew she had done.

Paige sat in the teacher's chair and pulled it away from the desk so there was plenty of room between it and her body. She suggestively beckoned Rachel over with a "come here" motion of her hand.


Rachel approached hesitantly as Paige began stroking the dildo suggestively.

"What are we doing?" Rachel asked, her eyes on the dildo. Paige reached into her bag and dribbled more lube from the bottle onto the strap on phallus.

"Now, you've already had this in you once, think you could take it if you sit on it this time?" Paige asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"W-what, in my butt...again?" Rachel asked, bewildered and appalled.

Paige laughed softly, a sound that was both comforting and sinister. "Yep! It's already been opened up and stretched a bit" she said smoothly, locking her piercing blue eyes onto Rachel's green ones. " I think you'd surprise yourself to learn just how pliable that part can be with the right training. I know before tonight it's unheard of, but again, we're way out of your comfort zone now and you feel pretty okay, I think. Why not actively try pushing it yourself this time?" The offer hung in the air like a silken thread, absurd on the surface and yet ringing with a certain amount of sense to Rachel's addled mind.

Rachel swallowed hard, her thoughts swirling with confusion and intrigue. Somewhere inside her, a small voice cried out for caution, a plea from the part of her that still clung to the innocence Paige seemed so intent on unraveling.

"Uh, what, so I uh, get on that from behind for a sec and then we can get to your car?" Rachel asked, as if trying to reason and rationalize with herself to make this okay.

Paige's smile widened, a predatory grin that hinted at the pleasure she derived from Rachel's visible struggle between desire and reservation. "Exactly, Zero," she coaxed, her voice smooth as silk.

Rachel took a deep breath, steeling herself as she moved closer to Paige. The older woman's presence was magnetic, pulling Rachel into her orbit with an intensity that defied explanation. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the strap-on as if testing the waters of a forbidden pool.

"See?" Paige whispered, her fingers tracing circles along Rachel's bare hip. "You're stronger than you think, Rachel. Embrace this side of yourself, and there's no telling what you can achieve."

Rachel closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to truly feel the smooth tip of the dildo that had already been inside her as well as Paige's gentle touch on her side. She opened her eyes and met Paige's gaze, her green eyes sparkling with newfound determination.

"Okay." Rachel whispered, her face filled with determination.

A quiver of mixed emotions cascaded through Rachel as she nodded, her affirmation barely audible, but Paige caught it with a triumphant smile. With deft movements, Rachel shifted, awkward and uncertain, her athletic body betraying a vulnerability she rarely showed on the soccer field.

Paige guided her with hands that seemed to know how to coax strength and submission in equal measure.

"Relax," she urged softly. Rachel positioned herself with her back to Paige, her hole hovering over the artificial intruder. Paige's hands clamped on Rachel's hips. "I'm going to count to three and then we're going to ease you down on it. Okay?"

Rachel nodded. Paige began applying pressure softly. "One...two...three."

On Paige's count, Rachel felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with trepidation. The cool room seemed to press in around her, the soft buzz of the desk lamp now a distant hum as all her senses focused on the sensation below. She let out a small gasp as she eased herself down, feeling the toy breach her once more, this time with her in control. A strange sense of power mingled with the vulnerability coursing through her veins.

"Easy..." Paige's voice was low and encouraging as Rachel continued her descent, muscles tensing and then relaxing into the unfamiliar fullness. "That's it, Superstar, just like that."

Rachel's breath hitched; she felt stretched, challenged but not hurt. Her body remembered the initial discomfort from earlier, yet now there was a tinge of pleasure weaving through the tension. She couldn't deny the flush of heat spreading across her cheeks or the tingling thrill that spiked through her at being so exposed, so daringly intimate in a place meant for chalk dust and graded papers.

Paige's hands gripped Rachel's hips with firm assurance, guiding her down until Rachel's thighs brushed against her own. "You're doing great," she praised, and Rachel could feel the confidence Paige had in her, a confidence that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

"It's...It's in..." Rachel stammered out. "All the way..."

"I'm really, really proud of you." Paige hissed into Rachel's ear. She brought her hands up from Rachels hips and hugged her tightly. They sat like that for a moment before Paige shifted her hands again and felt Rachel's firm, full breasts through the uniform shirt.

A shiver raced down Rachel's spine at the contact, her body instinctively arching into the touch despite the wariness that clung to the edges of her consciousness.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming; Rachel was acutely aware of every point of contact between them. The pressure of Paige's body against hers, the strap-on still nestled within her, Paige's breath hot against her neck--all of it wrapped Rachel in a cocoon of sensation that was terrifyingly new and yet impossible to deny.

And then, with a gentle nudge, Paige encouraged Rachel to begin moving. "Find your rhythm," she instructed. Tentatively at first, Rachel shifted her hips, feeling an unfamiliar sensation build within her as the strap-on moved within her depths. Her breathing grew ragged as she found a tentative pace, the sound filling the otherwise silent room.

It was an intimate dance of push and pull; every movement seemed to draw Rachel deeper into Paige's web. With each passing second, her remaining defenses, the reasons she knew she shouldn't be doing this were weakening and crumbling.

And Paige, as if she could sense Rachel's resolve dissolving, whispered praises that feathered against her skin like velvet. "Yes...just like that. You're beautiful when you let go. See how good it can feel?"

Rachel began to move with hesitant confidence, the initial discomfort fading into a rhythm of pleasure and pain that was difficult to distinguish. She felt exposed, yet safe; commanded, yet free. It was a dichotomy that made no sense and yet seemed the most natural thing in the world under Paige's guidance.

Paige's hands now moved with purpose, alternating between firm grips and gentle caresses that seemed calculated to draw out every ounce of Rachel's buried desires. She squeezed at the girl's chest and then began moving her hands downward. The sound of Rachel's breath became interspersed with soft whimpers -- each one music to Paige's ears as she watched Rachel unfurl before her.

Paige's fingers slid through Rachel's downy bush and began rubbing at her aroused slit. Rachel moaned audibly and picked up her riding pace.

"Ha ahah oh omigosh Paige." Rachel said amidst stilted gasps.

"Shh, focus on the sensation, Rachel," Paige coaxed, her voice steady amidst Rachel's fragmented exclamations. Her fingers continued their dance, tracing patterns of desire over Rachel's sensitive skin, coaxing out the pleasure that simmered just beneath the surface. "Let it build."

Paige's touch was deft and sure, guiding Rachel further into the haze of sensation. Her own arousal grew at the sight of the young athlete surrendering to her guidance, to the unfamiliar pleasures she was being taught to crave.

Rachel's movements became less tentative, more fluid as she gained confidence, the blend of pain and pleasure now tilting emphatically towards ecstasy. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a testament to their growing synchronization.

"There you go," Paige murmured approvingly, sensing Rachel nearing the edge. "You're doing so well. Let yourself feel everything."

With Paige's relentless encouragement and masterful touch, Rachel felt herself spiraling towards a precipice she'd never known existed. Her world narrowed to the point where all that existed was Paige's voice in her ear and the relentless pressure building inside her.

Paige centered her rubbing around Rachel's clit as she approached her climax, her breaths came in short gasps; each one was a desperate plea for release. Paige sensed the change in rhythm and doubled her efforts, determined to make this girl cum with her cock up her ass for the second time in as many hours. If she could do that, there was no telling how else she could have this athletic little sexpot.

And Rachel, with all the naivety and trust of someone who had lived a life unmarred by manipulation, clung to Paige's every word, every touch. The distinction between pleasure and manipulation blurred under the weight of her mounting desire.

Paige's hands were unrelenting, drawing out Rachel's pleasure to its breaking point. The air between them crackled with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the power Paige held and the surrender Rachel was on the brink of offering.

"Paige... I..." Rachel could barely form words, her voice breaking with the intensity of what was building within her. She was overwhelmed by sensations she had never known, her innocence unraveling with each thrust and caress.

"That's it, let it happen," Paige whispered, her voice both a command and a promise. She increased the rhythm of her touch, focused solely on pushing Rachel over the edge into blissful oblivion.

And then it happened -- an explosion of sensation unlike anything Rachel had ever experienced. The relative consent of this encounter compared to being bent over the table, that she was the one setting the pace, made it all the more pleasurable. Her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

Rachel's release ripped through her with a force that left her gasping for air, her voice mingling with the echoes in the empty classroom. Paige's firm embrace held her steady, grounding her as shudders of satisfaction coursed through Rachel's body.

As the ripples of her climax ebbed away, Rachel sagged against Paige, spent and vulnerable in a way she'd never known. The power dynamic between them was undeniable now; Rachel felt it in her bones, heavy and sweet.

Rachel could barely process what had just happened. She had crossed a threshold within herself, one that she couldn't step back over. Paige had led her through an experience that both frightened and thrilled her to her core.

Paige held Rachel close as she came down from the high, her fingers slowly trailing to a stop, yet still maintaining a possessive presence. Her breathing was calm, controlled -- the demeanor of someone who had just won a great victory.

"Good girl," Paige whispered softly, with a hint of pride lacing through the words. "You've done beautifully."

Rachel couldn't help but swell with pride at that. She'd only just met this woman, but her approval meant everything to her in this moment.

They sat like that for what felt like forever, with Rachel proud she was able to just keep the toy inside her and didn't even really hurt anymore. Eventually Paige tapped her on the upper arm and Rachel slowly eased herself off of it. She stared down at Paige who grinned up at her.

"You have homework we need to get you back to." Said Paige with a wink as she held out her hand. Rachel took it with a bemused grin of her own and helped Paige get to her feet. Paige put her arm around Rachel and guided them out of the room.

They made their way towards the East exit where the field and Paige's car were. Paige moved her hand to cup Rachel's left ass cheek like she owned it, which, Rachel reasoned, she kind of did for now.

Paige playfully shoved Rachel into a couple of other rooms on their way, insisting on groping and teasing her in each just to say she had. Rachel had committed to the game at this point and laughed along with each intimate touch and grope because it was easier than stopping her, plus the way Paige was treating her was strangely exhilarating.

They reached the Eastern doors and exited the empty school campus. The cool night air a tad nippy on Rachel's exposed skin. Paige observed the tall bleacher benches that sat next to the abandoned soccer field.

With that same threateningly coy grin, Paige pulled Rachel towards the area under the bleachers. "C'mere Zero. I wanna do one more thing!"

They jogged to the darkened empty space beneath the bleachers, both giddy and laughing.

"I'm not letting you take my virginity under the Goddamned bleachers like some 1980s stereotypical movie." Rachel quipped, laughter in her voice.

Paige stood her up next to one of the support beams that had a crossbar perpendicular to it at waist level.

"Oh I know, your butt cherry's already been popped anyway. Now bend over. I wanna do this under here because I never got to when I was a student." Paige said giddily.

Rachel turned and bent herself over so she was leaning against the crossbar, aware that her raw and puffy feeling ass was now facing Paige openly.

"Uh fine, I do have homework to do tonight though." Rachel reasoned from her lewd position.

"Mhmm, this'll just be a minute. Not gonna try to make you cum again or anything." Paige said as if this was a quick chore to attend to, and not Rachel's third anal sex of the night.

Paige's hands traced Rachel's spine, sending shivers down the younger girl's flesh that mingled with the chill of the night air. The bleachers loomed overhead, a metal monster that had witnessed countless clandestine trysts, but none quite like this. Paige's fingers danced over Rachel's tender skin, each touch a reminder of who was in control.

"You've got such a perfect ass, Zero," Paige murmured with appreciation, planting soft kisses along Rachel's lower back. "Anyone ever tell you that before."

Rachel shook her head as she tried to keep her breathing steady. That proved a futile effort as she felt Paige slide her toy back into her ass and let out a loud gasp that evolved into a low grunt.

"Gets easier each time right?" Paige hissed into her ear and started thrusting in a way that was almost familiar to Rachel at this point.

"Hunngh uff I I don't know if I'd say easier." Rachel grunted in response.

"Relatively speaking." Paige said with a particularly hard thrust.

The metal structure of the bleachers seemed to vibrate with their movements, an illicit symphony for their singular audience. Rachel held on to the crossbar, the cold metal biting into her palms as she tried to steady herself. Paige's rhythm was relentless, a marked difference from the tender exploration she'd experienced in the classroom. Yet, there was a strange comfort in the consistency, in knowing what to expect, and Rachel found herself easing into the motion. She felt herself getting worked up again and her breathing began to get harder too. After a few more thrusts, Paige stopped with the dildo all the way in and her thighs pressed against Rachel's.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were starting to like this." Paige said, her smile apparent in her words. "That bodes well."

At that, Paige slid the toy out of Rachel. The captain of the Red Lions slumped forward and let out a disappointed groan at the sudden emptiness.

"Always leave em wanting more." Paige quipped with a soft spank on Rachel's behind. "Come on, let's get you home."

As if she hadn't just fucked the senior's ass under the bleachers, Paige guided them to the parking lot on the other side. Rachel trotted barefoot over the field toward her game gear bag where it sat on her team's sideline. As she approached it, Rachel couldn't help but feel like the bag looked like it had been there inert for centuries, like some archeological artifact from a bygone era.

"BP...Before Paige." Rachel muttered to herself as she grabbed it and trotted back to the car, still bottomless.

Paige had the passenger side door open for her and Rachel tossed her bag in the back seat instinctively. She paused as she was about to climb in, realizing her relative nudity again.

"Uh, are you cool with me bare-assing your leather seats, then?" Rachel asked, the absurdity of the question ringing in her ears.

"Oh I think after all I've done to it tonight, yeah I can handle you putting it directly on my leather." Paige smiled back. "Just don't get any of your uh, wetness on it. That smell never comes out, believe me."

Rachel rolled her eyes and actually laughed like that was some casual joke between friends. She plopped her bare, sore ass on the plush material. "Well I guess you'd know."

Paige placed her hand on Rachel's bare upper thigh and started the car. Rachel gave directions back to her place and the ride 20-minute ride was relatively uneventful, save for a few wandering touches of Paige's fingers.

At Rachel's request, Paige pulled her car over next to the empty lot down Rachel's block so no one would see her condition when she got out. Paige said she'd give Rachel the clean uniform shorts along with her own uniform and gear but wanted her to step out of the car first. Rachel thought to point out that she was still half naked but realized that wouldn't matter after all that had happened tonight. Plus, the empty lot was totally abandoned so she would have cover.

Feeling strangely proud of herself for openly stepping outside so close to her own home naked and barefoot, Rachel climbed out of the car and met Paige at the trunk.

Paige held out her arms for Rachel and Rachel stepped to her. Paige's hands immediately went to cup the muscular and round globes of Rachel's ass once more.

"Are you okay?" Paige asked, her voice firm but genuine as she casually groped Rachel's ass.

"Y-yeah," Rachel stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "I just... I don't know how to feel about all of this."

Now that they were back in Rachel's neck of the woods, things were starting to feel more real. The weight of what had happened tonight was setting in and those conflicted thoughts were beginning to creep back to Rachel.

Sensing the girl's sudden trepidation, not wanting to lose any of the progress she'd made tonight, Paige leaned in slightly towards Rachel's face.

"Let me explain something to you, sweet girl," she whispered, her lips brushing against Rachel's trembling mouth. "Tonight, a new side of you awakened -- a side of you that finds pleasure and satisfaction in giving up control to someone who knows how to guide you. A high achieving type A control freak like you NEEDED to let that part out and I was honored that the person you opened it to was me."

"I...I didn't..." Rachel stammered out as her mind spun.

"You seemed really happy in the school with me. It seemed we enjoy each others company." Paige said, giving Rachel's ass a firm squeeze. "I think that means something and I don't think you should deny that part of yourself anymore."

"I..I don't even know what that means." the 18 year old stated, at a loss trying to process things.

Paige's gaze didn't waver as she peered deeply into Rachel's wide, verdant eyes. "It means, darling, that what you feel--this confusion, this desire--it doesn't have to be a bad thing. It can be liberating if you let it. If you trust me."

Trust. The word echoed inside Rachel's head. Could she? Should she? Paige was like no one she had ever encountered before, she'd violated her ireperably and yet, Rachel couldn't deny she was also responsible for awakening...whatever this was inside her now.