Paige-ing Rachel Ch. 02: Pulled Back In

Gently running her fingertips over the patterned, silky material, Rachel reveled in the sensation of it stretched over her hips. As she traced the delicate patterns woven into the fabric, a small gasp escaped her lips. These moments alone, where she could fully embrace and explore her own femininity without outside judgment or influence, were becoming increasingly precious to her.

Despite being used to seeing herself as a fierce and powerful athlete, there was something undeniably vulnerable about this new version of herself. She looked up and down her half naked body and made eye contact with her reflection. "Affected" was the word that popped into her head.

She shook her head, willing away thoughts that would only lead to confusion and distraction. Today was about her art, her achievements--purely hers, not what anyone else had done to her. She opened her closet and pulled out the knee-length flowy dress in the same color scheme as her art piece she had picked out for today and pulled it on.

She was slipping her simple white heels on her feet when she felt her phone buzz. She opened it to find a three-way text chain between herself, her teammate Jenna and their other friend Maria.

"Hey Rach, we gonna ditch the auction thing, not interested in getting ogled by the big donors for 'charity.' Grab lunch with us at Ziggy's at 1?"

-Jenna

"yeah not gonna try to sell ourselves so the school can get a new clock or whatever. Burger at Ziggy's on me and I won't make you convince me to buy your art!"

-Maria

Rachel read the messages, aghast at the very idea of ditching this event she'd worked so hard towards.

Her fingers started typing rapidly, telling her friends she was surely not going to ditch and trying to convince them to do the same. Maria and Jenna put up a bit of a fight, but Rachel had rediscovered her domineering captain side a little more and managed to quash the ditching rebellion in just a few minutes. She promised SHE'D buy the burgers if they stuck around until it was over (and her piece won the highest bids) by 3pm. Satisfied, Rachel finished putting on her shoes and trotted excitedly out the door.

Rachel's heels clicked against the pavement as she walked toward the entrance of her high school at the forefront of the huge district education complex that housed both the high school, the middle school and several multipurpose halls and athletic spaces. The silent auction was being held in the entrance lobby of the high school and extending down into the central hallway.

As Rachel got closer, she could see Maria and Jenna just through the glass doors of the main entryway. Her face fell as she felt her phone buzz in her bag. For a moment she thought it was Jenna and Maria ditching her after all, but that didn't make sense, she was staring right at them.

Stopping about 20 yards from the entrance, Rachel looked into her small handbag, utterly confused. She pulled out her phone to see a text from an unknown number.

"Meet me at the main entrance of the middle school building on the far end of the complex. Now." The message read, signed simply with a "P."

Rachel felt her heart race and her cheeks flush red. She was overcome with a sense of confusion, frustration and...relief? Paige had finally made contact! But she'd done it, of course, at the least opportune time. Was that crazy lady watching her right now?!

Rachel looked around the walkway to the entrance of the school but there was, of course, no sign of the woman who'd taken her anal virginity. Maria and Jenna gave her questioning looks through the glass door. Rachel held up a finger and started to text back.

"Now's not a good time." Rachel texted back, hitting send and meaning to put the phone back in her bag and forget about it until the important event was over. Before she could even let go of the phone in her bag though, it buzzed with Paige's response.

"Your choice," read Paige's message. "If you don't come now, you'll never hear from me again. I'll block your number and you can go back to being the old, unfulfilled Fourteen who has to expel all her precious energy maintaining control. Or you come to me and I show you how giving that control to someone else can be the greatest thing in the world for someone like you, just as you saw last time. This is your one chance."

Paige's message sent a shiver down Rachel's spine. This was it, wasn't it? She could break free of this whole ordeal, knowing Paige would leave her alone with the closure that she had chosen not to continue to engage. A clear path back to her old self and pretending it had never happened was staring her right in the face. It could all be over with a single text and then she could walk right into the school and the future she'd laid out for herself.

It was so simple, so easy, so why hadn't she texted back yet?

Rachel glanced up from the phone to the curious looks of her friends in the doorway and then back at the phone. Going to Paige now would mean missing out on the silent auction and presenting the piece that she had worked so hard on. The representation of herself and what the last four years had meant to her was hanging right inside those doors, and Paige was demanding she abandon it for whatever the dominant woman wanted of her. How was this even a choice?! Why was she seriously standing there considering leaving this seminal moment of her high school career?!

Rachel's fingertip hovered over the keyboard on her phone screen. She winced as she realized what she was about to do and her finger began typing on its own.

"Be right there." She texted and sent, her mind going blank as she hit the button.

She looked back at her friends in the doorway, shook her head and turned to the main walkway at the end of the high school arrival area that connected it to the rest of the complex. She started walking quickly, worried that if she went any slower she'd stop and turn back to the school.

"Rachel, what the hell?!" she heard Jenna call after her.

"I gotta go, I'll be back!" Rachel called back over her shoulder as she started to trot. Soon, she was around the corner and out of view from her perplexed friends.

A million contradictory thoughts swirled in Rachel's head as she ran as fast as the modest heels she wore could take her towards the empty middle school at the far end of the complex. Had she really just done that?! Was she really about to go do...this?!

The still warm autumnal air with just the slightest hint of chill nipped at Rachel's cheeks as she half-jogged, half-stumbled toward the designated rendezvous, her heart hammering against her ribs in a rhythm of fear and anticipation. She chastised herself with every step, a silent scream echoing in the hollows of her mind to turn around, to resist the pull that tugged her forward like a marionette on strings.

Her previous encounter with Paige flashed before her eyes in vivid detail, unbidden and uncontrollable. The way Paige's hands had felt on her skin, firm and possessing; the sharp intake of breath when surrender had eventually turned sweet; how it had felt to be pressed up against by an undeniably feminine body, the heat that had pooled low in her belly and spread like wildfire through every nerve ending. Rachel's body remembered even as her mind reeled from the recollection, an involuntary shiver tracing down her spine at the thought of Paige's touch returning.

Rachel arrived at the door to the empty middle school and wasn't all that surprised to find it unlocked. With a shaky hand, she pulled it open, her tummy filling with butterflies as she stepped inside.

The darkness inside was punctuated by shafts of dim light filtering in through the shuttered windows. Rachel's senses were immediately hit with the familiar, indescribably nostalgic smell of the middle school she'd attended years ago. The air was heavy with silence unique to a school building when it was empty, where every small sound seemed to echo endlessly in the hollow space.

She looked around for a moment, taking in the familiar yet different surroundings, half expecting Paige to be standing there in the shadows waiting for her. When she didn't immediately see her, Rachel felt a rush of relief that was quickly replaced with a sudden disappointment. Was all this just a cruel joke? Had Paige lured her away from her friends, from such an important event, just to stand her up and leave her humiliated? Given how their previous rendezvous had begun, Rachel thought it a genuine possibility.

Just as she was about to turn to leave, she heard it - a soft footfall behind her. Her heart leapt at the sound, and she spun around so fast her heel slipped slightly on the old linoleum floor.

And there was Paige.

Unbeknownst to Rachel, Paige had been keeping track of her new charge quite closely this whole time. While she hadn't made direct contact until today, Paige had followed all of the senior's movements since they parted. A girl who had shown that kind of potential was not someone Paige was keen to let out of her life. That encounter was never going to be their only time together, Paige had decided that on the ride home from dropping Rachel off. She had picked this day to strike given the symbolic importance for the seniors of Northridge High. She'd seen the notice about the silent auction and confirmed Rachel's name as one of the featured participants before formulating her plan to more permanently re-ensnare her delicious little Rachie.

Paige certainly didn't have the influence in this district to demand a key or access to the closed-for-the-weekend middle school as she could have in her own hometown, but as it turned out - she didn't need any of that. The old buildings of Northridge District Middle School were in dire need of an upgrade after all of the money had gone towards renovating the high school Rachel now attended. The result was that the run-down middle school had a myriad of forgotten entrances and secluded corners, and it was surprising how often the janitorial staff left a door ajar. Paige had simply needed only to try each door of the building and found entrance through a rear door that felt symbolically fitting given what she was about to do to a former student here.

Paige stood about halfway down the hallway, leaning casually against a classroom doorframe. Her jet-black hair was slicked back, shining under the faint ray of light from the single light on in the classroom. She wore tight black jeans and a partially unbuttoned striped white shirt that revealed tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage and the ink-black bra she wore beneath, contrasting starkly with her pale skin. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, showcasing sinewy forearms that spoke of restrained strength. Her feet were clad in heavy boots that rounded off the entire ensemble with a deliberate air of authority and control. Over one shoulder she had that same oversized bag she'd had in the locker room, and Rachel's eyes lingered on it nervously, wondering what tools of her own destruction might lie within.

Rachel found herself trapped in a momentary state of awe and fear. Paige, the woman who had done...all of this to her was finally here, standing right in front of her and she looked so...intense. Paige's attire was miles away from the soft femininity she had displayed during their last encounter--this was a far more masculine presentation, one that asserted dominance before a single word was spoken.

In contrast, Rachel stood there in her light, flowy dress, its floral pattern and soft fabric clinging to her body in a way that made her feel soft and almost exposed, with none of the shape of her feminine features obscured. Her attire spoke of innocence and vulnerability--a sharp juxtaposition to the edgy confidence oozing from Paige.

As Paige pushed off from the doorframe and turned into the classroom, beckoning her prey with a "come hither" motion of her fingers. There was no hesitation from Rachel as she quickly closed the gap and followed Paige into the dimly lit, eighth-grade classroom.

"Paige," Rachel stammered, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anticipation as she came through the doorway. "I... I came."

"Not yet you haven't, Fourteen." winked Paige as she sauntered closer. Rachel tensed up at the proximity, but Paige stepped past her to close the door behind them before turning back to the young woman. "But I am so, so glad you made the right choice to come see me today. Speaking of..."

Paige held out her hand expectantly. Rachel looked at it, confused until Paige motioned for the small handbag Rachel held, which contained her phone, wallet, and the keys to the beat-up car she'd driven to the silent auction, now parked clear across the complex. Paige made the slightest motion of her hand to indicate she intended for Rachel to put it in her oversized bag. Rachel gulped and blushed, somehow handing over her phone and keys, the means by which she could make a quick escape if she needed to, felt like a bridge too far.

But, as she looked into Paige's expectant eyes, her gaze coolly commanding, Rachel found herself tugging open the zip of her handbag and reluctantly pulling out her phone and keys before dropping them into Paige's oversized purse. The soft clinking sound as they hit the base of the bag seemed to echo in the nervously quiet room, a poignant reminder of the symbolic submission she had just made. With a slight nod of her head, Paige silently encouraged Rachel to just go ahead and dump everything else of hers into the bag. It seemed like the path of least resistance at this point, so Rachel complied, letting go of her small satchel and watching it and her remaining personal effects tumble into the dark abyss of Paige's seemingly bottomless tote.

Paige rewarded her with a slow, appreciative smile that curled up to meet her eyes in a gleam of satisfaction. "Good girl," she said, her voice a husky purr that sent shivers down Rachel's spine. With that, she turned to set her bag on the teacher's desk at the front of the room.

Paige closed the remaining distance between them in a few strides, pulling Rachel into a tight embrace. The senior went rigid for just a moment before she melted into Paige's stronger arms. She let out a deep sigh as she realized how much she'd been looking forward to, anticipating, needing this moment in spite of herself.

Paige's grip was firm but not painful. Her scent, a concoction of musk, spice, and a hint of something tantalizingly sweet, sent shivers down Rachel's spine. Paige exuded an aura that was at once comforting and predatory, and Rachel found herself drawn to it despite knowing the control it held over her.

Paige brushed Rachel's hair away from her face, her touch as tender as it was commanding. Her blue eyes held a spark of indiscernible emotion--was it pleasure? satisfaction? --as she took in the sight of the beautiful girl in her arms. Their bodies were close, too close, and Rachel could feel the heat radiating off Paige, enveloping her in a seductive warmth that threatened to melt away all her resistance.

"You missed me, didn't you Silverstein?" Paige murmured into Rachel's ear, her voice a soft growl that sent shivers down Rachel's spine.

As Rachel nodded shakily, Paige's fingers traced the outline of the younger girl's quivering lips before sliding into her mouth. The intrusion was sudden but somehow expected, and instead of pulling away, Rachel found herself sucking on Paige's fingers reflexively, a soft moan escaping her throat.

The taste in her mouth was intoxicating to Rachel. It sparked curiosity and need that hadn't existed weeks ago. She didn't know where this strange yearning originated from or why it seemed to multiply when she was around Paige. But what she did know was that it scared her, intrigued her, and excited her all at once. The thoughts and feelings and memories she'd been working so hard to bury or ignore were now flowing freely through her and she was feeling them with a STRONG intensity.

Paige noted Rachel's breathing get shaky and pulled her fingers out of the girl's mouth. They glistened in the dim light of the hallway with Rachel's saliva.

"You okay, little one?" Paige asked, rare genuine concern in her voice.

Rachel bit her lip and nodded back. She was okay now that she was back in Paige's embrace, that much she knew right now at least.

"Good then." Paige said with a wry smile as she slid her fingers back into Rachel's mouth.

Rachel's heartbeat quickened in her chest as Paige's fingers danced over her tongue, creating a cocktail of emotions hard to describe. It was humiliation mixed with an inexplicable desire for more of Paige's deliberate invasiveness.

Rachel's eyes widened as Paige's fingers moved down her tongue into the back of her throat.

"GaahughhaaH" the inexperienced young woman gagged, causing a wave of her saliva to push out of her mouth and dribble down her chin.

"Easy, girl" Paige cooed. She brought her fingers back to Rachel's tongue, prodding at it idly. "Guess we'll have to work on this skill for you, among others."

"gaughh?" Rachel asked, forgetting Paige's fingers in her curiosity.

Paige laughed at the noise that came out of Rachel's mouth. "Yes, it's a skill, Fourteen, and it starts with not trying to talk while my fingers are in your mouth, silly girl."

All Rachel could do was nod as the older woman continued to probe at her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. Paige pinched the end of Rachel's tongue with her thumb and forefinger before sliding her long dexterous fingers out of the soccer captain's mouth. She wiped her hand on the fabric of Rachel's dress that covered her right breast. A soft gasp escaped Rachel's mouth as she felt the warm moisture of her own spit linger on her chest.

"And here I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten our dynamic in the time we were apart."

Paige grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she teased Rachel. Her fingers danced over the damp spot on Rachel's dress, right over her nipple, causing it to perk up and create a point visible through the fabric.

"It uh, was quite a long time. I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Rachel admitted in a tone that tried not to betray just how she felt about that.

"I know, and I am sorry about that, Rachie, but I felt like I had to give you some space to see if you really wanted to come back to me after last time, you know?" Paige said intently, looking at the girl with a look of genuine compassion as she gently cupped her cheek.

"Um, I suppose that makes sense." Rachel lied. None of this made any sense to her, but she was desperate for Paige to see that she understood the older woman's bizarre logic that seemed so counter to her own.

"Glad you see it that way. That you chose to come see me when I called after all this time apart means that what we have is special, that what I want for you means something. Do you understand how profound that is?" Paige asked, moving closer to Rachel again as she held her face in her hand.

This was of course all part of Paige's manipulation. She had been so intrigued at how easily the self-assured soccer captain had buckled and allowed herself to be repeatedly violated, to the point of actively participating in it by the end of their last session, Paige was now determined to see just how far, and possibly how permanently, she could push this girl towards her own desires at the expense of the girls' own.

Paige withdrew her hand, leaving Rachel's cheek flushed and wanting. She took a step back, her gaze holding the younger girl captive as she did. "While I'm glad you made the decision, you need to be aware of what it means, Rachel. It means that you're accepting me, us, and everything that comes with it," Paige said, her eyes probing into Rachel's.

Rachel opened her mouth to respond to Paige's query when the memory of their intense kiss by Paige's car flooded through her mind. This spurned a new, sudden desire in the eighteen-year-old as she looked up at Paige.