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Subject: {ASSM} Leah (gg, auth - mild)
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 19:10:04 -0500
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Leah (gg)
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Leah had barely come in and hung up her coat when Stephanie
called from her study.

She opened the door to say hello and saw Stephanie relaxing on
her leather chair, reading a book.  Even though it was the
beginning of October, and cool, the window beside her was open.
She looked up, 'come in, and close the door; there's no point in
letting all the heat out'.

Leah put her bag of books down, closed the door, and then
stepped a little further into the room, coming to a standing
halt on the rug.  There was nowhere immediately obvious to sit;
the office chair that was usually available was tucked under the
desk, and anyway suddenly she didn't feel comfortable enough to
pull it out and sit down.  She wondered if Stephanie had
discovered, and if this was the catastrophic moment she had been
fearing.  Stephanie's tone was perfectly friendly, but it also
had a slight but unnerving ironic edge to it, as if she were
enjoying a private joke with herself.  By itself, that would
enough to make Leah anxious with guilt, but it was compounded
with Stephanie's scent, the mixture of her and her perfume,
which, even with the open window, was clearly present in the
room, and which always made her nervily queasy with lust.

'How goes the hunt for permanent digs?'  Stephanie asked her.

'Probably not as well, because not as determinedly, as it
should', Leah replied, 'you know it will be difficult to get
accustomed to less, she waved vaguely, encompassing the house
and its contents, 'but I suppose the longer I leave it, the
worse it will be'.  She gave a relieved smile, as soon as she
was able to settle her mind, and reassure herself that the
question was innocent.  'A lot less.  I've been really busy
these first few weeks, but I appreciate that I can't stay here
forever.  Now that things are settling down, it won't be long
now.  Don't worry; you won't have to throw me out.

'I'm not worried, and doubt I'll have to throw you out.'
Stephanie smiled.  The faint irony in her voice was still there.
She continued, casually, 'By the way, could you do something for
me?'.

Leah nodded ingratiatingly.  Stephanie, she thought, had no idea
how much she would be willing to do.

'Take off your sweatshirt.'

The order took her completely unprepared.  Her knees nearly
buckled on the spot.  Without thinking, she reached for the hem
of her sweatshirt, before she was able to gather herself, and,
on the principle of nothing to lose, try to brazen it out, she
stopped.  'What!'

'I said take off your sweatshirt.  I want to see what you're
wearing underneath it.'

'Why?'  Leah croaked.

'You don't know?  Of course you know, but I'll tell you anyway.
I've noticed a little bit more disorder in the corners of my
bedroom than I can account for in the last couple of weeks or
so.  For instance my private movie collection is sometimes not
quite the way I left it.  And my underwear has starting going
temporarily AWOL on its way to the laundry.  So I've done some
investigating.  That investigating included a look in some of
the corners of your bedroom.  And guess what I discovered?'
Leah turned white.  'I discovered a whole new side to you'.

'Under your pillow I found one of my silk vests, which I was
wearing earlier this week.  I also found a couple of my movies.'
She smiled again at Leah, and continued in the same, friendly,
tone, which to Leah was completely incongruous, and now
terrifying.  'You know, Leah, I was surprised.  There was I
thinking that you were getting your rocks off in the evening to
Richard Rorty or something, and all the time you were getting
your rocks off to my dirty underwear and movies.  Which movies,
by the way, did you like best?'

Leah remained silent.  It was all she could do to stay standing
in the mess of fear - at the embarrassment: her family and friends
would hear - and despair - that Stephanie was going to throw her
out.

'Anyway, there is something else missing', Stephanie continued,
'which I couldn't find in your room: what I was wearing
yesterday.  And I am sitting here speculating that you are
actually wearing it at the moment.  Thus, to confirm or refute
this, I'd like you to remove your sweatshirt.  Off!'  The last
word was delivered as a clear imperative.

Leah had no idea what she could do.  She dumbly reached down and
pulled her sweatshirt over her head, to reveal Stephanie's silk
vest and bra.

'And now your jeans, please.'  Back to that same friendly,
amused tone.  Leah reached for the buckle of her jeans, but
Stephanie interrupted her, 'socks and shoes first, please.  Silk
lingerie with stockings maybe, but I'm afraid that silk lingerie
with sensible woollen socks does nothing for me.'

Leah, dutifully and silently bent and took off her footwear,
then, unbuckling and unbuttoning her jeans, she slipped them off
to leave herself standing in the middle of the room wearing only
Stephanie's underwear.  Because of the open window, the room had
felt cool; now, practically naked, she could feel her skin
puckering into goosebumps, and the pile of the rug under her now
bare feet.  She looked at Stephanie directly for the first time,
finally finding a little defiance.

Stephanie looked her up and down 'very nice.  It certainly suits
you.  And we seem to be the same size; though you're maybe a
size bigger on top - that looks a little tight, is it?'

Leah nodded nervously.  She had recovered enough presence of
mind to start wondering where this was leading.

'You didn't answer my question, Leah.  Which movies did you like
best?  You'll have noticed that my little library is very
focussed.'

Leah remained still.

Stephanie paused again, for an almost unbearable length of time,
just looking at her, then continued, relentlessly.  'Leah, have
you ever fucked - or been fucked - by another girl, or have you
only watched it in movies? In my movies?'

Leah shook her head, but again said nothing.  She was getting
more and more confused.  She was gradually realising, though she
could not comprehend why, that she was no-longer sick with fear;
she was frightened, yes, but her fear was being simply
overwhelmed by other emotions, she realised that she was almost
shaking not with fear but with arousal.  Simply standing in
front of Stephanie, in the cold, wearing nothing but Stephanie's
pilfered underthings, exposed for rummaging in Stephanie's
bedroom, she could feel her nipple hardening.  She was sure that
Stephanie must be able to smell her.  She could certainly smell
herself.

'Come closer, Leah' Stephanie beckoned, and Leah moved
automaton-like to stand in front the chair, which placed her
directly in the light breeze coming through the window.
Stephanie reached out and brushed her stomach thoughtfully with
the tips of her fingers.  Already tense from nerves and cold, it
twitched and spasmed in response.  Then she caught her finger in
the waistband of Leahs panties, and ran it from one side to the
other, straightening imaginary kinks.  She took her hand away
again, and paused as if thinking, then she reached out again,
and bending her index finger, she ran the first joint down the
front silk panel of the panties, from the top to between Leah's
legs, then back up, pushing enough so that it caught just
below her clitoris.  Then suddenly she pushed it in a little
further.  Leah's legs nearly buckled.  Stephanie pulled her
finger back, without appearing to notice the reaction, and
contemplated the dark wet patch that had appeared where her
finger had been.  She lifted her finger joint to her nose, and
sniffed it, looking up at Leah.  'Aren't we quite the little
slut, Leah.  I would never have guessed.  You know you smell
like a freshly sharpened pencil down here'.  She paused, and
then added 'and very nice too.' Pause.  'You also smell horny as
hell.'

Leah had no idea what to say to this, or what it was supposed to
imply.  It was certainly true.

'Leah, this situation has to be resolved.'  She smiled upwards,
her voice still incongruously cool and amused.  'You can't
continue sneaking into my room, borrowing my lingerie and dirty
movies and jerking off to them.  If nothing else, it's
undignified.'

'One resolution would, of course, be for you simply to move out
right away, and then we could pretend this never happened.  But
you have just told me that that's not possible, unless I am to
throw you into the street, which I certainly don't want to do.
And anyway I suspect that you really don't want that either.
Thus let's call that the fallback solution, and see if we can't
explore some better alternatives first.'

Leah nodded dumbly.  Where was this leading, she wondered,
confused.

'You can find one possible better alternative in the bedside
table in my room.  It comes in two parts; why don't you go get
it for me.'

Leah looked confusedly at Stephanie.

'Well, go on, go get it out of my drawer.  You can't stand
around like that forever.'  Stephanie picked up the book she had
been reading, and opened it, dismissing the woman in front of her.

Leah backed away towards the door.  She wasn't sure she wanted
to know what might be in that drawer.  And she was not sure she
wanted to face the reality of what had until now been a firmly,
if with occasional difficulty, controlled fantasy.  An
unanticipated, apparently available, not to mention 'amused',
Stephanie was a lot more intimidating than the Stephanie in her
head, or the breezy day-to-day Stephanie on whom she had
developed a huge crush.  She felt the door handle behind her,
grabbed it, stepped out into the hallway again, and without
thinking, pulled the door closed behind her.

In the hall, she tried to gather her thoughts and took some deep
breaths.  The relief and nervousness nearly drove her into the
nearest bathroom to be sick.  She stood there for a minute or
two, simply to let her stomach settle, and relaxed in the warmer
air.  What to do?  She wanted to run away, but she realised that
mostly what she wanted to run away from was her arousal.  Why
was she so turned on?  Even on an ordinary day, Stephanie could
sometimes, just by innocently standing too close, leave her in a
condition where she could barely stand.  This was not an
ordinary day; it was a catastrophically bad day, so why was she
so aroused that she felt like retching?

A little steadier on her feet, Leah started towards the stairs,
trying to tell herself that she was not sure if she was going to
go to her bedroom, grab some clothes, and run away, or if she
was going to go to Stephanie's room, and see what was in that
drawer.  Either choice was fatal, but which fate to choose?  She
already knew the answer, even before she reached her own room,
and, finding the door locked, realised that she didn't have a
choice anyway.  She continued on to Stephanie's much larger
room.  More together now, she tugged a couple of the wardrobe
doors and drawers, and realised that they were also locked.  If
she really wanted to run away, she would have to run away
wearing only stolen underclothes.

The bedside drawer, however, opened without a problem.  Her
stomach turned immediately when she saw the big dildo lying
there.  She had never seen such a thing up close in real life,
only in Stephanie's videos.  Her first thought of whether she
really wanted to go through with this was immediately followed
with a comical inversion: Did she really want this to go through
her?  She picked it up, cautiously; its cool, slightly slack
weight lay in her hand almost like a gun.  Lying beside it was a
tube of something, which she also picked up; there was nothing
else in the drawer.

Back downstairs, standing in front of the door to Stephanie's
study, she paused.  She stood there for a minute or more,
wondering what to do, how to announce that she was back?  In the
end she simply knocked, and regretted it immediately.  Why, she
asked herself, did she knock?  Knocking seemed comically, almost
surreally inappropriate: a normal, conventional, everyday sort
of gesture, the sort of thing you did before going through a
door to discuss a form or something with a mid-ranking
bureaucrat, or some minor issue with your boss.  Knocking was
not what you did before going through a door to do whatever it
was Stephanie had in mind.

'Come in', Stephanie called, and Leah opened the door and
entered back into the cold air of the study.

'Is this what you meant?', she asked, holding - waving, she
suddenly thought - the toy up in one hand, like a slightly wobbly
banana.  She felt ridiculous.

Stephanie didn't laugh, 'Yes that's what I meant.'  She paused,
'now we both know that you know, at least in theory, how to use
that thing, but have you any practical experience?'

Leah shook her head dumbly.

'Really, you've managed to get to your age without ever trying
one?  How fascinating.  Well it seems that your education is
about to continue after hours.  Come over here'.

Leah moved over to where she had been standing before, close to
Stephanie in the chair.

Stephanie again reached out, and hooked the waistband of her
panties.  This time she ran her finger down the seam around one
leg, so that it dragged through Leah's pubic hair.  She rubbed
it back and forth a little, appreciating the texture of Leah's
hair, then moved down to between her legs.

Suddenly, Leah could feel the fingertip, first between her now
swollen and moist pussy lips, and then working its way into her
cunt.  It was all she could do to remain standing as Stephanie
embedded her finger inside her, all the way to the knuckle.

Stephanie felt the way Leah's cunt contracted around her finger,
and, even though she could tell that the woman was on the verge of
collapsing, continued to tease her for a moment, paying no
attention to anything but her cunt, and drawing a steady stream
of incoherent moans.  Then she drew the finger suddenly out, and
indicated the toy that was still in Leah's hand.  'Put it into
yourself.'  The sentence was delivered as if she were
asking Leah to leave a book on the table.

Leah took a moment to recover from the stimulation, and then the
frustration of the stimulation being taken away. Then after
contemplating the thing in her hand, slowly, shaking, began to
push down her panties.

'No, don't take your - my - panties off; go round them.'
Stephanie thought a second, 'You can take the bra off though'.
Then, as a second afterthought, she said, 'and you realise that
it's probably a good idea to lubricate that thing first.'

Leah clumsily took off the bra from under her - Stephanie's, she
reminded herself - silk vest.  Her nipples hardened even further
in the cold air that blew across her goosebumped breasts and,
released from the bra, raised little peaks in the vest.  Then
she opened the tube of gel and smeared the toy liberally.  The
gel made it cold and slippery, but not slimy.  She found
herself wondered what it would feel like as it went into her; it
was much bigger than Stephanie's finger.

'On all fours please, facing me'.

Leah got down.  She was so close to Stephanie that it was
difficult and uncomfortable to lift her head enough to see her
properly.  She clutched the toy in one hand, and reaching back
between her legs, she tried to insert it in herself.  It was not
as easy as it looked in the movies, she found.

'Your lack of experience is showing, Leah', Stephanie's amused
voice told her.  'Here, let me help.'  She leant over Leah's
torso and, pulling the now wet fabric of the panties aside and
spreading the revealed exposed pussy lips with a pair of
fingers, slowly and precisely guided the big sex toy in her,
eliciting incoherent gurgles of pleasure as she did so.

Having put the toy in, she moved it in and out a little, and
then said, 'Here, you hold it in, and placed Leah's hand on it.
Then she reached under to find her clitoris, and rubbed it
tantalizingly with a finger.  'Leah, do you want me to make you
cum?'.

Leah, on all fours, head hanging, with her hand on the shaft of
the dildo that was filling her up, and her mind only on what was
happening between her legs, could only make a begging whimper.

'Well, we don't want it to happen too fast, do we?'  Stephanie
moved her hand up from Leah's pussy to caress the sides of her
hanging breasts through the silk vest.  Moving up further, she
rubbed her finger under Leah's nose, and slipped it into her
mouth.  'Here Leah, this is what you smell like.  Don't you
smell nice?'.  She lifted her hands to caress Leah's face and
hair.  She leant lower, to nuzzle her hair.  'Your hair smells
nice too, do I smell this nice?  Do I turn you on?'.  As she
said this, she moved one hand to tweak Leah's nipple.  Then she
reached forward again to Leah's clitoris, and started rubbing it
hard.  'Now', she whispered in her ear, 'cum for Stephanie,
Leah'.

Leah came hugely and immediately.  She let out a quiet shriek,
her arm gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor, to lie
panting, and sweating in spite of the cold.  As she recovered,
the dildo oozed out of her and fall with a gentle thump on the
floor.

It took her a few minutes before she was able to prop herself up
onto her knees the floor and look up, still dazed, at
Stephanie.  What now, she wondered.

'Now make me cum, Leah.  With your mouth',  Stephanie simply
said.  She lay back a little, and spread her legs, flicked her
skirt to one side so that Leah could see that she wasn't wearing
any panties.

Leah didn't need any further encouragement.  She got onto all
fours again, and scampered to Stephanie's pussy, which she could
now tell was moist and swollen and reeking of sex like her own.
It was only now that she realised that Stephanie must have been
already dripping at the moment she stepped into the room to say
hello - if she hadn't been so nervous she would have noticed it
immediately.

The problem was that her enthusiasm was balanced by lack of
experience; she had never actually gone down on a woman before.
'No, better, get onto your back', said Stephanie, after a few
moments of her fumbling.  Leah had no objections.  She lay down
on the rug while Stephanie moved off the chair and straddled her
face.  Now she was able to lick Stephanie to orgasm, while
Stephanie caressed her body and pussy through, and with, the
silk she was wearing.  Stephanie took her hands and placed them on
her own breasts so she could caress them.  Stephanie soon came, and as she
did so she fell gently forward with a moan to rest with her head
on Leah's crotch, gently kissing, in an unfocussed post-coital
daze, the insides of her thighs.  After a while she started
working her way up, kissing her way across Leah's tummy and
breasts, until they were kissing each other mouth to mouth.
This took a long time.

Leah would have been happy to lie there, even in the cold, but
Stephanie finally roused herself, and sat up, so that Leah's
head was lying between her knees.  She leant down and kissed her
again.  Then she smiled, 'as I said, I doubt I'll have to throw
you out' Then her tone took on the ironic, slightly amused note
she had used earlier, 'however, there are a few new rules. The
core rule is that I'm the boss - you do what I say.'

Leah nodded happily up at her.

'Now put your clothes back on and go open the bottle of wine in
the fridge.  I'll be waiting for you in the living room; it's
warmer there.

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