Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II
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Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II
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14-01-2023, 01:08 PM
Fantastic updates bro. I was waiting for you to add more local characters like in previous parts but when went through the last paragraph I think you can give us more than what we expect. Eagerly waiting for the next part.
14-01-2023, 08:23 PM
Im expecting to add some amount of cheating followed by cuck.. by cheating, i mean she sleeping with husbands enemy.. like that
15-01-2023, 10:50 PM
Chapter- 15
After the tour we returned to our normal life, Yash busy with his projects, Tina's college got started. It was on the fourth week of her college when I got a call.
“That was your college on the phone…you’ve been skipping classes Tina…” I said to Tina entering into her room.
“Sorry Di…I went the first day…but it was so different…I didn’t know anyone…I don’t think I fit in there…I'll pretend to be ill today...tomorrow I'll attend the college...” Tina said.
“Why not today…” I asked.
“I’ve an interview for a training job today in AMS…” Tina replied and shrugged her shoulders.
“They’re sending a security guy around to collect you this morning…they’ve strict rules about attendance…we’ll get into trouble…if you don’t go today…they’ll fine Yash for letting you run loose…” I said.
“Can’t you phone the college and put them off?” Tina asked.
“I know AMS is a big company…getting job there is a big thing…you could have had a day off…if your attendance had been perfect…but you’re skipping your classes from the second day of your college…You’ve got to go...its important…” I replied.
“You could talk to the security guy and explain…” Tina said.
“I can’t imagine he’ll take much notice…he’ll just say he has orders to bring you in…the principal explained you’re going to rehab class…and that is your last chance…” I explained.
“That sounds harsh…” Tina complained.
“What are we to do? You can’t be in two places at once…” I said, sounding harassed.
“Why don’t you take my place at college…you look young enough…” Tina teased, with a smirk.
“Don’t be silly…you’re nineteen and I’m twenty-six…” I objected.
“If you wore my flat shoes and uniform…you’d pass…wear your hair down to hide your face… act like a teen…no one knows me at college…so it might work…” Tina playfully suggested.
“That’s a great idea…” Yash said, we were busy in our talk that we didn’t noticed Yash presence in the room.
“I don’t think…I can do this Yash…” I replied.
“Of course, you can…see yourself…you look younger than Tina…you got a baby face…no one know her in college…making easy for you…you could pass as a nineteen-year-old college girl quite easily…” Yash said, sipping his morning tea.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell her…she can pass…” Tina said as she kissed Yash, mocking me with her eyes.
“While I talk him around...you can just sit there…you won’t have to say a word…I can work on him…after all…he’s only a man…” Tina suggested. Soon we were in Tina’s bedroom, finished our shower and were in our gowns.
“Don’t be so negative…come on…just try this…” Tina firmly said.
“You’re just teasing me…you know I get embarrassed when people ask for my Id…I’ve to be careful with clothes and with makeup…so…no…it’s out of the question….” I crossly spoke. Tina cajoled me, while I complained she helped me get dressed, she pulled the clothes on me while I continued to protest it wouldn’t work.
“It’s surprising…I can get into your uniform…the blouse is a size too small…skirt is too tight around my hips…Come on, Tina…I can’t do this…I’ll have to change out of the uniform… it’s too ridiculous…I should talk to Yash…” I said.
“Come on Di…try it…I can make it work…you know I can…moreover Yash would love seeing you in college uniform…” Tina cajoled me.
“You’ve got a forceful nature…I do wish I could be more influential with people…I just see their side of things all the time…and gave in…I look silly in your uniform…” I heavily sighed.
“Come on…cheer up…you’ll pass…” Tina said. The blouse was a bit tight because I’d larger breasts than her. The skirt was a bit short, because it had to go over larger hips and a larger bottom. Tina had to admit, the white ankle socks looked funny on me, but she didn’t let on. She was as tall as me, and looked older than nineteen, her forceful dominant nature was inherited from our father. In contrast I was a pushover and was prone to following others rather than making my own decisions. Tina knew she looked older than nineteen, from ordering drinks at the bar, I complained about wearing the college uniform but hadn’t taken it off. Tina could see I was fascinated to find her uniform fit; she keeps on working on me.
Soon, I stood still cringing at the teenager looking back from the mirror, my eye shadow was thick and black, more like a tart would wear; but I knew some girls wore makeup like this so I wouldn’t look out of place. My lipstick was dark brown and hung heavy on my lips; normally I wore light pinks and soft reds. I was busy admiring myself in the mirror when I saw behind me in the mirror. I turned round quickly not believing the reflection, there she stood in my white skirt suit 4 inches off the knee with black tights and her own black court shoes. Her hair was up on top of her head in my clips, my black silk blouse was open to just below her breasts, showing a little of the soft round curves, everyone would see she was bra-less. Her makeup was similar to how I wore it, apart from the heavy red lipstick; she wore my pearl necklace and matching earrings. She even wore those fake glasses that you get with a classy frame, it made her look older than 23.
“Let’s go and wait for the security guy…” Tina coaxed me, then I noticed my wedding ring on her finger.
“Tina…that’s my wedding ring…” I mumbled pathetically.
“Come on Di…just how the hell…do you think…I’ll look…if I don’t wear a wedding ring…I’m supposed to be married to Yash…” Tina replied, grabbed my arm to guide me downstairs. I went downstairs feeling nervous as hell.
“Yash…how do I look?” I mumbled. Two set of eyes ran over my body, he scratched his head and then looked between me and Tina.
“Wow…you look great in her uniform…running late for office dear…otherwise I would have fucked you right now...” Yash replied and continued “Look I know you're nervous...just act calm...otherwise you’ll piss it…I bet you get few boys asking for dates…maybe a few teachers too…just act like a nineteen-year-old girl…”
“I don’t know…” I whimpered.
“I knew you can…remember when I told you for open marriage thing…you denied at first… saying you can’t do it…but then you did it…same way I know…you can do this…it just for a day…I’m going to office…remember just stay calm…” Yash said and left for his office and I started giggling like a collegegirl, it took a while to stop; the release of emotion helped, I’d never been good at making decisions and especially bad at confronting people. At least I felt more relaxed after the outburst.
“You OK, Reema?” Tina asked.
“I want to change…this is terrible…the hem is a bit short…” I said. Tina was about to say it was perfect for a nineteen-year-old, but thought better of it. The last thing I wanted to hear, is that I looked like a cute teen. All I’d to do was pretend to be Tina.
“Don’t worry…you’ll pass…I’ll keep talking while you keep your head down…you’ve got a cute baby face…don’t stand so straight…slump like an adolescent who hates college…” Tina advised.
“You mean…an adolescent who hates everything…” I giggled.
The doorbell rang and I froze, with a look of fear on my face. “I can’t…” I complained.
“Don’t worry…just sit there…it’s too late now…we haven’t time to change…” Tina said and pushed me back down on the sofa, took my face in both hands; looked into my eyes and said “Sit still…don’t fidget…you’ve been a naughty girl…bunking off college…now be a good girl …or I’ll spank you in front of the college man…” I quietened down under the heavy speech.
“Sorry…I’ll be a good girl…” I murmured. Tina opened the front door and invited the man in. I was now trapped, unable to escape when the big security guy entered the room. At that moment I wished I wasn’t so compliant and had been able to say that simple little word, no. With more conviction in her voice and stance, I still couldn’t be as convincing as Tina, trying to tell the man I was the elder sister, not her, was now out of the question.
“Hi…come on in…you must be from the college…” Tina cheerfully welcomed him.
“Mrs. Sharma…nice to meet you…I’m James…I’m here to take Tina to college…” James announced.
“Stand up Tina…show some respect to Mr. James…” Tina crossly spoke.
“Hello Sir…” I said meekly.
“I’m used to the bad behaviour of students…It’s nice to see you teach good manners… Mrs. Sharma…” James said. The big guy hardly glanced at me, I stood to one side being ignored, while they talked about this and that. Being dismissed by them, left me feeling even more like an unimportant collegegirl. Maybe it was working, as Tina was keeping his interest and winning him around. He was certainly taking notice of what she had to say. I cringed, on noticing him staring down my younger sister’s cleavage. No wonder Tina held his interest. James was looking down her blouse, and she gave him ample opportunity, it was fun to tease the guy, so leaned forward with everything on show. If he laughed about her with friends, it would be my reputation harmed, not hers.
“Ouch…I’ve got cramp…” Tina said and put a hand on his shoulder for support.
“Can I help?” James said looking concerned.“Massage my leg…it’s painful…” Tina cried out a lie. In an instant he was on the floor at her feet, massaging her leg; she hadn’t said where it hurt. Her head was back with a grimace, closing her eyes. He was happy exploring; his hands worked their way up from her calf.
“Oh…that’s better…keep going…the cramp travels up my leg sometimes…” Tina explained. He hesitated massaging her upper thigh, so kept just above the knee; she’d pulled the skirt up, showing off stocking tops, which were inches from his nose. She was tempted to go further, but that would be stretching things too much.
“Thank you so much…you don’t know how painful it is…you’re so kind…” Tina gushed. He repeatedly interrupted her thanks, saying it was nothing. She looked at him through long, false eyelashes, after flirting since he walked in; she expected him to cave in. I watched her working on the man, she had a hand on his arm, bringing him into close contact; the poor guy thought she was a married woman and he was interested. Tina licked her lips, slowly. Watching my younger sister outrageously flirting with a stranger was amusing, for I knew he would be shocked if he found out she was just nineteen. Then it occurred to me, Tina was tarnishing my reputation.
“I’m sorry, Mrs Sharma…my orders are to deliver the girl to college…we’re strict over the attendance rules…and look sternly upon families who flout them…if she don’t go today…she would be overdue by a full three weeks…would have to go to an assessment centre…it’s a harsh regime there…designed for out-of-control adolescents…you wouldn’t want your younger sister to go there…” James stated, looking serious. Tina looked at me, standing quietly wondering how to get out of this charade. Of course, I didn’t like the idea of my younger sister going there. We didn’t notice his quick move.
“It’s been nice talking to you, Mrs. Sharma…I’ve got to go…maybe I can catch up with you some time…” he said with a smile.
“Sure…I’d like that…” Tina smiled back. He took a firm grip of my wrists, plastic cuffed them and propelled me out the door. My feet hardly touched the ground, he was right, he was used to dealing with truanting adolescents. Tina watched me being shoved into the back of a car, the woeful look on my face, staring out the car window was pitiful. Tina closed the door and leaned back on it, she laughed and couldn’t stop for a while; it was close to hysteria, her ribs ached and she was short of breath. She’d just sent her elder sister back to high college.
Friends, I was thinking of posting this on Tuesday but then I thought of giving you all a 'Makar Sankranti' special. Hope you like the idea. What going to be happen next? James was busy with Tina so he didn't noticed Reema but what you guys think? Reema will pass as Tina in college or is she going to get caught. Just keep replying me with your thoughts 
17-01-2023, 05:10 AM
Awesome update....and also taking your story to your strong theme of humiliation...
Hats off to your lovely writing
17-01-2023, 10:21 PM
Chapter- 16
I was dumped on a hard chair outside the administration office, they knew what they were doing because there was no way through security without a pass. Facing a day at college was purgatory for me. Some of the nineteen-year-old girls wore their skirts as shorts as mine, except I was twenty-six and it fell awful showing off so much thigh. Tina had been right about something, none of the staff bothered to look at me properly and didn’t notice I was older than nineteen.
“Here…Tina…face the camera…” the exasperated woman said, the camera clicked and the woman made approving noises. “All this should have been done the day you’re registered…Go sit over there…until I call you…” She said.
‘They’re going to discover the subterfuge any moment; they would look at her, or the photo and demand to know who I really was.’ I thought, I took a step to leave the office, then halted; before me was a mirror, a gasp was sucked between my lips. “Oh God! It can’t be me…” I whispered. A girl wearing the same uniform nudged me, as I was blocking the door; it was even more of a shock to see we looked so much alike. My breasts were more developed but the nineteen-year-old girl was identical. Unable to see anything except the shocking image, I staggered through the door. I sat plonked down on a hard seat and my leg began bouncing with fear. Me the adult, mature woman ceased to exist, in the mirror she’d seen a fresh faces collegegirl; looking startled and fearful. The college uniform fit better than I thought! No wonder I was getting away with the lie, I was no longer a woman, I was a collegegirl.
“What are you in for?” A guy asked. He was wearing a rough approximation of the college uniform, and I didn’t like the look of him; ignoring him was the only thing to do. Being reduced in status to collegegirl, I’d to do as I was told and that was to wait here.
“You’re still cuffed…someone should have removed them when brought through security… you must be tough character…” He snorted and dug me in the ribs to extract a reaction. His hand went up to a breast and he squeezed it.
“Stop that…” I hissed.
“You can’t do much about it…” he grinned. “Nice pair…” he said while mauling a breast.
“Stop it…you boy…someone will see…” I whispered while trying to shake him off. Telling him I was an adult and should be treated with respect wasn’t going to work. My hands were tied behind my back, pushing my breasts out as though an offer. He was taking it that way.
I’m nineteen…I’m not a boy…” he told me.
“Please…stop it…” I desperately tried. I turned away from the office window, to face him It looked to him as though I was making a gift of them, he made the most of it; it was a rough handling and not arousing in the least. The fear of being caught as a mature woman, letting a teenager maul my breasts was exhilarating. It was stimulating in a strange way; the whole situation drove me into thinking of myself a collegegirl; with a naughty collegeboy fiddling with me naughty bits. Not knowing whether to encourage him or spit at him was confusing.
“Trevor…leave the girl alone…Tina…I’m putting you down for a demerit…that sort of thing is not tolerated outside the principal’s office…or anywhere else in college…” She quickly added.
“Silence girl…I won’t listen…I’ve heard all the excuses over the years…I hope for your sake… you’re not a slut…don’t let young men take advantage of you…they won’t think highly of you if you do…” the woman lectured. I felt terrible, I wasn’t an innocent adolescent, I am a mature woman, being told not to let boys touch my breasts. It was humiliating, it had me feeling like a naughty collegegirl.
“Here’s your Id…put it around your neck girl…keep it there all times…Oh! I see…come here …I’ll cut those cuffs off…she will take you to the rehab class…behave yourself this week… then you can re-join your proper class next week…and remember be a good girl…” the woman sent the sentiment after me. I stuttered so badly, I missed my chance to explain the mistake, and to get out of the damn college. The woman saw what happened with that boy, making me too nervous and ashamed to explain anything quickly enough. In any case, the woman saw an embarrassed collegegirl, so complaining wouldn’t do much good. The woman cut off the cuffs and pushed me out the door. I looked at the new Id hanging around my neck and cringed, looking like a collegegirl didn’t help!
The college smell was dreadful in my nostrils and with every breath it was invading my body.
“I shouldn’t be here…” I pathetically whined.
“Don’t tell me…I’m not interested…I’m escorting you…as I missed a day…every moment I’m here with you…I’m missing a part of a lesson…will have to make up the time after college …here we are…Miss. Debry’s class…little advice…don’t mess with her…girl…” The skinny one said and walked off. I walked in and showed my Id when asked for it, I heard the door click behind me and terrible feeling of being trapped silenced me.
“Ok…Kavita…don’t give me excuse…I know you shouldn’t be here…I’ve heard it all before …ask any of them here…they’ll give you a new set of imaginative excuse…” Miss Derby growled. I closed my mouth without getting out much of my story, rehearsing the story in my head was one thing; but telling this teacher seemed a bad idea. Telling someone I was the elder sister and that my younger sister should be here, would be a great joke. Expecting to be asked why I looked too old to be a student, I held the story ready. Except, no one had challenger me, as they just assumed, I was who I was supposed to be. Especially as I wore a college uniform. Even the Id photo conspired against me, in the photo I looked young enough and the date of birth confirmed it. I gave them my real birthday with Tina’s year and the administration woman didn’t question it. She just typed it into the computer to officially record me as Tina, a nineteen-year-old.
The walk to a vacant desk was embarrassing, my bag bumped a couple of guys on the way; and I received rude comments. One of them said he would bump me later, and I didn’t need an interpreter to figure out what that meant. Sitting down on the wooden seat made me sit up straight, I pulled at the skirt, trying to stretch the hem. The feel of my bare bottom on a classroom chair was awful. Wearing a thong wasn’t advisable in a classroom shared with unruly boys. I’d changed into a college uniform but still wore my usual underwear, wearing a sexy bra and panties; under a well fitted skirt was alright. It gave me a boost of confidence, which I needed. In this classroom the blouse was too tight and the skirt was too short, wearing skimpy underwear in a classroom full of delinquent boys wasn’t a good idea.
It was partly that my breasts were bigger than Tina’s which made the blouse too tight, my breasts were bigger than the other girls in class which put a slight smile on my face. It hadn’t been like that in high college before this, my waist was slim; so, the skirt fitted. Pulled over my larger hips, it was far too short for a mature woman, the other girls wore them just as short so this was nothing out of the ordinary. What am I thinking? Other girls? I’m not one of the girls! I’m not a collegegirl! Sitting in class at my age was mistake, though what could I do now, except carry on with the deception. No one was going to listen to why I was here. Whatever I said, no one was going to let me leave, so it had to be endured. A question took me by surprise.
“Tina…are you a part of this class?” the teacher asked.
“Sorry Miss…it’s Hibernation…in winter…” I wondered if that was anything like an answer to what had been asked.
“Ok…Tina…you’ve joined us now…good girl…” Miss Derby smiled. I felt a pleasant warm feeling from the praise, answering other questions helped me to relax and feel good. The good feeling continued through to lunchtime, as I found the collegework so much easier this time around. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all, I scrambled through Tina’s bag looking for lunch; I’d prepared it earlier this morning. In rehab classes we weren’t allowed out of the classroom for breaks or even lunch. For a toiled break we went in pairs, the idea being; if one of us ran off from college, the other would face a punishment, so we monitored each other.
“Hi…Tina…I’ll be your pair for a toilet break…so, when you go…I go…” Carol introduced herself and said.
“Oh…Ok…Right…” I flustered, just as I did back in high college.
“You ok…I’m one of the alright ones here…I guess you’ll have to make that decision for yourself…” Carol laughed.
“Sit with me for lunch…” I asked Carol, we chatted with Carol my new friend taking over. I was trying to pick up new words or at least variations on the old words and phrases like cool, yea. Carol kept steering the conversation back to her boyfriend.
“Cool…he sounds alright…” I commented.
“Wait to you meet him…you’re not grounded are you…” Carol asked.
“No…I can go out whenever I like…” I laughed.
“We could meet up at his club…the four of us…what about your boyfriend…tell me about him…” Carol demanded.
“Well…he’s back in North High…so, I won’t be seeing him…he’s probably shacked up with some slut by now…” I replied as I thought of Yash.
“You look sad…you must miss him Tina…” Carol said.
“No…not him…looking forward to meeting a new guy…” I replied and smiled.
“Paul sits by you…he’s nice…knows it too…so he kind of moves in before you have a chance to think of saying no…he knows his way around…so be careful…” Carol said. Lunch was over and the serious business of pretending to be a student continued, it was a lot easier now I’d relaxed into the routine. Nothing had changed since I left college, it was just that the students in this class were more forward than the time I used to go college. At first, I’d hoped to be found out, once settled into the classroom, I began to like the idea of pretending to be a student. Answers to questions in geography came back to me as I read through a test paper. I settled down to ticking the boxes, enjoying the fact I at last felt confident in college.
“Pass the papers forward…I’ll mark them…while you study for the exams…get into pairs to test each other…” Miss Derby told us. Tina was wrong, when she said no one would check her out; all the boys in this class had, and they made their opinions known. Although some of the remarks were crude, it still left me feeling good, just being noticed was something a novelty, and a thrill. A boy brought his chair over to sit close.
“Hi Tina…I’m Paul…I’m your pair…do you want to suck on me…” Paul said. I tried to recall what Carol said about him, he’d a bright smile and looked nice. Was that what she said that he was nice? I wasn’t sure whether to pretend not to understand, or just ignore him; I opened the book we were supposed to study. Out of the corner of an eye I got the impression of a handsome young man of nineteen.
“You’re not juicy enough for me…” I blurted out. Paul laughed lightly and his eyes danced over my body, he was closely checking me out; and I caught myself hoping he would like what he saw. It was a silly thought, for he was only nineteen, although rude, it was the only chat-up line I’d had for several years. I unconsciously adjusted the blouse, pulling it tighter round my bust. The skirt was pulled at, to no effect.
“You should try it before rejecting it…I won’t reject you…until I’ve tried you out…” he smiled with light blue eyes drawing me in.
“Perhaps you’re right…you can’t judge a book by its cover…I’ve sucked on a pear…found it too soft…so, what is your pear like? Big…hard and juicy…I hope…” I said. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, it hadn’t worked either for he wasn’t fazed at all. He sat there staring at me, until I’d to lower my eyes and was turning red with embarrassment. Damn it! I was supposed to be a mature adult, and he wasn’t much more than a kid at nineteen. I looked him over and corrected my opinion, he was a handsome young man and his cock was twitching in his trousers. It was important to put him in his place, though so far shock hadn’t worked.
“You’ve got experience…with pears…I guess…you know how to handle a pear…I should take a look…at what you’ve got…before, I judge you…” Paul gently challenged.
“I’ve a lot of experience…of hard pears…I like to suck juicy pears…though I can’t get a whole pear in my mouth…so the juice dribbles down over my chest…I guess you’re right…you shouldn’t dismiss someone…without examining them properly…” I stated with a straight face. I made a suggestive pout with my lips, realising what I was doing had me heatedly blushing. Why was I saying these things to a naughty boy? I felt like a silly collegegirl, it darted into my head that he wouldn’t mind feeling a silly collegegirl. A little touch to my thigh was a surprise, it wasn’t unpleasant, so much as unexpected; it was the short hem that let me down, and that he was bolder than expected. He’d progressed from playful innuendo too quickly, but then he was an inexperienced youth.
I looked up to gain the teacher’s attention, asking the teacher a question would be a subtle way of putting him off. Miss. Debry had left the classroom, the fingers lightly danced over my thighs, not trying to lift the skirt. Looking around at the others, I found they wouldn’t be any help. The guys were openly kissing the girls, it was a shock to see a couple of girls necking. The sight of these young things kissing and cuddling wasn’t helping, I’d to put a stop to his wandering hands; without anyone’s help. I couldn’t think why I hadn’t brushed his hand aside or even told him off. Would he be shattered if I blatantly rejected him, the others had paired off already and he would be left without anyone. A finger ran up the inside of my thighs, and a hand at my back pulled me closer, this was too silly; letting a boy take liberties, so as not to upset him, was absurd.
I opened my mouth to complain, only to sigh pitifully instead. If he’d pushed his hand up my skirt without flirting, I would have been in a fit state to complain. Instead, I found myself melting in his arms and unable to utter a word of complaint. It wasn’t just him that turned me on so much, it was wearing a collegegirl’s uniform and being in a class of horny teenagers. Being relieved of all adult responsibilities left me behaving badly, I was a collegegirl again; with a handsome young guy trying it on with me. This had never happened the first time around. I felt his lips on mine and melted, his arms were holding me tight; his lips were soft and mobile. I opened my mouth to breath and his tongue slipped in to tease, my tongue found his and entwined it; around and around, playing a wonderfully sensitive game. His hand slipped up the little skirt, but I didn’t notice while concentrating on smooching. I wanted to get it right this time, for I’d little experience in high college, this was the time when teenagers practiced with eagerness.
When I was a teenager the slightest touch down there would have been felt, and sharply dealt with; as a married woman, experience of man had left me less sensitive to their fumbling. Paul had a very light touch and was used to being careful with an anxious teenager, this one seemed easy; though he took his time, wanting me thoroughly hooked before going all the way. As an experienced woman, I’d no fear of going all the way; but should have the strength not to.
“She’s back…” someone shouted. All of a sudden, they were sitting straight, pulling their clothes together. The teacher walked in and scanned the students, looking for infractions of college rules. The well-rehearsed cover-up worked again, except me; I wasn’t so expert, or quick to react.
“You…what’s your name girl…” The teacher shouted at the new girl. I’d gone past pretending to be my little sister, I was back in high college all over again; to became Tina the high college student. It was difficult clinging on to being an adult, when in a classroom full of adolescents and being told what to do all the time by the stern teacher.
“Tina…Miss…” I said as I stood up.
“Come here…Tina…” Teacher commanded. The class was full of miscreants, so the teacher had to keep a firm grip of them or they would get out of hand.
“What have you been up to girl…” Miss Derby asked.
“Nothing…Miss…” I replied. It felt as though I were nineteen again, and was in trouble in college. Not that I’d been in much trouble, there was a slight pleasure fluttering through me, for what I’d done. When in high college before, I hadn’t received the attention of a handsome guy.
“You’ve been playing around with a boy…haven’t you…” Miss Derby demanded the truth.
“Yes…Miss…No…Miss…” I quickly lied, looking back at Paul was a mistake, the teacher chose to ignore that as she wanted to make an example of the new girl.
“You’ll stand in the corner…with your hands on your head…” She demanded. Placing my hands on my head, lifted the little skirt just my cheeks, the teacher wouldn’t be bothered about a collegegirl showing off her thighs like a slut, especially not in this class. As an adult woman, I was terribly self-conscious, it was easier to handle by sinking into being just a collegegirl again. After about an hour, Miss Derby looked around to check on me, no wonder the students had laughed at me when I first stood in the corner.
“Go sit down girl…don’t cause me any more trouble…or you’ll be sent to the principal…the alternative to this class is the assessment centre…you really don’t want to go there…right girl…” Miss Derby warned.
“Thank you, Miss…” I stammered, they didn’t cane students anymore; but at the assessment centre there were harsh punishments, though no one tell me what. Besides, it was the thought of being among the counties worst kids that frightened me. Delinquents who knew how to cause real trouble, would probably bully me.
“Another study session…you know your pairs…so get on with it…” the teacher told us, Paul quickly joined me and the teacher gave us both a harsh look; she wasn’t bothered with what we got up to outside of college. With the teacher gone, I smiled at the handsome young man.
“Thanks for keeping quite…you’re a good girl…a real beauty…” he unashamedly told me. This time I looked down and blushed not thinking of the remarks being inappropriate. Maybe it was true, but it was wrong to let a young guy talk to me like that, it wasn’t his fault; as I was in a college classroom, pretending to be nineteen. Soon it was near the last lesson of the day and I’d settled in to being just a collegegirl. Thinking of myself that way helped me keep out of trouble. Behaving normally, or as everyone thought I should, was easier as the day wore on. It was surprising how easy it came back to me, the behaviour, emotions, language and submitting to a teacher. It was all so easy. Throughout the study period he complimented my body becoming personal at times, then asking a question related to the history exam. I wasn’t going to be outdone, so complimented his looks.
“You two…you’re enjoying each other too much…” the teacher warned. Paul stroked my thigh under the desk, while the teacher glared at us; I dare not pull away, in case he got caught. His hand went up the skirt to find a sensitive place, and still I sat there asking history questions. He pretended to answer them, only he was saying naughty things to me.
“Your thighs are white…didn’t you wear short skirt in your last college?” He asked.
“Are you wetting your panties…or are you sexed up…” he asked, he took advantage of my hesitation to pull at the panties, while the teacher stared at us. His fingers pulled away the crotch of my panties and I felt him playing with my lips. Damn! I was stunned, unable to move; he asked me a question and I mumbled something incoherently. Surely the teacher could see my state of arousal and would stop this terrible situation. I looked up to see the teacher was busy reading, this was my chance to push him away; but he was pressing upon my bud, leaving me staggered. Maybe it was shock or arousal beyond resistance, in any case, I dare not let the teacher find out, or she would end up in the assessment centre. Carol had warned me about the place, girls weren’t safe in there.
The bell rang, Paul let go of me. Instead of lambasting him or silently glaring at him I simmered silently. I simmered with heat, from a well stoked vagina, it was burning hot, ready to explode; but he’d stopped stoking my red-hot furnace. It lest me on the edge of an orgasm, though, as a married woman, I was used to that. Following the others, we both left the classroom; we walked hand in hand to the student parking lot. I kept looking up at him, wondering what he was up to, and hoped he wasn’t just teasing me. Paul was nice, and I liked his company, but how far was I willing to go to keep his attention.
“Do you want a lift?” Paul asked.
“I’d better not…I’ll catch the bus…it leaves soon…” I replied. Realising I was hurrying him up by saying soon, embarrassed me; everything seemed to make me self-conscious and act gauche when around him. Realising I was acting like a silly girl with a crush, didn’t help.
“The seats are good…” Paul smiled. He was obvious proud of his car, I looked it over commenting how nice and shiny it was. He opened the back for me, I slid in and immediately wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. He slid in beside me before I’d even settled into the leather, he wrapped an arm around me and continued where we left off. His hot kisses started me up again, though I figured I’d been fired up all day, since he first kissed me. What in hell was it about him that had me panting? My legs had fallen apart, and he was working me up so easily.
It was all wrong, yet I couldn’t help falling for him. I was a mature woman on the back seat of a boy’s car being fingered. He hadn’t actually entered me, but was doing everything else; it was so nice, I didn’t want it to stop.
“Your bus…” he said. How could he do that to me? I was very nearly falling off the edge into a deep orgasm.
“yes…I’d better go…” I said and kissed him full on. On the way to the gate I almost fell, while looking back at him.
“Damn! I’m acting like a silly collegegirl…” I giggled. I couldn’t help having a crush on him, despite telling myself to be sensible. In my last year of high college, a crush had formed over a certain boy, but I dare not approach him. Waiting for him to notice me had been a long drawn out agony. In the end it had to be recognises, I wasn’t of interest to him. This time around I’d a handsome and clever young man, paying me delicious attention; there was no way I would let him go all the way, the thought of letting a boy have his way with her was so very funny, I laughed out loud.
It felt as though I was flying home from the bus stop, it was exciting and exhilarating having a collegegirl crush on a handsome young man. I skipped along the pavement, avoiding the cracks. It was all very silly, but it wouldn’t last for long. While it lasted, I would hold onto the glorious fun of it. It would be amusing taking my little sister’s place in college, until going back to the boring responsibilities of adulthood. Why not relax and enjoy myself for a few days?
20-01-2023, 08:20 PM
Chapter- 17
“Hi Di! I’m home from college…how are you…had a good day…like I did…” I enthused, with my sister Tina. Tina was dreading me arriving home, thinking I would be angry as hell. There was a funny side, when I was accidentally sent back to college. It was a surprise for her when I bounced, in full of vigour. Playing truant was dealt with harshly in this country, and Tina had an interview; when the security guy came to collect her, she’d talked me into posing as her, in a collegegirl uniform. Taking the opportunity to talk herself out of going to college was a good idea. Unfortunately, everything went wrong and I ended up being dragged to college instead of her. It gave her the chance to attend the important interview which went well. How her elder sister coped with going to college in her place was a mystery. Tina was pleased I wasn’t mad with her as she’d pushed me into wearing the college uniform, so it was all her fault.
“Well…I’m pleased to see you survived college…how was it…” Tina asked me.
“Like…yea…fab…” I mimicked those in my class. We laughed together and Tina told me “Lay the table…dinner is nearly ready…it’s a special treat…your favorite…” Cooking dinner for Reema was the least she could do, after her elder’s sister gallant sacrifice.
“Ok, Di…like…whatever…” I said. Tina frowned at me, with a look of curiosity. I was using teens language on arriving home, but this time I hadn’t been joking. After being in a class all day, I must have picked up the teenage phrases and was automatically using them. It was surprising I hadn’t gone straight to my room to change out of the college uniform, dressed like that I looked like a collegegirl; and could pass for one of nineteen-years-old girl. However, I was twenty-six and this morning I sounded and behaved like an adult. I was smiling and singing some hip-hop song about a boyfriend.
‘Language!’ Tina heavily said, she sounded like me but the lyrics were too rude to let go.
“Sorry, Di…like…it was just a song…yea…I know…sorry…” I said. Tina took a good look at me again, playing at being a student all day had really taken over and I needed to wind down. What did they call it? She needed to be de-briefed. At least I didn’t come home complaining to high heaven about how bad it was, that’s why she was cooking dinner for her elder sister. It was the least she could do, after having her sent back to college.
“How was your interview?” I asked Tina.
“Great…they offered me a starting position…it’s a bigger corporation than I thought…I’d love to work there…it’s so relaxed…they work when they feel like it…though everyone puts a lot into the work…more so…because it’s so relaxed…” Tina tried to explain.
“Like…sounds real…fab…yea…” I said, I sounded distracted as though thinking about something else and wasn’t there.
“Do you have homework?” Tina asked.
“Like…yea…I do…” I said and rolled my eyes. That was something else I’d started doing, rolling my eyes and making a tut noise with my tongue. While we were eating Tina wondered what had got into me. It seemed I actually enjoyed going to college, I was playing this game for my own reasons; which Tina couldn’t fathom just yet. Tina wondered when the silly act would end. Tina was finding this new behaviour annoying, so tried to snap me out of it; treating me like a collegegirl might work, especially if it was unpleasant.
“As soon as you’ve finished your chores…do your homework…then we’ve a serious talk… girl…” Tina firmly stated.
“Ok…no…probs…nice lasagne…Di…” I agreed.
Why was she calling me Di? Tina figured I’d won something, by getting me to do what should have been her chores and homework. Tina would be taking the homework to college tomorrow, so she’d better check it was right. There was silence between us while we thought about our own dreams and wishes. Tina wanted to take the job, she hadn’t told me they thought she was older, so they offered her a full-time salaried position instead of the interns’ job. In turn she completed the application with her elder’s sister name and age. I was trying to justify an innocent crush on a handsome nineteen-year-old. It had been wrong to let him kiss me, as that was leading him on. How would he feel when I told him they’d to stop seeing each other? It would be awkward as friends and they most definitely couldn’t play around. He was nineteen, and a twenty-six he seemed to be a boy. When I was in class it was easy to forget our ages, as I sank back into being nineteen again. It didn’t seem right telling Tina about him, Tina would think I am mad having such a young boyfriend. Somehow it has to be explained why I felt so happy about going to college tomorrow. A thrill darted through my whole body; it had been fun going to college, that feeling was so unexpected it made me laugh. The feeling was partly from relief, when the weight of responsibility was lifted from my shoulders. It also felt good, because I was so successful in class this time around, then there was my boyfriend; the handsomest boy in class, maybe the entire college. It brought out a bright blush from just thinking about him.
“Like…I meant to tell you…this heavy class is…like for a whole week…I’ve got a name tag… an Id…really…I’ll have to keep going…you can take over next week…in the proper class… like, I figured it out…yea…you tell them…you lost your If…then get your new Id with your picture…like…that way they won’t notice the changeover…” I beamed at Tina. Tina was shocked from the way I spoke, it sounded as though I was gargling, and talking from the throat. I was sitting there showing off the ID with Tina’s name and my own photo. My birthday and Tina’s year of birth was on the ID. It was a shock to see the small photo and date of birth looked right.
Damn it! In the photo her elder sister looked like a nineteen-year-old collegegirl! What was stranger still, was that I looked full of eager anticipation; Tina tried to look at me as though I were a stranger. If she hadn’t known better, I looked young enough for the part; especially now I talked and behave like a teenager. It wasn’t just the clothes and make-over, it was the way I spoke, and held myself. It had only been one day, and I’d reverted to an earlier age. I wasn’t playing around to annoy Tina; I was really heavily into the role.
“You sure you don’t mind…a whole week in college…can you do that?” Tina asked.
“Yea…I can do it…you were right…none of the staff really looked at me…not even the class teacher…the boys checked me out though…” I said with spontaneous laughter.
“I’ll spank you…if you get up to anything with boys…in class you must be a good girl…” Tina pretended to be shocked and told me. The harshness of voice was more than intended, from being annoyed with me. The patronising tone of voice didn’t work, as I remained in the collegegirl role. Even more unexpected was my response.
“Sorry, Di…I promise to be a good girl in class…” I humbly spoke. We both laughed, though it was more from embarrassment, rather than humour. Tina expected me to snap out of it, after taunting me. A look of guilt and embarrassment coloured my cheeks which had Tina wondering what happened in college. My strange behaviour was becoming scary for her.
“You didn’t tell me how it went…you seem to have settled in…” Tina carefully said.
“It soon came back to me…so…like…I answered the teacher’s questions…okay…as long as everyone is quite…no one makes trouble…the teacher leaves us to it…the other girls language is different…yea…I mean…like from my old college…it’s not too different though…I made friends with Carol and Paul…he’s nice…err…they’re both fab…like…really nice…” I quickly covered up my mistake, afraid to mention Paul. Tina questioned me, but didn’t manage to trip me up, nothing exciting happened, or at least; I didn’t admit to anything. Tina thought about spending a week working in the company while I covered for her at college.
Tina liked the idea, and smiled at me, I was concentrating on homework; we were both happy, so it seemed thing had worked out well after all.
“All done…like…can I go to my room?” I asked my younger sister Tina.
“Sure honey…” Tina replied and realised she sounded like her elder sister. I skipped off to my room, singing some new song. Even Tina hadn’t heard it yet, she pulled something out of the freezer for tomorrow, not noticing what it was. It was worrying how I was acting, was this some bizarre punishment for sending me back to college? It also had an effect upon her, which was unsettling. Tina thought.
It took some thinking through but Tina figured out why my behaviour was so weird. During college I joined a drama class to overcome shyness and the teacher used method-acting techniques. Being passive was a part of my basic character and couldn’t be shrugged off so easily. I was now using the same technique to get into the role of collegegirl, the acting experience seemed to work; as I hadn’t been found out. I’d convinced everyone in college that I was a nineteen-year-old student. Of course, it could be something completely different, Tina just wisher I would leave the act at college. At first Tina tried to shock me out of it, but gave up and joined in the subterfuge; it would only have to put up until the weekend. With me posing as her in college, Tina could attend the company, while I enjoyed the experience of re-living high college.
Tuesday was my second day at college and I was pleased to be in class, there was no thought of telling anyone who I really was; as the idea of escape had passed. It was all coming back from years past, except now I’d more experience of life. Being top of the class academically was a great boost to my ego, just as importantly, I wasn’t far off being top of the class socially. With Paul as my boyfriend, I noticed the envious looks from other collegegirls; one girl was audacious enough to ask how well he kissed.
Using the name, Tina, rather than mine, helped escape the adult persona, having a boyfriend in college was going too far; though it did help keep me in character. The boy had a way about him, that had me melting in his arms, the determination to be just friends, quickly wore off. He reminded me of a heart throb from the past, only this time he took interest in me.
“I don’t know why you’re here…Tina…No…I don’t want to know…” Carol said.
“Hey…like…it’s complicated…” I sighed.
“You’re good at lessons…right…you’ve a top boyfriend…yea…you’ve only been here a day …so, don’t bunk off classes again…” Carol told me.
“Like…that’s so nice of you…yea…you’re a good friend…Carol…” I said, and touched my new friend’s finger with my fingertips.
“I was just telling you…” Carol said, looking embarrasses from the shared emotion.
“I know…yea…I promise not to get into trouble…” I told her. Two of us were in girl’s toilets and had to hurry back. Seeing us together, it was difficult to believe one of us was twenty-six. Both of us looked and sounded like nineteen-years-old.
“No running in the corridor…” a teacher shouted, he came to us and looked at our Id’s.
“Tina…what class are you in?” He asked.
“Miss Derby’s class…Sir…” I said, looking suitably chastened with head down.
“You’ve been let out to go to the rest-room?” he asked.
“Yes Sir…” I said, feeling embarrassed from the questioning and his attitude.
“Pull your socks up girl…remember to keep your uniform neat and clean all times…you need a better fitting uniform…you’re growing out of that one…” he remarked. The blouse was a bit tight and the skirt a bit short but I knew that. As Reema, the twenty-six years-old woman, I would have put the young teacher in his place but as Tina, a student there was nothing I could do. A teacher’s demeaning attitude had to be accepted in a humble way. If he decided to punish me, I would have to take it, if he kept me in after college, Tina would wonder why and would find I’d been naughty in college. There was nothing for it, I would have to keep my mouth shut and give in to this male domination. The teacher was a little younger than me, and handsome, he thought he was dealing with a collegegirl and that meant my adult status had been lost. A shiver ran down my back, on realising it left me completely at his mercy, his authority and power left me feeling week and vulnerable.
Yet unaccountably, I sizzled with arousal; I imagined him pulling me by the ear to his classroom, to be canned for being a naughty girl. Bent over a desk, he would see my bare bum being striped red and my sex opening up, glistening wet. The feeling of sexual arousal was as potent at his power over me.
“Well…you two…you’d better get back to Miss Derby…” He said and looked at me with curiosity, wondering what had gotten into the her, dismissing her from his thoughts; he carried on to take over his next class.
“He’s nice…isn’t he…” Carol giggled.
“I didn’t notice…he’s a teacher…” I shrugged.
“He didn’t look at your ass…when you bent over to pull up your socks…” Carol said.
“Well…I should hope not…” I exclaimed.
“Then…why did you bend over showing off your ass…” Carol innocently asked, though a mischievous look went with the words. Carol laughed at me, as my friend’s reaction was obvious. She wouldn’t have guessed her friend imagined being caned by him, and that was why she was worked up. Dressed as a collegegirl in front of a man around my age, was felt to be naughty. The teacher could have canned me for being naughty collegegirl and that added to the sexual thrill. How could I explain that to Carol? As soon as we sat down the teacher called a study period and scooted out of the classroom. Paul pulled his chair over to me, as he was the other half of the study pair. Other guys in class looked at him with envy.
“Nice…” One of them called across the classroom.
“Shush…stupid…” a couple of classmates put him down.
“Tina…he likes your tits…” Paul smiled.
“Hey…that’s no way to talk to me…” I complained, nevertheless, I smiled at the compliment. Back in high college and even in college, my bust was underdeveloped. Not now it wasn’t, obviously; the guys were interested and I enjoyed it even if they didn’t show much respect. Paul leaned forward to block everyone’s view of me top half, I thought he was about to kiss me.
“No flaunting them…they’re mine…” Paul said and pinched my nipples.
“Hey…that’s hurt…let go…” I quietly complained, but didn’t pull away. Paul fondled my breasts, pretending to ease the pain, I went along with it; for a moment, before pulling away.
“Your tits are the biggest in this class…only Angela in the next class has bigger ones…besides …you’re my girlfriend…they belong to me…don’t they…” He heavily told me.
“What do you mean…they belong to you?” I grumbled.
“You’re my girlfriend…I think you’re wonderful…you look pretty…innocent when you blush …I love the way you flick your hair away from your eyes…I love the way you walk and talk… you don’t talk the same as other girls here…still…I like the sound of your voice…its soothing…” He said, while holding my hands. Although he spoke awkwardly, it was innocent and genuine, a delightful feeling washed through me; wiping away the annoyance. His honeyed words combined with a magical touch, added to an already aroused state. Just staring into his eyes was stoking me up. The class was for delinquents, otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten away with playing around in the classroom. Back then, I would never have dared let someone touch my breasts, even outside of college. No one was taking any notice of us, as everyone was paired for the study period.
“Oh God…that is so good…” I softly moaned, he was close; shielding me from the rest of the class, while surreptitiously fondling my breasts. At least today, I’d proper underwear on, it was only possible to let this happen in such a lawless class and while I though of myself as one of them. I was a collegegirl being naughty, very naughty. If Tina could see what I was letting happen, and the state I was in, there would be trouble. The real Tina would be horrified, from seeing her elder sister acting like a slut. Especially as it was her reputation being damaged in college. Tina the slut, wouldn’t be a good name to acquire, especially having to endure it all through college.
“Wait…you’re getting my blouse messed up…” I told him, he was too strong, so there was only one way to stop him. “After college…you can give me a lift home…” I promised. What in hell was I doing? As a mature adult, letting a nineteen-year-old boy maul my breasts was terribly wrong. The only way to survive this was to keep a yoga teacher’s advice, and just go with the flow. It felt as though I was caught on train tracks, compelled to follow a certain route. The inevitability of acting out the role of girlfriend with him, wasn’t bad. It felt wonderful! I relaxed into being a naughty collegegirl, letting my boyfriend amuse me.
23-01-2023, 11:28 PM
Chapter- 18
Miss Derby rattled the door before coming in, and everyone straightened up. I bent down over my bag, pulling my blouse together, I quickly fastened the top buttons, as Miss Derby marched in. Miss Derby took a good look around. I sat up with a book pulled from my bag and gave Miss Derby a smile.
“Be careful…girl…any closer calls…and I’ll recommend you for the assessment center… Be warned…Tina…” Miss Derby heavily intoned. I shivered with fear. My face dropped, to be replaced with a look of dread. The teacher might as well be talking about a dark, and dank dungeon. If half of what I heard about the place was true, I should be afraid.
“Good…let’s take a delve into maths…don’t groan…it won’t be that bad…my knowledge is rudimentary…you’ll be glad to know…I’m not a fan…” Miss Derby laughed. The classroom mood lightened, and even I managed a smile. I answered the questions and got them right. When my paper was marked, I received full marks.
“I’m glad…it’s not over a hundred percent…Tina…because even I know that is impossible…” Miss Derby smiled.
“If she got her name right wouldn’t that tip it over the edge?” The class comedian asked.
“It would at least give you one mark…Peter…but…alas nothing…I’d like to push you over the edge…quieten down everyone…if someone comes to investigate the noise…we all lose out… understood…you might get a new…aggressive…hard-nosed teacher…keep quite…you get to keep…Miss Softy…me…stupid boy…” Miss Derby laughed and ruffled Andrew’s hair.
A very quiet applause ensued.
“I’d like to keep you Miss…” One of the football team said.
“Thank you…Brian…nice of you…” Miss Derby commented.
“So…you wouldn’t mind Miss…if I kept you…” Brian asked politely. Miss Derby missed the meaning in his voice and quickly said “Yes…Brian…that would be nice…”
“Miss…as a pet…I’ve heard of pet pupils…what about a pet teacher…” Brian teased. Miss Derby face went bright crimson, he’d hit upon a nerve but the other students thought she was embarrassed at such an audacious suggestion.
“Just so long as you look after me…Brian…a pet teacher is not just for Christmas…” Miss Derby joked, only it sounded hollow.
“I would Miss…I’d teach you things…that would be turnaround…wouldn’t it…Miss…” Brian politely said.
“Yes…maybe so…can you teach me anything…as you don’t seem to have learnt much in this class…” Miss Derby quietly joked, hoping to put him off the track.
“I’ve learnt discipline…obeying instructions…doing as you’re told…wearing the right clothes…sitting up straight…I could teach you that…Miss…” Brian said while Miss Derby tried to interrupt him.
“Brian…let’s get on…shall we?” Miss Derby said, now standing close to him; their conversation became quite and personal, while the rest of us ignored them, becoming involved in our chatter.
“So…I really could teach you something…Miss…” Brian innocently smiled.
“Yes…I’m sure…Brian…in the mean-time back to reality…and this class…” Miss Derby said, trying to bring some authority to her voice.
“As my pet…I could teach you all those things…especially obedience…a pet should wear a collar…with a leash…learn how to beg…and to fetch…I’d use discipline and rewards to train my pet teacher…a spanking is a discipline…isn’t it Miss” Brian quietly asked.
“Yes…but…Not…errr…not…” Miss Derby whispered huskily and then her voice faded. She tried to say, not her, not a teacher. Brian had found out a secret something about his teacher and was playing it for all it was worth. The hum of the class died to silence, as though waiting for him to score a goal.
“I’m glad you agree…wouldn’t want to discipline you…if you don’t agree to it…the rewards would be good…a good brushing…and a seeing to…would be a reward…what do you think… Miss?” Brian cheekily asked. Miss Derby looked frightened, no longer able to whisper; she simply nodded her head. The one thought raged through her mind, that he’d found out. How? How on earth had he discovered her weakness, her secret fantasy? She was very discreet, using a laptop and being very careful with the password; she looked around the classroom wondering who else knew. She stood close to his desk, willing him to stop; trying to prevent him revealing more, through sheer will power. Her mouth was dry and she’d lost the power of speech, unable to even protest.
“Good…we’re clear then…you want to be trained…and disciplined…for a reward you’ll be given a good seeing to…and punished if necessary…Miss…” Brian whispered, he watched her nod ascent. It looked as though she were in a dream-world, he knew why; but hadn’t expected her to just cave in. He hadn’t expected his teacher to let him reveal all that, it certainly confirmed what he’d found out about her. Our teacher was a secret pet-girl. Brian had gone too far in class, but it had been amusing seeing her cringe; he wondered how he could get something more out of this. It had been fun embarrassing her in front of the class, but that’s all it was a bit of fun.
“We’ve a few minutes until the college bus arrives…you won’t be expected home until then…” Paul said. The intense look he gave me melted all resistance, or at least some of it. How could I upset him, when he’d been so good to me? All it took was one of his special smiles, he wound an arm around my waist and kissed me. He was an expert at kissing, this was all new to me and it was exciting, I was in the arms of a college heart throb, all the girls wanted him as their boyfriend, yet he belonged to me. In return I belonged to him, a deep longing for something excited me and spurred me on. The idea of belonging to him became deeper the longer we smooched. How I was going to keep him was the problem. As we kissed, my age melted away, leaving me nineteen again, I was a teenager, so it was alright to be his girlfriend. While being his girlfriend, I could use my experience as a woman to keep him. What we were doing had now been justified and allowed me to carry on.
The light touches to my thighs were hardly felt, as everything was concentrated upon lips and tongue. A finger pressed against my engorged lips and my legs fell open.
“No…Paul…I can’t let you…” I told him. My voice was light and breathy, it revealed how excited he’d made me feel, rather than sounding determined to stop.
“Let me pleasure you…I’ll make you cum…don’t worry…it won’t hurt…” He said.
“I know…you don’t know me…I hardly know anything about you…” I complained.
“What do you want to know?” Paul asked.
“The bus will be here soon…my elder sister will be expecting me…” I quickly said.
“In class you promised…I could touch your breasts…” Paul reminded me. The expectant looks on his face was funny. It was true, I’d put him off in class, hoping something would happen to get me off the hook. The bus would arrive soon, so maybe I could avoid what he wanted.
“You’re sure you want me to do this?” Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, looking at him I said. I knew it was a silly question. What the hell! What did it matter, it was no big deal, they were just breasts; of course, it was important to him. It was important to all teenage boys, it was decided to give him a thrill; to keep him interested it wasn’t much of a sacrifice, as I was an experienced woman and used to going much further than this. On opening my blouse, and pulling up the bra, I was pleased with his reaction. The expression on his face was a picture of concentration, arousal and excitement, he was pretty sure of himself and right then was no exception.
Expecting him to inexpertly grope my breasts, I was surprised when he leaned in to suck on a nipple. He gently massaged the other one, paying attention to the nipple, too late to stop him; I felt how sensitive they were. If he’d treated them roughly it would have been possible to remain cool. My level of arousal was being raised too quickly to cope. The nipples seemed to be connected directly to a pleasure center in my brain, my head lolled back and I groaned. A hand stroked my thigh and this time I didn’t care, the pleasure ran through my entire body, arousing me to the brink. His finger rubbed over the crotch of my panties, pressing my bud in just the right way.
“Oh! God! Yes!” I hissed; Paul stopped suddenly.
“The college bus…” He sighed. It had driven past the car, while lots of eyes scanning us both. We’d been caught! We straightened up our clothes while still breathing heavily.
“Later…we’ll go out on a date…get to know each other…” He said. I knew what he meant; the seriousness of his voice was funny. If he intended to finish what he’d started, I was ready for a date. He probably didn’t, which disappointed me. Well! At least I knew my integrity was intact, if nothing else. What did nineteen-year-olds do on a date? As a nice girl, it wouldn’t be what I needed right then.
“Like that will be cool…yea…what time?” I said.
“I’ll pick you up at eight…” he smiled and lightly kissed my lips. We started walking, a car ran through a puddle and my legs got a soaking of cold water; I jumped and yelled at the driver.
“Oh God…” I said.
“Tina…what’s up?” Paul asked.
“It’s my bloody elder sister’s car…” I snapped, just managing not to say my younger sister.
“Tina…get in…” Tina looked at me through the open window, she’d a real triumphant look on her face. I slid in the back seat.
“So, who is this Tina?” Tina asked me.
“Paul…my study partner at college…” I whimpered.
“So are you dating my younger sister…Paul…” Tina asked. I could see her eyes in rear-view mirror. She was fucking well enjoying this.
“She’s free tonight…pick her up at 8:30 dear…I’m sure you’re free…I bet you would rather my little sister…” Tina said.
“Yes…I’m free…I’ll…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul said.
“Call me Di…Thank you dear…” Tina said, looking at me in the mirror and we drove off.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this Paul?” Tina heavily asked me as we entered the house.
“Well…like…there’s nothing to tell really…you don’t need to know everything I do…I’m old enough to decide for myself…” I asserted.
“Well…err…yes…I guess…you’re going out with a boy from college…if you make a mistake …get found out…what then?” Tina said.
“This is a good reason…for playing the part all the time…I don’t forget and mess up…anyway it’s only for a week…” I reminded Tina.
“I suppose having a boyfriend in college is alright…he’ll want to take you out…” Tina mused. It was a bit daunting going out with a teenager, not really wanting to go out with a boy from college, I switch tactics.
“You’re going to ground me then…like…spoil my fun…yea…go on…” I unkindly spoke. Tina was being driven into acting like me again. She’d felt a protective feeling over me, when the boy announced himself, as though he owned the girl. This wasn’t a girl, this was her elder sister, for her sake.
Tina was bursting to tell me about the company, though maybe it would be unwise to rub it in. Best not let on she was having fun, while I suffered a week of high college. We went through the usual routine of setting the table, eating dinner, completing chores, homework and going our own way in the house. The time was getting on, as Tina pored over ideas for a campaign, everyone at the office had a chance to contribute and Tina was determined to make an impact. Around seven Yash came back from office, Tina opened the door.
“I hear you’ve got a date tonight…” Yash said entering master bedroom, I looked at Tina.
“Don’t worry…she explained it all…she is right…you need to date this kid…then dump him in a few weeks…or if you’re thinking of taking him to bed…I don’t have a problem…you know I’ll always love you…” Yash said.
“What our man is trying to say is…having a boyfriend will keep the other boys off your back… but I’ve a problem with you sleeping with a teenage boy…it should be me instead of you dating young teenage guys…” Tina said and we all laughed.
“How was your day honey?” I asked Yash.
“Good…tomorrow morning I’ve to leave for Toronto…will be back in two days…have to wake up early…so need to take a nice sleep…” Yash replied and kissed me on the cheeks.
“Paul would be coming…I should take a shower…Tina can you choose some clothes for me…” I said and went for the bathroom. Tina went to her room, took some of her clothes from her wardrobe and kept it on my bed. She went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. At eight the door bell rang and I answered the door.
“Hi Paul…” I said, he couldn’t speak; he just stood open mouthed, finally he realises he was gawping at me.
“Wow! You look Fab!” Paul mumbled. I wore my hair up in clips and as usual heavy makeup. The white blouse was open down to my navel, not that I’d any buttons to do up, Tina had cut them all off. Paul eyes darted to the two soft round breasts that hung between the four inches gap of my blouse, which was tied in a knot just above my navel. Luckily the blouse was quite thick, well thick enough so the darkness of my nipples didn’t show through. I turned to let him in feeling my braless tits wobble. Now he would be looking at my ass in the tight cut-off jeans. It was so short that the lower part of my ass cheeks was visible. I wore black knee length boots with a five inches heel, with zips up the inside so the bootleg clung tight to my legs.
“Hello Paul…Come in…” Tina said.
“Hi…Mrs. Sharma…I’m here to take Tina out…these are for you…” Paul said, presenting her with some flowers. Tina wondered where he’d stolen them from, but smiled and thanked him.
“I’ll put them in a vase if you like…” he said.
“If you can find one…please do…I’ll fix you a drink…a beer alright” Tina asked, marching towards the kitchen.
“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…that would be good…” Paul replied.
“Your mother is nice…did she help you with your hair?” Paul asked.
“Why…you don’t like it…” I said.
“It looks lovely…I love it…pig tails make you look cute…and I love cute…I could lick you all over your so cute…” he said and poked his tongue out at me.
“Kiss me…I need to be hugged…and kissed…” I announced. While returning Tina noticed the flowers set in a vase and smiled. A nice touch she thought but quite useless. She was having a beer and a cocktail for me. It looked and tasted like a soft drink, she halted in the doorway watching us neck. Tina suppressed a hearty laugh, without spilling a drop; taking a few steps back, she coughed, waited and entered the room with a big smile. I looked embarrassed, she handed over a beer and a stiff cocktail. I chocked, too much vodka. I and Tina eyed each other, and a challenge passed between us, the cocktail would be drunk and I would show she was an adult, capable of making my own decisions.
Tina smiled, thinking the vodka would relax me for an interesting evening. The drinks and small talk were finished and we decided to leave. I smiled at my younger sister and linked my arm around Paul, making it a challenge. Paul snaked his arm around my waist, I smiled at Tina attempting to provoke her.
“You look great together…” Tina told us.
“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul smiled; Tina could see I was going to have a remarkable evening. The guy was strong and I would have trouble fighting him off. As an afterthought, she’d to add petrol to the fire.
“Now you listen young man…keep your hands to yourself…” Tina said.
“Di…” I hissed in frustration.
“And you…just remember what happened the last time…you were caught with your blouse round your waist…I’ve slipped a couple of condoms into your purse…” Pretending to be discreet, Tina said.
“Di…” I hissed in protest. God she was really over doing the elder sister bit!
“Just keep safe…that’s all…” Tina said, on closing the door; she found the image of our two astonished faces so funny; she doubled up with laughter. Sinking into the leather passenger seat, I sank deeper into the teen persona.
“So…you’ve brought condoms with you…” Paul teased.
“Shit…that was my elder sister’s idea of a joke…she likes to embarrass me…” I explained.
“I know…she’s really embarrassed you….” Paul said and laughed.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the pictures…” Paul replied.
“What’s on?” I asked.
“No idea…we’re going to sit on the back seat…and kiss…” Paul smirked and was pleased to see me smile back. As soon as we left, Tina drove to a late-night mall, there was a lot to do before I returned home.
26-01-2023, 09:15 AM
Chapter- 19
“Sorry…young lady…unless you have Id…I can’t let you into that screen…we’ve got a Disney classic showing on screen three…you can see that…” The guy behind the counter told me. I wasn’t surprises, the way I was dressed and had my makeup applied, I looked too young. A part of me felt proud and pleased, nevertheless, I went red from embarrassment. So, we went to a Disney movie after all. I noticed the tittle but nothing much else of the film. We kissed and with no one around we began to neck, that led to devouring each other’s tongue and exploring mouths. The teenager stuff seemed innocent enough, and so I let myself become heated up, so much so, I let him put his hand inside my jeans. It was meant to be for just a quick feel, his fingers were so good at finding my sensitive place, I let him stroke me for a little longer.
After a while it was too late, I couldn’t stop him, I took his hand and just slipped it into my blouse; he played with me down there while massaging my breasts. I began rubbing him slowly through his jeans. My whole body conspired to send insistent signals to my brain, the signals were naughty words. Fuck me, were two of them.
“Bloody hell…” Paul gasped.
“You tell anyone…I did this Paul…” I whispered, feeling his fingers squeeze my breasts.
“Oh God…I won’t…” he breathed. For the rest of the film probably ¾ of an hour we fondled each other, I managed to rub my legs together slightly which stimulated my pussy in tight low-cut jeans. He gasped at the point where I managed to get his cock free from his trousers, I must admit I enjoyed hearing his little excited gasps. After a few minutes he started to pant and my fingers felt the hot spunk that shot between them. My nipples were now tormented to the point of aching, but I didn’t really mind. Even when he’d finished; I carried on rubbing his hot cum into his cock. His gasping was still there but just the odd one here and there.
“Christ…you drive me wild…” Paul groaned in my ear. I smiled and for some reason, I felt good about myself. Before the movie ended, we rushed out before the crowd, laughing and panting; we piled into his car. I suddenly noticed we were on the back seat, but didn’t care. He quickly had a hand inside my jeans, to resume where he left off, with his tongue duelling with mine, there wasn’t much of a protest. With the other hand he tweaked a nipple, it happened almost before I’d settled on the seat. My breasts felt on fire. I drifted along with the nice feelings in the cinema and now in his car.
When I felt his fingers delve into my panties, a hand grabbed his wrist. Unsteadily the hand tried to stop him, though it might have been helping him find the right spot. Neither of us knew whether I was trying to stop him or helping. After a while, a naughty thoughts were inadvertently voiced.
“I’m ready…” I murmured. With my lips close to his ear, he heard and didn’t need much encouragement. He’d know what he was doing and was aware of how worked up I was. It was obvious I’d experience and those girls were the easiest. Without missing a beat, he pulled onto his lap, facing him. My thighs were either side of his knees, with my panties askew. As an nineteen-year-old this wasn’t right and I should have been frightened, For just a moment I was afraid of consequences and almost panicked. I sank down upon the head of his cock, it slid over my slit, separated my lips and nudged my opening.
The hesitation was only a split second, the head of his cock entered me, it seemed like ages before it moved. Was he teasing me? With all my weight I pressed down upon him, the feeling of his hardness penetrating my body was exciting. Already breathing heavily, I was now panting. I was sitting in a boy’s car with him embedded inside my body, he began to pump me vigorously; with every deep thrust my head rocked back and I fitfully groaned. The pleasure of a hard pounding to my pussy was magnificent, with youthful strength and stamina; he kept me going, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. I was bouncing up and down in the back of his car, with head rocking back and forth as though I was a rag doll in the hands of a rough child.
“Oh…yes…please…don’t stop…” I yelped, the words announcing my orgasm sounded silly; but neither of us noticed. Paul was pleased that at last I was reaching a climax, he couldn’t have kept going for much longer, I was close to tears. I felt him stop, thrust deeper and hold it there; I imagined him spurting his young fertile semen deep into my vagina. The sensation of taking my lovers nectar, accepting it inside my body was overwhelming, with feeling of love flooding my mind. A deep caring emotion overtook me, electricity fired nerve endings, from my tummy out through my limbs; my mind was blinded by sparks of desire and love. Paul pulled my face onto his cheat and undid his shirt, he wanted to feel my warmth against his skin, there were tears glistening in my eyes; which he kissed, I was his now, he wanted to keep me safe and to look after me. He didn’t want me to be sad ever again.
“Good girl…you’re not late…I’ll let you go out again…if you behave yourself…” Tina cheekily to me.
“Thanks Di…” I said and yawned.
“So…what did you two do?” Tina asked.
“Fab…it was some Disney classic…a magician or something…I think…alright…you can laugh…we played around in the cinema…just kissing…that’s all…” I carelessly shrugged.
“You didn’t see much of the film then…” Tina laughed; she didn’t pick up on the look of guilt on my face. I went into silent mode; all I could think about was how stupid I’d been.
“You’ve been a naughty girl…I told you not to play around with boys…” Tina teased me.
“Sorry Di…I’ll be a good girl from now on…promise…” I replied back. Tina was disappointed I didn’t bite, instead, I just took the criticism, as though I were an errant sister. I looked contrite, rather than angry over being treated like a teenager, what she’d done in that car was difficult to excuse. Had she been mad? Again, Tina took a good look at me and saw how young I looked. No, it wasn’t just that I looked young, it was a combination of behavior, speech and the makeover.
“Come with me…I want to show you something…your new teenager bedroom…I figured you’ve to be a teenager until the end of the week…so to be safe…you’ll be in here…before yo say anything…you promised to be a good girl…” Tina reminded me.
“Alright…thanks Di…thanks for moving all my stuff…” I conceded.
“You can have friends back to your room…” Tina pointed out.
“Sure…whatever…it makes sense…” I agreed. We both looked around the teen styled bedroom, decorated with a predominance of pink. The posters of boy bands were for a younger girl. The same went for the clothes, in this wardrobe and draws were new teenager clothes. I noticed my adult clothes were still in the main bedroom.
“Get to bed…so you’ll be fresh for college in the morning…I’m going to bed now…need to be fresh for work…” Tina said and blew me a kiss. I was holding up the pajamas, staring at them. Tina closed the door on her, not wanting to laugh and spoil the moment. The pink cotton pajamas were on offer, so she bought them even though they were for a young teen, they were extra-large for a big fifteen-years-old. Tina was in master bedroom, with a hand over her mouth; trying to suppress a belly laugh. It didn’t matter if I refused to wear them, as they had been so cheap, having been discounted several times. That was because no self-respecting teen would wear them, they were some designer’s idea of being cute. Tomorrow Tina was going to have fun with her elder sister, this whole thing was just so funny. That her elder sister had decided to stay the whole week in college.
Tina decorated the spare bedroom with childish posters, and cuddly toys, then moved me in. There had been no discussion, no choice, I’d been moved in to a room decorated for an adolescent. At the same time, Tina moved into my bedroom. This was so we could keep to our roles and not make mistakes. During breakfast I wanted to protest over having to move out of my bedroom, complaining was awkward; when trying to overcome the guilt I felt. Accidentally, I ended up taking my younger sister’s place in college, though playing at being a collegegirl didn’t mean I could have a boyfriend. Again, it just happened without planning anything, and then it became a situation difficult to get out of. Having a teenage boyfriend at my age was bad enough. Having sex with a nineteen-year-old boy from college was going too far. As a woman of twenty-six, I should have known better; behaving like an irresponsible youth just shouldn’t have happened. It would be too humiliating admitting to having slept with a boy the same age as my younger sister. The only excuse was, I’d been going to college; pretending to be a college girl, and became carried away in the role. Deeply throwing myself into the role had overwhelmed my common sense.
When it happened, Paul said I belonged to him, the feeling of being his girl had been so strong; it was overpowering. It was a nice feeling, but had to be ignored. I would have to tell him who I really was, which was going to be difficult, especially after having sex with him. I felt too guilty to tell Tina or Yash.
“You’d better call me Di all the time now…you might forget at an important moment…” Tina said.
“Oh…well…I’m not sure…it has all happened so fast…I don’t know what’s happening to me …I feel so confused…I’m behaving badly…” I murmured.
“We can’t back out of this now…just a couple of days…and we can go back to normal…you should have put your foot down…right at the beginning…we wouldn’t be in this silly situation …” Tina blamed me.
“Sorry…I suppose you’re right…I don’t want to ruin all the hard work we’ve put in…Di…this is a big day for you…you look good…so elegant and confident…” I said as I noticed Tina was wearing one of my smart business suits for work, she was growing up fast and dressed in my clothes, she looked older than twenty-five. Nearly ready for college and work, we hugged and held on for a little while. Working in a big company was turning out to be great and the pay was good. Today was important day for Tina as an idea for a sales campaign was being presented. Even her contribution was being presented to the CEO.
“Good luck Di…” I said. It was all working out well, for both of us. All I’d to do was pretend to be my younger sister Tina, for a couple of days. Everyone accepted me, as I was dressed like a teenager, acted, and spoke like one. Playing at being an irresponsible teenager was fun, just so long as I didn’t let it slip to reveal, I was an adult and a mother.
I walked to the classroom a little ahead of everyone else in my class.
“Tina…you girl…come here…now” In a corridor leading to my classroom, I stopped when called a second time. For a moment I’d forgotten my name was now Tina, looking embarrassed; I hurried back to the teacher.
“You need a new blouse…that one is too tight…you’re a big girl now…unless you intentionally want to flaunt your chest…get a better fitting blouse…” the teacher admonished me. The other students in the busy hall looked at me and sniggered, the guys leered at me, though I was getting used to that.
“Yes Man…I’ll go to shopping at the weekend with my elder sister…” I explained. As the week progresses it became easier to submit to the authority figure a teacher represented. At the beginning of the work, I’d wanted to say something in defense, but now I settled into being submissive. Besides, it wasn’t in my nature to force a confrontation, I settled into trying to be a good girl called Tina, and obey her teachers. It meant not being noticed and not being found out; it also meant the adolescent role had taken a firm grip of my thinking.
“Where is your tie…no excuse…girl…that will be a demerit…at least you can pull your socks up…slovenly behavior is not allowed…” the teacher corrosively said. I jumped to it, unthinkingly bending over in front of everyone, to pull my socks up. The guys behind me had a grand view up the short skirt and nudged each other, while commenting on my panties. The panties were small and pulled tight up my crack when bent over. The teacher noticed the boy’s reaction, but refrained from making a scene. It was partly her fault for rattling the girl, she didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl anymore than she’d. Pulling me close she quietly talked to me.
“That’s fine…you’ll do…don’t take any notice of them…look at me…you’re a well-shaped girl…so be careful…when you bend over…you’re filling out now…will need a longer skirt… you need bigger panties…and a plain bra…” she advised.
“Sorry…Miss…it’s my elder sister’s bra…mine don’t fit…” I explained. My face had colored red with embarrassment, from being talked down to by the young teacher. The woman was only a year or so older than me and it was embarrassing being told not to show off my body to boys. It was uncomfortable having this young woman telling me what to wear and there was nothing I could do; I was just a collegegirl; being dictated by a teacher and would have to submit to the woman. After embarrassing me, the teacher sent me on my way, it was worrying how these demerits were building up. The teacher was right, I needed a new college uniform; it looked as though my breasts wanted to escape and were about to burst free. The adolescent boys in my class couldn’t be blamed for making rude remarks, when I walked pass a building site on my way home, the men made less obvious comments. At first it had been embarrassing, though now it pleased me to be noticed. Having their attention made me feel sexy, knowing it wasn’t right or respectable, seemed to make it all the more thrilling.
As for the pleated skirt, it was far above the knees to pass college rules; too much thigh was on show for a girl, let alone a woman. Someone who knew my age, would think I was a fantasy collegegirl, in high college and college; I hadn’t had such a voluptuous hourglass figure, so this was all new and exciting. All the male attention was fun and heated me up. It wasn’t something I’d to come to terms with early on and I hadn’t built up a way of dealing with it, the thought of being attractive to men and boys was arousing.
“Sit down everyone…settle down…and pay attention…” Miss derby said loudly. I noticed the woman glance at Brain, then quickly turn away, looking embarrassed. The teacher hesitated for a moment, then carried on. For the next hour it would be history, the teacher’s favorite subject. For this lesson she would teach it all the way through, rather than have us read from text books. One of the girls passed me a note, while the teacher was writing on the board. It mentioned yesterday’s joke between the teacher and Brian. It asked if she knew what that was all about.
I giggled and passed the note on. Unfortunately, the teacher turned around to ask a quick question. She was making sure they were paying attention, only to catch me in the act.
“Tina…come here…bring that note with you…” the teacher demanded. Having read the note, I was highly embarrassed. The feeling of being a naughty collegegirl rested heavily upon me. Another demerit was sure to be added to the growing list. Only a few more and Yash would be informed, and I would be in trouble at home, as well as in college. What the punishment here would be I didn’t know. Receiving a heavy lecture from Tina, and having to promise to behave myself in college, would be hard to take. With head down, I handed Miss Derby the note. The woman read the note, but said nothing. Expecting an explosion of anger, I looked up to see the woman’s face burning with embarrassment.
“Go back to your seat…be a good girl…Tina…no more playing around in class…” she nervously spoke.
“Yes…Miss…” I said, almost with a bent knee, I was so relieved. Everyone ignored me, and sat up straight as though they were model pupils. Something had happened to their teacher, and they didn’t want to find out what it was. It was unlike Miss Derby to let one of the students get away with something. The class became more animated as the morning rolled on. Miss Derby didn’t like teaching maths, so she couldn’t hold their attention. It was one of the problems of having the rowdy kids in one class, and keeping them there, with one teacher. Teaching this class left Miss Derby feeling she was being punished, as well as them. A girl picked up a pen off the floor and gave it to me. She whispered something and I burst out giggling.
Thinking the class was making fun of her, she decided to come down hard on someone. I’d already smirked at one of her incorrect equations. Being corrected by one of her students didn’t sit well. Wanting to bring order back to the classroom, she would have to make an example of her.
“Tina…come here…what have I told you…you’ll be recommended to attend the assessment center…they’ll keep you under control…what have you to say to that?” Miss Derby asked.
“Please Miss…don’t send me there…I couldn’t stand it…some other punishment…anything …please…Miss Derby…” I pathetically spoke.
“I can’t give you too many demerits…or you’ll end up there anyway…I could send you to the principal…to be caned…that’s no good…you’ll end up there…” Miss Derby thought out loud.
“You could cane me…don’t send me away…please…Miss Derby…” I genuinely pleaded.
“Go on Miss…no one will say anything…” Paul quietly spoke. He was pleased to hear the rest of the class join in; everyone was quietly supporting me.
“As you’re now quiet…not bringing attention to this class…I shall consider it…stand in the corner…girl…you can think about why you’re to be punished…give me a good reason…and I’ll cane you…it will be a sharp shock…then it will be all over…” Miss Derby said. I raised my hands above my head, feeling afraid and vulnerable, being sent to that infamous assessment center had to be avoided. What would they make a woman pretending to be a collegegirl? If they didn’t find out, I would be prey to those nasty boys; discovering how vulnerable and easily influenced I was, meant I would be in a big trouble.
The little skirt was raised up when I lifted my hands, though this time it didn’t show off my bare cheeks; I was wearing white cotton panties, and they were shown off instead. They were plastered between my cheeks, which was almost as rude as before; it was difficult to understand, but I gained a thrill from being controlled; it was humiliating yet arousing being treated like a naughty girl and being punished gave me a thrilling rush. When I stood at the front of the classroom, with my hands on my head showing off my panties, it was humiliating and arousing.
“Alright…Tina…you’ve had long enough…what do you have to say for yourself?” Miss Derby asked.
“Sorry…Miss…it won’t happen again…please punish me here in class…so that I can remain in your class…I’m going to be a good girl from now on…honest…Miss Derby…” I humbly spoke.
“Alright…I agree…” Miss Derby glanced at Brian and said. The class sighed collectively, it sounded as though they were holding their collective breath awaiting the result. They felt sorry for a fellow student, and didn’t like the idea of anyone going to the assessment center for hard cases. Me and Paul were an item, and both of us were well liked in class.
“Bend over my desk…girl…” Miss Derby ordered, knowing I was submissive helped her make the decision; this demonstration of power was needed to keep everyone in place, as we were relaxing and becoming rowdy. As a submissive, I easily give in, and accept a punishment. I felt awful, in a classroom of rowdy teenagers; I was bent over the teacher’s desk, feeling the teacher lift my skirt, I realized it was a big mistake facing away from the class. A slight rise away from the desk, and the teacher put a heavy hand on my back.
“Stay where you’re…try to relax…and it will hurt less…” Miss Derby whispered thinking this position suited her, as the whole class would witness the punishment. My humiliation would be a salutary lesson to them all. I cringed on feeling the hem of my skirt pulled up and tucked into the waist band. Being a short skirt, it took a tug to reach, unbelievably Miss Derby pulled my panties down! My bare bottom was on show to the whole class. I was a grown woman, not a young girl, I was an adult; at twenty-six, I was way past having my bottom spanked. Even at nineteen I wouldn’t expect to be spanked, in front of a whole class of friends; it was outrageous. Damn! I’d asked for this, without realizing the consequences; my bottom lip quivered and I moaned a little plea. Even in the silent classroom only Miss Derby heard the pathetic sound.
“Keep quite…be brave…try to be a good girl…” Miss Derby told me. Everyone heard the cane swish and watched it smack my bare cheeks. A collective, ‘Oh!’ was whispered, everyone concentrated upon my bottom with most wishing the caning to hurry up and end. Some watched the punishment with glee, their ancestors were the ones sitting before a guillotine, calmly knitting or jeering the victim. Some just ogled my bare bottom and it wasn’t just the guys as some envious girls intently stared. One yearned for the same punishment, wanting to experience the exquisite pain and suffering. Another wanted to sooth those attractive, peachy spheres of loveliness.
A red stripe blossomed upon my rear, the first was a shock; the second drove away all thought of embarrassment from being scrutinized. The third produced a whimper, the fourth brought forth a sigh through gritted teeth, if there was one thing a submissive was capable of; that was endurance, I’d learned to endure many embarrassments over the years and this was the worst to be added to the list. The class breathed a sigh of relief with me, on seeing Miss Derby put away the cane. I almost felt the wave of air but certainly felt the wave of sympathy. Only four stroked of the cane were considered lenient. Though Paul didn’t see it that way, he’d declared I was his and under his protection; not in so many ways, yet it was recognized in our classroom. I was his girl, and he hadn’t been able to protect me, he ignored the general thought that Miss Derby had saved me from a worse fate. I made my way back to the desk, and sat tenderly with exaggerated slowness; it wasn’t so bad, I’d never been caned in college, this was a first and once settled I looked around. The sympathetic looks left me feeling a bit heroic. It felt good to be a collegegirl with other girls like me around. Maybe they were the worst girls in college, but they knew about punishments and being put down, they showed me respect and a fellowship not experienced before.
“I’m one of them…I’m a naughty collegegirl…” I murmured under my breath, I was careful not to smile in case Miss Derby took it as a challenge; instead Miss Derby smiled at me, and rested a hand on my shoulder when looking at my work.
“Well done…Tina…” Miss Derby said, I knew what was meant and smiled up at Miss Derby and submissively replied “Thank you…Miss Derby…”
I walked out of class at the end of day, with classmates cheerfully encouraging me, many a ‘see ya’ was said with a smile in their voices. Their encouragement and joking heartened me more than commiserations would have. Paul caught up with me, and we walked hand in hand to his car. I was no longer worried what might or might not happen, he was my boyfriend; I belonged to him and all the girls knew it. So, did I, now.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“Miss Derby…don’t worry…I’m not going to run her over…I was wondering if she might show up again…” Paul mused.
“There she is…” I pointed, Paul backed out of the parking space and drove down a lane towards the exit. Miss derby didn’t see anything while focusing on where she’d been told to go. Brian was waiting for her, with the back door of his car slightly open. Quickly ducking down, she slid onto the back seat and covered herself with a blanket. Yesterday the blanket had been asked for, and she was glad he remembered. If this had to be endured, then extreme discretion was necessary, screwing up her eyes; she admitted to herself it was only that he was a student, that made it bad. Otherwise it was wonderful. A dream comes true, he was learning quickly what she needed. Too damn quickly!
“Where’s she gone…” Paul asked himself. Paul shrugged his shoulders and carried on; Brian pulled out behind us and followed to the exit. Instead of parking down from my house, Paul pulled into a house that was up for sale. As soon as the handbrake was on, we were heavily petting. In one swift movement we were closely embraced, my whole body felt on fire; his touch was magical, I wanted the moment to last and last. We broke off to get our breath back, I leaned back with my legs spread and realized his fingers were still in my panties. An old-fashioned look didn’t disturb him, it was impossible to get mad with him or even slightly cross. He wasn’t even with me; he was deep in thought. He touched a sensitive spot and I flinched; it was nice, very nice, yet he wasn’t concentrating on me at all. I cleared my throat, to get his attention, ready to slam my thighs together, it was impossible, the sensations were dreamy! Wow! I murmured at one point. Damn! Him! He wasn’t going to make me cum while he was deep in thought and while not with me at all.
“Excuse me Sir…do you mind removing your fingers from my pussy…” using my adult voice, laden with authority I said.
“What? Sorry…” Paul said and looked at me with surprise. It was as though he’d seen me for the first time, ever.
“Sorry…I was thinking…you know…Miss Derby…I’m sorry…I didn’t do something…” Paul said.
“What do you mean…you’re not going to do something silly…” I anxiously spoke.
“Well…you’re mine…I should look after you…” Paul fiercely spoke.
“Thank you…I can look after myself…is this because the class saw my ass…” I said, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. As a way of distracting him, I changed the subject.
“I nearly cum with your fingers in me…you weren’t even with me…you were thinking of my bottom being swiped…and everyone watching…” I complained.
“No…it’s not that…I’m sorry…just felt helpless…and I couldn’t help…” he sincerely told me.
“No need…I got off lightly…any other teacher would have sent me to the principal…then I’d have been sent to that assessment center…it was worth being caned…” I pointed out.
“Alright…I didn’t like it…” Paul admitted.
“You didn’t like it…what’s wrong with my bottom…” I said.
“You know what I mean…come here…” Paul said and roughly grabbed me. It was nice when he was rough with me, he held me tight and wasn’t gentle this time. The gentleness was nice, but occasionally I liked to be manhandled; I imagined being in bed with him, playfully wrestling, and him getting between my legs forcing them apart. The fantasy changed to being under him, when he was in a bad mood, being forced to submit.
“Maybe you wanted to spank me…” I teased.
“Yes…I’ll if you don’t shut up and kiss me…” Paul said and grabbed my hair, after forcibly kissing me, he lent back and asked what was wrong.
“You didn’t tell me…where you wanted to be kissed…” I taunted him.
“In here of course…” he mouthed and his eyes lit up.
“Go park the car somewhere safe…came in the back door…” I said and slid out of his car. He was about to flippantly ask if the, ‘back door’ was another naughty offer, but thought better of it. Not looking back, I stopped to pull up my socks; giving him a fine view of my panties. My bottom no longer stung, so the teacher really had been lenient with me. I skipped up the street to home, trying to miss the crack in pavement. At twenty-six, going on nineteen, I felt light headed. There was being naughty in class and being very naughty outside of college. What would my younger sister say when I invited my boyfriend into my bedroom. Hell! I was an adult, and could make a decision of who to invite into my house.
By the time Paul and I’d parted, Brian was parking in his parents drive, when the engine became silent; Miss Derby’s heart began to flutter, with fear, panic and excitement in equal measure. As expected, Tina was still at the office, she’d an important presentation today and she was working late; a snack waited in the fridge, but I was not in mood of eating. After opening the back door, I went to freshen up. Returning to the kitchen I was pleasantly surprised.
“Oh…I didn’t hear you come in…” I whispered.
“Is someone in…why are we whispering then…” Paul asked. I giggled like a silly collegegirl, he wrapped his arms around me and we smooched. It felt so naughty kissing a boyfriend in the kitchen. So much so the thrill and arousal were enough to knock me thinking askew. Being carried away on a wove of arousal, spurred me onto be a very naughty girl.
“This way…” I said, breaking away from him. Leading him to my bedroom, I felt as nervous as hell. The butterflies in my tummy turned to swallows, the bedroom was decorated in an embarrassingly young style, but I didn’t think he would notice. It was trembling with excitement; in high college I’d never had a boyfriend and wouldn’t have dared bring one home. Sneaking Paul into my own home was thrilling because I didn’t want Tina to find out. Stepping into the room we fell upon each other like ravenous beasts, then fell onto the bed. We were writhing together like snaked in a basket, after a while; Paul pushed me away.
“A kiss…that’s all…” I laughed.
“But where?” Paul grinned.
“Do you promise not to tell…Good…do you promise to be my boyfriend until the end of high college…” I earnestly pleaded.
“I do…you’ll be my girlfriend all through high college…” Paul sincerely promised. Of course, he did, he would promise the heavens and earth, and more. It was an easy promise too, as we only had a few weeks left of college. Pretending to think about it, I kept him on edge, waiting for me to make up my mind. His expression wasn’t so assured now, he expected me to chicken out; he was fairly sure this was just a big tease. Slipping off the bed to my knees, I put a finger in the corner of my mouth, with a frown; I looked innocent and thoughtful, he knew I was teasing him but just the possibility of me doing that was just wonderful. The anticipation almost made him cum, his cock ached for relied but he dares not move or say a word. He didn’t want to frighten me, or upset me at this critical moment.
A lascivious look crossed my face and took up residence, reaching up to his zip; my hands managed to pull it down. A hand squeezed into his trousers, rummaged around, then pulled his hardness free. My head moved forward with pouting lips; Paul held his breath, it seemed as though his cock had stiffened so much, he would never cum. My face was right over his cock and it ached for my lips, and he caught himself reaching out for my hair. Paul pulled back, tucking both arms behind him to support his back; his breathing was heavy, yet I was in control for a change. Usually it was my breathing ragged and whimpering little sounds of pleasure, with full my bud lips parted; I kissed the end of his cock.
“I’m your boyfriend…Tina…my darling…beautiful…Tina…” Paul whispered. I heard his words, but was concentrating on his cock, we reached into my sub-conscious making me happy and wanting to make my boyfriend happy. I looked up at him, smiled, flicked my hair away then opened my mouth. My head turned back to the important thing I’d been readying myself for. I lowered my head, purposely letting him see my lips close upon the head of his cock. I kissed his cock then sucked upon its head. With lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I looked up through my long eyelashes. The look of anguish and arousal upon his face was satisfying. For this moment, I’d him exactly where I wanted him, as a mature woman I knew what I was doing, and how to get maximum power from this moment. My eyes locked with his, my head was still, then my lips slid down the length of his cock.
“Oh! Shit…Oh! Fuck…” Paul cried out, watching my lops suck his cock was awesome. The feel of my mouth tightly gripping his cock and the flick of my tongue, was stupendous. Paul closed his eyes concentrate on the sensations.
“Oh! Yes!” He whimpered. His eyes opened wide, he felt something different and I’d stopped. The grip loosened and I was sucking in air, my eyes met his, where a mysterious message lay. My face was distorted with cock, so there was no clue there, something was up and he hoped it wasn’t his cock in her mouth that upset me. He wanted me to grip it tight again, wanted me to move up and down its length. Another deep breath, did it mean she was trying to relax and not panic over having his cock in her mouth?
“Oh…my god…” he exclaimed; he watched my lips push down until they kissed his sack. I’d swallowed his cock, the enigmatic message, the breathing, it all made sense now. He wanted to declare his love for me, yet garbled nonsense emerged from his mouth. The feel of his cock gripped tight in my throat was more than awesome, it was indescribable. It was heavenly, with great intensity he watched my lips move up the length of his cock. He dares not move or say anything as my tongue flicked in my mouth over the end of his cock, I took deep breaths, then my mouth again slid down the length of his cock. A little faster this time, only a slight hesitation and he was down my throat, gripped tight. My head began to bob up and down, as I face-fucked him, it was my face not just my mouth; as it was distorted when full of cock. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation now, as I swallowed him whole; my lips pressed tight again the base of his cock, my chin pushed against his sack and my top lip pushed against his pubes.
Faster and faster, I fucked him hard.
“Oh…God…I’m going to cum…” He shouted, it wasn’t a warning it was a declaration of excitement and of finality. He’d unexpectedly arrive into nirvana, I kept my head down, while he pumped strings of cum down my throat. My face was firmly planted in his crotch. Surely, I couldn’t breathe like that! His cock was deep down my throat, while he spurted cum directly into my belly. Like a rocket my head shot up and I took a deep breath. Several deep breaths, his eyes were wide and his mouth too. A look of wonder slapped his features, I was a goddess of love; his goddess of love.
Paul cock was still big and still in my mouth, I sucked on it, pulling hard; emptying him of all his succulent juices.
“Oh…yes…Tina…I love you…” Paul declared, I let go of his cock and smiled up at him. On my knees, having performed for his pleasure, I felt like a master’s special serving girl. He declared his love for me and I absorbed every word, every nuance of meaning. My heart raced to catch up with the feelings of being wanted, and wanting him.
“I love you…Paul…” I said, he pulled me up onto the bed and held me tight.
“That was wonderful…I can’t tell you how good…” Paul intensely spoke.
“I’ve never done anything like that before…I practiced with a banana…just for you…my love…only you…” I pledged. We cuddled happily without a care in the world. I was no longer a part of the adult world; I was a teenager with a boyfriend. Without the worries of a mature woman, I was free to misbehave. A woman’s sexual skills combined with the unlimited devotion of a teenager was a powerful force.
“Tina…that was wonderful…my love…” Paul said, thinking of next time.
“Whatever you want me to do…I’ll do…I’m yours…I belong to you…Paul…” I enthused.
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27-01-2023, 02:17 AM
27-01-2023, 04:46 PM
Amazing writing skills....
Superb... Keep rocking.....
28-01-2023, 02:14 AM
The next step would be to make her either lose her panties or have it taken from her by her "Boyfriend" at college.
Keep up the good work. Looking forward to your next update.
30-01-2023, 04:00 PM
Chapter- 20
“Hi…Tina…” Tina called, she laughed out loud; shouting her own name was funny. A week at the job was fabulous, the presentation went well and she got a mention, the CEO shook her hand and welcomed her and thanked her for her part in the presentation. With a head swimming as though it were her first cigarette, she tried the cheap wine and cheese; if only she could just leave college and work there.
“Hi…Di…had a good day…” I asked.
“What are you up to…who’s this? You can’t hide a guy like…it’s Paul isn’t it…” Tina said.
“Not hungry…I’ll be back soon…” I murmured.
“Stop right there…Tina…you can go…Paul…” Tina aggressively spoke.
“Sure…Mrs. Sharma…see you later…” Paul whispered and slipped away.
“What have you been up to…the blinds were shut in your room…it’s easy to guess what you were up to…slut…how dare you bring a boy college to your bedroom…at least you could have waited until I got home from work…” Tina shouted.
“Oh…god…I’m so sorry…” I began then shut my mouth.
“So…tell me all about it…” Tina heavily said.
“Like…we only kissed…yea…I’m sorry …I’ve been a naughty girl…like…we didn’t do anything…honest…” I tried to look innocent.
“Just Kissing…you didn’t have sex with that boy…did you” Tina asked.
“No…like…no…really…” I spluttered. It suddenly came home to Tina that she was talking to her elder sister, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry, she calmed down. This whole situation could be turned to her advantage.
“You’ve been a naughty girl…I told you…I’d punish you if you misbehaved…” Tina firmly spoke.
“Sorry…like…I promise to behave…I’ll be a good girl…” I pathetically spoke.
“You’ll go to college…behave like a good girl…make me proud of you…” Tina said.
“Like…yea…I’ll be good in class…won’t play with the boy…” I promised.
“Alright then…we’ll have pizza for dinner…you can choose…” Tina said. Eating pizza calmed us both, Tina was thinking over her day, while I was thankful Tina hadn’t caught us.
“It’s not the playing with boys…I don’t like…just don’t like to me…or get caught misbehaving in class…I’ll have to take over next week…I don’t want to be clearing up your mess…do you understand…” Tina said.
“Like…yea…I guess so…” I petulantly answered.
“It would be better not to see that boy tomorrow…it’s just that everything would be a mess…if you ended up in that awful assessment centre…” Tina told me.
“I can see who I like…I’m old enough to make that decision…we kissed…I didn’t say where I kissed him…” I brazenly said.
“In the bedroom of course…” Tina said, then noticed the taunting look. “You mean…you slut …I don’t believe it…you stay away from that boy…” Tina said.
“I’m old enough to decide who I go out with…he’s my boyfriend…” I replied laughing.
“I’ve to make this work for both of us…there’s got to be boundaries…and conditions…you’re doing a good job of being a collegegirl…I’ll help you all I can…as I’m acting as your elder sister…I set the boundaries…take responsibility for you…” Tina said.
“You’re just acting like father…talking about boundaries…rules…and discipline…well you can’t stop me seeing Paul…I’ll go all the way…if I want to…” I replied. Tina had a look of shock across her face, it suddenly occurred to her, that I could become pregnant with a boy from college. I got up to walk out of the kitchen, when I felt a tug on the collar of my blouse, I went backwards and was caught by Tina. Tina pulled me over her knees.
“You’re behaving like a slut…this is for back-chatting me…” Tina said and whacked me.
“Ow…stop it…” I protested.
“This is for messing around in college…” Tina said, pulled my panties down to slap my bare bottom.
“Ow…no…don’t…you can’t spank me…I’m your elder sister…” I loudly complained.
“You’re letting that class get to you…they might misbehave…but you’re the naughty once…” Tina said and laughed.
“Don’t you like that…me being the naughty one…” I replied.
“Yeh…but…be careful…don’t get pregnant…I think you like getting spanked…don’t you…” Tina said.
“This is the second time…I’m getting spanked today…its exciting…” I replied.
“Second? When was the first time?” Tina asked and I told her the entire story how I was spanked in front of the class. We giggled and went to sleep, but I was unable to sleep. I was unsure if I wanted to stay in character, it was dangerous playing around with a nineteen-year-old from college; as a responsible adult, I wouldn’t have even considered it. This whole play acting as a collegegirl, hot got to me. Relief from the pressures of adulthood had shaken up my whole life. Paul was nice, but he was neither a man, nor a boy. That wasn’t it, my younger sister Tina would take over from me on Monday, even if it was the name only. A new Id, and a new class and the swap would go smoothly. Only if I didn’t make waves, or get a bad reputation. Playing around with Paul might give me bad reputation.
Our Thursday morning breakfast was eaten quietly, we both had a lot to think about. I’d been pretending to be my younger sister, when it all went wrong and I ended up in college. To keep up the pretence and not make a mistake, we agreed to play the roles at home; both of us enjoyed the role reversal for our own reasons. However, yesterday something happened which deepened the roles far too much. It wasn’t the spanking as such, it was what it meant. Apart from stinging my bottom and Tina’s hand, it meant a shift of power in the household was complete. I was not subject to my younger sister’s authority.
“You look good…guys will be having a tough time in office…” I said. Tina was wearing another of my business suits, this was racier, and I wondered why it was being worn. The skirt was tight and short, showing off a slim figure and too much leg.
“Di…teacher told me to get a new uniform…I told them you were taking me at the weekend… to buy new clothes…” I told Tina.
“Sure…I’ll give you a note for college…so you don’t get into trouble…” Tina said. “Make sure you’re a good girl in class…have you done your homework?” she added. I nodded, while crunching on crispy flakes. Usually I just had a coffee and some toast every morning, now I was eating my younger sister Tina’s breakfast cereal and confirmed I’d completed my homework, ready to take the college bus.
Before the bus arrived at the bus stop, Paul pulled up, it was embarrassing getting into his car as the others made teasing and rude remarks. It felt as though I were being taunted, like back then, when in high college the first time. The clumsy, shy, collegegirl emerged in my mind and I stumbled, falling into the car. While ass upward, everyone crowded around to comment on my panties. They were my younger sister’s and were too tight, hardly covering my bottom. While folded up at the waist, it was a struggle to get up onto the seat; when I backed out, the guys tried to help me which was very unwelcome.
“Hey you…fuck off…” Paul shouted at them.
“Poor thing…” One of the girls said and helped me up. I was dishevelled and had to adjust my bra. Before I could say anything, Paul leaned over for a kiss. Everyone saw us smooching and laughed, though no one commented as it was Paul, and he was respected. He quickly pulled away into the traffic, having made his point.
“Hope your elder sister didn’t go too heavy on you…” he said, fishing for an answer.
“After catching us last night…she doesn’t want me to see you again…” I quietly said.
“Well…you’ve broken that rule already…” Paul laughed.
“Maybe I shouldn’t…its wrong…I get carried away…you don’t know me…if you knew me… you wouldn’t want me…” I blurted out. This was a way of saying I wouldn’t be available from the weekend and after. The collegegirl would be no more and as a respectable woman, I couldn’t give in to these base desires. He pulled up at the side of the road and gripped my shoulders.
“Listen to me…you’re my girlfriend…that means until the end of high college…maybe much longer than that…I love you…Tina…” Paul firmly told me. I smiled and it quickly broadened to take over my whole face.
“Paul…I love you…” I spontaneously said, it shook me to realise how deeply it was meant. “We’ll have to be careful…” I demurely spoke.
“Okay…we’ll be careful…” Paul said with a meaningful look.
“Hey…you know what I mean…well…both I guess…” I laughed. As he drove to college, I thought over how easy it had been to capitulate. The cane in college, and the spanking at home, hadn’t made me more responsible, it brought out the submissive side of my personality. Instead, I became more obedient and susceptible to others. One of those others was Paul.
For once me and Paul behaved ourselves in class, Miss Derby was less strict, but yesterday’s demonstration of authority had quietened the whole class. I noticed Miss Derby glance at Brian and quickly look away, she smiled to herself and her cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment or something. I didn’t want to know what was up with Miss Derby, so didn’t mention it to Carol. Instead we talked about my elder sister grounding me and so me and Paul wouldn’t be able to join them at the weekend. It was far too embarrassing to mention my elder sister had spanked me, especially as it was really my younger sister who put me over her knees. This was an easier part of the preparations for our change over, my younger sister would replace me on Monday morning, in the proper class. No one in this classroom need see me again.
“Just kissing in your room…she must thought you were doing more than that…you were…I can see it in your face…really…you did…didn’t you…you must really like him a lot to do that…yea…its up to you…who you see and what you do…” Carol confirmed.
“Are you two supposed to be studying the text book in front of you…that’s clever…without even glancing at it…just read…and absorb the text…” Miss Derby calmly told us. Me and Carol settled down to study. Carol glanced at me, marvelling at my experience and confidence with boys. When Miss Derby called a revision period with pairs, my heart fluttered, Paul came close to me, but didn’t reach out to maul me. Instead he kept his hands to himself, the look in his eyes was enough to have my eyelids fluttering and looking heated. Looking away from Paul, I noticed Brian walk out the door, Miss Derby was already missing. It made me wonder how often that had happened. Usually she’d been too busy fending off Brian to notice anything else. Putting things together, I wondered if the idea could be right, but said nothing. Besides, it could be a coincidence and the last thing I needed was to make trouble.
“Kiss me…” I said, instead of the awful truth.
After college me and Paul drove to a lonely spot and parked up, when in high college before, I’d dreamed of being driven to lover’s lane with a certain boy. This time around I was one of the popular girls in class with a heart-throb of a boyfriend, this place was called lovers lead and had a better view overlooking the city. A different city, a different high college and a different dreamy boy; but the feelings were the same. We ardently kissed for a while; I broke away from him as he became more passionate.
“Do you love me…don’t you?” I asked.
“I do…come here silly…” Paul said and wrapped his arms tight around me. In Paul’s arms I felt a great desire to make him happy overwhelmed me. The kissing was nice, but I wanted more. Pushing away from him, I simply said “Paul…I’m yours…make love to me…”
Paul pulled me onto his lap, facing him; he looked into my eyes for a while, then passionately kissed me. My lips, face and neck were tingling from his caresses; his fingers stroked my pussy, so he knew I was ready. He continued to tease me, but I didn’t complain; thinking of myself as his girlfriend, his lover, his girl, it felt right. It was a wonderful feeling of belonging to him. He lifted me off his knees, then lowered me down a little; I felt the head of his cock touch me. It slid over my wet lips and pushed against my bud. This wasn’t needed, I wanted to feel full of his hardness. The special feeling of being taken by my lover was needed.
Paul held me under my armpits, holding me steady, while his cock slipped over my slit. A keening noise whimpered from my throat, he lowered me back down onto his lap, with my full weight pushing his cock deep inside. My vagina clamped up it, gripping it hard; his cock seemed to fill me up and I engulfed him with all my strength. The look on my face was one of pure bliss, Paul watched my mouth fall open and a small moan gargle from my throat. He partly lifted me, partly pushed up with his knees and hips, it was a difficult position but it meant a slower and more steady grinding of my pussy. My voice changes to a little chirrupy sound, emitted on every deep out-breath. It was amusing how my face and voice changed on approaching an orgasm. Being able to control our movements meant holding back, though there was another motive.
“Oh…yes…Paul…I’m there…” I yelped, then hisses like a deflating balloon. My head flopped onto his shoulder and he reached for my breasts. They were now very sensitive, yet I was too weak to pull away; instead I whimpered and cooed while he massaged them. His cock was still deep inside me, when the moment was right; he pounded me hard, just the way I liked it. The rough hard sex set me off again. Next time he would try talking dirty to me, maybe he could get me to talk dirty back to him; there was so much more to sex than he’d first thought. It was great having a partner willing to try things out, there was only one thing he wanted now and he’d the patience to wait.
“Paul…you didn’t orgasm…you’re still hard inside me…” I said.
“I wanted to pleasure you…that’s all…” Paul smiled and kissed me.
“Mmm…that’s nice…it’s so nice inside…shit…Uhhhh…I’m going to cum again…” I said and hissed out something unintelligible. It only took a short while for me to recover, my breathing was still deep when I kissed him and thanked him between pecks.
“That…was wonderful…my wonderful lover…” I said, kissed and moaned. Eventually I came to my senses, if I didn’t let go of his cock; my vagina would become sore. Though I wondered if another climax might be possible. He helped me lift up its length, I half stood with legs either side of his knees, and my hands on his shoulders supporting my weight. While in this vulnerable position, he wiped between my legs with a tissue, then pulled the crotch of my panties in place. He gently patted my pussy, the unexpected attention to down there was strange, this had never been done before. The action felt as though he now owned my pussy, it was unsettling and nice at the same time. In the afterglow of the orgasm, it was easy to accept, he was my boyfriend and made me and my pussy his personal possession.
Paul lifted me and plonked me down on the back seat next to him, he guided my hand to his stiff cock and I automatically gripped it. The way he smiled at me, I guessed what he wanted; he’d pleasured me so I needed to pleasure him in return. Paul watched my lips enclose the head of his cock and closed his eyes. He opened them again from wanting to watch my mouth absorb him whole. It was an awesome sight, I was a good cock sucker, as I could swallow his cock and cum all without biting. His heart fluttered on thinking I was all his and was proving it. He would hold me tight and declare his love, just as soon as he’d cum. He couldn’t last, his cock was down my throat and he suddenly began to spurt his load. Spurting directly into my stomach was a marvellous experience, my throat gripped him tight, and my tongue was pressed up against his cock. My chin was pressed against his balls.
Running out of breath my lips raced up the length of his cock, a slurping, popping sound was made when my lips let go of his cock. A final spurt of cum stuck in my hair, I heaved in gusts of air, and looked at him with a big smile on my face. It was a pleasure to see him looking sated and satisfied with me. Paul pulled me close and whispered his love, I giggled and cooed back at his awkward declarations.
“The Time…” I cried out, we raced to my apartment with him anxiously driving up my street, we found Tina’s parking space empty. I kissed him and leapt from the car; I was home before my younger sister Tina and wanted to make it look as though I’d been home for ages. After laying out my homework on the kitchen table, I went to the bathroom to shower. Half an hour later Tina arrived home from the office in a good mood. Several of her ideas had been used in a new advertising campaign for an important client. She quickly realised that important meant they had a large advertising budget.
After dinner the kitchen table had been cleared for us to work on, Tina settled down to jot notes about the campaign, while I revised my homework.
“Hi Reema…how are you?” a woman said. I didn’t even make an attempt to answer, though my younger sister Tina automatically responded.
“Alexa…come on…in…” Tina welcomed a neighbour. I sat at the kitchen table wondering what to do. It was obvious my younger sister Tina had recently met the woman, yet I knew none of the neighbours yet. This was yet another demotion from woman of house, to being just a kid. How could she introduce herself to neighbours now they thought Tina was my elder sister? Tina was making a coffee for them both, chatting away about this and that. I was being ignored, leaving me feeling stupid and ineffectual. This sometimes happened to me in a bar, or restaurant, yet it was all the more awkward from it happening in my own home. While my younger sister Tina gossiped woman to woman, I sat quietly on with my homework; dressed in a collegegirl uniform, being ignored was all I could expect.
Tina my younger sister was wearing my business suit and high heels, she’d suddenly been transformed from an adolescent into a smart business woman. Maybe it was the clothes and the respect she received in the office, that made her so self-assured; confident enough to take control of me and the house. In contrast, I was dresses in a short-pleated skirt with a hem around my upper thighs. The white blouse was too tight around my large bust, my hair in pigtails, to make me look cute. Black shiny buckled shoes, with long white socks and a college tie, finished the collegegirl look; the overall appearance was a girl trying to look sexy. I didn’t know of what they were talking about, not having time to read a newspaper. Not being a part of local housewife network, I wasn’t up with the gossip either. Every evening there was a lot of homework to get through as well as chores.
I wriggled on the seat, wanting to escape the two women, yet unable to make a move, eventually I found the courage to interrupt them. “Like…Di…I’m…going to my room…okay…” I spoke.
“Sure honey…have you completed your homework?” Tina asked me.
“Lile…I’ll finish it in my room…” I replied.
“Make sure you do…you’re already grounded over the weekend…so be a good girl…” Tina told me.
“Di…” I complained.
“I know you want to go out with Paul…do your homework…study hard…I might let you go out on a date…” Tina said.
“Yea…okay…” I crossly replied.
“What did she do to get grounded?” Alexa asked.
“I caught her playing around with a boy from college…they walked into the kitchen looking guilty…I’m sure they weren’t far off doing it…” Tina said, while scowling at me. I felt awful having my private sex life discussed with a neighbour. How could they trash my privacy like that! It was typical of adults to treat me like I was nothing, they were all the same, and as Carol said, they were the enemy.
“You should thank your elder sister…for letting you out at all…I heard all about you being dragged off to college…you’ve been a naughty girl…your elder sister is too soft on you…” Alexa scolded me.
“Like…thank you Di…for letting me go out next week…” I said to my younger sister Tina.
“That’s better…it doesn’t take much effort to thank your hard-working sister…here…some sweets to suck on while studying…” Alexa forced a small paper bag upon me.
“Thank you…ma’am…” I politely spoke.
“Make sure that’s all you suck on…girl…” Tina crossly spoke.
“Di…” I exclaimed.
“You can be a lovely girl…when you want to…just try more often to be a good girl…” Alexa chided me. I made my escape feeling belittled and patronised in large doses by my younger sister Tina and Alexa the neighbour. After this, how could I face the woman next week as an adult? In what was now my room, I looked at the posters meant for a young adolescent; it was difficult to think of myself as a mature woman when bombarded by the message that I was just a kid. Sometimes it was subtle and at other times it was ground in, like just now with Alexa. I heavily sighed and picked up a magazine off the floor, the articles were all about image; which was entirely different from my day. My day wasn’t thought of as I began to read through the teen magazine, my head nodded while reading a letter, where the girl was complaining about overbearing parents. I found a lot to identify with as I read the reader’s letters page and features.
01-02-2023, 12:51 PM
Chapter- 21
The special Friday came around too quickly for me, though it was the same as any other day for everyone else. I would miss my friends, and the high status of being Paul’s girlfriend. How I was going to tell him we were breaking up, was difficult to contemplate. For Tina it was a special day to remember, one of the executives sent for her. He liked the work produced and offered her a full-time job. Without thinking about it, she accepted the offer. In HR she told them a mistake had been made and that she was twenty-six, the young woman surprisingly accepted her word for it. The overworked girl dealing with her employment details, accepted the lie, and Tina promised to bring in the usual paperwork on Monday. My birth certificate and other documents would be used, unnecessarily she explained that her father liked the name Reema, so she used it rather than Tina.
Next, she phoned the college, it took some convincing for the principal to give me, or as he knew her, Tina, another week in the rehabilitation class. Eventually he relented and arranged for me to stay another week. Once home, facing an interesting weekend, Tina laughed out loud. She was proud of her powers of persuasion. Everyone thought I was older, from the way she dressed and because she behaved with confidence. The salary offered was great and next week we would get both. What about the following week, what then? Tina might look older, but she was still nineteen and unused to looking forward to the unknown. She was inexperienced enough to have confidence in her ability to solve the problem when it arose.
Paul picked me at the bus stop, drawing less attention this time, he noticed I was quiet this morning so didn’t bother me until we parked up.
“What’s up…is your elder sister giving you a problem…” Paul asked.
“It’s not her…I’m grounded over the weekend…like…yea…I guess it is her fault…” I moaned.
“I could sneak into your room tonight…we could play around…” Paul said and grabbed me.
“Hey…leave me alone…” I complained, then giggled; Paul soon had me subdued ready to kiss and cuddle.
“Security will be around…let go…hey…like we can’t do it…” I challenged. His hand was between my legs and I was trying to push him away.
“Let the poor guy have a gawp…” Paul laughed.
“Stop it…” I pushed him harder, Paul heard the words but my body betrayed me. I was wet, and my legs were gripping him, not blocking his wandering fingers. My eyes flickered for a moment, then closed; I started to moan, and fidget on the seat. He’d found my clit and by now he knew exactly how to get me going.
“Stop it…we can’t…” I whispered, any moment I was going to orgasm and my whole body stiffened, a swirling feeling in my tummy had started ready to spill out to my limbs.
“Hey…like…why?” I complained.
“You said to stop…the security guy might come by…” Paul said trying to look serious.
“Oh…like…fuck you…” I complained.
“Later…that was just something to keep you interested…” Paul smiled and darted out as I tried to hit him. From the other side of the car I growled at him, it was a nice feeling but I needed more; looking around the parking lot, I noticed the security guy slowly walking down our lane.
“Damn…you had better look after me…later…” I bitterly spoke. I settled onto the classroom chair and squirmed a little, I pushed my swollen lips hard against the seat.
“What’s up with you?” Carol looked at me squirming and asked.
“You were right about Paul…like…he knows what to do to a girl…” I smiled and said.
“I warned you…what has he done?” Carol cheekily asked.
“Like…playing with me in his car…the security guy was close…Paul stopped…” I said, not wholly telling the truth.
“O…I hate that…was you…like…really close…” Carol asked as though she were experienced.
“Like…on the very edge…I’m still close…” I exaggerated.
“Like…does he have really strong fingers…yea…you know what I mean…” Carol said and giggled.
“That’s going too far…girl…yea…” I scowled then smiled a secret look.
“Like…maybe I’ll take him from you…” Carol teased.
“Well girl…he got two hands…like…he could play with us both…” I offered, we looked at each other and giggled. Miss Derby walked in and all became silent, Miss Derby bit her lip looking worried, she pulled at the collar of the high buttoned blouse, it looked as though she were choking.
“This morning we’ll study maths again…as you know…I hate it as much as you do…I just don’t want you to get too far behind…when you return to your classes…you three athletes need a remedial class…I know that’s cruel…but it’s true…I probably need to join you there…” Miss Derby smiled at them.
“I don’t mind joining with you anywhere…Miss…” one of them spoke up. The main sound of the class was silent expectation with a few giggles.
“That’s nice of you Andrew…but I like a real mean man…you know what I mean…” Miss Derby teased. She looked at Brian, with sparkling eyes, quickly looking away from him, she strode to her desk while fingering a pet collar under the high-necked blouse. Andrew didn’t dare say more, knowing he hadn’t Brian’s gift with chat-up lines. Miss Derby had turned her back on him and he accepted he’d been blown out; he’d only tried it on because every guy in class thought she was sexy.
“Open the book to page one-zero-nice…even I know how to work out the maths behind these geometric shapes…Andrew…the word is maths…not math…unfortunately there’s lots of math around…I’ll help anyone who needs it…else carry on quietly…” Miss Derby cajoled us. I looked at Paul wondering how I was going to tell him this was our last day together.
“Come here…yes you…girl…” Miss Hanson loudly spoke.
“Sorry miss…” I automatically trotted out the words.
“Is that what you call a uniform…the skirt is too short…as for the blouse…well…I’ve a good mind to sent you to the principal…at least you could pull your socks up…girl…” Miss Hanson the sports teacher admonished me.
“Yes Miss…Sorry Miss…” I timidly gave way.
“Haven’t you learned not to bend over like that…you’re showing off your bottom to the boys… you hussy…” Miss Hanson said.
“Yes Miss…Sorry Miss…” I repeated while going red with embarrassment.
“What have you got to say for yourself…” Miss Hanson asked.
“My elder sister is taking me shopping for a new uniform tomorrow Miss…” I said and handed over a note.
“Well…I suppose this is an explanation…be careful how you bend over…try to keep the buttons done up on your blouse…you look as though you’re bursting out of that blouse…you boys…get to your class…you see that I mean…girl…hurry up to your class…don’t forget your college bag…” Miss Hanson reminded me. I fled to my class, feeling belittled, like an unimportant, silly collegegirl. It was alright to let go and sink into the role, as this was the last day. It was difficult to know whether to feel good or bad about it.
“Sorry Miss Derby…I was talking to Miss Hanson about my uniform…yes Miss…at the weekend…” I promised.
“I don’t like my students being late…as it disrupts the whole class…” Miss Derby smiled at Brian and others “You’ll be leaving us Monday…joining the usual round of classrooms…I don’t want to see you here again…be a good girl…do as you’re told…understand…” Miss Derby told me.
“Yes Miss…thank you Miss…” I smiled back at her. Miss Derby was alright after all, thinking back over the week; I thought about being caned in front of the whole class. At the time I thought it so unfair, bent over the teacher’s desk, showing off my bottom in these small panties was horrendous. Better fitting underwear was needed, as well as a new uniform. At the time I’d imagined my panties being drawn down my legs, to expose everything between my thighs. All those juicy boys lusting after my body was thrilling. Instead, everyone rallied around to commiserate over my humiliation, they let me know I was one of them and had earned their respect.
I smiled to myself as there was no intention of buying a college uniform, my younger sister would swap with me, neatly slipping into the new classroom on Monday. Unlike this class, Tina would go from room to room, changing with each subject and teacher. As usual Paul gave me a lift home, though this afternoon there was just a quick kiss as payment. Getting out of his car I leant in to tell him, then lost my nerve yet again.
“I’ll phone you…if I can get away…we can meet in the mall…” I told Paul, I dragged my feet away from his car to the kitchen door, no longer skipping with excitement, I was making a good impression of a moody adolescent.
“Hi…” Tina my younger sister welcomed me home. She was glowing with pleasure, hardly able to wait over telling me the news. She needed a elder sister to share the good news with, so it was annoying having her elder sister acting like a sullen teenager. The mumbled greeting wasn’t what Tina wanted.
“What’s wrong…a bad day at college…” Tina asked me. “Come on…tell me…” Tina said and sat me down at the kitchen table.
“Nothing…like…it’s nothing…really…” I morosely spoke. Tina sat next to me and took my face in both hands.
“Just tell me…how you feel…is it a boy…did you break up with Paul…” Tina asked.
“No…like…I’m going to miss my friends in class…that’s all…” I eventually admitted.
“Well…I guess this might be good news then…the principal phoned…he wants you to spend another week in that class…what do they call it…it’s an experiment…” Tina quickly slipped the news to me. It was a surprise when I just sat there, absorbing the news.
“Like…am I still grounded…” I asked.
“Well…I guess no…are you okay with this…” Tina said.
“No…of course not…Like…I guess…there’s no choice…I’ll need a new uniform…underwear and something to wear after college…” I said.
“Well…my job pays well…I’m take you for shopping…then eat out…” Tina hesitantly spoke. She kept her eyes on me, while gulping down the coffee. Another week away from college would be good and working in the studio would be great! Tina beamed at me.
“After shopping…can I go and meet some friends…” I asked.
“I thought…we could go to a restaurant together…as a treat…” Tina offered.
“Sorry…another time…yea…” I said, trying not to look too happy. My eyes sparkled from the idea of meeting up with Paul.
“Girlfriends…or…boyfriends…” Tina teased.
“It’s girlfriends from class…Carol and a couple others…” I lied, while Tina freshened up; I phoned Paul then Carol. Tina had been prepared for a row with me; I’d sunk into the role of collegegirl too well, so maybe that was why I accepted the extra week. I was relieved to put off telling Paul we’d to break up, at first, I was worried about spending another week pretending to be my younger sister. The prospect of avoiding work and spending time with friends in class, overruled the anxiety. No longer did I’ve to put on the collegegirl role, it sat upon me all the time now. It also worried me how I was going to throw the role off, when going back to work, shrugging my shoulders, I settled into leaving the worrying to others.
“I understand…it’s a nuisance…I know…you can do it…I’m sure…you’ve been enjoying college…it’s been a chance to relive high college…this time you’re popular…as soon as you’re due to move onto the ordinary class…I can take your place…” Tina said, I didn’t seem to notice the slight on her character. Also, I didn’t know that Tina had phoned the college asking them to keep me for another week.
“Come on…cheer up…think of good things…you’ll get to see your boyfriend…” Tina said.
“I’m no longer grounded…” I said.
“Yes…” Tina said, we both sighed with relief and missed each other’s pleasurable reaction to the agreement.
“Same as before…you’ll have to be me…keep it up all the time…if you step out of line…I’ll put you over my knee…” Tina quietly said.
“Well…like…really….” I asked surprised.
“If I’ve to…to keep you in check…it’s a possible punishment…just to make sure you keep in character…” Tina suggested, she was pushing the arrangement a bit too far. During the week my younger sister had spanked me. Agreeing to let my younger sister spank me was going too far. However, the thrill of meeting Paul later on, meant I was in a good mood and would agree to anything.
“Like…only if I deserve it…yea…like…I’ll really have to behave myself…I’ll be a good girl…do as I’m told…” I promised with a slight chuckle.
“You can have a new college uniform…some clothes to go out with your friends…” Tina said, and thought about it. Could she get her elder sister to carry on the deception for a couple more months? She was due to leave high college then.
Tina looked through the racks of clothes, picking out what I would wear, as a teenager I should know. “Try this underwear on….” Tina said.
“Like…I can’t wear this to college…” I complained.
“I know…this set is for going out…I’ll get you some sensible underwear for college…while you change…” Tina said.
“These are nice…soft and silky…” I said.
“Is the color right…we can’t take them back now…” Tina complained, pulling me from behind the curtain; I whispered a protest, madly looking around the store, I was relieved not to see anyone in view.
“Put your arms down…stand up straight…I want to see what they’re like…” Tina said.
“Di…someone will see…” I complained.
“Get this dress on…quickly…” Tina cajoled me. I didn’t need telling a second time, I quickly pulled on the dress, not seeing it properly until it was on. Looking in a mirror to make sure the dress covered me, I now saw the pattern. It was an A line dress, flaring out from under my bust with a wide flowing hem swirling around my under thighs.
“Di…I can’t wear this…” I hissed.
“Why not…it’s lovely…especially the fairies flying around the hem…” Tina pointed out, careful not to laugh. We didn’t have to buy the dress, but seeing it on me stirred the devil in Tina. The pig tails, college uniform and makeup made me look young. This dress brought my age down a little more, as long as the person didn’t look too closely.
“Like…really…I can’t wear this…what if someone sees me…” I crossly spoke.
“They will think you look cute…you’re so adorable…” Tina said in a loud voice.
“You’re teasing me…just get something reasonable…” I said. The petulant stance and expression, was turning into a temper tantrum. All my frustrations were about to overflow into an uncontrollable outburst. Tina could see it coming, and looked around to see too many shoppers close by. Gripping my arm, she lifted the back of the dress. I was right it was too short, and the thong made it worse.
“Ouch…no…you can’t do that to me…like…not here…no please…not here…” I objected in a low hiss.
“Ouch…I’ll be a good girl…I promise…” I beseeched Tina.
“Ouch…please Di…I’ll be a good girl…” I promised Tina. Tears rolled down my cheeks, it wasn’t so much the pain, it was the indignity of it that mattered. Taken by surprise it had been difficult to protect myself. It seemed I would have to accept being dressed like a teen, wearing just a thong meant keeping a firm grip of the hem, what there was of it.
“You promised to be a good girl…do you mean…” Tina asked me, while wiping away my tears.
“Yes…Di…like…I’ll be good girl…I’ll do as I’m told…” I sincerely promised. Tina watched me slip into the collegegirl role a little deeper than usual, the sincerity and motivation were clear to see on my face. I was slumping my shoulders and taking on the poise of an adolescent, right before her eyes.
I was determined never to receive another spanking, it was just so thoroughly demeaning and it hurt. If it meant completely deferring to my younger sister then I would just have to be an obedient collegegirl. The shoppers, watching my public spanking, made it so much worse than when spanked at home. Finding how physically strong and mentally determined Tina was, pushed me deeper into surrendering to the collegegirl role. It would just have to be accepted that Tina was the head of the household. Instead of being the elder sister, I was now the dutiful younger sister.
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