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Chapter 6 - My Sweet Jane
I tossed and turned after returning to my room, stewing about Jane, knowing this would be the last night I could possibly see her before returning to school. I decided right then and there that I've got to settle things with her.
I quickly dress and head over to her dorm a little past midnight.
Knocking, "Jane, it's Katrina, please let me in!"
"Huh, what?" She throws on a robe and opens the door.
I step inside and she immediately sees the hunger in my eyes. She looks a little scared and steps back. I get in her face and rip open that robe … perfect. The sexy little bitch has nothing on but the tiniest panties, the ones I bought for her, the ones I always loved her little ass in.
She gasps and starts to slap me, "you bitch, how dare you!"
I block her slap midway with one hand, then return it with the other, hard. She falls back stunned, but I hang onto her wrist, twisting it around her back, spinning her around. Now with my mouth up to her ear I whisper "we've got something to settle before I go back to school, don't we? We've been doing this little dance all week, not dealing with what's really going on between us …¿comprende girlfriend?"
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," she tries to say in her best ice princess voice, sounding much more concerned than confident.
"No?" as I twist her arm harder until she doubles over. I easily maneuver her over my lap. "What did we agree on the day I left for med school?"
"I … uh … forgot," with some real fear now.
"Well, maybe this will help." And I start in on her cute little ass, spanking until my hand was about to fall off, Jane screaming and bucking and cursing the whole time. "Still can't remember sweetheart?"
"Fuck you!!! Stop hurting me! I don't owe you anything!"
I grab her slipper, pull down those cute little panties and really give it to her. She quickly becomes hysterical, choking with big heaving sobs. Stopping the punishment, I rub her cute little ass to help her settle down. It doesn't take much of this before soft moans start to escape her sweet little mouth. I let my hand slip between those thighs and it comes up soaked. The lying bitch was on fire. I rubbed some of that pussy juice all over her face and said "my my, somebody's enjoying this."
She cried out "you sick bitch, keep your nasty fingers out of me!"
"Come on Jane, you are soooo wet, you surely must like being handled like this. Here taste some of this sweetheart," she is thrashing and protesting but it isn't long at all until I feel her succulent mouth working on my fingers.
Please stop … uh … no … don't do this to me … uh … I mean … uh … you shouldn't be doing this … hmmm …." It is, of course, hard to take her protestations too seriously while she's doing such a good job of cleaning my fingers.
Finally she broke down and admitted, "I'm sorry I lied. I know what happened, I'll say it."
"Tell me."
"I was supposed to keep in touch when you went to grad school."
"Yes, and … go on," I coaxed.
"And I didn't," she said tearfully, being far too succinct for me.
"Come on Jane!, tell me, what happened that last night we were together!"
Crying freely now, "Oh Katrina .. we were lovers."
I soften a little and relax her arm, while reaching around to pull her close to me, I kiss the side of her face "Yes, go on Jane, what happened that night?"
With tears flowing, she managed to say, "We were lovers, and you made me cum, and we held each other and kissed and told each other we would be lovers forever, and that I would call or write every day while you were away at school, and that we would be together forever after you became a doctor, and …"
Touching her perfect little ass and pussy was really getting to me. I was probably as wet as she was at this point. God, I used to love her little ass. It's been so long. I could so easily stop right now and make love to her.
"Katrina, I'm so sorry … it's been two years," she wailed.
"Yes, my dear sweet Jane, two long lonely years for me, crying my heart out every night those first few months, trying to come to terms with losing my one true love after only finding her. I've had a dull ache in my heart ever since, not knowing what happened, not knowing if you ever really loved me."
"I don't see how you will be able to live with yourself unless you pay a price for hurting me," I scolded as I dumped the goody bag I brought on the bed and contemplated my next move.
I had lots of options from the toys I found in my mom's closet. First I used the cuffs, since I had her arms behind her already. I jerked her off my lap and upright on the bed … she couldn't have been more surprised at this treatment, just as we were about to reconnect as lovers
I tied her legs together at the knees very quickly so I could attach the ankle restraints without her getting up and running off somewhere. Then untying her knees, I clipped this retractable spreader bar (gee, mom sure has some cool toys) to D-rings in the ankle cuffs. I spread out a selection of small crops and whips and said plainly, "choose."
Starting to panic, "Wha …!?! You're not going to hurt me again are you?"
"Choose Jane." Well, she couldn't. How could she? She had never experienced any of these so how could she choose the lesser of the evils. I chose for her, and without any experience of my own to go on, I decided on a little lightweight flexible crop. It looked like the best thing for whipping her milky white tits.
'She's got no idea,' I thought. I remembered how hot my mom looked with her tits tied, chained and whipped, and basically that's what I was fantasizing about. That had made me so wet. I grabbed a couple of sturdy rubber bands from the bag to apply to the base of her little titties, tweaked her nipples to get them nice and hard, then used ordinary old-fashioned wooden clothespins to top off my little project. They certainly looked painful and elicited an impressive gasp. I would have preferred nipple rings chained together like mom, now that was hot. Who knows, maybe when I get her out to California.
"Aaiiiiieee !!!" … she screamed so loud when I tested the crop on her tummy that I had to immediately gag her. The ring gag looked like fun and it would be useful for the next thing I had planned, plus she drooled like crazy having her mouth forced open like that. Her tits were wet in no time. Damn, my sweet baby looked sexy.
Whipping her tits was a lot of fun, as I knew it would be. I started slowly, watching each little quiver and shudder as I teased her with gentle strokes. The first serious strike sent the nipple clips flying and caused her to struggle violently. All she was managing to do though was to rub her skin raw against the restraints. Her mumbling and spitting through the gag was kind of fascinating though. The really fun part was putting the clips on, whipping them off, putting them back on, again and again. This made her furious and hard to control, but hey, at least I was enjoying myself.
I whispered that I still loved her, but with mock concern, told her this was necessary so we could get on with our lives. I grabbed her spreader bar and pulled it up as hard as I could. This sent her flying back onto the bed, legs spread obscenely, hands cuffed behind her back, about as helpless as could be. I took a particularly evil looking riding crop and raised it high, obvious to both of us, where it was going to land. The look of fear on her face was priceless.
I held the crop in position, ripped off her gag, and began the questioning again, keeping it simple. "What happened after I left Jane?"
Now sobbing uncontrollably she said "I got scared."
"Of what?" my patience running thin.
" … scared to tell my family or our friends." At this point she couldn't continue and broke down completely.
I took pity and sat her up, removed the cuffs, turned her around and held her tenderly and kissed her face and crying eyes and her sweet mouth until she kissed me back. I paused for an instant to pull my t-shirt off so I could feel her breasts against mine as I laid her down on the bed. We cuddled and kissed and I started to feel my heart open up again.
"My dear sweet Jane," I murmured, "what were you so afraid of?"
Again, crying through it, she said "Katrina, I was … I mean, I couldn't face the … uh, I was worried that …"
"Yes Jane?"
"Oh Katrina, I didn't want to be a lesbian. I couldn't face everyone as a lesbian. What would my parents think? … and everybody else, and …?"
I pet and kiss her until she starts to settle down. I start to realize that reasoning with her was not going to do it, so I said "There, there my dear sweet Jane. You know I love you still don't you?"
"Yes, I could feel it all week," she sobbed.
"And you love me?"
"Oh Katrina, of course I still love you, more than anything. I am so ashamed."
Oh that sweet girl I fell in love with was back and I had to have her. But first I had to make her mine, make her commit to me. Then we could live happily ever after.
I remove that pesky bar, finish pulling off her little panties, push her down on her back and settle in for a long night of pussy. I nuzzle against her silky hair, talking softly and sweetly while petting that delicate flower between her legs. First one, then two, eventually three of my fingers sink into her wet hole causing her to arch and squirm and adjust to the intrusion. I allow her plenty of time for her breathing to return somewhat to normal between each additional finger. It's nice to have three inserted. You can really wiggle them around and explore. And, I loved watching her face as I took her higher and higher. I really wanted her to expand, so I took my time and stayed with three, moving them in such a way as to open her up. When I felt her hole stretch enough I would slip in another. Her mouth, eyes and breath all signaled the same thing … she was climbing towards a major orgasm. So I decided to stop and let her stew a bit.
"Katrina, please, what are you doing, what are you going to do with me? I … I … am … I … uh … need you to … please, Katrina, don't stop, don't leave me like this …"
"Oh my dear sweet Jane, what do you mean? What do you need? I thought you didn't want to be a lesbian."
"Ohhhh, pleeeze don't play with me like this! I love you, I need you! You can't leave me like …"
OK, this seems like a pretty good time, I'll fold in my thumb and slip the rest of my hand into that hot little cunt of hers.
"Ohmygawd!!! Katrina!!! Please! Nooooo! What … are … you … doing … to … my … delicate …? You're … going … to …"
"Whassamatter my sweet Jane? You like? Or is this too dykey for your little parochial sensibilities?" This really is big fun, I can open my fingers and move around or rotate my hand a bit, and for every little bitty thing I do, I get a major response from my lovely Jane. About a quarter turn of rotation with my balled up fist, and Jane lunges forward and grabs my forearm with both hands (my wrist was already buried).
"Please Katrina! Wha … what are you doing to me? Please, I don't want to …"
"Oh hush sweetheart," as I calmly continue to rotate around in that sopping pussy. My dear lover looks like she's about to die. She's starting to rock back and forth and her eyes are rolling up into her head.
"Hmmm," is about all that's coming out of that lovely mouth at the moment, like she's lost in a trance or something.
"Hey Jane, what were you saying about being a lesbian?"
"Huh? Wha …? lesbian? … I guess … uh … lesbian is OK … yes it's OK … please stop asking me questions … I can't … think … very … well … Oh please Katrina, I have to cum … please make me cum … "
"Well I suppose if I was making love to my lesbian girlfriend … oops, I mean, fist-fucking my lesbian bitch, I could make her cum. Oh yes Jane, I think that could be easily done."
"Unnnngh … please …"
"Please what, dear Jane?"
"Pleeeze … don't make me say it, just please, do it!"
My poor dear Jane. She's almost hysterical and crying freely. "Don't make you say what sweetheart? I don't know what you're talking about dear."
"Dammit Katrina, please, whatever you want me to be, I'll be, just do me!"
"Do me? Do me? Whatever do you mean my dear girl?" This really is fun.
"You know dammit, stop teasing me! Fuck me, you bitch! Make me cum! I'll be your lesbian … your lesbian bitch, if you want. I'll tell everyone. I'll live with you as your bitch but please make me cum!"
"OK sweetheart, if that's what you really really want." So I start fucking her with my fist, gently pushing/pulling, in/out a few inches at a time, but this must feel HUGE inside her. And she cums BIG! It looks like her lights go out, and she doubles over in a fetal position, her hands holding on for dear life to that arm that is the center of her world. Hmmm, yes she's mine … all mine.
A few hours later I'm on my way back to school, leaving Jane far behind for now, just another quarter or two. As I curl up in my window seat, snuggling into my blanket and pillow, with the dull roar of the engines making me drowsy, the events of the past week roll around in my head, and I think 'this really has been the best Spring Break ever.'
The end.
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