Epilogue

Claire approached her porch, pausing when her phone rang. A quick glance at the screen revealed it was Alexis, and she quickly swiped her finger up to answer. “Hey there, sis! How’s life with you?”

The porch creaked underneath Claire as she reached into her purse, digging around for her keys. It was an ordinary day, so Claire wasn’t dressed too fancy—just a long dark blue skirt, and a white sweater under a denim jacket.

Patricia was always encouraging her to wear more white and blue.

Claire was happy to do anything that made Patricia squeal so loudly.

“Doing good on this end! You just weren’t answering your messages and I decided I’d try calling you before asking Belinda. She can get a bit… overzealous?” Claire could imagine her sister’s proud grin. “Wanted to make sure that our plans for this weekend were still on? Time with you is a big commodity these days but I need private time with my little sister where I can get it.”

Claire smirked as she finally found her keys, lifting them out and carefully spinning her finger to make them jingle together. “Mm-hm! Those plans are still on… unless you’d rather we do something else this weekend.”

“Aww…” Alexis pouted. “I wanted to hear you say we were going to fuck each other’s brains out…”

“Not after I just answered the phone by calling you sis while I’m still outside.” Claire pushed the key into the lock, twisting it with a deft twist of her wrist. “How’s Fiona? Michelle? Rachel?”

Alexis pouted wordlessly for a long moment. “You say it first.”

“You sure you’re the older sister…?” Claire made her way inside, pulling the door shut behind her. “I’ll fuck your brains out his weekend. We’ll see if you can keep up well enough to return the favor? I can’t promise that you will… what happened last month…? I think you fell asleep?”

“You had your girlfriend freeze time and make me cum until I almost couldn’t breathe before turning it back on!” Alexis whined. “That is… cheating…”

Claire sighed. “Yeah, but I’m learning why everyone loves teasing you so much. Even the Mins do… still can’t believe I didn’t even know them for a day and…” Claire’s voice trailed off into silence as Sophia stepped down from up the stairs, legs slowly coming into view from behind a sensible pencil skirt, then the rest of her in a fluffy, tan, cable-knit sweater. She smiled down at Claire, waving her hand without saying a word.

The smile was real, but there was also a very real anxiety in Sophia’s beautiful green eyes.

Claire took a deep breath, dropping her keys by the door before waving up to her mother.

“Hey… Alexis…” There was a serious edge to her voice, melancholy without being outright sad. “We’ll talk this weekend, alright…? I need to talk with Sophie-mommy.”

“It is so cute the way you still call her that.” Alexis sighed dreamily on the phone. “When things are easier… I look forward to meeting her, too? But I’ll be stopping by Carnelian’s later… I’ll send her your love, too, sis. If anything goes wrong… call Belinda. Remember your meds, alright? Just like we talked about. You’re important.”

“You are too. Thanks, Alexis.” Claire kissed her phone, and smiled. “Bye.”

After hanging up her phone, Claire pulled open her text conversation with Belinda. [I love you. Looks like it’s time to have an important chat with Sophie. I’ll let you know how it goes.]

Not long after, Belinda responded.

[You better.]

[Love you, too.]

She sent a third message, but it only contained a clock emoji.

Setting down her phone beside her keys, Claire looked up to hanging up her phone, Claire set it down beside her keys, and looked up towards Sophia. “Welcome home.” Her mother’s voice was warm and inviting as ever, making Claire squirm for all of the right, and all of the wrong reasons.

“Sorry for the delay, I just uh…” Claire laughed softly. “I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t worry anyone by leaving them hanging…!”

“You’ve gotten a lot better about that these past few months, Clarabelle.” Sophia’s smile changed, subtly warming as she took a step back up the stairs. “It’s Monday, so I’d usually be busy with your mother tonight… but I won’t be.” Sophia took another step back up the stairs. “Join me? Please?”

Claire squirmed, moving to grab at the hand railing down at the foot of the stairs. “Sure, Sophie-mom… Sophia.”

With a deep breath, Claire slowly ascended the stairs and tried to not notice how well the tight skirt offset her mother’s ass. The skirt didn’t even have particularly high slits on the side—it was just black fabric wrapped tightly, hugging her ass, and her thighs in the most flattering possible way. It was too tight of a skirt, or at least too tight while being too long, for Claire to get a look underneath.

At the same time, she was close enough to know one thing for sure.

No panty lines… Claire sighed. Either she’s not wearing any, or…

Claire frowned, shaking her head and clapping her palms against her cheeks.

Ugh. You’re a regular lesbian mind controller now. You literally high fived your sister while she was railing your girlfriend from behind with your professor’s mouth on your cunt. Claire squeezed the hand railing as she continued to make her way up. Mae is so knotted up, her passion so excited, that you whisper “mommy” into her ear and she practically cums on the spot.

You have no reason to be this shy with Sophia.

You don’t even call her mommy anymore when you can help it…

At the top of the stairs, Claire swallowed and made her way towards her mother’s room. Once inside, Sophia sat on her bed, and patted to her right. “Sit with me, Clarabelle…?”

Claire’s cheeks burned as she dropped down carefully, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder when Sophia’s hand squeezed her shoulder. “You don’t have to call me that anymore… I’m…” Claire’s eyes widened. “Wow… I’m almost twenty one… I don’t think I’ll drink much so it doesn’t change a lot, but… Birthday presents are nice…!”

Sophia’s hand gently stroked along her daughter’s hair, and she wiggled closer in turn. “They are… I like calling you Clarabelle. Do you want me to call you something else?”

Something about the way her mother said something, emphasized, without any extra undue importance, felt more meaningful than Claire expected to hear.

I like it when you call me Clarabelle. That’s why Elizabeth calls me that whenever we’re alone… Belinda when she feels like going into mommy-mode… Claire squirmed, but tried to make it as subtle as possible. There’s something else I like you calling me, but…

I don’t trust myself to not take things too far with you!

“It’s alright, I guess.” Claire smiled. “It does remind me of when I was younge—”

“Please don’t lie to me, Claire.” Sophia’s voice wasn’t so much angry as it was hurt. “You’ve gotten a lot better at it lately, but I can still tell when you do. It hurts me every time, and I haven’t said anything about it because I hoped you would realize, on your own, how we were growing apart every time you did… but you haven’t.

“I considered letting it happen…” Sophia squeezed Claire tighter, resting her head against her daughter’s. “Not every mommy and daughter… stay close forever. Some grow apart… but you’ve been closer to Mae lately. You’re only lying to me.”

Claire winced.

All she could do was nod.

You’re right.

I have been lying to you more, and I’ve been honest with Mae in ways I was… never honest with her before…

But…

“I want us to be close again, and that’s going to mean telling each other the truth… but that goes both ways.” Sophia sighed, slowly drawing back her arm from around her daughter. Claire didn’t shrink away. She didn’t wince. She stayed right where she was, looking up hopefully towards her mother. “Lies can be saying a falsehood, but sometimes those aren’t even the ones that hurt the worst. Sometimes… the worst lies are omission.”

Claire swallowed hard before she took in a deep breath, and breathed it out just as slowly. “I’m sorry, Sophia. I love you, I don’t… I don’t want there to be a distance between us. It’s been my fault, and… you don’t deserve that.”

Sophia’s lips pressed into Claire’s cheek. “Sorry, sweetie!” Sophia sighed, slowly shaking her head. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad there. You have been lying to me, but I’ve been lying to you, too, and that hasn’t made things any easier. If I want things to ever get better between us… I’m the mom—and I’m not even the cool mom. So I need to take the first step… This is just very hard for me.

“Try to go easy on your mommy?” Sophia smiled apologetically. “I promise, she’s trying her best to be good for you… even if she doesn’t always quite hit the mark.”

Claire quietly laughed. “Really, mommy, you don’t need to be so serious, you haven’t done anything wro—”

“Please don’t laugh, Clarabelle.” Sophia pressed two fingers to her daughter’s lips. “You mean well, but right now that will only hurt me.” When Sophia pulled her fingers back, Claire realized just how close their faces were to each other.

Our noses are almost touching, and that means our lips… Claire blushed. Well I can’t trust my voice now… so I guess all I can do is just… smile and… nod…?

Keeping her mother’s gaze, Claire did her best to stay calm, and nod softly.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief.

So close, the sweater Sophia wore made her feel so much warmer, and so much more pleasant to rest against. It teased at Claire’s cheek, at her hands. The thought of resting against her sweater-clad breasts would be even nicer than her sweater, but Claire did her best to behave. If her mother was wearing a pair of her mom jeans then going up the stairs might have been even more difficult, but the skirt, now that they were all alone on Sophia’s bed, brought with it entirely different challenges.

Stop thinking about how you could just reach right up her skirt you… incestuous… slut…

She’s going to hear you if you think it loud enough…

You’re making this worse for her, Claire. Behave. Be good. For Sophia. She’s that important to you at least, isn’t she…?

“Claire.” Sophia’s hand caressed along her daughter’s curls one last time, before she sighed, and cupped her cheek. “As you’ve grown older, it’s been so wonderful to see the ways you’ve become your own woman. You’re more independent now than you were even just a few months ago. You’re more confident. You’re happier. That part is the most important to me.

“As you’ve gotten older… I’ve noticed something else.” Sophia’s gaze glanced away for a moment, but after a shake of her head her eyes locked back with Claire’s. “At first I thought it was just the ways that you resembled Mae, but you’re not Mae. She was always confident, always knew what she wanted… but you understand what other people want. She can figure it out—better than you’d think—but it takes her extra effort. You just understand what people want, and you want to give it to them… more than you feel comfortable taking what you want.”

Claire nodded along, swallowing hard as she stared into her mother’s gorgeous green eyes. It had been awhile since she’d been so close to them.

They’re so deep, so… green…

Patricia’s are a different shade, they’re not as deep, not as wet, not…

Kissing Patricia isn’t anything like Sophia, and her eyes are this magnetic without being hooded, without her giggling or moaning or…

“You must be confused. I’m not saying what I mean.” Sophia shyly laughed, and closed her eyes. “Clarabelle. I’ve been having dreams about you. Dreams where we aren’t mother and daughter.”

Oh fuck.

Claire shuddered, but she forced herself to stay calm. She reached into her purse, and carefully grabbed out one of her emergency pills.

These take a while to kick in, so I need to take them when the panic starts. Thanks to being such a good subject, my placebo effect is through the roof, anyway… Claire swallowed and slowly exhaled. There’s nothing she can say right now that you haven’t imagined her saying before. She isn’t going to stop wanting to talk to you, or be near you.

Let her talk.

Trust her to tell you what she wants from you, what she needs.

When Sophia’s eyes opened, Claire’s were right there. Her smile legitimately reached them. She even reached out to squeeze one of her mother’s hands.

Right now, both of you need you to be strong, so…

Be what Sophie-mommy wants.

Be what Sophie-mommy needs.

Sophia’s shy smile grew, and she shifted her hands gently in Claire’s grasp without even starting to pull them away. “In these dreams… For a while I couldn’t remember your name—just your hair, just the things you did, just the way you made me feel…? It was like your face was in shadow, like all I could remember was…” Sophia squirmed. “The… The nickname I called you.

“And the things you did for me, with me… they were so… amazing…!” Sophia shyly laughed. “Sometimes your mother was there with us, too, when you would take me to places I’ve always wanted to be… but she wasn’t always there, and when she wasn’t… we were quieter, we were more intimate, we were…” Sophia quietly sighed, her other hand resting over both of Claire’s and squeezing. “We connected in a way that… It’s not that I can’t connect with Mae, but the way I connected with you—in those dreams… It was different. It filled a different need that your mother can’t.”

Claire shivered, but she forced herself to stay still. She forced herself to grasp her courage tight, and stare up into her mother’s gorgeous eyes without letting her anxiousness overcome her.

This is what Sophia needs right now, and it’s what you’ve needed for a long time.

Remember how Belinda felt when you finally confessed…?

Claire’s cheeks flushed, turning the slightest, most adorable shade of pink. To make sure the heat she felt in her cheeks wasn’t misconstrued, Claire carefully shaped her lips into a softer smile.

That didn’t go great for a lot of reasons.

Make it so this can be easier for Sophia, if she’s saying what you hope she’s saying.

“I love you, Claire.” Sophia exhaled loudly, laughing at herself as she shook her head. “I don’t just mean love you like a daughter, I mean that I—mph!”

As her Mother stumbled over words, correcting their meaning, trying to be precise as possible, Claire surged forward. Her lips didn’t just melt into her mother’s—they pushed forcefully against them as her hands found her mother’s hip, and the back of her head.

Claire kissed her mother, not as a normal daughter was expected to kiss her mother, but the way that a lover kissed another lover. She massaged her mother’s lips with her own, and she pulled her in tighter while arching her own body so it fit against her mother’s as perfectly as it could. She held the kiss as Sophia’s eyes opened wider and wider, only for them to hood, and Sophia to part her lips when Claire began parting her own.

That’s it, mommy…

This is what you want…

This is what we both want…!

Slowly, seductively, Claire’s tongue stroked along her mother’s. Her hand felt along her mother’s hip, squeezing tightly enough to make Sophia’s eyes roll back up into her head. The hand at the back of Sophia’s head held so tight, giving her mother nowhere to go while taking responsibility for all of the force, all of the friction, all of the ever lovelier bliss of the kiss.

When it finally ended, Claire didn’t give her mother a chance to speak. Her thumb stroked along Sophia’s lips, and she spoke in a low, firm voice.

“I love you, too, Sophia.” Her other hand moved from her mother’s hip, slowly feeling along her thigh. It was a touch more about staking her claim, about caressing what was hers than it was about reaching for any where or any thing. All the same, Sophia’s legs trembled apart as she melted closer to her daughter. “I love you more than the way a daughter is supposed to love her mother, and more than just the way a lover… I love you as both, mommy…

“It’s not… appropriate. It’s wrong… but I don’t care.” Claire gently moved her hand from the back of Sophia’s head to her shoulder, and shoved her down onto her back. Sophia mewled in shock and Claire crawled on top of her. “I want to love you, all of you… in every way…

“And I don’t just want it to be… an equal love…” Claire leaned down, her lips grazing her mother’s slowly. Sophia gasped, her eyes fluttering as Claire’s hand moved up along her body to grasp at her heavy breast. “I want to own you.”

When she squeezed, Claire’s touch was deeper than the sweater, and deeper than the bra underneath.

Claire’s touch reached all the way down into the passion Sophia felt under the stars. Her touch kneaded at Sophia’s longing to call her Mistress. Her thumbs found Sophia’s nipples, and flicked the threads connected to how it felt when Claire called her mommy.

Massaging passion into those threads, channeling her own raw Sapphic desire, her overwhelming lust and love for her mother, Claire reached for the things that made Sophia weak, the things that she’d shared with Sophia in such intimate, special moments, and she made them all burn. She made each of those moments like unto a candle that shone bright, guiding the way to the euphoria that Sophia needed—not only orgasmic, but the emotional intimacy that she’d felt with Claire in a way Mae had never shared.

Lips so close to Sophia’s, Claire felt every hot breath her mother exhaled, and felt every cool breath her mother drew in. There was no way that Sophia could move without it affecting Claire’s body.

“I don’t just want to own you because I want to own you, either…” Claire groaned into her mother’s mouth as she reached down, and in a swift motion, tore the sweater from her body. Sophia gasped, her eyes hazy as she stared back into Claire’s intense eyes. “You say that Mae always knew what she wanted… that she could… figure out other people…

“What I want…?” Claire’s tongue flicked out, teasing along her mother’s bottom lip. “I want to find what we want, together… I want to find the ways we fit together. I want to share my passion for you with you, and feel your passion for me… You’ve been sick with need, sick with unsatisfied passion, and for the sick…?” Claire hooded her eyes so slowly. “It is important to have the best…”

Sophia groaned, writhing beneath her daughter as Claire’s hands roamed along her arms, along her shoulders, along her sides. Every touch was to a purposeful place, either flicking at a thread, teasing a knot with her desire to reinforce the way her submission pooled in that place, or to draw out more of the passion that ached to find the perfect release through Claire.

Those touches were all, not coincidently, perfectly lined up with the places that even an ordinary touch would make Sophia tense or shudder. They lined up with curves, with her nipples, with places that were already aching and throbbing for touch.

A little casual Sapphistry is all that Sophia would need to cum…

But I want this to be more…

Claire shuddered as she watched Sophia squirm. Her chest rose so high, and fell so low. Her nipples screamed through the fabric of her bra—a bra that was lacier, prettier, than something she might simply wear underneath any clothes for around the house, or work.

Sophia wanted this all day long.

She dreamed of me last night, and she woke up wanting this.

Claire rubbed her nose along Sophia’s, and shuddered. “I love you calling me Clarabelle. It reminds me of being younger—like I said… but I was lying, because I didn’t say why… I didn’t say that it reminded me of the way we would cuddle for hours, the way you would kiss me, the way that we would do everything together…

“It reminds me of how special I always was to you—and I still am, I know I am…!” Claire grasped her mother’s nipple, grasped the knot that trailed right up into her libido and down between her legs. She found all of the paths that lead from that nipple down into her deepest passions, her highest hopes, all of the feelings that her Sapphic senses were attuned to feel. “But I remember when I needed you so much that I needed to be your whole world. I don’t need that anymore, and I want you to have a life, to be happy…

“But I want to make you my world, now! I want to give you what you need!” Claire twisted as hard as she could, her eyes hooding so low as her mother screamed. “I want you to call me Clarabelle! I want you to call me Mistress! I want to call you mommy and have you know I’m saying it like I would say slave or lover or girlfriend or… fucktoy! I want all of that… and I want it because I can feel the way you’d love that, too!”

Once again Claire left no opening for her mother to speak.

Her lips found Sophia’s, and she kissed as hard, as firm, as deeply as she possibly could. Her hips pressed Sophia down to the bed, pressing so much of her warmth down against her mother like such an impossibly heavy weight not because it crushed her but because it made wanting more than to rub against her so impossible.

Ignite the mind’s spark to rise the sun in you…

The words of her patron burned deep in Claire’s mind, and she trembled as she felt the passion they excited in her. She grasped at the strength, the safety, the security she felt in the power that surged through her body and could have twisted Sophia’s mind into whatever shape she so pleased. Her grasp on it was much tighter now, and her clumsiness with Belinda was so much closer to impossible.

In that moment, what Claire desired most was to make her mother feel good, and all she needed to do that was to kiss her, rub against her, and express all of the deepest, most passionate truths that she could feel aching inside of both of them.

Carnelian and Patricia taught me to not be afraid of myself… or others. They taught me to embrace who I am, what I want! Mae started me down the right path… but she was too afraid… too uncertain…

And how very little can be done under the spirit of fear…!

Claire broke the kiss, and both her and her mother panted against each other’s lips. “C-Claire… Mistress… I want all of that, too… I want you, I… I want you to show me off to your friends…! I want you to fuck me in front of them, I want… I need… you!”

“Well that’s funny…!” Claire grinned. “Because I have you, and you don’t get any say about that…!”

A brown eye winked, and Sophia burst into giggles that did nothing to diminish her arousal. She laughed, Claire could feel the passion burn brighter, the light within her mother flickering in delight.

Showing vulnerability, using that to form a stronger bond…?

Claire mewled, catching her mother’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugging as she stretched threads that connected to those same feelings of comfort, of deeper connection. She lavished them with her tongue after they were released, and soothed them with a kiss of tender, loving passion.

This used to scare me even more than the dark.

This used to make me sure I’d lose everyone I ever loved.

Now…

Claire kissed her mother again, her hand flipping up Sophia’s bra to squeeze and knead at the bare skin of her heavy breasts. Sophia screamed, arching equally into her daughter’s hands, and her lips. She writhed in joy, her eyes nearly crossing.

“You’re my mommy, Sophia… You always were, but now…” Claire stared into her mother’s hazy green eyes. She kneaded so possessively at her breasts, nails flicking at her nipples.  She moaned into Sophia’s mouth, and groaned at the way her mother’s eyes fluttered. “We both mean it in all of the best ways… we’re both ready for this… and we’re not going to look back…!”

Oh thank you Alexis for being so flexible and teaching me how to do this…

Because I need this right now!

Claire’s legs hooked with her mother’s, forcing their legs together in a way that in one perfect moment pushed them flush against the exact place that cried out for pressure, for friction, for the exact kind of physical intimacy that they both needed most of all. Legs trapped together just so, when the pleasure overcame one of them, it was impossible for them to pull loose.

“Claire… Mistress… I love you…!” Sophia screamed as her lust flowed along her daughter’s thigh.

“Sophia… Mommy… I love you, too…!” Claire lost herself to the same pleasure a mere moment later, her eyes fluttering back into her head as she held herself as tight to her mother as she possibly could.

In the doorway, Mae smiled.

“Claire. Serena. Guest.” Mae said all three of her daughter’s names, but the delight in her voice made it impossible for either of the women lost in their afterglow to do anything but squirm. “I’m so proud of you… and I’m so happy for both of you…” Mae slowly peeled off her clothing as she stepped into the room, until she was only wearing a tiny, flimsy thong and a satiny bra. “Proud of you, for asking Claire for this, proud of you, for giving this to Sophia so… wonderfully…”

Mae’s lips pressed into first Sophia’s forehead, and then Claire’s. Each kiss made Claire purr as she fluttered her eyes. When Mae settled into the bed with them, hugging up close to Claire from behind, all she could do was wiggle and melt into the warmth that surrounded her from all sides.

“Thank you… Mae…” Sophia moaned, reaching past Claire to squeeze Mae closer. “You promised this would be special, if I was honest, if I told her everything, so I… I did…”

Claire purred.

No need for them to think that this wasn’t Mae’s idea to make this all flow a little bit easier for everyone. Her hips wiggled as she shifted to kiss at both of her mothers, her eyes fluttering in delight. She Mae-be my Mae-puppet when I want her to be, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love her… it just means that Mae is much happier when she’s obeying my control.

I don’t know how anyone ever believed that she was a domme, or a top…

Mae-mommy is happiest when she obeys me, so maybe she was those things before I came along. Now…

Claire let out a dreamy sigh.

This is what’s best for her.

“I love you, mommies…” Claire wiggled her hips side to side, doing her best to rub against both of her mothers as much as she easily could. “I want to be close with both of you… to keep getting closer, to learn, and grow, and… it makes me happy that I can give both of you back some of the wonderful things you’ve given me, that I can make both of you feel so good, too…”

“It makes us really happy, too, kiddo…” Sophia sighed, and gently kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Would you like to be… a part of our date nights from now on? It’s okay if you say no, but it would feel… wrong, if I didn’t invite you. Mae… suggested that I be completely honest with my needs, because…” Sophia took a deep breath, and exhaled just as slowly. “You wouldn’t judge me, just like we would never judge you.”

Claire made a thoughtful sound for a moment, humming as she rolled back and forth to kiss Sophia, and Mae several times over before her eyes hooded low, and she grinned.

“I’m down… mind if I invite my girlfriends, sometime…? You’re all pretty close with Belinda, but… I’d like to get you to know Elizabeth, too…” Sophia’s eyes widened, and Claire grinned even more. “She and I got a lot closer, and well… I think you’d both be happy to get to know the women I’m spending so much of my time with. And… I think… Alexis would really love to meet both of you, too.”

For just a moment something inside of Mae’s eyes quivered.

It was brief, the sort of blink-and-you-miss it sort of reaction, but when it passed there was no uncertainty or hesitation left behind. Once it was gone, Mae smiled wider, her eyes the slightest bit hazier, her lips rubbing together ever so faintly. “I… I think I’d like that. What do you say, Sophia..?”

Sophia’s cheeks burned. “I think… it would be nice if we could spend more time with all of your friends, in… in whatever ways you’re the most comfortable with, sweetheart…”

Claire nodded, and closed her eyes as she nestled into Sophia’s breasts. “I think I like the sound of that, and I think they will, too… we’ll just need to get you both some more diaphanous clothing? And maybe, for you, Sophie-mommy…” Claire purred.

“We might just need to get you a collar with a leash I can pass around to whoever gets to have you sitting in their lap…”

Sophia shuddered, nodding rapidly as she stroked along Claire’s hair.

To think… Claire sighed. I almost ran away from this and took Sophia with me.

But mankind must make heaven, before we can “go to heaven” as the phrase is, in this world, as in any other.

Neisha smiled as she poured milk into her cereal bowl and slowly watched the flakes and fruit within rise up closer and closer to the top. Her deep brown eyes were still bleary, certainly still waking, but already seemed ready and eager for the day.

As much as I love making sure that my students really learn something…

She slid into her chair, lifting up a spoonful to her mouth. It wasn’t anything special, but she still let out a quiet “mmm” at how nice the first taste of food was early in the morning.

I am looking forward to a nice, long, lazy summer.

Though she’d only just barely managed to pull herself out of bed, she’d already managed to tame her long, wavy brown hair and thrown on a t-shirt that would have been loose fitting if not for her ample curves, and a long, loose green skirt that nonetheless fell flatteringly over her hips. As ever, her silver-framed lenses sat neatly on her nose, lenses freshly cleaned.

Maybe I’ll try to do more reading…

Around her, Neisha’s well-decorated, cozy living room was bright and vibrant. Bookshelves lined one of the walls, and a television served as another wall’s vocal point. Her gaze shifted between a bookshelf and the screen, her lips twisting as she narrowed her eyes.

When was the last time I just sat down and made my way through a novel?

Soon enough her meal was done, and she moved into the kitchen to rinse out the bowl. As soon as it was in her dishwasher, she let out a relaxed sigh.

Ring!

Her doorbell sounded, filling her home with the alarming noise. After catching her breath, and laughing at the timing, she made her way towards the door.

Guess I won’t be getting to that book quite yet!

Glancing through the peephole, Neisha couldn’t help but blink in confusion. As odd as it was, she didn’t hesitate to throw the deadbolt, and open the door.

“Hello, Miss Sharma.” Claire smiled up at her teacher. She was wearing a short vinyl skirt, and a long-sleeved black t-shirt that rose up high enough to show a hint of skin. “I was just in the neighborhood, and thought I would say ‘hello’ to my favorite teacher from high school!”

Neisha’s smile was strained, but it was still genuine. “Thank you, Claire…! Is… is everything okay? It’s pretty early for you to be—”

“I really should thank you for being such a good teacher, Miss Sharma.” Claire stepped forward, and hooded her eyes as she reached up to tease a finger along her former teacher’s arm. “You taught me a lot that I’m using every day lately… a lot more than you realized at the time, I think…”

Claire smiled up at her teacher, her fingers trailing the same path up, and down, up, and down.

“I wanted to thank you…”

Neisha quivered, her eyes fluttering as she strained to catch her breath. “You’re… welcome…?”

Each time that Claire’s finger moved back to trace the same path, Neisha quivered a little bit more, and her eyes turned a little glassier. It wasn’t long before she was slouching, her mouth hanging open as Claire smiled up at her. Nothing about it was innocent, but Neisha’s mind was moving too slowly to know how to react.

Even when her student’s hand moved to her hip, Neisha could only stare with increasingly dull, blank eyes.

Wait… this isn’t…

She fluttered her eyes, but even the quick motions did nothing to clear the haze away.

Something’s…

I need to make her…She moved her hand to reach for Claire’s hand, but halfway along the way Claire’s fingers twisted, and Neisha’s arm fell limp at her side with a deep groan. What was I… doing…?

“Really, I mean it though…! You inspired feelings in me that really helped me find my passion for my current work… and it’s pretty important work, too!” Claire chuckled, her tongue reaching out to wet her lips. “I’m learning things all the time… my mom is helping me get into politics… And without all of your work…?

“Who knows where I’d be..!” Giggling, Claire squeezed her teacher’s hip and leaned close enough to whisper. “Invite me in, Miss Sharma. I want to thank you properly.”

Neisha shuddered.

Her eyes fluttered.

“I-invite…. You… in…?” The words all made sense individually, but processing exactly what was happening was taking more effort than it should have. She whimpered, her eyes narrowing, her hands squeezing into something that almost resembled a pair of loose fists.

Something… I can’t… Think… I can’t…

This is… bad…

Wrong…

Claire purred, nodding slowly.

“Just tell me that you would like me to come inside.” She sighed, squeezing her teacher’s hip. The grasp was tight, and Neisha couldn’t stop herself from groaning. “There’s a lot I’d like to thank you for, and… some opportunities that I could open up for you… opportunities for… networking…?” Claire giggled. “Opportunities to help advance what they’re capable of doing, too…”

“P-please…” Neisha stumbled back. Claire’s hand fell away, but the simple loss of touch wasn’t enough to set her free from the younger woman’s influence. Whatever heat coursed through her fingers, Neisha wasn’t able to shake loose before Claire was inside.

Reaching behind her, Claire threw the deadbolt.

“I’ve been looking forward to this since Mae suggested it. Took me awhile, between school, and work, and having…” Claire held up her hand, tapping her fingertips as she silently moved her lips. “…Five girlfriends…? Probably six, sooner or later, but… enough about that…!” Claire stepped closer, looking right up into her teacher’s eyes. “I’d like to teach you about just what it can feel like to have a woman who knows how your body and mind work in ways you never imagined… wants to make you cum.”

Neisha shuddered, and before she could say a word, Claire’s finger was stroking back and forth along the bridge of her nose.