The Tutor, Part 57

It wasn’t the first time someone had undone my bra while making out with me.

Though I wasn’t the most experienced or promiscuous girl, I had at least been this intimate with a few guys over the years. But as usual, Annabelle proved herself better and more unique than all of them. Being a girl herself, she had no trouble handling the clasp. And yet, despite how smoothly and effortlessly she loosened my undergarment, she was in no rush to get it off of me.

Her hands merely released the two halves of the band and started tracing my bare back as we continued to kiss. Of course, it didn’t really matter that my bra was still partially on. The moment my breasts became unfettered by her handiwork, this whole experience shifted to something that promised (or threatened) a lot more. Obviously straddling her while we were both in nothing but lingerie was already pushing into dangerous territory. I had just been naively hoping that maybe that would have been the line in terms of how far we took things tonight. Or ever.

I couldn’t deny that I wanted her; I wasn’t just saying it because I had been compelled to say it. But that didn’t mean that any of this was okay. She was too young, which I constantly had to remind myself due to how she was mature in a number of ways, and this whole sapphic scene I was taking part in had a huge asterisk due to the collar I was wearing and all the conditions and exchanges that were impossible to keep track of amidst our current physical activity. How much of this was organic vs. part of Annabelle’s games? Or was it all one and the same to a girl like her?

Little by little, I realized that she was taking my bra off. It just wasn’t with the haste or eagerness that the average guy had. As she continued making out with me, constantly demonstrating how good it felt to kiss a girl–or maybe just to kiss her–Annabelle’s hands explored my bare upper back and shoulders in a way that simultaneously nudged me to increase the passion between us as the girl on top while also gradually working my straps outward until gravity started to take over.

“Mmm . . . ” I whined into her lips when I felt what was happening to my bra. Pretty much the only thing keeping the cups in place was the fact that my chest was pressed into hers. If I wanted to keep myself from being fully topless, which was admittedly a little questionable now that her confusingly perfect kissing style had me thoroughly distracted and once again caught up in the moment, I needed to make a decision and make it soon. It wasn’t just the feeling of making out with her; there was also the softness and warmth of her body, as more or less every inch of me was flush with her on the sofa. The only way to tap the brakes and pull my bra straps back onto my shoulders would be to remove my hands from Annabelle’s body and pause all of this long enough to adjust the garment back into place, not to mention how I’d have to awkwardly reach behind myself to do the clasp.

What would that even achieve? I would still be on top of a scantily clad Annabelle, while matching her state of undress myself. Only if I backed out in such a way, I would be back on her bad side while proving that I wasn’t nearly as brave as I kept feeling the need to prove that I was. And again, it would be so awkward and unnatural to get the process started when I was currently pushing into the red haired girl and deepening our kiss.

Then, to my surprise, she broke things off. Barely. Teasing me by locking our lips long enough for me to reciprocate the tempting pressure, she then pulled back and murmured, “Yes, Mere?” Belatedly responding to my little whine at the worst possible time.

I had nothing to say. Her latest tactic only made me want to keep all of this going, and I was poised to make that happen. Though I was collared and constantly on my back foot amidst her manipulative antics, I was also the girl on top. I didn’t bother with a verbal response. Instead, I merely chased her lips and initiated another round of making out. Never once did I consider the fact that she might have put us in this position on purpose to balance out her dominance by giving me a taste of physical control.

And just when I was starting to get used to the feeling of assertively leaning in and cutting Annabelle off for once instead of the other way around, she switched things up.

It was so natural that I barely recognized what was happening at first. As we kissed each other, she shifted my body to my right in a way that allowed us to have even more of a connection. I knew in the back of my mind that the partial diagonal of our bodies was setting the stage for this to turn into something more horizontal, but I was too busy plunging my tongue into her mouth as she heightened the intensity of everything with such a simple yet sexy maneuver.

Though I was the older girl, it was clear that Annabelle was more experienced across the board. Her next few moves were so graceful and efficient that I could barely keep up with what she was doing until it was too late. Before I knew it, my back was against the soft leather and my bra had somehow vanished along the way. Instead of straddling her, everything was a lot more even between us as our legs were intertwined below. Annabelle wasn’t fully lying on top of me as we continued making out, but she was definitely more on top while we were tangled up together. If there had been even a shred of hope when it came to making this spot more about tutoring than fooling around, that had disappeared along with my bra. Our bodies were almost completely flush, and I could literally not stop kissing her.

Annabelle was no longer teasing, either. She didn’t steal away with her lips for the sake of frustrating me and making me chase, nor did she ever break things off to remind me that all of this meant that I was obedient or whatever. Of course, all the softness and warmth in the world couldn’t fully make me forget about the tight leather around my neck, although I wasn’t particularly focused on the ‘pet’ aspect of our dynamic at the moment.

It was not a gentle or sensual make-out session. The more our lips locked and our tongues danced, the more energy we both brought to the experience. Which is why when Annabelle finally did end up breaking things off, I was practically breathless. Chest heaving against hers and slightly panting against her lips, instantly proving that I was easily the less fit girl of the two of us, I definitely couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes yet.

“Do you want to go back to tutoring, Mere?” she purred against my lips. How did she still have oxygen right now?! The young girl’s voice sounded just as calm and sultry as it always did when we were physically close to each other.

And no, I did NOT want to go back to tutoring. I knew what she was doing, too. Winded and aroused as I was, I could still see how she was reversing things where she was the one stating what I had been pushing for recently while knowing full well that I was in no state to listen to the voice of reason. Not that she actually meant it, of course.

I wanted to actually answer, but could feel my voice threatening an awkward crack or embarrassing little sound as I attempted to form the words. Instead, I gave a small shake of my head. Guessing that she might not be able to register that kind of response if her eyes were still closed, I followed up by brushing my lips against hers.

Immediately taking the opportunity to tease me, she quietly insisted, “Answer the question, pet. Like you were trained. Do you want to go back to tutoring?”

The demeaning phrase didn’t phase me in the slightest; my focus was elsewhere. I just cleared my throat, face pretty much permanently flushed as I half-whispered, “No, Ms. Annabelle.”

“Good girl.” She gave me a small kiss, almost like a reward, before shifting forward to bring her lips to my ear again. In a softer and more sultry tone, she said, “I should take off my bra, so we match.”