She told me to lie down on the floor, and again, I swung my ankles over her shoulders.
“Please…” I thought to myself… “Please fuck me”. I didn’t even know what that meant.
I had a thought that having sex with Trish would involve her licking my pussy, or vice versa, but the details about the idea were more than a little hazy. I was vulnerable, and feeling things that seemed like love. Whatever she wanted from me, I wanted to give. Slowly, she worked the shaving cream around my ass.
“When Kayla was doing this for me…” she said, “she let me ask her questions. So I suppose I’ll give you the same freedom. Go ahead.”
“Okay, uhm… whose Kayla?”
Trish visably shook at my question - a damn good thing she wasn’t holding the razor at that point. “Suppose I should have expected that but uh… Bad avenue of conversation. Next question?”
“Oh, uhm. Sorry. Okay. So… are you a lesbian?”
“Not answering that one either, I’m afraid. Why don’t you try asking some questions that aren’t specifically about me?” She moved the razor toward my ass. “And don’t piss me off now, cause I really would hate to slip.”
“Uhm… okay. I suppose anything about what’s going to happen tomorrow would be classified information, right?”
“Correct. Lots of restrictions, I know. But you’re a bright girl, right?”
“Can I ask why you’re helping me?”
“I suppose I can answer that. When I was initiated into K, I had help. I thought it was only fair that you got help as well. Initiation is a very difficult process, you know. And it’s changed since I’ve been initiated.”
“Okay. Uhmm…”
“Ooops. Too late. I’ve already finished you off.”
“Wait! Wait! One more… please?”
“Alright, but I’m not saying I’m going to answer it.”
“Why uhmm… why was I chosen?”
“You were my choice, actually. I saw something in you I knew would make you a good K. And confidentially, that is - don’t tell anyone else about this, but I had the feeling you had a “thing” for me.”
“I do, Trish. God, I do.”
She rubbed a finger along the lips of my pussy. “Yup, thought so… Oh my, you are wet, aren’t you?”
“Trish… are you going to… are we going to have sex tonight?”
“You want to, don’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
“Nope. Sorry. It’s one of the rules.”
“Trish, I… can I kiss you?” |