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The Tutor, Part 54
🕑 Added 2023-11-02 17:32:32 +0000 UTCNow that I was caught up in the whole bravery thing that I constantly failed to recognize as more of a weapon than a compliment in terms of getting me to prove myself in a way that benefited her, I felt like I had to keep my overall hesitance and nervousness to myself. I also didn’t want Annabelle to know just how inexperienced I was compared to her despite how I was the university girl and she was the eighteen year old.
It wasn’t even the fact that we were both girls. More that she made intimacy seem absolutely effortless; I wasn’t bad in bed or anything, but I definitely wasn’t as smooth as she was.
Until now, maybe. Similar to the way I surrounded myself with talented young mathematicians in the name of keeping the bar high, having a girl like Annabelle before me made me strive to be better when it came to stuff like this. Fearless or not so fearless, I could at least show her that I knew what I was doing.
As she continued to tease my ear with her breath, I began gliding my hands up from her hips. I made a conscious effort to not go too quickly or too slowly, and paused along the way to pull her more deeply into me. Still wildly confused about how much I was doing for the sake of obedience vs. being brave vs. seeking her approval vs. merely being caught up in her softness and warmth, I eventually reached the zipper on the back of her little black dress. Taking a moment to brush her hair out of the way, and perhaps to somewhat steel myself as well, I delicately took the small bit of metal between my fingertips and gently tugged downwards while bracing the fabric with my other hand.
In response, Annabelle gave a light nibble to my ear and whispered, “Good girl.”
Unexpectedly shivering from both the sensation and the demeaning yet effective praise, I did my best to slowly unzip her dress. That was the easy part. Once her upper back was exposed and the zipper would go no farther, I had to figure out the best way to strip her in a way that was more than merely taking off her clothes. Not only because I was still trying to show that I wasn’t totally clueless about all this despite how I was really only used to removing my own outfits, but also because Annabelle’s clothes were a lot nicer than mine were and I would be hesitant to simply let an expensive dress drop to the floor. Then again, maybe she was spoiled enough that she didn’t care about stuff like that. She could easily pay to get it sorted, or simply go shopping for a new one.
Before I could really do anything, Annabelle murmured, “What are you, Mere?”
Not a tough question, considering how she had just reminded me of my ‘promise’ a minute ago. Blushing and lightly tensing up, I tentatively replied, “I am your obedient pet . . . Ms. Annabelle.”
“That’s right,” she smirked. Though I couldn’t see her expression in our current position, I could practically hear it in her tone, “So be obedient, Mere. Strip me. Now.”
But, I-
Feeling a pang of annoyance but biting back the huff that threatened to come with it, I allowed my fingertips to slip underneath the loose upper halves of her dress. So much for taking my time and showing her that I could be as teasing as she was if I put my mind to it. The dark fabric was on the looser side, so I assumed she wouldn’t need to pull her arms in like what was sometimes necessary. Instead, I merely gave an outward pull until her shoulders were fully bared.
There was only so much I could do while our bodies were still pressed together. Parting my lips to say something about it, I ended up abandoning that idea when I couldn’t think of anything that sounded casually sexy. Opting for actions over words, I took a small step back and allowed our chests to separate as I worked the dress down her upper arms. I instantly missed her warmth, though I told myself it was because I was half naked and not because I was so taken with her and this experience that was spinning out of control.
Inch by inch, I lowered her dress until her breasts were the next point of resistance. As if that wasn’t enough, she had been gradually shifting away from my ear in response to my own movements and was now gazing down at me with those captivating green eyes. I faltered for a moment, but from the piercing eye contact as well as how this felt like the point of no return. One point of many, if I was being honest, yet I was currently focused on this one. In a moment, she was going to be down to her lingerie and I was going to be the one who undressed her.
Was there really any other course of action, anyway? Lifting her dress back up and trying to rezip it was absolutely out of the question, both because Annabelle would never allow it and because it was nearly impossible to listen to my more rational side now that we had come so far. Short of bolting out of the room and finding a cold shower in one of the bathrooms I cleaned earlier, I was too wrapped up in all of this to do anything but push forward to see where it was going.
An underwear-clad tutoring session? Or something a lot more promiscuous and line-crossing? The sofa certainly offered both possibilities.
With the tentative grip I still had on her dress, I gently pulled it past her chest. My knuckles brushed against Annabelle’s bra and I had to actively focus on maintaining eye contact once her cleavage and so much other bare skin was in my peripherals. I was also in yet another position where I was totally unsure of what to do next. Though I was a little shorter than the attractive redhead before me, my hands would still only be able to go so low while I was standing. Either I would need to let go of the dress, or I would have to lower myself into what could potentially put me in a rather suggestive image.
For a minute, we just stared at each other in daunting silence as I continued lowering her dress. Her lips were pursed in a sultry smile, and mine . . . I had absolutely no idea what I looked like in the midst of all this.
Gravity was doing most of the work now that I had made it past her upper curves; I was just guiding the fabric down and tracing her bare skin along the way with the backs of my fingers. When I finally reached her hips, I hesitated in the same way as before. Not because I could no longer reach, but due to the fact that revealing her underwear was just as nerve wracking as doing so with her bra. This was all so much easier when Annabelle ripped off the bandaid and surprised me with being half dressed rather than seductively including me in the process.
“Almost there, pet,” she said, breaking the silence, “Tell me that you want this.”
Could I really claim otherwise? It was also more of a demand than a question, and I was supposed to be obedient.
“I want this, Ms. Annabelle,” I said.
