SubscribeStar Story: The Tutor, Part 41

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Part 40

I froze.

This was not the plan! It was one thing to have confused thoughts about Annabelle in the privacy of my own apartment, but I had told myself that nothing like this would happen with her again. She was too young. I was her tutor. And honestly, I wasn’t experienced in the slightest when it came to girls.

Annabelle, on the other hand, had been pretty direct about her interest in the fairer sex. Blunt, too, all the way up to what she had just told me my inappropriate selfie had been used for. Putting aside the mental image that flitted across my mind thanks to those lewd words, I had mere seconds to figure out what to do about the current situation. Time seemed to slow down as she leaned in, which worked in my favor, but I still had no idea how to respond. Shove her away? Lean in myself? Blurt out the first thing I could to defuse the moment?

It wasn’t until she brushed my nose that I decided. “Annabelle, wait,” I murmured. Not exactly the exclamation I had aimed for, although my throat was a little bit dry from the nerves. That, and her eyes were all kinds of distracting. Normally someone would have closed their eyes for a kiss at this point; instead, the redhead continued to demand my attention at our now intimate distance from each other.

While Annabelle didn’t make any further move with her head, she continued to subtly bring us closer together in other ways. Soundlessly shuffling her body forward inch by inch. Using her firm yet gentle grip on my upper arms to keep me in place while giving a small pull here and there. We weren’t actually connected beyond her hands’ contact, but it was getting to the point where I could feel her breasts brush against me once or twice, and our legs were dangerously close to being vertically intertwined as well. “Ms. Annabelle,” she quietly reminded me, “And be polite, Mere. Say ‘please’ when you want something from me.”

‘Give. Me. The. Key.’ The demand was right there. On the tip of my tongue, and yet miles away at the same time. It’s what I had come here for, and what I had planned on taking care of before we got started with the rescheduled tutoring session. It’s why I had sent that slutty picture last night, and a little bit why I had put on the maid uniform I was currently wearing. Part of it was because I was so bad at confrontation, and Trixie had been so insistent, but I also had been doing chores so Annabelle wouldn’t be annoyed with me for sitting around and not helping after I had already kind of set a precedent by assisting the blonde on previous occasions. Obviously, my only goal had been getting the kinky and demeaning accessory off my neck. It had nothing to do with subconsciously leaning into Annabelle’s games. “Please wait, Ms. Annabelle,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.

To her credit, she did. At the same time, however, she didn’t back off. We remained in the precarious position, and I could feel the warmth of her breath every time she spoke and every time she exhaled. Her lips were so close. If this was happening with anyone else, I would have kissed her by now. Kissed HIM by now. I was definitely more straight than I was curious. Definitely.

And we waited. It didn’t cross my mind that she might take my request so literally. For what could have been twenty seconds or twenty minutes, we simply stood there in limbo. I quickly became aware of my own nervous breathing and increased heart rate, which was a notable contrast to Annabelle’s overall calmness as she kept me close and never once looked away with her deep green eyes, save for the occasional blink. ‘Take the collar off.’ Again, the words were immediately on my mind, especially considering that the black leather felt slightly tighter at the moment. Instead, it’s like I was spellbound, completely unable to move or speak. I had known on the drive over that dealing with Annabelle would be as difficult as always, but I had not been even remotely prepared for how the afternoon ended up playing out. The evening to myself at my place had also been completely pointless in retrospect. In all of five seconds, Annabelle had succeeded in making me feel more vulnerable than ever.

Finally, Annabelle broke the silence. “You’re pretty, Mere. Do you remember what pretty girls do?”

Vaguely. Yesterday had been such a blur. Even when I had attempted to use the evening to sort out how everything had spun out of control so quickly in the redhead’s suite, it was difficult to piece things together moment to moment. I took a breath before answering, which turned into a quiet gasp when I felt our bodies softly touching. Annabelle’s breasts ever so slightly pressed into mine, and our hips nudged here and there as well as she shifted forward again and guided me into a position where we were dangerously close to linking from head to toe. It was all happening so quickly, and yet so slowly at the same time. I could easily pull away. It would be as simple as taking a step backwards. If I didn’t, the teasing brushes up and down our bodies would turn into a deep embrace.

Finding my voice, as well as the phrase Annabelle had led me to the other day, I muttered, “Pretty girls behave . . . ” Part of me was saying it because I felt like I had to, and the other part somehow was convinced that it was the key to getting through all this. There was still that lingering idea in the back of my mind that upsetting Annabelle would complicate things for the collar. While she was rather mature for her age, the girl was still eighteen. There was still some immaturity there, and I couldn’t risk her throwing the key away if I did something to upset her. Or maybe I just didn’t want to be on her bad side in general, for whatever reason.

“Pretty girls behave,” she quietly echoed. Still pulling us together at the most dauntingly teasing pace, Annabelle asked, “You do want to be pretty, don’t you?”

What- what kind of question was that? It was the perfect time to ask, however, as I was feeling particularly self conscious at the moment. I was a total mess after scrubbing every surface of every bathroom in the house until they shined, and Annabelle looked absolutely perfect and completely put together in comparison. I meekly nodded, suddenly finding myself in a place where I was seeking her validation.

“Then remind me of your promise,” she said, nudging my nose again with hers.

Despite how flustered I was, a couple memory fragments were hitting me now that she sparked them. I had promised to behave, right before she had maneuvered the conversation into the more pet-like affirmations I had walked into. “Anna- Ms. Annabelle,” I began, managing to catch myself. What did I even want to say? As much as I was wrapped up in all of this, there was still a small part of me that knew that slamming on the brakes was the most appropriate thing to do.

“Hush, pet,” Annabelle said, “Kiss me first. Then we can talk. Okay?”

Unlike the last few times she had suggested something like that in such a straightforward way, I found myself almost completely defenseless this time around. My reservations were not nearly loud or present enough to stop myself from doing what I knew was a terrible idea. “O-okay,” I whispered.

Annabelle tilted her head and finally closed her eyes as her lips nudged mine. My eyes fluttered closed as well, and I didn’t flinch in the slightest as I felt the familiarity of her lips. I parted mine for her, and found myself faced with the same frustrating ‘kissing but not kissing’ tactic she had used yesterday. We were ever so slightly locked together, but there wasn’t really enough pressure for it to qualify as a real kiss. Just a bratty tease, although I had learned my lesson from before. She wanted me to chase. If I tried to create any kind of pressure so our lips could actually lock, she would pull back just enough to keep it from happening. Even with our bodies pressed together like they were, I could imagine that she was more than capable of doing it anyway.

It was just what I needed to break out of the submissive state I had been stuck in basically ever since she approached. “Don’t.” Speaking the single word onto her lips and resisting the urge to follow it up with a kiss as I felt the way my lips shifted against hers from saying it, I found the strength to be patient instead. Even if I definitely wanted to, despite all my attempts to tell myself that I wasn’t really into her.

I actually felt her smirking as the edges of her lip curled upwards. “You don’t want to kiss me?” she asked, “Shame.”

That’s not what I meant, and she knew it. At the same time, maybe it was out. While I was slightly lucid compared to how I had been leading up to all of this, I could potentially use the spark of annoyance to back out before we did the very thing I had told myself wouldn’t happen again. “I’m your tutor,” I said. It was a start. Deep down, I knew that I would kiss her back the moment she kissed me, and yet I still had to try to lean on the Meredith that knew all of this was wrong.

“You’re also my pet,” Annabelle said, “And my maid.”

At that, I shook my head. No. No, that was Trixie. Not me. I was here to get the collar off, and I was only helping her blonde maid with chores because I had been pressured into it. I was Annabelle’s tutor. Nothing more.

Then she kissed me. Her lips sunk into mine and our bodies were suddenly pressed together pretty much everywhere. Not even thinking about it, I reciprocated right away. Rather than passionate, her approach was almost sensual; it was as gradual and delicate as the way she had been bringing us together, and nothing at all like any of the kisses I had ever had before. Like, with anyone.

“We’re sealing it with a kiss,” she said, stopping just enough to whisper the words onto my lips. Her voice and her overall softness had been more than enough to remind me that I was doing something like this with a girl, but she also shifted her chest against mine; I was very much not used to having my own breasts pressed up against another girl’s. Annabelle continued, “You’re my pet, Mere. If you kiss me, that means you agree.”

“I-”

“Do you promise to be my obedient pet?”

Before I could get out a single word, Annabelle locked lips with me.

By pure instinct, I kissed her back.

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