Laura has been living and working on a summer campsite for ten weeks. Initial loneliness resulted in phone calls to her college neighbour Richie, who visited and unexpectedly offered sex. Laura got to know two other camp staff, Andy and Alison, who had worked together for a year, but have only just got together and agreed to live together -- Ali recently broke up with their female boss. Last week, Richie manipulated Andy into joining him and Laura for a threesome.
It's now the last night on site, with all other staff and children gone. Richie has pointed out to Ali that Laura is bisexual and seems to respond to dominance, which he doesn't know anything about but has heard that Ali does. Andy has also recommended the idea to Ali. This being Britain, they've gone off to the pub while all thinking about this potential foursome.
Note: this chapter contains a fair bit of gentle, fully consensual, BDSM and also plenty of same-sex contact. If you only like vanilla heterosexuality please go read my stories 'Into the Woods' and 'Homesick Halloween', and ignore all of my others, and we'll all be happier.
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"Easy on the drink," Ali warned the rest of us, ordering a diet Coke with her meal and accepting Pepsi.
I nodded. Apart from anything else, I didn't want to make a fool of myself. Not that way.
Richie didn't object, but Andy gave Ali a stern look. "Dinnae fash yersel', hen. I won't be having too many, but it's for me I'm doing it, not because anyone's telling me."
Andy never took 'telling' well. Sam never seemed to learn that.
Luckily, Ali seemed to have the measure of him. "Not ordering you, babe. Merely a recommendation. Mostly aimed at them two." She waved a thumb.
"Why? I asked. Richie stayed impassive, as usual.
"You're younger, I don't know you. And you don't want anyone too plastered for getting... hands-on, right, love?"
I supposed so. I got the impression Andy would be focused on Ali -- though if she were focussing on me -- oh, dear! Perhaps it was as well I'd never see them again after tomorrow?
Nature called, so I went upstairs to the Ladies. Two wobbly cubicles. I emerged to wash my hands, when Ali walked in.
"Wait up. I'll be out in a minute," she said.
She washed her hands, then perched on the unit surrounding the wash basin, looking down to me.
"No-one else in here, right? Good. Tell me. What have you done before?"
In case I was doubting the intent of her question, she beckoned me forward, then pulled my face to hers -- only a couple inches for me to reach up -- and planted a firm kiss just to the side of my mouth, as if daring me to turn and put my mouth on hers.
I've always been up for a dare.
Her mouth was firmer than I'd expected, not at all tentative nor scared. When she wrapped her legs round me, I held her warm, feminine, body close.
We only snogged for a few seconds, well aware someone could come in at any minute. She pushed me away with an approving grin.
"Not your first, then?"
"No."
"How many?"
I shrugged. "Half a dozen if we're talking kissing, if you mean getting seriously down and dirty, then, three? Well. Two. Two good ones. One quite a number of times..." Only once, for the other.
"And a bad one?" She was sympathetic.
"Not bad as
such
... Just not up for getting very dirty, it turned out. Sweet and nice kissing and cuddling, but not up for any..." I gestured getting a hand up between a girl's legs.
Ali grinned, clearly totally approving of my desires. "I like you."
"Good."
"I want to do bad things to you."
"Um...
maybe
good? What sort of things?" I asked in trepidation.
Ali jumped back down to the floor, still with her manic pleased smile. She tucked a wisp of my hair back behind my ear. "Lots. Depends what you're up for. I mean, obviously, I want to see you naked and aroused and eventually screaming my name as you come..."
I tried to look as nonchalant as she was aiming for. "I could go along with that."
"Fab." That was sarcastic. "Richie and Andy would be watching, of course. Seeing you all shameless. Or joining in. Oh, the
choices!"
She shook her head, mock-sadly. My face started to burn.
"Look at you, getting all red and embarrassed. So you should be. I bet you need teaching a lesson. See how red you can go. Oh! I bet your arse would go a beautiful red!" She lowered her voice, not that anyone had come in, just to enhance the conspiratorial mood. "Have you ever been spanked? As an adult, I mean? Or anything like that?"
My cheeks crimsoned.
"Oh! You have! Do tell..."
Such a seductive voice.
"A bit... One guy did a little, then Richie..."
I took a deep breath. How could I explain how Richie made me feel it was OK to have some of the deep dark desires I'd never told anyone about?
She encouraged me to keep talking.
"I mean, he tried a bit of spanking me, but said he'd need to research more before going any further."
"He's a horribly sensible chap."
"Mm. But what he did do..." I took a deep breath. At least my face couldn't go any redder. "He held me down. By my hair. Or by sitting on my legs. Made me put my hands down by my sides, keep them there..." What else had really got me hot? "Told me I was a good girl..."
"A good girl
and
a filthy slut, I hear! Andy was ever so impressed."
I put my hands over my face, then tried rinsing with cold water.
"Submissive as well as a masochist. You are a treasure!" She put her arm round my shoulder, hugging. "Just as well I didn't know earlier in the summer. The temptation, babes... We'd best get back. To get started! Do you know anything about sub-dom stuff?"
"I've read 19 and Cosmo and More! and some Forum. That's it. Theoretical knowledge only, really. I mean, do I choose a safeword now?"
"If you want," Ali dismissed the need. "I like 'safeword', myself. Communicating in plain English. Words like 'no' and 'stop' will be taken at face value.
Seriously."
She continued, "And I'll be watching you. If you're not a writhing gibbering mess under me, all gasping and unable to speak, I'm doing something wrong, babe."
The image struck me forcefully. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be panting, coming, beneath her.
Ali went on, "So I'll be watching closely, figuring if you're OK. If you want to get into stuff where you really don't want me to stop until ... a much higher threshold is reached, we'll need to get to know each other much better, babes. I'd need to know what your happy cry looks like, your 'too much' face, your nervous excited moan, and I'd need to recognise the noises you make when you get turned off..."
I must have looked confused at her last point. She continued, "Submission is all about your own associations, pet. You like being called a filthy slut, yeah?"
I was struck dumb for a moment, then made the smallest nod I could.
"Yeah. Girls usually do. Breaking out of all those chaste good-girls-don't expectations. What about... 'useless cunt'?"
I winced. "I don't mind 'cunt', as in the body part."
"Exactly. I mean, some people use it all friendly, like 'pal'. Andy used to say "all right, cunt?" in the mornings, but had to train himself not to use the word down South, you can imagine how it went down... So you don't want real insults. Self-worth needs to be nurtured, right love?"
"I guess." She was right.
