A Real Mentor

This story starts halfway through the previous instalment, but from Sarah's perspective rather than Amy's. It should read absolutely fine standalone but reading part 5 first would give it the full context. Either way, enjoy.

"Excuse me, but what's going on?"

They both reacted nearly instantly, Amy lurching away from Sarah mid-orgasm, Sarah rolling off to the side, but Sarah new right away that they were busted. She recognised James from the dinner the three of them had shared a few months before and, as her mind refocused from what her and Amy had just been doing, she realised that it couldn't realistically have been anyone else.

Perhaps unsurprisingly James barely paid any attention to Sarah, his focus entirely on Amy who was now kneeling on the bed, still naked, looking at him with an unfathomable expression on her face. Amy was out of breath from her interrupted orgasm, and her body still showed the signs, whether it was the flushed and sweaty upper chest and neck, the slight shudder that ran through her making her close her eyes momentarily, or the tell-tale glistening between her legs.

Oh my god she looks hot right now, thought Sarah, before quickly reminding herself that it wasn't the time to be thinking thoughts like that. This was a situation that could turn bad, and quickly. She realised that while her instinct was to get out of there as quickly as she could, even more important was making sure that Amy was safe first. She was sure that James was a complete gentleman but the sight of his girlfriend naked, being pleasured by another woman, well... you never know how people will react to something like that.

"You're not supposed to be here," came out of Amy's mouth, and Sarah could see that Amy regretted her choice of words the moment she said it. Amy was flustered and Sarah knew that Amy needed to keep calm, but there was nothing that Sarah could do to tell her that.

"Clearly," came James' reply. "I think we need to talk."

Sarah suddenly became aware of her own nudity but realised that there was nothing she could do in the short term. She had no clothes anywhere to hand, they were all spread across the living room wherever Amy had discarded them earlier, other than her boots in the doorway which weren't much use on their own. And the only cover was on the bed, which would be a weirdly passive aggressive move when she'd just been caught having sex with Amy in the bed that Amy normally shared with James. So... she just sat up, using her hands to protect her modesty as best she could, praying that there would be a way to get dressed soon.

James and Amy stared at each other for a few moments longer, something unspoken passing between them, and then James stalked out of the room.

Sarah watched Amy jump into action, Amy throwing on some of her clothes that were lying around, and as Amy started to hurry out of the room to follow James, Sarah whispered, "My clothes?"

Amy stopped and looked at Sarah, seeming to have almost forgotten that Sarah was there, and replied finally, "Of course, wait here," before she left the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Sarah lay back on the bed, her mind spinning. In the space of a few minutes she'd gone from breaking every rule that she'd ever made for herself when it came to her mentees, her and Amy's lunch turning into something much, much more, to being the spare wheel in what she suspected might be a very difficult afternoon between Amy and James.

Amy interrupted Sarah's thoughts by coming back into the room and closing the door quietly, handing Sarah her clothes. Sarah quickly pulled them on, knowing Amy would want her gone quickly, but when she was dressed, she stopped to ask in a whisper, "Are you going to be ok?"

"I think so," Amy whispered back. To Sarah she looked worried, understandably. "I mean... he won't be nasty to me if that's what you mean but... I don't know if me and him will be ok."

Sarah wanted nothing more than to reassure Amy, but she realised that a hug or a kiss would not be a good idea in that moment, both in case James saw but also in case Amy rejected the gesture. Instead, Sarah held out a comforting hand which Amy took. "If you need anything, you can call me, ok?"

"Thanks."

Sarah smiled as sympathetically as she could, and then Amy showed her to the door, all while James watched them both. Amy stood looking at Sarah as Sarah stood out in the hallway, but as Sarah opened her mouth to say something more the door slammed shut and Sarah was left outside the front door, alone.

Sarah hurried out of Amy's building, but when she got outside, a safe distance away, she turned down a short side street, leaned back against the wall, and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. What on earth had just happened?

Factually, intellectually, of course she knew. Her lunch with Amy had led her to the realisation that she didn't just like Amy, she really, really liked Amy. Really liked her. And it seemed as if Amy felt the same. What they'd just done had been intensely intimate and emotional, entirely different to the sex they'd had until now.

The trouble was though that it wasn't supposed to happen like that. Sarah had her small group of female, nominally straight (at least at first) mentees and the deal was simple - Sarah would help their careers a great deal, and in return they would help her out in other ways. That was how it worked, and it worked well. No emotional attachment. Purely transactional. Sarah the dominant personality and dominant in bed. Simple.

With Amy though, Sarah hadn't just pushed against the usual boundaries, she'd crashed through them leaving them in tatters. First, she'd allowed Amy to take on the dominant role in their relationship, something that had never happened before. No, allowed wasn't the right word, Sarah reflected. Asked. Pleaded. Begged.

Giving herself to Amy in that hotel room in LA had been a life changing experience. The memory of being cuffed and tied, fucked repeatedly, used, it made Sarah's heart race just thinking about it. And when Amy had taken charge and won the battle of wills the next time they saw each other back in London, Sarah finding herself bent over and spanked on her naked ass while Amy teased her with her fingers in a meeting room of all places, Sarah had known that the roles between them could never be reversed again. She may still be the dominant partner with her other mentees, but with Amy Sarah knew that she was now the submissive partner.

But then, having submitted so completely, Amy had stunned her by not forcing that role. Later on the same night that Amy had spanked her over a meeting room table and then fucked Sarah all over Sarah's flat, her and Amy had sat up talking and drinking, before her interest in the more emotionally engaged sex that Amy had had with Luisa, her lesbian fling in LA, had led them to make passionate love for the rest of the night. No dominance. No submission. Just Sarah and Amy exploring each other's bodies. It had been great.

And now this. In hindsight arranging lunch that Saturday might not have been wise, but hindsight is a wonderful thing... all Sarah had known is that she wanted to get to know Amy better. What she hadn't expected was that the chemistry between them once all of the work and mentoring and dominance were set aside would be so insanely great.

Sarah had spent a long time getting ready and making herself look good and had known, really, the moment that Amy had come to join her at their table in the sunshine that she was in trouble. Amy had looked terrific in her white jeans, black top, high heels and coat, but while Sarah had known that Amy was beautiful, she hadn't appreciated how naturally stunning she was outside of work. Her brown hair, her cheek bones, her eyes, her chin, her shoulders and down from there. Everything was perfect. Sarah's physical attraction to Amy was off the scale.

And then, there was Amy's personality. At work Amy carried herself with a quiet confidence, completely lacking in arrogance, which would take her far and that had marked her out for Sarah when they first met as a good candidate to mentor. Amy was clearly someone who could go far, possibly all the way to the top. She had that charisma that you can't teach, you either have it or you don't, and most don't.

Outside of work though her personality was something more. It was hard for Sarah to pin down but came across as Amy being so utterly comfortable in herself that nothing phased her, that quiet confidence coming through, but tempered by a hint (and only a hint) of naivety alongside an in-built positivity and friendly openness about everything. It was a rare combination.

Sarah hadn't been sure whether her feelings were reciprocated until she offered Amy some of her dessert and Amy had eaten straight from her spoon. A tiny moment of intimacy, but it had changed everything.

When Amy had suggested shyly that they could have another glass of wine back at her flat, Sarah had known. And when Sarah could see that Amy wanted to make a move but didn't know how, Sarah had taken the initiative and, well, that was that.

And now, Sarah was stood there in a side street near central London, the autumn sun shing down on her, a married woman who could feel that she was falling hard for her mentee, who had a boyfriend of her own, wondering how she'd let herself get into this mess and how she could get herself out of it.

If, indeed, she did want to get herself out of it at all...

A couple of hours later Sarah was desperately tempted to get in touch with Amy and find out how she was doing, but she knew that would be a bad idea. Nothing would inflame the situation with James more than if a message popped up on Amy's phone from the very person she'd been caught in bed with that afternoon. Sarah may have been dealing with some strong emotions that day, but she hadn't taken leave of her senses.

Instead, Sarah focused on her evening which, at this precise moment, was empty. She was going to video call her family shortly, in fact as soon as her husband got home with her children from their football and hockey training, and she was looking forward to that as a dose of normality in what had been a crazy day and a crazy week.

Normally she returned home at the weekends to their family home in the West Country, and when she did it was a complete break from work. She could put on her home persona, which was completely different to her work persona, be a mother and a wife for a few days, maybe do some gardening, they could all go out for Sunday lunch, that sort of thing.

But this weekend she hadn't. Amidst all the chaos of the weekend so far, she had work to do on Sunday and she hated bringing her work back to the family home with her. Much better to keep the family entirely separate from work so that it was a true respite being with them, and so that she could be fully focused on them when she was there, rather than letting the two bleeding into each other and her not being fully present for her family.

Apart from that video call though she had nothing planned. She'd told Amy earlier that she had something on in the evening but, to be blunt, that had been a white lie when she didn't want to let on that Amy's social life was much more active than her own. Sarah missed those days in her twenties before all of her friends were married and with kids when you could message a few people and guarantee tagging along to a night out somewhere. Now, of course there were friends she could see at the drop of a hat in an emergency, but etiquette was lining things up long in advance.

Sarah thought for a few minutes about what to do later, and one idea kept on creeping up. After the events of the day, Sarah didn't want to be alone. More than that, Sarah felt a desperate need to take control, to carve out a few hours where she wasn't going through this new, submissive or whatever it was experience with Amy. She needed another one of her mentees to dominate for the evening.

But she knew that her other mentees would be busy and, even if they weren't, it would look desperate for Sarah to summon them at such short notice. Pride meant that she couldn't bring herself to go down that path.

But instead, there was Camila...

Camila was the daughter of a wealthy minor Brazilian aristocrat and client of Sarah's firm who had been desperate for her to build a respectable career for herself rather than becoming yet another influencer. Seeing some potential for a good future lawyer, Sarah had taken Camila under her wing, mentoring her through her work experience placement a couple of years before.

Now, two years later, Camila was in her final year at university in London studying law, with a firm offer of a place at Sarah's firm as a trainee signed and sealed, brokered by Sarah and ready for her to start as soon as she had completed law school after graduation.

Naturally, as with all her mentees, Sarah had taken Camila under her wing in other ways too. What had surprised Sarah though was that Camila, even during her work placement, had been much more experienced with women than any of her other mentees.

Much like Sarah, Camila was a product of the English boarding school system, spending her education at an all-girls boarding school in the middle of the countryside. And, again much like Sarah, if you mix up a whole heap of hormones in an exclusively female environment with not a lot of other distractions then things happen. Particularly for the sportier types who spent a lot of time in close proximity to other sporty types in various forms of tight clothing, things happen a lot...

What this meant was that when Sarah had decided to make her move on Camila, rather than reluctance Camila had responded with enthusiasm. It was a world that Camila knew well, and for her it was perfectly normal to have a casual sexual relationship with another woman, even one fifteen years older.

In fact, Camila had almost been the instigator. Sarah had taken her for a night out in central London, and as they walked to their next bar, they'd gone past a lap dancing club. Camila had stopped Sarah in the street, wondering out loud what a lap dance would be like, until Sarah had little choice but to take her inside.

And an hour later, when they had drunk most of a bottle of champagne and had both gone to a private room for a long, shared dance from the hottest dancer in there, Camila had stared into Sarah's eyes with longing while the dancer, grateful to be away from leering men for a while, let her touch her all over, it had been clear that Sarah wasn't the only one hoping for the night to end together rather than alone.

On that first night Sarah had decided to push the boundaries, bringing out handcuffs, blindfolds and a strap on, and while these were well outside of Camila's experience she had responded enthusiastically.

Since then, their casual relationship had been just that, meeting for sex whenever one or the other instigated it. Camila was one of those women who was genuinely bisexual, equally as in to men as women, and at her age wasn't interested in a serious relationship to ruin the fun of university life. Sarah realised that it had been nearly four months since they'd last seen each other, so it was overdue for them to meet up.

Reaching for her phone she messaged Camila asking if she was free later, and got a reply back quickly that yes, she was free from 10pm but had dinner planned with friends first. Not a problem, thought Sarah, I can happily wait until then.

Sarah did realise though that she wanted a change of venue, a vague feeling that having been so utterly submissive to Amy in her own apartment a few days before it wouldn't feel right to bring another woman here, not so soon.

Instead, she booked a hotel room at one of the more upmarket hotels in central London, not far from Camila's dinner out, feeling like she wanted to treat herself a little after the day that had gone.

Sarah's thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the sound of an incoming video call from her husband.

Taking a second to shift herself into wife and mum mode, she put on her most enthusiastic smile and answered the call, "Hi! How are you all doing?"

"Hi, we're all good," replied her husband. "Guess who has something to show you..." he continued excitedly as a small player of the match trophy was shoved in front of the camera.

"Oh wow, that's fantastic!" Sarah exclaimed, desperately trying to work out which child it actually was that had won it. "Tell me all about it..."

"You look like you'd like someone to buy you a drink?"

As a first line Sarah had heard worse. She looked up to see a remarkably handsome middle aged man enquiring, with the sort of tan, physique and clothing that spoke of plenty of travel, exercise and money. If she had been into men at all anymore then she might have been interested, but she'd known for years now that her husband would be the last man she ever slept with and had come to terms with that. It was women or nothing for her now.

"Thank you, but I'm waiting for a friend and..." she lifted her left hand to show her wedding ring.

He smiled. "No problem, I hope you enjoy your evening." Sarah watched him walk away to sit further down the long hotel bar while she kept Camila's seat free.

Sarah had decided to check in to the hotel a few hours earlier, and after enjoying a swim in the hotel's pool had got herself ready for her evening. She'd decided to dress up, so was wearing a tight, black cocktail dress with high heels, and was now enjoying a drink in the hotel's most upmarket bar while she waited for Camila to arrive.

Camila was punctuality itself, arriving ten minutes early and walking through the bar to join Sarah. Sarah had messaged her to suggest dressing up smartly and Camila certainly hadn't disappointed, wearing a fashionable, pink sequinned dress which only went a few centimetres down her thigh and had a single shoulder strap with a long sleeve on one side with the other shoulder and arm left bare. It was tight fitting and left little to the imagination.

As Sarah stood up to greet her, the two women embracing lightly and pecking each other on the cheek, she marvelled at Camila's deep, natural tan and her highlighted dark hair which she'd cut shorter than last time Sarah had seen her, a messy cut that stopped at her jawline and framed her attractive face perfectly.

"You look like you've been away?"

"The beauty of a four month summer holiday when daddy isn't making you work... I spent some time back in Brazil, then me and some friends travelled around the Mediterranean. Lots of sunbathing." Camila's accent was almost British, with just the faintest hint of Brazil due to her English schooling.

"I'm jealous... it looks like a lot of that was topless?" Sarah pointed at the lack of tan lines on her bare shoulder.

Camila laughed and winked. "You'll have to check properly for yourself in a bit..."

Sarah smiled, then asked, "Can I get you a drink?"

"A cocktail if they do them, something rum based and fruity."

Gesturing to the barman and ordering the drinks, the two fell to catching up. It was funny, reflected Sarah, that out of all of her mentees the one that she had the best time with was also the one who was still at university, despite the age gap. Or at least until Amy.

Maybe it was because the others had something to lose while Camila was still care free, or maybe it was because her relationship with Camila had started differently, or maybe just because Camila came from a privileged background and wasn't intimidated by Sarah. She didn't know, but she always looked forward to catching up with Camila rather than just the physical side.

"So how come you're in London this weekend?" asked Camila as she took the last sip of her drink.