Party Girl Gets Owned - Part 3
Chapter 1 - Breakfast at Mindy's
Hi guys, Trish here. Real quick, just wanted to clue you in on some details that might help you get a better understanding of what my state of mind is right now. Assuming that you care, or that you read my last two chapters, then you can only imagine what kind of roller coaster ride this has been.
Also, as far as the ass kicking I recently received, I sort of deserved that. Mindy did it because she cared for me, and I honestly believe that. I've been needing something like that for a long time. She saw that in me.
Let me fill you in a little bit about what happened after that night.
Mindy put together this interesting little healthy plate of breakfast food for us, with fresh juice, and we just sat there nibbling on the treats with our fingers as with both leaned in on the table, fully attentive to one another, challenging each other, respectfully, with personal questions back and forth, one after another.
It was playful and exciting, because we both wanted to know so much about each other.
We went places that you couldn't imagine. We both felt comfortable with ourselves enough to not have to lie to one another.
We really hit it off, and went deep, deep, deep. The more she told me, the more I told her. It became darkly contesting, while at the same time, boldly honest.
It was clear that we we sharing secrets to each other that nobody has ever known. We both felt like we were escaping a dark prison, together, helping each other find our way out.
We learned a lot about each other during that delightful breakfast.
After dishes, she brought me into her bedroom and laid me down on her bed and undressed me. There was no hesitation on my part. She did things to me that I can't tell you, right now, not that it was sinister, but because I'm focused on catching you up to date on this crazy situation.
Let me just say, for now, that it was very intense. I never knew sex between a couple girls could be like this, and I don't know how to describe it at this point. I'm still trying to come to figure this all out myself.
Thank you for understanding.
So, the following day, I went back to my halfway house, grabbed my shit and hopped back in Mindy's cruiser.
We sped off back to her place, stopping off at the market to stock up on supplies along the way. I had no idea what I was going to tell my dad.
He wasn't aware that I was bailing out of my half-way home to live with a strict cop, and woman at that. Even I was worried.
I wasn't sure if I had it in me to change my ways, though I really wanted to. I knew that if I chose this path, my party days were over.
I'm sure once in a while we'd have a toast, but for the most part, I was pretty sure that I would have to change my ways. She is indeed inspiring and I do admire her.
One last thing I need to tell you. She has a way of making me open up and telling her everything about me. I spilled my guts out to her. I'm not sure if that was a good idea, or not. Time will tell.
I learned a lot about her too, but she holds back a lot and she is quite the mystery to me. I really don't know much about her, except every aspect of her body, but I hope to learn more about her, as a person.
She hasn't brought up anything about that FBI email, which isn't surprising. I would really like to know, and wonder if she doesn't trust me enough to mention it. I am sort of a sleazy and untrustworthy slut, I admit.
With all that being said, lets get on with the story.
Chapter 2 - Running into an Old Friend
It's been a couple weeks since I moved in with her. She goes to work early and I sleep in.
Sometimes, I'm still so horny from our sex the night before, so I just stay in bed and rub my vagina, while thinking of Mindy's lips nibbling on my clit.
Her personality is that of one who doesn't put up with bullshit. She is confident and disciplined. She knows damned well who she is and nobody is going to change her.
She needs to be understood, but because she's so complicated, nobody ever really gets to know her.
The only reason I wanted to move in with her and stay as long as I have, for that matter, is because she is such a good fuck. She does things to me that I could never of had imagined.
She tells me how to please her, commanding me, telling me what to do, to every detail. How to move, what to do, where to lay.
She uses her hands to guide me, such as grabbing my head and guiding it towards her pelvis.
I understand my role with her, in bed and out, and I am comfortable with it. I trust her and respect her. She is so much more of an accomplished woman than I am. I feel lucky that she likes me. I do.
Once we're together inside that bedroom, I belong to her. I am always eager to see what she has in store for me next. I like her confidence with taking authority.
Maybe that's why she became a cop. Honestly, it fucking turns me on. I like this bitch telling what the fuck to do in my life, for once.
The fact that I even put up with her shit is because I know that she really fucking cares about me. She's pissed off that I had to be such a fuck up, and she's letting me know. It's her way, or the highway.
I ain't dumb.
She knows that, or she wouldn't be wasting her time on me.
Yeah, I've got a nice ass, but I don't think that's going enough, all by itself, to pass Mindy's standards.
I'm glad I had the common sense to realize all of this.
It was a Saturday when I had just gotten back from a job interview at the city hall. I was applying for a receptionist position. Of course Mindy arranged it all.
