Nicola Redux*
Olwen's introduction. This is a work of fiction, dreamed up since joining Literotica and being inspired by lots of very hot kinky stories that I've already read. I don't think I'm a vain person, but I have been self-centered enough to include a character based on myself. She is quite different to me, but I enjoyed putting myself in her shoes. I note that many authors here include a disclaimer that says all characters in the story are 18 or over, and that all sex is consensual. This applies to this serial too. If you like it, please vote and leave comments.
*One dictionary definition of 'Redux' is 'to bring back' or 'to bring home safely.'
Chapter Seven
At exactly the same moment that her alarm went off to get her up and ready for school, Nicola Moran's mobile rang. Given that the ringtone was Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun', Nicola knew straightaway that the caller was her girlfriend and lover, Lynette Jenkins. Ignoring the persistent, annoying bleep of the bedside alarm, Nicola picked up her mobile and pressed the 'accept call' button.
"Good morning, darling," she smiled at the image on the screen in her hand. Lynette and Nicola always face timed each other. "Did you sleep well?"
Lynette made a moue and shook her head. "I miss being able to turn over and kiss you, or finger your beautiful cunt," she said miserably. "This only cohabiting at weekends is starting to piss me off."
"It's your institution that frowns on lesbian partnerships," Nicola replied, referring to the police service, where Lynette was currently a police commander. Nicola didn't want her lover to think that she didn't want to live with her. She stitched a bright smile onto her face and continued,
"It's Friday, my love. I'm just off to school, and then in a couple of hours, you and I can be together again for the weekend. We'll go to the club as usual, have some fun with the girls and then you can take me home and fuck me senseless all night!"
Lynette cheered up. "That sounds like a plan," she smiled, adding, "Are you still in bed? What's that bloody awful noise in the background?"
Nicola giggled. "Yes, I've only just woken up. You called just as the alarm went off. I chose to answer you, not turn the alarm off. Hang on."
She reached over to her bedside table and switched the alarm off. The quilt dropped away as she moved, exposing her large, firm tits. Being a policewoman trained to be observant, Lynette missed nothing.
"Fuck! Your tits are so beautiful!" she said throatily. "I can't wait to get my lips round those nipples later on."
Nicola smiled. She rolled onto her back and peeled the quilt all the way down, holding her mobile so that Lynette got the whole view.
"I'm saving this for you as well," said Nicola with a grin, as she slipped two fingers into her cunt and opened it up for Lynette to see. "I'd love your face down there right now!"
She began to finger herself, teasing her lover. Lynette groaned.
"You bitch!" she smiled. "There's you, naked in bed and fingering yourself, and where am I? Already in the fucking station, reading up on the information I should have read yesterday in preparation for today's course on 'Policing in the Modern Era'. I knew Thursday night sex with you would leave me gagging for more!"
Nicola giggled again. "My cunt's starting to leak," she whispered provocatively. "I think we'd better end this chat. If I see you in your uniform, I'll never get out of bed! You know what women in uniform do to me!"
Lynette grinned. "I know what this uniformed woman will be doing to you later on," she said. "And I won't be needing my uniform or my truncheon!"
The reference to Lynette's truncheon was a standing joke between them. It was how they referred to her strap-on cock, which was long, thick and black, just like the only weapon British policemen and women had been authorised to carry until relatively recently.
They blew one another a kiss, promised that their kisses later on would be much longer, wetter and deeper, and ended the phone call. Nicola, conscious of the time, raced into the shower, hurriedly drank a quick cup of coffee, and raced out of the house.
Thirty seconds later, she was back in the kitchen to collect her lunch box, which she was thankful she'd had the foresight to prepare last night before she went to bed. She got into her lovely new car and drove to school.
Nicola parked her car in the staff car park, got out and waved at her friend and mentor, Myra Bowen, who had also just arrived.
"Good morning, Mrs. Moran," called Myra, conscious of the many pupils who were arriving in a steady stream.
"There's something we need to discuss," Myra continued. "Can you come to my room straightaway, please?"
"Of course, Miss Bowen," replied Nicola equally formally. "I'll just put my lunch in the staff room and I'll be there in a minute."
Nicola knocked on the door marked 'Miss M Bowen Deputy Head teacher' and waited for the invitation to enter. When it came, she went in quickly and closed the door behind her. She was greeted by a grinning Myra, who grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace.
"I have news," she said excitedly. "it's been almost a year now since our little group took you under our collective wings and got shot of that twat of a husband of yours."
Nicola nodded. She knew this, and had thanked her lucky stars every day since. This wasn't news, so what had got Myra so excited? She was soon to find out.
"The Inner Sanctum are meeting tonight in the club," continued Myra. "Your ex-husband has completed his transformation and training, and is to be paraded for members tonight. Unfortunately, the rules say that members have priority over the choice of house slaves, so we won't be able to play with him this evening. But the very fact that we will all be there to witness his first evening being used by members of the club will really humiliate him. as a new slave, I reckon most of the members present will want to use him. He's going to be fucked, pegged, pissed on and made to suck cock and eat cunt before they've finished with him!"
Nicola giggled. "I keep count," she told Myra proudly. "Today marks ten months, three weeks and one day exactly since you found me crying over that cartoon in the staff room. My life has been transformed since then, and it's all down to you and the wonderful ladies of the Inner Sanctum!"
She gave Myra a peck on the mouth and smiled.
"Lynette and I have a date tonight," she said shyly. "Before either of us knew about what's going to happen in the club. We were going to meet there and then disappear for a weekend of filth. I think now that both of us will need no persuasion to stay for a while!"
Myra let go of her young colleague's hand. She looked at Nicola fondly.
"Lynette is a changed woman since she met you, my dear," she said. "She used to be such a predatory bitch. She'd fuck anything with a pulse! Since you captivated her that first day in the Building Society, she's been a real pussy cat!"
Nicola blushed when she recalled her first meeting with Lynette. Almost a year previously, Myra had taken her to the Building Society to 'sort out her problem' having first explained to Nicola that what they were about to embark on was totally illegal. Walking up to the Building Society, Nicola had spotted a uniformed police officer loitering in the doorway, and had panicked. Myra had had to literally drag her into the building.
The fact that Lynette had then kissed her on the mouth and grabbed her arse hadn't reassured Nicola at all. But Lynette had provided the person who had forged all the necessary documents. She had brought a policeman to witness that Nicola's story, not Kevin's was true, when it was time to get Kevin out of the house, and Nicola had gradually fallen in love with the beautiful police commander.
"You two really ought to do the decent thing, and get married," Myra said gruffly. "The ladies of the Inner Sanctum could do with a good piss-up wedding, and we'd all scrub up well enough to make a beautiful bevy of bridesmaids!"
Nicola giggled again.
"if we do take the plunge and get married," she said, blushing a beautiful shade of red, "I'll need someone to give me away. Both my parents are dead, and I'm an only child. I have no family. So, I'm afraid the Inner Sanctum would be three ladies short. Lynette and me, of course. But also you, Myra. I'd want you to give me away. You're such an important part of my life, and you've taught me so much. I can't think of anyone better to do the job."
Myra coughed and appeared to be lost for words. She sniffed loudly and rubbed her sleeve across her eyes.
"Huh!" she snorted. "Listen to us. Talking as if everything was planned! As long as Lynette is a member of that out-dated, sexist group, you two can never marry. We're living in the twenty-first century, whilst the UK police force is still operating under Robert Peel's laws and times!"
Myra cleared her throat and made shooing motions with her arms.
"We both have classes to get to," she said in a mock annoyed voice. "I'll see you later on in the club. Make sure you're shaved and smooth. You know we Inner Sanctum ladies set the highest of standards!"
For Nicola, the day passed with agonising slowness. But eventually, the bell to signal the end of the day sounded. Nicola looked up from the text book she was using.
"Thank you, Year Ten," she said. "Please stand, put your chairs on your desks, and then leave quietly and safely. Have a lovely weekend. See you next Tuesday when we'll start on scene three of A Midsummer Night's Dream"
Her pupils all did as they were told, leaving the classroom neat and tidy and going out in an orderly and quiet fashion. Nicola smiled as she recalled how her classroom discipline had improved.
