Catherine Baker stepped out of the warmth of the restaurant and started walking down the rain-swept streets towards her flat. She felt a pang of self-pity at the thought of the cold streets, and distinctly unhappy that her girlfriend had been called away during their meal. She tried to shrug the feeling off: vets often had to be on-call, but why did Rachel seem to take such a delight in answering the phone these days?
A group of kids were hanging around by the entrance to her flat. Miss Baker pursed her lips: no doubt they were having a cigarette in the shelter. She'd soon tell them where to get off.
"Hi you, come away from there!"
The small group started nervously, looking towards her.
"It's too late to be hanging around here, haven't you got homes to go to?"
"Miss?"
Catherine Baker frowned. That voice was familiar.
"Is that you, Ashe? What are you doing outside my flat?"
"Yes, miss. We missed the last bus, and we don't have any money for a taxi."
"And you thought I might lend it to you, did you?"
Miss Baker reached into her handbag for her keys.
"I suppose I can do that. Come in and warm up."
The older woman climbed the stairs, her high-heeled boots tapping sharply on the bare concrete steps. She opened the flat door, letting the shivering girls into her warm flat. Helene huddled into her jumper, her slim legs in tight jeans, her feet warm in thick fleecy boots. Miranda Thomas was warmer in a short black dress, thick black rights and shiny black boots. Miss Baker rather approved of the look. Only the third girl had had the sense to wear a coat. Who was she?
Lisa Kwo took off her hooded coat and hung it up next to the door. The teacher watched her in some consternation: she'd not been able to think about anyone else since the last time they'd met in her office, when Lisa had left her begging for more, and now here she was in her flat, wearing a turquoise dress of oriental design, a red flower tucked behind her ear and a pair of elegant tan boots.
Miss Baker's mouth felt dry.
"You look very smart, Lisa. Have you been out somewhere posh?"
The Japanese schoolgirl flushed slightly and looked at the floor.
"Yes miss."
"You look frozen, let me light the fire and you can warm up."
Catherine knelt down in front of the gas fire, the flame igniting with a welcoming roar. She stared at the blue flames for a moment before getting to her feet, a mixture of emotions bubbling inside her.
"Miranda, Helene. Would you make some tea and toast please? I'm sure you all need to get some warmth back inside you."
The older woman crossed the room and sat down in one of her cream leather sofas. She watched the Japanese teenager warming herself in front of the fire. Lisa was lifting her tight embroidered dress above her boots, letting the warm air drift up her thighs. The fabric was tightened across her bum: Miss Baker was mesmerized by her firm buttocks, her almost boyish figure. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. The thought of being able to go to bed with the teenager was intoxicating: had she ever wanted anyone so badly? The woman's body was tingling with desire.
Lisa turned around to face her teacher, still gripping the bottom of her dress. Their eyes met: deliberately Lisa raised her hands, the silky dress sliding up her coffee-coloured thighs, exposing the edge of her tight cotton underwear.
Catherine could hardly tear her eyes away: she imagined running her fingers between those slim legs, finding the warmth, releasing the teenager's pussy from its haven...
"Shall I put it on the table, miss?"
Helene came in, carrying a tray of cups and saucers.
Miss Baker didn't take her eyes from Lisa.
"Yes, by all means. Wherever you like."
Lisa spoke for the first time.
"I'll just have tea, on the sofa, if that's OK?"
"Of course it is, Lisa," croaked the teacher.
Helene and Miranda sat at the dining table, their backs towards the woman and her pupil. Miss Baker held her tea nervously, acutely aware of the girl beside her, their thighs touching. Lisa was half-facing her, letting her legs cross over her teachers, looking intently at her face. Catherine turned away, studying the fire.
The first touch was electric: the older woman was sure that she gasped audibly, but the other two girls in the room didn't move. Lisa's hand was on her leg, her fingers, tracing their way up the smart black trousers, deliberately pressing down, making the older woman aware of every touch. Catherine glanced at the Japanese schoolgirl, seeing a half-smile play across her red lips, a devil-may-care expression in her deep, brown eyes.
The finger stopped for a moment, then traced the crease of material at the teacher's crotch, sliding down between her legs. Catherine bit her lip and parted her legs involuntarily, knowing what effect the girl's touch was having on her body.
"Mind if we smoke?"
Miranda waved a packet of cigarettes at Lisa.
The teacher caught her breath.
"On the balcony. Through the kitchen. Watch out for the lock. Put the keys back when you've finished."
The two girls left the room. Miss Baker turned to Lisa, leaning forward, raising her arm, yearning to pull her closer. Her hand touched her soft brown hair, encouraging her to lean forward. Catherine could feel the girl's breath on her face, she needed to kiss those lips, to feel the teenager's tongue with hers. But the girl teased her, letting their noses rub.
The teacher laughed with frustration.
"Do you know what you're doing to me?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
The older woman frowned.
"Not now. But you should come back, maybe stay over...?"
Then Catherine shuddered with pleasure: the girl's hand was on her again, rubbing her legs, sliding up towards the waistband of her trousers, exploring the skin beneath her blouse. She closed her eyes, breathless in anticipation, leaning back against the cushions. Lisa's hands were fiddling with the button on her trousers, the relief when it popped open was tangible. Miss Baker wriggled on the sofa as she felt the schoolgirl's fingers stroking the skin above her knickers.
"No, don't, please don't."
The words were a whisper from her lips. The girl was now easing the zip down, the fluttering pressure on the teacher's pubic mound was almost overwhelming.
"Please, please," the older woman moaned, feeling the teenager's fingers pressing down on her lacy underwear, tantalizingly close to her throbbing clitoris.
Lisa lent forward, letting her hand slide down inside the teacher's trousers, pushing firmly against the woman's warm pussy, feeling the heat and the moisture beneath her knickers.
"You want me now."
Catherine groaned, "you mustn't, you mustn't, they'll come back in, I can't let them see me like this..."
"Nothing we haven't seen before."
The teacher sat bolt upright on the sofa, fumbling with her trousers, trying to pull them up over her thighs.
Miranda smirked.
"Don't stop now. We were just saying we fancied hanging around for a bit."
Miranda sat down in the sofa opposite. Helene lay down on her lap, her blonde tresses falling over her girlfriend's legs.
