This is the final part (well final for now) in the story of a night of passion between two women who met by chance when their trains broke down opposite each other. They had connected through a lesbian pickup app called 'Take @ Chance'.
Chapter 1 told the story from the perspective of Laura, a straight soon-to-be married woman who desired that for one night she was a lesbian submissive slut to Debbie.
Chapter 2 told the same story from the perspective of Debbie who was the predatory lesbian that seduced and ravished Laura. Their agreement was that they would spend a night of unbridled lust together and then walk away, no strings.
When we left the story Debbie was worried that Laura wanted more so after setting the app to allow Laura to track her, slipped her phone into the backpack of a London-bound commuter.
What I would say is that people change with time so you may not read what you expect to read.
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Laura looked around the student union bar and inwardly sighed, though outwardly she smiled at the different girls who had given her the eye. Since moving to Durham University six months ago she had been with pretty much every lesbian or bisexual available female on campus. She had even managed to convert a few who were unsure but curious, but none of them was Debbie.
Laura still remembered that night with Debbie when she found out that she wasn't really that interested in men. She had also discovered a side of herself that she never knew existed, the desire or rather the need, to be dominated by another woman. She had followed the signal on the phone to London thinking she was pursuing Debbie, ready to throw herself at her feet and beg to be her sub.
Eventually she accosted a tall Indian man with a beard who quite clearly wasn't Debbie in Starbucks. A heated conversation then took place with the man insisting he had no idea what she was talking about but finally agreed to search his bag. On finding the strange phone, further protestations of innocence ensued as Laura tried to grab the phone which the man held out of her reach, demanding she proved it was hers. With tears pouring down her face, Laura stopped as she realised what had happened and turned away, leaving the man standing with a bemused look on his face.
Laura caught the next train to her boyfriend's parent's house where she should have gone the night before and was confronted by a worried Tim and his very snooty parents. Much to their shock and then anger, Laura told them that she was breaking off the relationship for personal reasons and left.
Returning to Manchester University, she completed her degree and then applied to Durham for a postgraduate course. The fact that she passed her degree, let alone got a first, was something of a miracle. On an evening, after studying for a few hours, she would frequent the BDSM scene in Manchester, throwing herself into the role of submissive with great enthusiasm. The trouble was, regardless of what was done to her by both men and women, at the point of orgasm the only face she saw in her mind was Debbie's.
She stopped letting men pick her up and concentrated on women, advertising herself on the Take @ Chance app as a willing submissive with no limits. She would like to think she was a good submissive, and everyone told her that they enjoyed time with her. More than one wanted to make it a more permanent arrangement with talk of collars, but Laura politely declined as none of them quite had that spark that she had gotten from that one night of random passion. The truth was she yearned after Debbie, who had spurned her by running away
On her way to Durham, her small car packed with her whole world, Laura had an in-depth conversation with Oliver, who was sitting on the passenger seat. The conversation was perhaps a little one-sided as Oliver was in fact a mechanical white owl that she had bought when she was enthralled with the world of Harry Potter.
"So Oliver," Laura began, "I have tried being a sub..." as she spoke, she shifted in the seat, "...but the only person who has really done it for me is Debbie and she has, as they say, fucked off," Oliver said nothing, but that was to be expected really as Laura chewed her bottom lip before she went on. "I fully accept that we agreed we go our separate ways and it was a no-strings night of lust, but she could have waited for me."
Laura laughed ironically in the empty car as she thought to herself, "That was a stupid comment girl, pull yourself together, no strings meant no strings, get over it." Then clearing her throat, she returned to lecturing the mechanical owl who had remained stoic throughout. "So I am thinking, new home new start and I will be Miss Laura from now on and woe betide any sub who steps out of line."
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"Are you free this evening Laura?" a timid voice said, breaking her from her thoughts. Looking round, Laura found herself confronted by the hopeful face of Jenny Wright, otherwise known as "Bunny." Jenny had earned the nickname as she had hopped from bed to bed in her first year at halls and was always willing to hop into anyone's, they simply had to text.
Laura stayed silent and stared at Bunny who swallowed nervously before she added under her breath, "Ma'am."
"You are getting forgetful Bunny," Laura said sharply, and reaching round bought her hand down hard against Bunny's right buttock. The sound of the slap was covered by the noise of the bar as was the moan of pain and pleasure that escaped Bunny's lips.
"Sorry Ma'am," Bunny said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Show me," Laura barked. Bunny blushed a deep red then moved her position before sliding up the material of the thin dress she was wearing. She had no underwear on, so the cheeks of her ass were clearly visible, as was the red imprint of Laura's hand.
"Do try harder Bunny," Laura said softly, "Now what did you have planned for this evening?"
Laura heard the bar become hushed, and as she looked at the door she saw the formidable figure of Ms Delany scanning the premises. When she spotted Laura, she set of across the carpet like a battleship at full steam ahead. At 50 she was head of scientific research and one of Laura's lecturers who would be influential in Laura's doctorate grading. She cut a matronly figure, with the tweed skirt stretched across her wide hips as the buttons on her white blouse strained to contain her very ample breasts. Her black professorial robe flowed and flapped behind her like the pennant on a warship. Stopping in front of Laura, who had returned her attention to Bunny, she placed her hands on her hips. "Your paper is overdue," she huffed, and waited for Laura to respond.
Laura didn't respond directly to Ms Delany but instead spoke to Bunny, who gave the impression of a rabbit caught in car headlights and would rather be any place else.
"Did you hear something Bunny? Sounded to me like a request by someone to have my fist in their cunt... again."
Agatha Delany said nothing but could feel herself colour up as she became wet remembering the rampant sex session with Laura a few days earlier. Her pussy flipped as she recalled the feeling of Laura's hand deep inside.
"You said that would remain between us," Agatha protested.
"And you said you would give me until today," Laura spat as she stood. "If you check your inbox you will find the paper is there. Now I am going to Newcastle for a change. Bunny, take Agatha back to her rooms, and when you get her there fist her until she comes like a cheap whore."
Laura smiled to herself. She knew that although Bunny was very much sub when it came to sex, she did love to fist other women so should be a match made in heaven.
