Becoming Ms. Morgan

"So, Ricky Matthis has hot abs and a big cock?" Emily asked, while petting Rachel's red hair. She loved how Emily's hand felt in her hair when she licked her. For the last several days, they'd done little more than have sex. With her mom's toy, their tongues, or their fingers, it didn't matter. They devoured each other every chance they had.

Rachel kissed her pussy before raising her head. "Yea, and he has a bad ass tattoo. I'll make him send a pic so you can see it." Rachel slid Emily's pink panties over and kissed her pussy, making her shiver. She bit her bottom lip as Rachel sucked her swollen clit between her teeth--a trick she learned from her new porn obsession. When she wasn't with Emily, she was watching and learning. Even alone now, her orgasms rocked her. Ms. Morgan seemed happy as well.

"You're so good at that now, Braces." She gripped Rachel's hair and grinded into her mouth. The peaks of her perky tits could cut ice and her soft whimpers turned into moans. "Fuck, I'm close."

"Quiet, mom is home," Rachel said before Emily pushed her head back down. Licking Emily's pussy was her favorite so far. Even better than giving head (Emily taught her that phrase). It was the feel of her smooth thighs against her face, the scent of her perfume and the taste of body. She could almost cum while she did it.

"Shit, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't..." Emily's fingers tightened in Rachel's hair and her muscles tensed. She didn't change her motion or speed of her swirling her tongue as Emily shuddered with an orgasm for the second time that day. Through heavy breathing, she giggled. "Fuck, Braces. I don't think I've come as much in my life as the last two days."

Rachel straightened Emily's panties and kissed her bellybutton before she nuzzled between her breasts. "I love you," Rachel said. Emily hugged her and ran her fingers through her long red hair. Rachel rubbed Emily's large tit and aimlessly ran her finger over her nipple. "Even when you tease me. I love you more than anyone in the world, and you can never leave me. If you go away, then I'm coming with you."

Emily kissed the top of her head. "You're the sweetest. I love you too. But we need to talk about us and what this is, don't you think?"

Rachel kissed her nipple and ran her fingers over it until it hardened again. "What do you mean?" She raised her head and leaned into a kiss before settling her head back down. "We're forever partners. You and me. Ride or die. When we get married, our husbands will need to understand that, or they can go away. Our kids will be like brothers and sisters. We'll always have each other."

"Wow, Braces, you've been thinking about this, huh?"

She trailed her fingers over Emily's body, feeling her soft skin and enjoying the comfort her closeness brought. "I think about you all the time, Emily. If you don't want what I just said, then we need to stop so I can learn to get over you, because I can't go back to us just being friends."

"Woah, woah. Don't talk like that. I'm just trying to figure out how we can keep this from our parents and how we manage our guys and girls. That's all. You're stuck with me for life, Freckles."

"Good. I need help with my date with Just Kate. She wants me to meet her at some college bar for lunch. She's sweet, and I want to impress her."

Emily grabbed Rachel's phone and scrolled through the pictures Kate sent. "She is pretty. I like her bra. Ask where she got it." Rachel lay beside her, and they looked at Just Kate together. "She's shy, but is head over heels for you, Braces."

"Yea, it will be my first date with a girl, though. And I don't know how to tell her about you."

"Seriously, Freckles?" Emily laughed, making her tits jiggle as she scrolled through the phone. "You don't tell her about me on the first date. See if she's fun first. A lot of people won't be okay with what we're doing, you know?"

"Ok, I'll just feel her out." Rachel rolled out of her bed and opened her panty drawer. "I need to get ready. What are you going to do while I'm out with Kate?"

Emily sat up and put Rachel's phone on the nightstand. "Paul keeps texting me, so I probably need to go see him. I'm sure he's just horny. Oh, the other night, his friend..." Emily stopped as Rachel's face turned red and let out a long "Grrrr" sound before tossing a pair of panties on the bed. "I'm so sick of this!" she screamed. A full tantrum sprouted.

"Woah, Braces. Don't attack your panties. There are plenty more in your drawer."

Rachel threw another pair at Emily. "Don't tease me. I'm sick of him stealing my panties."

"Huh?" Emily asked, dodging the flying lingerie.

"Jonathon. I looked for this pair yesterday and they weren't here. I know he's stealing them and jerking off in them. Just like he did with mom's."

Emily laughed. "Just give him a pair of your old ones so he knows he's caught. That should stop him."

Rachel gathered up her underwear and threw them back in her drawer, the tantrum subsiding. "I can't believe he'd even risk it. Dad would kill him if he found out."

Emily shrugged. "Well, don't tell on him. He's a pest, but I don't want your dad to kick him out." Rachel grumbled and began picking out clothes for her date as Emily bounced around on the bed. "I gave Paul a pair of my panties to jerk off in. He says it feels better."

"Paul isn't your brother." Rachel still couldn't bring herself to tell Emily she sucked his cock, but regardless, he shouldn't take her things.

"True. I guess it's a little weird, but I need to go. Text me after your date, but not during it. Make sure she knows you are there to see her. Love you. Give me a kiss."

Rachel kissed her girlfriend goodbye and heard her throw something and yell at Jonathon on her way out the door. She giggled and hugged herself before heading for the shower.

#

Abby scrolled through her phone as April turned off the interstate. "Make sure to call me Debbie, or Daryll will start pouting." Abby nodded but didn't look up from her phone. "And you'll be Zoe, of course. If we pull this off, we'll have a constant gig with him."

"Yea, no worries," Abby replied. She sent her other client a text and a nude she took earlier. "So, what is the gig? Is he wanting a handjob from both of us?"

"I doubt it, but he's too scared of his wife to have sex with us, so I'm not sure. He gets us for an hour so, whatever he wants as long as it isn't too weird. That bracelet's cute. Your boyfriend get it for you?" April asked as she pulled into the parking garage of the hotel Abby met Lawrence at a few days ago.

Your husband did, Ms. Morgan.

The voice, again. She couldn't get over how scary, yet comforting, it felt. She'd tried talking back to it when she was alone, but it never worked. The voice told her to let Lawrence finish inside of her, despite the risk of getting pregnant. The idea of it enticed her more and more. If she had his baby, she'd have a part of him forever. She could say it was Brandon's even, but she'd know. "Yea, I picked it out. He's too stupid to find something this nice."

April laughed. "Got it. Men are men. Ok, chickee, we're here. He's paranoid and has all these rules about coming up at different times, making sure we aren't followed, blah, blah." She made a chatterbox gesture with her hand. "So, just grab a drink at the bar and I'll text you to come up, so he doesn't freak out."

Abby nodded. "Got it." She was nervous. In just a little more than a week, her fake girlfriend texts and nudes evolved into meeting a client at a hotel. April seemed okay with everything, and money was nice, but to what end? Brandon didn't concern her, but Lawrence couldn't find out. "Oh, I heard from the new guy, Jay," she said to April, interrupting her own thoughts.

April slung her purse over her shoulder as she got out of the car. "Yeah, the guy with the rich girl kink?"

Abby nodded. "He said to start tomorrow. He's already dropped 200 in my account. Looks like I get to be a spoiled rich kid for two daddies now." They laughed as they entered the busy lobby. No one paid attention to them. The front desk was busy, and the bellhops ignored them, looking instead for guests with luggage. Abby made her way to the familiar bar as April sauntered to the elevator, showing off a short green skirt and a white sleeveless button-down shirt that amplified her huge tits. She didn't wear the "Debbie Does Dallas" big looping curls this time. Instead, she'd straightened her long blonde hair, letting it fall to the small of her back. She smiled back at Abby as the doors closed.

The bar was busy, and she waited. Looking around, hoping there were no familiar faces, she ordered a drink. In short order, April texted her. She slammed the rest of her wine, took a deep breath, and walked to the elevator. Daryll chose a room on one of the top floors. Despite the slow ride up giving her time to reconsider, she didn't change her mind about what she was doing. It wasn't a big deal. The client was trustworthy. April was with her.

After getting off the elevator, she found the door halfway down the hall. April opened it when she knocked. "There's my girl," April said with a hug. The buttons on her shirt were undone, exposing the white bra pressing her tits together. "Zoe, you remember Daryll, I'm sure?" She giggled and handed Abby a glass of wine.

"Of course, I do." I could never forget. She walked through the room to him and kissed him on the lips as his hands drifted down her sides and squeezed her ass. She wore a skirt, like April's, and her short top exposed her belly. Daryll's smile said he approved.

"You girls look amazing. No one saw you, did they?" He ran to the window and looked out. April rolled her eyes and Abby laughed. Maybe he thought his wife would hire a helicopter pilot to fly by the 20-story window to catch him?

"Not a soul, Mr. Daryll. Now, you have us for an hour, so what would you like?" April grinned and took a long sip of her wine. He was wearing suit pants, with his tie and jacket laid over the chair. A set of gold and diamond cufflinks sparkled under the desk lamp. Abby ran her finger over her bracelet as Daryll gathered his courage.

"I want to watch."

Abby almost asked what exactly he wanted to watch when April scooted closer to her. "Just watch?" she asked. He nodded and sat on one of the two beds in the hotel room. April slid her arm around Abby's waist. "You've done this before, right, Zoe?"

Abby's skin tingled at April's touch and her nipples hardened as she felt her hand slide up her belly, just below her breasts. "No," she said as she leaned into April's kiss.

#

Rachel didn't tell her mother she was going to the campus. She'd have given her a hard no. The Mercedes didn't fit in with the other cars in the lot, but Rachel didn't know the first thing about cars. She knew if one was pretty and shiny. Hers was both. As she parked, she worried she wasn't in the right place until she saw the sign stating she was, indeed, at Downtown Grounds. The building looked like an old two-story house more than a bar, and the people around the gravel parking lot were hardly dressed up to go out. Some were in their slippers, others in flannel pajama pants. No one seemed to mind, but she drew some attention as she stepped out of Mr. Morgan's car.

A group of guys glanced her way as she walked through the gravel lot, cussing her choice of heels despite how cute they were. The black and green shoes matched her pencil skirt, and the white sleeveless top accented her freckled arms and red hair. She chose a padded bra to keep her nipples from showing through the thin fabric. It was a first date after all, and her first with a woman, not that she had a lot of experience with dating men either.

"Damn red, you got room for us in Daddy's car?" A man stepped away from his group of friends and blocked Rachel's path. "Or maybe just room for me?" He smiled and moved closer.

"Listen sweetie, I have more than one daddy and more than one car, but I don't have a bit a room for you. Besides, your bicycle won't fit in the back, so if you don't mind, I'd like to go inside and spend some of my daddy's money." Rachel pushed past the shocked man and kept her pace up the rickety wooden stairs towards the bar's front door.

Holy Fuck what was that?

Rachel thought

"It was me, Freckles. Don't let the creeps ruin your vibe,"

replied Ms. Morgan. "

Now focus.

"

She reached for the door covered in band advertisements and listings for something called D&D. That must be some college club, so she'd make sure to ask Emily about it later. The heavy door didn't budge when she pulled it. Embarrassed, she looked around before trying again. Thankfully, a group of students came out, so she waited to the side before sliding behind them.

Downtown Grounds looked more like a jumbled mass of connected living rooms than a bar. People gathered on couches and worked puzzles on coffee tables. Rachel saw a group sitting on a sofa playing a video game older than her. The living rooms were noisy, and a long ornate wooden bar didn't match the makeshift plywood shelving behind it.

She couldn't see Kate anywhere. College students were drinking and talking about finals they had barely passed. A man in a rainbow beret played a ukulele as two girls with long, straight hair and airy skirts danced. Crowds didn't bother her, being alone did. Rachel clutched her phone and looked back towards the heavy door she couldn't open seconds ago. The dancing girls swirled too close and bumped into her. They smiled and apologized as a man on a bar stool winked at her. She turned to leave.

"Rachel?"

She jumped and spun around as a hand landed on her shoulder. A girl in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown bib knee-length apron sporting a yellow cartoon coffee mug smiled at her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. My friend Kate said to look out for you since this place is kind of a maze. She's on the back patio."

Rachel let out a breath and smiled. The blonde girl's hand was soft on her shoulder. She was sweet. Rachel could tell somehow. She may not have been sweet, but she felt that way to Rachel at the moment, so that was good enough. "Oh, yea, I'm Rachel. Sorry. This is a bit much for me."

"I get it. Let me text the kitchen next door real fast. We get our pizzas from there. If you and Kate want one, let me know." She sent her text and Rachel followed behind her.

"Does Kate come here a lot?" Rachel asked.

"Yea, it's her favorite place. She sits on the patio and draws. Sometimes her sister comes with her."

"Oh, she draws?"

"Yep, and she's pretty amazing at it. That's her major, art." They walked through the last room on the way to the patio. More couches sat along the wall, and a group of students lounged in the old furniture. Some had coffee and others had wine. No one seemed to pay attention to the scared 18-year-old being led through the jungle of vintage furniture. "And here we are," said the blonde girl, leading her.

The back patio looked just as Rachel expected. Old on purpose, with metal furniture long past its prime. Kate sat at a table with her laptop and a cup of coffee. She wore a tight green V-neck shirt that amplified her cleavage. Rachel smiled, knowing that was about as racy as Just Kate would get in public. The image of her in her bra and skirt sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She knew that was a big deal for Kate, and she did it for Rachel. "Oh! There you are," Kate said. I was just finishing up an assignment. I just got here like 10 minutes ago. Not because I didn't have things to do. I do. I'm so busy. I can't believe I even got here on time. Not saying you're late. You're not. I was early. Casually early. Not 'I don't have any clue about social norms' early. Totally crazy with all the stuff I have to do. Do you want a cup of coffee? I do. This is cold. Which is weird because I totally just got here and never mind. Do you want to sit down? We can stand if you don't want to."

Rachel giggled, and the barista got wide eyed and nudged Kate. Her attempts to conceal her gestures didn't go unnoticed. Rachel realized Kate must not be following her friend's pointers. "I think I'll sit," Rachel said, taking a chair.

"So, what are we having, ladies? I have every type of coffee you've heard of and about ten you haven't. We have beer and wine too." The barista winked at Kate and pulled out her server book, ready for their order.

"I'll have a frozen mocha something or other with whipped cream," Rachel said.

"Oh, just a refill on mine. I have to pick Heather up from work later, so no wine," Kate said. She turned to Rachel. "Heather is my sister. Not my girlfriend. I don't have a girlfriend. Not that you asked, but if you wondered, I don't."

Rachel giggled again. "I'm glad you don't have a girlfriend. So, what's up? You're doing schoolwork?"

The barista left with a long look at Kate. Rachel figured it was a silent good luck. "School? Oh, yeah. Sorta. I was drawing. I'm an art major. I draw on the computer sometimes. Just silly stuff. Do you draw? Paint? Or maybe you model. You could be a model. If you're into that. I am. Not that I think I can model. I mean, I'm into looking at models. Not in a creepy stalker way, you know. But you look nice. Nice like a model. If that doesn't offend you. If it does, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." She took a long swig, finishing what was left in her coffee cup. "They have a really nice wine list here. I know it doesn't look like much, but it's a pretty cool place."

Rachel looked around the rickety porch and the phrase "wine list" didn't come to mind. "I don't know a lot about wine. I tried something called Loving Frog once. Oh, and I tried those seltzers. Those were good."

"Loving Frog?" Kate asked. "Is that some local beer or something?"

Rachel shook her head. "No, it's called scotch, which is stupid because the bottle says whisky on it. I told my brother about it, but I messed up and brought him the wrong bottle, something called Laughing Ghoulie, not the Loving Frog, so he just made fun of me. Loser." Rachel waited for Kate to agree with her before continuing. Despite having never met Brandon, she needed Kate to think he was a loser too. A loser sometimes, at least.

"I don't know anything about scotch, have you tried..."

Kate's friend must have expedited their order. She came through the patio door and sat an oversized frozen coffee in front of Rachel and refilled Kate's cup before rushing off to some tables across the patio. Since Kate wasn't familiar with scotch nor would she offer support on Jonathon being a loser, Rachel thought she'd change the subject. "So, you're a Senior, right?" Rachel asked.

"Yea, almost done. I'll be a broke artist instead of a starving art student. I can't wait." She smiled, which made her nose scrunch up. Rachel loved it. Her horned rimmed glasses accented her brown eyes, and the shine on her matching brown hair seemed to give her a warm glow in the summer sun.

"I'm a senior too," Rachel said.

Kate scrunched her eyes. "Oh, I didn't realize that. What's your major? I've never seen you around campus."

"High school," Rachel said with a smile.

Kate flinched and squinted at Rachel, checking her out more closely. "High school? As in you're in high school? Oh my god. I sent you nudes. Well, not nudes, but I think you could see my nipples through that bra. I'm going to jail. I can't survive in prison. Heather will visit and help me buy stuff at the commissary, I bet. Forget what I said about the wine. You can't drink. Here, let me check your coffee to make sure she didn't spike it."

Frantic, she leaned over and reached for Rachel's drink, giving her a view down her tight t-shirt. "Hey, don't take my coffee. I'm not a kid."

Kate sat back down and buried her face in her hands. "Fuck me. Do your parents know you're here?"