Not the Virgin Mary Ch. 03

Everyone engaged in sexual actions is at least 18 years old!

I needed a passport so that Mon and I could go on holiday to the USA. Back then in the UK you needed someone to sign the photograph to confirm it was you. It needed to be someone who was an official professional. I thought one of my old teachers would do it, she was always nice and helpful when I was still a school girl. Mrs Lawton, teacher of French and Spanish. Perhaps she would still help me as a grown up would be bad girl?

I got Monica to take me to the school on one of our early finish days. It would be in March, as I was still wearing a long coat over my much-discussed tailored uniform. Though, I had adopted fully fashioned stockings as my preferred wear, as I loved the look with my very high heels, keeping the seam straight was awkward sometimes. My hair was pinned up, the dyed stripes properly visible.

We arrived at the school. Monica parked the car, just after the kids had left for the day. I had the photo in my bag, suitably awful, let's face it everyone's passport is horrible. I asked at the reception for Mrs Lawton, and was escorted along familiar corridors. It was strange being back here, as was seeing Mrs Lawton. She was alone in her classroom marking work. I knocked and went in. She looked up and said, "Hello can I help you?" She looked a typical teacher, dark trousers, loafers, and a practical blouse buttoned to the neck, with a warm cardigan. Taller than I remembered. She looked asexual. Wearing little or no makeup, with little sleepers in her ears. There was no hint of sexuality or femininity.

I sort of hesitated, despite being an eighteen year old sales lady, "Yes, Mrs Lawton, I have come to ask if you would sign my passport picture, as I need an official signature. You were my form teacher in year 11, three years ago."

Mrs Lawton put the pen in her mouth and looked at me, sternly, trying to drag a name from memory.

"I'm Mary Taylor, Mrs Lawton. She looked at me quite closely and said,

"No, Mary was the quiet girl, the Christian who sat at the back. She kept her head down all the time. A plain girl, not..." She caught herself, before saying something she may regret.

"Yes, that's me Miss! I'm all grown up, now! Not really plain, or a Christian. Quite the opposite indeed."

"Yes! I can see that. You look very, err grown up. A swan indeed! Can't your parents confirm this for you?"

"I suppose they can but we don't talk at the moment. Mum was a little upset, when I went to work in the makeup department. That's partly why I look a little different, now..." I let that trail off not wanting to give too much away. I wasn't exactly out as Bi or Queer at the time. She started to look at me with a more studied eye now, noticing the height of my shoes, their very sexualised ankle strap and metal heel. The swell of my breasts, the way my short skirt clung to my mound, and arse Showing my suspender straps, and a hint of my labia piercings through the fabric. Annie's little tailoring's. I moved closer, so she could smell my perfume, and see my earrings. I was not the quiet little Christian any longer!

"Yes, of course, there's an exact phrase they want isn't there?" She seemed a little flustered. I was surprised. Standing next to her I opened my bag taking out the form and picture, leaning forward, I put them on the desk, my breasts swelling forward as I bent over. I was deliberately being quite provocative. It's the way I had become in the time I lived with Monica. She signed the picture and filled in the part of the application, that asked for her contact address.

I looked at Mrs Lawton, with a curious desire to be bad and thought it would be worth a try to see if she was interested. "I'm dying for a smoke. Can I buy you a drink to say thanks?"

There was a small hesitation, then, "Oh sure why not, but let's not go to the local pubs. There may be parents, who I don't want to see, now, socially. Where do you live?" I told her, she answered, "Is there somewhere good you know?"

"Yes, there shall be, I'm with my boss and housemate, she'll certainly know."

"I'll follow in my own car, if we go now." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, as she stood. Perhaps I wasn't too far off beam.

"I'll ask her when we go out, we can travel together if that's ok?"

"Sounds good!" We went from the classroom to the staff room where Katie's coat was, then outside.

Monica, was inevitably, sat in a fug of smoke. "Go to Saturday Market, there are lots of quiet pubs there. Go into The Kings Head, in the corner. I'll go home for the time being. Call me and let me know where you are and that you are ok."

Katie came out of the school and behind me. "My car's over here." She said, "Let's go its cold!"

I went with Katie, and Monica left us in the carpark. We got into her hatchback.

"Do you mind if I light a cigarette?" I asked. She shook her head.

"What are you smoking?"

"Marlboro Red "

"I can't smoke those they make me cough. There's some Silk Cut in my bag, please light me one." I reached into the back of the car and found her bag, removing the battered, near empty pack. I pushed in the lighter on the dash and lit the Cigarette as it popped out. I then lit my own, pulling deeply to have my head in a ring of smoke. I chanced my arm as I asked about Katie's current life, and lightly placed my right hand on her knee. We chattered a little about changes in the years since I left school for the twenty minutes of our journey. She didn't tell me to remove it.

Katie parked her car and we went into the quiet looking pub. I asked her preference and ordered the white wine and my vodka. I took them to a table, telling Katie, "I need the loo, back in a mo." I scooted off to the toilet, more to take my bra off than to use any facilities, other to touch up my lipstick. My pierced nipples clearly showing now in the off-white nylon. There were lewd glances from most of the men in the pub, and one or two interested stares from ladies too. These included the barmaid, who I winked at.

I called Monica from a payphone in the hall and said I would keep in touch. She told me, "Mama's so proud. Her little one out on the hunt for new flesh. I hope you are successful and we can share your catch!"

I returned to Katie, with a new cigarette in my mouth clearly marking the filter with my excess lipstick. I was hunting this flesh. I wanted Katie to lick my cunt! But more than that I want to lick and taste the forbidden fruit of hers. Most of all I wanted Katie to ask me to lick her cunt. That was the biggest thrill of all. The conquest!

Again, we talked of nothing, but over a couple of drinks and an hour, we came more towards talking about sex and sexuality. Katie was separated from her long-term partner and had no children. The Mrs. in Mrs. Lawton was a sort of alias, easier in school terms than the Miss which sounded too young. She was thirty-two and never married. I wormed it out of her that she had no real sex in about four months since Steve had left for Sheffield. Katie didn't use toys, to get off, just her fingers when she was a little drunk. Also, she said she always felt straight but now caught herself looking at the oldest 18 year-old girls and the way their breasts were grown, and their short skirts, wondering about their sexuality. Not in school, but when she saw young girIs out of uniform in the streets. I confessed I was a virgin on my eighteenth birthday and had received a sexual catch-up course since then. Katie nervously fiddled with a small necklace behind her collar. What was she thinking? A third drink was on hand. I switched to tonic as I didn't want to wind up too pissed to act.

I decided to be a little braver, and make her come to me. I put my hand on her thigh, "Katie, I always admired you at school and now you are having a physical effect on me. I want to kiss you, as a woman, may I?"

She looked into my eyes and said "I've been sitting here waiting for you to ask. Not daring to make a move. I wanted to kiss you in the classroom. I can't believe you asked me out. You look so hot, so naughty and sophisticated. I'm so plain and ordinary Just another blonde!"

I kissed her full on the lips and after a moment my tongue slipped between her lips. She gasped, feeling my tongue studs. I held the back of her head and let the kiss continue for a few extra seconds.

"Don't feel ordinary, you are gorgeous. I have big tits and wear a lot of makeup. I can make you up tonight, if you want to be more glamorous, but I want to go to bed with Miss Lawton who was kind and helpful to Virgin Mary. You must know that's what they all called me? You are very pretty and desirable!"

"Where shall we go? I can't face my own home. Can I come to yours?"

"Yes of course, everything we need is there. But you can't drive, you have drunk too much. I'll call Monica, she'll walk over and pick us up, collecting your car. Let's have another drink while we wait." I made the call and Monica was putting her shoes on while on the phone. When I got drinks, I sat down and lit two of my cigarettes. I shook my head as she began to speak. Leaning in to kiss her and fill Katie's mouth with smoke. She groaned. Under the table I touched her crotch trough her trousers, she was hot. I was dripping onto the seat. It was like déjà vu, from the opposite side! I passed her the cigarette and she drew from it, no coughs.

Monica appeared a little while later, immaculate as always, wearing a buttoned-up raincoat. I wondered what else she was wearing under it? Probably just her stockings, as she wore knee high boots. Calm and unflappable as ever.

"Well, my lovebirds, isn't this lovely. There's wine chilling in the fridge, take away pizza on order and a chauffeur (esse) for your ride home. Katie, for once, Mary is right; you can't drive even in this little town."

"I need to pee." Katie admitted as she stood, and vanished off to the bathroom.

Monca asked me "How do you want this to work?"

"Let's play it by ear, I really want to fuck her, but also not to scare her with our usual level of outrageous, exhibitionism. By the way, are you nude, under the coat?"

Monica just smiled at me. God, I live with a slut. But, then again, her lover and housemate has picked up her straight (Ish) former teacher and is taking her home to fuck. Having flaunted her pieced tits all evening

Katie, reappeared and Monica took the car keys from her. "Let's go home, its warm and inviting." Monica opened the door and I climbed into the back of the small car. Katie, sitting in the passenger seat. I leaned forward and was nuzzling Katie's neck all the way home. We arrived at Monica's house in a few minutes and went indoors, not wanting to flaunt to our twitchy curtained neighbours. Hostess that I can be I took Katie's coat and asked. "Do you want a shower before we eat? I do!" Monica sat down and took a little box from a drawer. She was rolling a joint. Bad girl!

We got to the bathroom upstairs and I gave Katie a clean towel. I hopped into the shower first, as my hair was still pinned up from work. She took a minute or two to watch me and look at my now fully exposed piercings. I hope I didn't scare her!

As I got out of the shower, Katie looked at me slightly worried looking and asked, "Will you help me shave? I have got lazy being on my own."

"God yes, I'll shave you no problem." She washed the grime of the day away and I passed her a robe to wear. I was naked. Despite both being fully waxed, there were new razors and shaving cream to hand. Katie dried off and sat on the toilet, so I could work. "All of it?" I asked. She nodded.

"It will be new to me. I normally just do my bikini line. You look hot fully shaven! I like your rings, do they hurt?"

"No, they were fun to get and feel great now as they heal, it's been about four months. I love them and the look they give. Touch my tit, please!" She reached over and tentatively touched my right breast, feeling the ring, it was still hot from the shower. I groaned in anticipation. It was going to be a fun night. I carefully trimmed with scissors and then shaved her. It was hard to concentrate with the need for me to fuck, but I didn't cause any nicks and after a good ten minutes of intense staring at her cunt, it was clean shaven. I didn't have the heart to tell Katie, I never shaved I was waxed. Despite my need for gratification, there were no moves made with a razor in hand. As I finished, I licked along her slit and she threw her head back and shouted "God, yes, more, please."

I made up Katie to look beautiful, it really didn't take a lot, to make her look stunning and sexy: around her eyes; a little foundation and bronzer, and then a lipstick to suit her pale complexion and ash blonde hair. She sat and watched me make up. Feeling naughty, I put some rouge powder on my nipples too. (Well, it's easier than a sign, saying 'Pull here'!) This caused a little gasp from my audience, as I finished with very black eye makeup, lots of mascara and very red lips, both lipstick and a shiny gloss. We went downstairs to meet Monica, who clearly was already prepared.

There was soft jazz as we went downstairs, freshly delivered pizza and chilled white wine. Monica had removed her raincoat and was wearing a transparent babydoll nightie, that finished above her waist. With her high boots she looked very inviting. Bizarrely, we chatted inconsequentially during dinner and a cigarette afterwards. Katie and I sat on the sofa with our hands on each other's thighs, Monica opposite in an armchair. Her cunt on full display, the rings shing in the lamplight. She picked up her little box and lit the joint that she had rolled and passed it to Katie. To my surprise she took a pull, not coughing and passed it to me. I too took a hit then passed it over to Monica, and kissed Katie full on the lips, mingling the smoke with our perfumes. Monica moved onto the sofa and we shared the smoke and kissed deeply sharing smoke. Katie seemed more than ok with the attention of two women. I was sort of surprised, but delighted nonetheless as we began to get intimate. There were no limits as our mouths and fingers explored tits, cunts, arses and mouths. I asked Katie if I could bite her tits, she nodded and I bit her leaving hickey marks around her nipples. Monica and I could feel Katie's orgasm rising and we edged her back to stop her exploding, yet. I stuck my finger in her arse and that opened her eyes. "Ooh, that's different.

"Let's go upstairs!" Monica commented and we followed, me lighting a cheeky fag as we went. We proceeded to lick, finger and suck numerous orgasms from each other. We twisted into a mass of sexual organs just giving pleasure where we reached. There were no preferences of any kind and after a while Katie had her tongue inside my arse just as Monica did. We used no toys that evening, getting each other off with our sapphic charms. Katie became delightfully adventurous as a lover with us, that night, growing in confidence with every orgasm. We had a cheeky refreshment break at one-point, white wine from a bottle, cigarettes and another joint. Then it was back to the maelstrom. My tongue was well worked in cunts and arses. We did arse to mouth, so bad I know! Like all frenzied activity sooner or later it collapses and we slept for a few hours, being woken by alarms, to our groans of early morning angst. Addict that I was I reached for cigarettes before I opened my eyes and aren't the post coital ones amid the best, mingling smoke and sex in mouth. Wonderful. Both Katie and I had hickeys over our tits. She had reciprocated my earlier bites. I loved them!

We showered and made up. I gave Katie a subtle sophisticated look that wouldn't be out of place at school. While I was making up her lips she gasped in a kind of fright. "I can't wear the same clothes I came in. It would be obvious what I've been doing. Can I borrow something?"

Monica practical as ever thought momentarily. "Yes, but Mary and I are about the same size. She shares my clothes. They are not all suitable for school, as we wear a uniform at work... Oh I rarely wear trousers, so will a dress do?"

Katie, looked a little concerned. "Yes, at a pinch!" Monica opened a wardrobe and looked at Katie to size her up. I smiled to myself, as I knew she was looking where some of the more outrageous clothes were.

She smiled triumphantly as found something. "Yes, this is it." She produced a red dress, off the shoulder, with cap sleeves and figure hugging, for Katie about 2" above the knee. "Try and see if this fits."

Katie looked sceptical, but shuffled into the dress, which zipped at the side. It looked remarkable on her. Sticking in all the right places. Not especially for school day wear, but fantastic on her. "Yes, that's the one!" Monica said. "You will need some shoes too! Those loafers won't do at all." From a shelf she found a pair of lace up red ankle boots, about 3" at the heel. "These will go nicely, not too tarty! I can't offer you knickers I never wear them and they would leave a panty line on that dress, but black hold ups I will get from a drawer." I helped Katie dress. She looked terrific in red. The scoop neckline made her small tits seem bigger but thankfully avoided showing the hickeys I had left. Unless she leaned forward too much, then they were visible against her white bra. Mon returned with stockings, in the packet and we each helped Katie into them, having a cheeky lick of her cunt as we did so. With the heeled boots tied on she looked like a steam punk princess. Monica lit some cigarettes and took pictures of Katie looking stunning. We had coffee and got ready for leaving. As a parting shot Monica took a new pack of cigarettes from a kitchen drawer and gave them to Katie. "Enjoy a proper smoke, often. Don't let this be a one-night thing. Oh, do dress like this more. Come to the store, we'll help you with that. Also, some ink on your upper arm would be fantastic! Hang on you need different earrings." She dashed upstairs returning with some simple red danglers "These shall look wonderful, My Lady in Red." Cheesy, but amusing. We all kissed and went to our work. I whispered in Katie's ear, "Let's do a bunk have a sickie and fuck more..."

"Soon darling, soon. I need to get my shit together, change my style. I feel great today. Monica is right maybe a tattoo or two. Be bolder. I'll call you."

I made my passport application, and received it about three weeks later. The week following Monica and I were on our way to California. Katie would wait for my holiday to end. I was about to meet some bikers and be their chick, for a few weeks anyway...