Thank You, Miss Georgia Pt. 02

Comparative Analysis of Electoral Systems.

Caitlyn read the title of the assignment for the fourth time, tapping her fingers on her desk. The essay was due in a few days, but it was unlikely for Caitlyn to leave things until the last minute. She typed a few words, then deleted them. The list of recommended reference books taunted her.

She needed them, but she hadn't dared to step foot back in the library. It was one thing to be a lesbian, another thing to have a crush on the librarian, but it was an entirely different matter to pursue her. If Caitlyn stood in front of that information desk one more time, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

Additional attempts to craft an opening paragraph proved futile and she considered giving up for the evening. But her eyes were drawn to that little icon in the corner of her screen, the private browser she'd been visiting too frequently. She looked from the blank page to the icon and shook her head as if to dispel her ridiculous inclination.

Focus, Caitlyn.

Even if she didn't work on the paper for the rest of the night, there were surely other things she could do. Other than opening that tab again. Other than spending hours at a time reveling in the range of things women could do together. As she contemplated going for a quiet evening walk, compulsion tapped at the glass of her mind, incessant and frankly, annoying. She just wanted one day where she didn't feel the urge to touch herself.

Today was not that day. The wetness and aching between her legs felt constant, even though her pussy had been rubbed raw from overuse. She berated herself as she opened the browser and logged in. Yes, logged in. Never in a million years would Caitlyn be someone who had an account on a porn site, yet here she was, scrolling through the carefully curated videos in her favorites list.

It would hurt to play with herself, so she decided that she would just watch and bathe in the feelings of arousal. She was partial to the romantic videos, as they felt safer in some way. Simply two people sharing passion with each other. But curiosity swayed her and she chose a video that ventured into rougher territory.

There was little build-up. A forceful tongue kiss was the only foreplay before the blonde pushed the brunette's head into the couch as she fucked her from the back with a strap-on. The woman's moans and cries rattled inside Caitlyn as her face flushed. Her nipples were getting harder, sensitive against her bra. She groped herself roughly, then undid the clasp, pulling her bra off through the bottom of her shirt.

Her eyes reflected the light of the computer as she tracked the women's movements. Lightly, she ran her fingers over her nipples poking out through the soft material. She pulled the fabric back and forth so it teased her breasts and she moaned quietly. In her early, experimental years of masturbation, she discovered that the feeling of a thin shirt against her erect nipples was one of her favorite things. It also meant she could never go out without a bra, lest she be constantly aroused in public.

"Cait?"

Her father's voice came through the door of her bedroom, and Caitlyn hurried to shove her discarded bra behind her bed and cross her arms over her chest before her father entered. God forbid he wait until she answered.

"Hi sweetheart. Writing your paper?"

Caitlyn slammed her laptop shut, thankful that the audio was routed to her headphones. "Uh, just finished actually."

"Your mom and I are going out with the Tollivers tonight and probably won't be back until late. Call if you need anything, okay?"

"Of course. Have a good time."

At the sound of the door closing, Caitlyn dropped her face in her hands, feeling the heat on her cheeks. The near-disaster of almost being caught fondling herself should've been enough to turn her off. Instead, an excited shiver traveled down her spine and she pressed her thighs together, squirming. Fuck.

Two hours passed, and Caitlyn tortured herself deep into the evening. Video after video of blissed-out faces and thrashing bodies had her playing with her bare nipples and shaking with multiple mini-orgasms. Finally, her laptop shut down, and Caitlyn was confronted with the fantasy she'd been trying to avoid. The fantasy of her.

But the teasing and partial pleasure was driving Caitlyn insane. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and spread her legs on the bed, finally touching herself despite the tenderness. With her parents out, she let herself speak as she imagined those warm, soft lips trailing down her neck.

"Miss Georgia, take me. Put your tongue in my mouth. Fuck, please let me kiss you all over, every inch of you. I want to take off my clothes for you, Miss Georgia."

She barely recognized her own voice, thick with lust. Deep in the scene behind her eyes, Caitlyn's excitement built up as she imagined Miss Georgia's long, slim fingers caressing her tits, trailing down her stomach, settling on her protruding clit. Caitlyn's own fingers worked twice as hard despite the twinges of pain.

"Fuck, you're making me feel so good. I'm so goddamn horny all the time and I can't get enough, you make me so fucking crazy. Please Miss Georgia, I need you inside me."

Inching closer to the edge, she was taken back to the cafe, taken back to the moment right after Caitlyn choked out her thanks.

Good girl.

The rush of these words set Caitlyn off and she pummeled her fingers into her flooded cunt relentlessly, bringing her ever nearer to climax. She began to babble.

"I'm your good girl, Miss Georgia, I'll be so good for you. Ohh dammit, fuck! Christ, I'm so close, please watch me cum, please, please, oohhh fuck, shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna - Uh! I'm cumming for you, Miss Georgia!"

Caitlyn's mind broke. Pleasure moved through her in a heavy surge as her orgasmic fluids gushed onto the bedsheets. Skin burning, muscles convulsing, she writhed in delirious rapture and moaned with abandon. All that existed was want, was need, was Miss Georgia.

Then the room went black.

Caitlyn woke up some time later, dizzy and lightheaded. Her body still tingled with delightful sensitivity as she laid there, running her hands down herself. In her hazy, post-sex state, all anxieties and reservations were muted and before she could stop herself, she typed out a message into her phone:

I think I need you, Miss Georgia.

* * *

The only circumstance she could reason was that some malicious spirit had possessed her to follow through to this point, which admittedly wasn't very rational. In actuality, Caitlyn was on a primitive kind of autopilot, an instinct she couldn't help but follow. But she couldn't (with sober mind) admit that to herself.

She stood in front of the walkway of Miss Georgia's home, shivering from nerves. Her parents had been informed that Caitlyn was spending the evening at Molly's house. In turn, Caitlyn told Molly she was going out to hook up with Reed. It was a wildly lousy excuse that Molly almost didn't buy, but Caitlyn sold it as much as she could, (which wasn't very much, considering the new things she had recently discovered about herself). Caitlyn heard the sound of her own boots and noticed she was moving toward the house.

What the hell am I doing? I'm out of my mind. Turn around, walk away. Turn around, walk away.

Turn around, walk away.

"Hello darling," Miss Georgia gave a shining smile as she opened the door.

Caitlyn, a step lower, was eye-level with the deep blue satin that covered her breasts. Disoriented, Caitlyn only saw Miss Georgia's face for a second until her eyes dropped to those full, heavy tits agin. She froze in embarrassment and looked back up at her.

Miss Georgia laughed and shook her head as if responding to the antics of a playful child. She slipped her hand into Caitlyn's and led her inside.

Caitlyn felt fragile, like she was about to pass out.

The older woman led her to a red Victorian settee. "Sit, Caitlyn."

So Caitlyn sat just like last time, thoughtlessly obedient. As Miss Georgia walked toward the minibar, she tried to breathe deep and evenly as she took in her surroundings. The house was surprisingly gothic and unsurprisingly dimly lit. The furniture was needlessly ornate and Caitlyn imagined there was probably a taxidermy mount somewhere in the house. Though it was just an excuse in the cafe, Miss Georgia's sense of style in all ways was truly admirable.

She didn't ask if Caitlyn wanted a drink, just handed her a glass of rosé. Without hesitation, Caitlyn sipped it.

"Wow," Miss Georgia said.

Caitlyn looked up at her. "What?"

"You're trusting. I could've drugged that."

Fear shot through Caitlyn. How could she have not considered that at all? She placed it gingerly on the side table.

Miss Georgia sat next to her with her own glass of wine and smirked. "If I did, you'd already be dead or out cold by now. Whichever I wanted."

Caitlyn found herself speechless again, just staring. This whole thing was unreal.

Miss Georgia furrowed her brows and looked at Caitlyn with something like pity. Then she slipped into seriousness. "Look at me."

Their eyes met like magnets.

"You and I both know that you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be here. So I'm going to need you to stop pretending that you don't have something to say to me. What exactly is it that you need, Caitlyn?"

She held Caitlyn in a trance for a minute, then leaned back and sipped her wine. After a beat, she sighed. "Well?"

Your hands, your taste, your body, your tongue-

"I... I need to leave now."

If Miss Georgia was upset, it wasn't evident in the slightest. She just nodded. "Then you're absolutely free to go."

The air was thick with tension, but nothing more was said between them. On shaking legs, Caitlyn headed toward the door, slower than she should have.

"Though there is one thing I'd like to try," Miss Georgia's gentle voice wrapped around Caitlyn from behind her. "If you'll indulge me."

No, no, no. I need to get out of this right now.

But she couldn't bring herself to return to the alternative - fucking herself like an animal to the ghost of Miss Georgia, never fully satisfied. She couldn't endure another week.

So Caitlyn found herself standing in front of Miss Georgia, who reclined and finished off her glass. She smiled wide, a devious twinkle in her eye.

"Get on your knees."

Caitlyn blushed and felt moisture gather between her legs. It was becoming evident that it wasn't just Miss Georgia's sex that she wanted. It was her domination.

She lowered herself to the ground.

"Just like that? You must really be into this," Miss Georgia taunted.

The slight humiliation triggered a strange response in Caitlyn, and she pushed back as if she were still resisting. "N-no... I'm not."

Miss Georgia's face flashed with something unreadable, and then lit up. "Your nipples seem to disagree."

She brushed a gentle hand against the front of Caitlyn's shirt where her nipples were revealing themselves. Caitlyn whimpered.

"You like playing hard to get, huh? Or is this because you're an ally?" Miss Georgia laughed.

Heat rose to her ears remembering that mortifying interaction in the library. "I just... It's wrong for me to be here."

She nodded patronizingly. "Oh I see. But that's exactly what's turning you on, isn't it? You can't help yourself."

It was true without a doubt. Caitlyn had devolved into an insatiable whore under the influence of a woman she barely knew, and she relished in it.

"We're gonna try this again," Miss Georgia said, tipping Caitlyn's head up to look at her with a finger under her chin. "And this time, you're going to tell me the truth. Now, what do you need?"

Caitlyn was closer to Miss Georgia than ever before, feeling her warm breath on her face. A barrage of conflicting emotions ran through her and tears rose unbidden to her eyes. She could barely choke out an answer, but she had to. She was compelled to obey.

"I... need you to fuck me," she whispered.

Miss Georgia looked at her expectantly. "Is that all? Use your words and tell me everything, baby girl."

The pet name caused something to snap in Caitlyn and words came pouring out. "I need you to fuck me, p-please. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you, constantly, all the time. I can't stop touching myself. It's driving me insane. I need you to make me c-cum, over and over and over again."

A soft hand caressed Caitlyn's face as Miss Georgia leaned in closer. Lips so near to Caitlyn's own mouth, she breathed in Miss Georgia's praise. "Very good, sweetheart."

As their lips met in a delicate kiss, the hunger in Caitlyn roared inside her. Heat rushed through her core and she wrapped her arms around Miss Georgia's neck, desperately forcing her tongue inside her mouth. The simple gesture had set her on fire with need, but Miss Georgia quickly pulled away, holding her at arms length.

"That's enough. If you want to play this game with me, you have to follow the rules."

Lips wet with saliva, Caitlyn only stared up at her, melting and mindless behind blue eyes.

"It's very simple. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you don't, you will be punished. How's that sound?" Miss Georgia chuckled.

She felt herself nod, despite the alarm that seized her at the word 'punished'. She needed every utterance of praise that came from those perfect lips. Any risk was worth it to be close to Miss Georgia.

"Speak up."

"Y-Yes. Please, I want it."

Without another word, Miss Georgia stood, towering over Caitlyn, who was still on her knees in front of the settee. She untied the sash of her robe and let it slip to the floor.

The generous curves of Miss Georgia's naked body put Venus to shame as far as Caitlyn was concerned. Drool slid from the corner of her mouth as she drank in the sight. Her eyes traced the dip of her collarbone, the roundness of her breasts. Caitlyn wanted to wrap her arms around that waist, to grip those thick hips. To bury her face between Miss Georgia's glorious thighs.

Caitlyn's fingertips reached to graze Miss Georgia's pale skin, but her hand was slapped away.

"No touching. You haven't earned it."

A pang of hurt shot into Caitlyn's heart at the denial, but this was her place. To obey, not to question.

"Stand."

Caitlyn stood.

Miss Georgia closed in, making the few inches she had on Caitlyn obvious. Caitlyn was breathless and hyper-aware that the naked woman was nearly touching her. Miss Georgia leaned in and kissed her as gently as before, and now Caitlyn knew better. With all the discipline she could manage, Caitlyn kept her hands to herself.

The sweet feeling of Miss Georgia on her lips was over too soon. Miss Georgia didn't bother to put on her robe before taking Caitlyn's hand and leading her to the front door.

"I'll be in touch."

Then Caitlyn was shaking alone in the cool of the evening, dripping with the aftermath of an exquisite dream.

* * *

Seared duck with a cherry-wine reduction was the main dish set on the table before Caitlyn's family, who were joining together for an early evening dinner. Her parents briefly discussed the new architecture project her father was recently assigned for work. Caitlyn shifted in her seat as the conversation turned toward her.

"How was Molly's, dear? What did you girls get up to?"

Caitlyn forced herself to meet her mother's eyes and lied. "Not too much. Molly and Florence had a list of movies they wanted to watch."

Despite her attempts to focus on the meal, images of that night flickered through her mind and sent a chill down her body.

Not now.

Her father nodded. "And how's Reed doing? He's studying engineering, correct?"

Caitlyn's mother hit him lightly on the shoulder. "They broke up a while ago, Julian. Get the memo."

"Oh. Sorry, love."

"It's fine, dad."

"Any other guys in your sights then?"

"Julian!"

Caitlyn shoved more food in her mouth in lieu of a response. She was certain there would be no more guys, but her parents were better off ignorant of that fact. Anything to keep them from the dirty truth of who she actually wanted.

Her mother changed the subject to the remodeling progress of their wine cellar, which Caitlyn feigned interest in for a while. But the memories of Miss Georgia caused an unsteady anxiety to creep into her mind. That feeling of being on her knees, the yearning for her exposed body.

Was this truly who she was now? The Caitlyn Kaufmann she'd known herself to be for her whole life was so unlike this. She had been confident, intellectual, hellbent on getting into her first choice school. Top marks and awards gave her parents a never-ending supply of accomplishments to brag about to their dignified friends. She was the golden child. Their only child.

And for them to have even an inkling of the depraved, thoughtless, pleasure addict Caitlyn had been reduced to would be the end of her world.

* * *

Caitlyn could feel her grades slipping in real time. It took twice as long to churn out her comparative analysis paper than she anticipated, having to ask for an extension. Smaller assignments had fallen by the wayside and were nearly forgotten until the last minute. Determined to pull herself together, she resolved to head home after class to study.

"Hey girlie," Florence walked up behind her, followed by Molly. "We're gonna get boba. You coming?"

"I don't think so. I have a lot to catch up on," Caitlyn shrugged.

"You sure? We haven't really seen you since the mall."

Time was nebulous to Caitlyn, blurred by her persistent, opportunistic jerk-off sessions. Had it been that long since she had seen her friends?

Molly insisted. "Come on, we'll only stay for an hour or so."

The boba shop was crowded and they were fortunate to get the last table available in the corner. As they sat with their tea, Florence and Molly watched Caitlyn carefully, as if waiting for her to speak. A minute of silence passed before Caitlyn understood the implicit question.

"Is this about Reed?" Caitlyn offered with a twinge of agitation.

Florence's eyes lit up. "How was it?"

Molly didn't wait for Caitlyn to respond. "Amazing, probably. Since when does Cait sleep with exes? That dick has got to be incredible."

Caitlyn kicked herself for using such a dumb excuse. "It was... fine. I don't really want to talk about it."

"Nah, this is un-Caitlyn behavior. You gotta spill. Are you still in love with him?"

She never really could lie to her friends. It's not that she hadn't tried, but the combined perception of both Molly and Florence always seemed to pull the truth out of her one way or another.

"I was never in love with him. And I actually... didn't see him."

Florence slammed her palm on the table and grinned at Molly. "I knew it! Pay up, bitch."

"Ugh, fine. In a minute. What do you mean you didn't see him? Where the hell did you go?"

There was no possible reality in which Caitlyn would actually tell them where she went that night, but any story she could make up on the spot would be flimsy at best. She settled on ambiguity.

"I saw a girl."

"Oh... Like in a gay way?" Molly's jaw dropped a bit.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and blushed. "Yeah."

Florence squealed. "How exciting! So what, you're like, bisexual or something?"

In typical fashion, Molly interrupted. "So who is she? Does she go to Prymoor? What does she look like?"

"Wait, did you lie because you thought we wouldn't accept you? Aww, Cait!" Florence threw her arms around Caitlyn.

"More importantly: do we know her?"

Counting on her fingers, Florence started rattling off names. "Oh, it could be Alice, she's super gay. Or maybe Yolanda. I think she might be bi, but she could also just be a slut. Hold on, it's definitely Layla, she's totally your type, Cait."

"You don't know her type, Florence," Molly sneered, and then turned to Caitlyn. "So what is your type?"

Caitlyn glared at them, pink in the face. "Fine. She doesn't go to Prymoor, and you don't know her. I've never even heard of the people you listed. As for my type... that's none of your business."

Molly dramatically mimed an arrow through the heart. "Babe, you don't trust us? Come on, give us something. Anything."

A wicked voice in her head interjected: What if you told them everything, every little detail? It would be so... freeing.

She hated that it made her hesitate. It would be so damn wrong.

"I guess... you can call her G."

* * *

Agony. It defined the half-week that Caitlyn spent staring at her silent phone with bated breath, waiting. And waiting. No moment passed by without the nagging apprehension of what Miss Georgia would demand of her, but there was a thrill in vulnerability.

Ironically, they spent each day on opposite sides of the same building, but Caitlyn couldn't be in Miss Georgia's presence. Not at school. And not until she calls. But at the very end of her International Relations class, her need for Miss Georgia's attention was finally satisfied with a simple message:

Caitlyn - This is your first task. Remove your bra and bring it to me. You are to attend the rest of your classes without one. I expect to see you within fifteen minutes.

Miss Georgia's command was stark, and Caitlyn glanced around, lowering her phone beneath the desk. She had chosen the wrong shirt today. The black turtleneck she wore was thin and stretchy, one of the softest fabrics she had in her closet. With no jacket to cover up, her chances of going unnoticed were slim. Her pussy throbbed lightly at the thought of her nipples on display for all to see.

She stared at the text a while longer, the element of resistance still tugging at her. But Miss Georgia's words haunted her again:

You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be here.

Caitlyn was naturally stubborn, ready to push against anything that didn't fit into her meticulously crafted life. But desire had grown inside her, threatening to break all of it. Miss Georgia was right - Caitlyn wanted it. Not just in the moment, not just on her knees, but for weeks. Endless days of wanting.

Those fifteen minutes were dwindling away. Caitlyn headed for the restrooms.

It was thankfully empty, and she entered a stall, pulling her shirt over her head. The bra she wore was nothing special, plain and practical. If she'd known Miss Georgia was going to ask for it, she would've worn something nicer.

She put her bra in her backpack and slipped her turtleneck on again. A small sense of dread hung over her, not wanting to see the results of her arousal. With the large mirror above the sinks, this was unavoidable. Her nipples were half-hard, protruding slightly through the material. It would only get worse.

Caitlyn hurried to the library, keeping her arms in a position that somewhat obstructed her chest from view. It was awkward, but people passed by in the hallway without a glance in her direction. Even so, she felt her nipples stiffen with traitorous excitement.

Miss Georgia was hunched over the computer at the reference desk, intently focused as if she forgot that she summoned her new plaything. Caitlyn stood in front of her in silence, shifting on her feet nervously. Green eyes glanced up at her, and then down to her breasts. She raised her brows expectantly, and Caitlyn dropped her arms.

She felt Miss Georgia look her over, appraising the state of her body. Small shivers overtook her. Caitlyn suddenly felt like an object. Despite her revulsion, her heart pounded with a sick delight.

"Follow."

Miss Georgia walked back and disappeared behind a shelf. Caitlyn surveyed for witnesses with a swivel of her head and went.

Surrounded by outdated encyclopedias, Miss Georgia said nothing as Caitlyn took her bra out of her backpack and placed it in her waiting hand. She wished Ms. Georgia would hide it in a purse, but she seemed content to hold it by her side. Though they were between the stacks, Caitlyn felt bare. Watched. But she hadn't dared to cover herself in front of Miss Georgia.

"Very good. You may go."

Her heart dropped as Miss Georgia went back to her desk and resumed her task without another word. A sharp mix of hurt and longing rose in Caitlyn. No sly smile, no sweet names. She stood frozen in confusion for too long until she remembered her next class.

Caitlyn tried to ignore the slight bounce of her breasts as she made her way through the sun-soaked atrium. Students and faculty milled about the open space in ignorance, orbiting Caitlyn's secret shame. Still, she felt herself blushing as if everyone knew, a warmth blooming between her legs. For the first time, she wished her nipples weren't so sensitive.

She was late for class and despite her efforts to enter silently, the door slammed behind her, causing several students to look. She scrambled to cross her arms and rushed to her seat.

As much as she needed to pay attention, her thoughts were elsewhere. Miss Georgia's indecipherable expression, her blunt commands. Insecurity unraveled in her mind and body until reason made an increasingly rare appearance.

It's all fun and games until someone gets fired or expelled.

The world seemed to be a sexual playground for Miss Georgia, but she knew how to step carefully, keep it under wraps. Caitlyn hadn't yet learned that discipline.

The shuffling of chairs and students rearranging themselves in the room. Caitlyn tuned in at the last minute, catching the professor assign an in-class partner project.

A young woman with shoulder length blonde hair held her hand out to Caitlyn, sitting across from her. "I'm Alice."

"Caitlyn."

Alice opened her notebook. "So, the national housing crisis. We have to create a policy proposal and impact assess..."

She trailed off, gaze lowering from Caitlyn's eye contact, then sat up straight. "Impact assessment. Do you uh... do you want to split the work where I do the proposal and you do the assessment? Or..."

Watching the girl's eyes drop again, Caitlyn wrapped her arms around herself as if she were cold.

So this was the Alice that Florence mentioned. She had a simple kind of beauty: honey-brown eyes and a slight smattering of freckles. Caitlyn's face began to heat up as she noticed Alice staring at her lips, and her nipples strained against her shirt.

She cleared her throat. "That's fine. We could start with an outline of the issue brief. Homelessness rates, rent-to-income ratios, things like that."

Alice nodded and began to scribble a bullet point list, seeming to regret her leering. She began to list off other possibilities as a distraction. "Zoning laws, eviction..."

Caitlyn's body seduced her mind and she gave in to imagination. Watching Alice write as if in slow motion, she saw the room empty except for them. The vision of Alice crawled over the desk, reaching out to tease her, grazing her fingertips down Caitlyn's neck. She followed Caitlyn's curves down with her hands, pressing a messy kiss to her mouth.

The perspective shifted, and she saw herself from outside her body. Alice was devouring her.

Caitlyn saw herself having the half-orgasms she was all too familiar with, the one's triggered by prolonged play with her nipples.

Miss Georgia watched.

"What are you looking at?"

Alice turned around and shot Caitlyn a quizzical look. "Is there something behind me?"

Caitlyn was torn from her reverie. "God, I'm sorry. I'm really tired, forgive me if I space out a bit."

She was getting better at lying.

"That's okay. Late night?"

"Just a lot of assignments due at once."

Alice smiled. "I get that."

They continued to work, Caitlyn only able to muster partial focus. The scene of that intense kiss and the feeling that Miss Georgia controlled them both made her whole body feel like a live wire. If there was any sliver of hope left that her nipples would remain undetectable, it was long gone. They weren't just hard. They were throbbing. She could cry - either from humiliation or carnal need.

"Shit, are you alright?" Alice frowned with concern as class was dismissed.

On the cusp of real embarrassment, Caitlyn hurried toward the door, calling behind her. "Just allergies!"

Thank god it was her last class of the day. The sooner she got to her car, the better. She nearly ran.

Once safe in the driver's seat, she threw her backpack somewhere else (she wasn't sure where) in the car and shimmied out of her jeans in the tight space. Delirious, she leaned her head back and slipped her hand into her panties.

This was new. She wanted, more than wanted, Miss Georgia. But she pined for the taste of Alice's mouth, that tantalizing unknown. The taste of the rest of her.

Caitlyn tugged hard on her nipples with one hand through her shirt, moaning without concern. To her surprise, she was already close. In the back of her mind, the voice of reason persisted and reminded Caitlyn of where she was: her car, in a semi-full parking lot, without tinted windows.

She needed to hurry the fuck up.

Diving back into her darker thoughts, Caitlyn envisioned Alice holding her down on the desk, straddling her hips. They were still clothed, but Alice was pinching her aching nipples and leaning her face over Caitlyn's. Expecting a kiss, Caitlyn parted her lips to welcome Alice's tongue, but instead, Caitlyn was graced with Alice's warm saliva sliding into her mouth.

Caitlyn came at the thought, arching her back as she drenched her underwear. The part of her that was still on guard caused Caitlyn to keep her eyes open for onlookers. Across the parking lot, a group of students headed to a car. They were far, but they had the ability to see her with a turn of their heads. The risk of being seen sent an intense deluge of pleasure over her entire being and she came again, barely holding back her cries this time.

No one else passed as she felt her heart rate slow again. Her panties were so wet that she resolved to remove them entirely and put her jeans back on.

All this because she took my bra.

As she started her car, she reveled in that amazing, terrifying feeling of wondering what Miss Georgia would do next.