Kat house

Amy and I had been going out for a couple of months know. I had no problem about being gay, though it was kind of unnerving how people stared when we held hands. Yes I’m gay I love girls, always have, and always will. 

Unfortunately Amy and I went to different schools. I went to a private academy and she went to a public school. We had met at the MET, and had become good friends after that. I had only just come to the conclusion that I was gay. It had only seemed like a normal friendship and had suspected that I was falling in love with her. But I hadn’t really been sure until that day in the forest.

I had invited her to go camping with me and my parents up north for a week. We had been wandering most of the day all by ourselves occasionally meeting other hikers. Stopping for lunch we had sat down on a rotten log to eat. But instead I found Amy taking my hand in hers and starring into my eyes. I hadn’t really known what happened next. Who made their move first, maybe we moved at the same time. But next thing I know we’re kissing each other and we fall back off the log onto the path. I had wanted her so badly that I had fully intended to take her right there and I would have if not for the pair of hikers that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. From then on I had spent almost every waking moment I could with her.

I really didn’t see why people thought being gay was so wrong. It seemed so natural to me; in fact I couldn’t really picture being in love with a man. But still we had to be careful. Homosexuals weren’t very popular among public, and I would have been expelled if the school knew I was gay. Oddly enough two of the teachers at my school were gay and lovers. They also lived together; I really found it odd that the highschool didn’t notice that they had the same address. 

I was a straight A student and I had set my sights on trinity college in Dublin. My parents wanted me to go to Harvard but I had no intentions of doing so. My parents also wanted me to be a lawyer; I wanted to be a theologist. Amy was hoping to get into trinity as well. She said that even if she didn’t she would move to Dublin with me and attend a local college. We loved each other too much to be separated by something like school. 

I jerked awake as the phone screeched into my ear from right next to my head. I sleepily picked myself up and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I inquired sleepily

"Hi, is this Susan? Good. Susan listen, this is Ms. Smith, you know from school and I was going away for spring break so I was wondering if you would be willing to watch our house while me and Alison are gone and feed the cats. Please oh please would you we haven’t been able to find anyone else." Said the voice of my teacher from the other end of the receiver. Was I hearing this right? Amy and me could have a house to ourselves for the whole break in exchange for feeding the cats. I grinned and said yes, any ways I loved cats, not as much as I loved Amy, but still a lot.

I smiled at the thought of having a house all to ourselves; Ms. Smith and Ms. Baxter were going to Hawaii for spring break. Almost the whole school knew that. Of course neither Ms. Smith nor Ms. Baxter knew that I was gay. I made the arrangements, and asked if I could stay in the extra bedroom for the break. You know just a kind of get away from home, I heard her talking to Ms. Baxter (Alison) for a second and then she agreed. But they made me promise, no parties, and the house had to be in good shape when they got back. I knew that I should do what they said if I cared about my grades. 

Once I was off the phone with Ms. Smith I called Amy. After about five rings I was starting to wonder if she was home. She had to be, I vaguely remember tucking her into her bed last night, kissing her goodnight and going home. Luckily we only lived a five-minute walk either way away from each other. I was just about to hang up when I heard the someone on the other end of the line picked up the phone.

"Susan’s girl, how may I please you my lady?" she said professionally, I laughed at her feeble attempt to joke, after waking up. One thing I loved about Amy was that just about everything she said she somehow managed to turn into a joke, or at least make me laugh. I thanked the gods for caller ID and hoped that she wasn’t answering the phone like that to everybody else. 
"Amy dear, I have a question. How would you like to have a house of our own over spring break? All to ourselves, no one around. So babe how about it?" I said huskily, I heard her pause and could imagine the look on my lover’s face.

"Oh gosh Susan, are you serious?" she said quietly, her voice brimming with excitement. "All to ourselves? Just you and me? The whole break? Susan, I… I don’t know what to say I mean uh yes. Yes!
 Dear gods yes! I love you babe I love you! I could kiss you right know, if I could reach you. I cant wait, who’s house is it babe?" 
"Guess. It’s a couple we know very well, they have a lot of power over us, and they’re both women" I said slyly.
"Oh gosh, Susan, Smith and Baxter? Gosh Susan, I mean what’s the catch, you didn’t dare fuck our teachers to get this?" she said suddenly suspicious. I burst out laughing.
"No babe, I didn’t have to fuck them, and trust me I wouldn’t unless you told me too and I hope you don’t, Baxter is nearly fifty! Yuck!" I said. 
"Hey remember, the longer you do something, the better you get at it, well actually I guess in this case its someone not something." she said and we both laughed. 
"Susan?" she said, suddenly very serious.
"What?" I said, slightly worried.

"Susan, I want you to come over here now, right now!" she said and hung up the phone. I leaped off the bed and started frantically getting dressed, what could be wrong. I tried to call Amy back but there was no answer. Shit, I hoped nothing had happened. I grabbed my purse, and ran out of the house. I locked my front door and dashed to the car. I got in and turned on the ignition. I pulled out of the driveway and sped off towards Amy’s house. About a minute later I screeched to a stop outside of her house, I leaped out of the car and dashed to the door. When I got there I saw that the door was ajar. I gently pushed the door open, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was pitch black inside the house all the curtains were drawn and the lights were off. I reached into my purse and pulled out the small flashlight I always kept with me. I turned it on and shone the beam around. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind me. I whipped around, but I could see no one. 

"Amy?" I said. Suddenly I found myself on the floor, someone on top of me, my flashlight skittered away across the floor, and it came to a stop illuminating the wall.

"Don’t move," said a feminine voice, I felt something cold pressed against my cheek. It felt like the blade of a knife. I gulped. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled up. "Walk!" the voice, said forcefully. I did, she led me with gentle nudges. I was afraid, whatever happened I just hoped Amy was OK. Suddenly she stopped me and told me to turn around. I did, and suddenly I felt hands on my breasts. I felt myself pushed back and I fell onto a bed. I gulped, oh shit, please don’t rape me! Suddenly she was on top of me. I felt my hands pressed down, and then tied to the bedpost, she pulled my shirt off first. Once she had done that, she pulled my pants off. Then secured my legs to the bedpost. I was trembling with fright now. the I felt her placing something over my face, it was a blindfold. Then she was off of me, I could hear her moving around, every couple of seconds there was an odd scratching sound. The noise sounded familiar, were had I heard it before. Matches, I realized suddenly that it was someone striking matches again and again. matches? What the fuck?

I suddenly felt a hand run gently along the inside of my legs. I shuddered the hand continues up to my crotch, I felt her gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. then her hand continued up past my breasts. then suddenly the blindfold was pulled off. I nearly fainted when I saw who was standing above me. it was Amy, she was wearing a pair of blood red lacy underwear and was staring down at me grinning. I sighed with relief. Damn you amy, she had been acting all her life, and was really good at it. 

"surprised? Susan dear" she asked sitting down between my legs. "Susan, I want to thank you so much for the house. In fact I want to thank you so much that I’m going to fuck you unconscious." My eyes widened, I realized that she was serious. She had only said that once before and my pussy had been sore for nearly a week after that. I was really screwed now, literally and figuratively. I had no way of stopping her, or getting away. She smiled at me and gently stroked my thighs. 

I watched as she slowly pulled my panties off, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. She finally broke our gaze and bent her head down between my legs. I felt her hot breathe on my pussy and shuddered. She smiled up at me and then slid a finger into my soaking pussy, then another and another, till my pussy was stretched and she had nearly her whole hand inside me. I was panting and moaning as she began rapidly finger fucking me. soon I was trembling as my impending orgasm bore down on me. suddenly she took my clit between her lips and began sucking on it, using her tongue on the tip. I yelped out as the waves of pleasure washed over me. she didn’t stop even after my orgasm had faded, though I hadnt really expected her to. She kept up the same routine until two more orgasms had tore their way through me, then she pulled her fingers out of me and licked them off. 

She smiled up at me and told me that I tasted better and better every time. Suddenly her tongue was inside me, exploring every inch of my pussy and soon I was screaming out my pleasure. I felt my pussy spasm and clamp around her invading tongue as another orgasm racked my ravaged body. Eventually I had lost count of my orgasms, somewhere after the seventh I think. I was lost, drowning blindly in a sea of excruciating pleasure, then there was nothing. Everything went black and I was sucked down into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.