EroticReverie

Remy

I'm sitting in the lecture hall, with only a few minutes before the Women's Studies class starts and can't help but fidget a bit, chewing on the end of my pen as I sit back in my seat, kicking my feet up on the back of the empty table that runs along the back of the chairs in  in front of me, trying to convince myself I'm not at all wondering about whether or not Lola is coming to class today. 

She's usually here by now, she's always here before me and the fact that she's not, has me worried. I hadn't talked to her after she left last night, or this morning. Not that I usually talked to her in the mornings before class, but I didn't know if she was freaking out, or regretting last night. Even if she wasn't, why was my fucking foot so restless shaking back and forth. I concentrated on stopping it, taking a few seconds before I calmed it. 

I look down at the rips in my black skinny jeans and reach down, plucking at a piece of frayed thread and twirl it , rolling it between my fingers and thinking about how I can still fucking taste Lola on my fucking tongue. Surely her flavor wasn't still fucking there , but god damn, if I thought about her taste, the memory of it flooded my fucking mouth , making me salivate. This was no good, I could not be fidgeting over her, could not be thinking about her fucking pussy and how bad I needed to have my mouth all over it again, licking her insides, sucking that perfect fucking clit and..

"hey, sorry i'm late" her voice makes me jump as it snaps me from my panty wetting reverie, but she dosent notice as she sets down her bag on the floor and then sits in the seat next to me. 

Fuck. I could smell her shampoo, her perfume. Smell her sweet fucking candy flavored lip gloss she always wore on those plump fucking lips of hers. I wanted to audibly groan when I looked at the dress she was wearing today. 

It didn't matter that she had white cardigan with little pearl buttons covering up that fantastic rack of hers cause my eyes were on the way the bottom half of the dress she was wearing slipped up her delectable thighs. My teeth clenching together as I imagine biting into them. 

"Thought you got lost." I manage to remember to fucking say something as my pussy drools for the way she wiggles in her seat and straightens her dress and pulls down the hem and then lifts one leg, crossing is over the other.

God damnit. Did I make a huge fucking mistake? yes. yes I did. I was drunk on this fucking girl. And I couldnt do a damn thing about it, because she was too fucking sweet, and I couldnt fucking do that to her. Drag her to my little perverted dungeon, or fuck her sweet little pussy with my tongue every night, cause she'd become attached. Fuck. I would become attached. I clearly was already a fiend for her. Clearly, I was a fucking idiot for having my Madame ego, and telling her I could help her explore her sexuality. 

"god, it's so hot today" she says, keeping her voice down as the professor walks in the door down at the front of the room. 

She fans herself and I try to keep my eyes forward, but they veer off to the movement of her hands as she unbuttons her cardigan and exhales as she shimmies in her seat, pulling it off, and I want to audibly groan at the way that dress fits her tits, they're pressed so fucking nice and pretty in that god damn floral dun dress, the thin straps of the dress,  doing a hell of a job holding them up. 

God, I wish she'd just take them out and let me stare at them for the next hour and half. 

"Rem?" she asks and I notice I'm staring at her rack like a fucking dude as I lift my eyes and she bites her lips together, not calling me out as she hides a little smile. 

"I asked if you wanted to get lunch after class" she whispers. 

"Oh...uh huh, yeah, sure." I answer and the corner of her lip quirks and I about die when her teeth pinch a piece of her lip between them.

"Okay, good, do you want to try that little cafe that opened up with the used book store in back?" she asks , shoving her cardigan on the chair behind her. 

"Yeah, that's fine." I say and clear my throat and look ahead.

"kay, good" she says and wiggles in her seat and pulls out her lap top, setting it on the long desk in front of us and opening it up. 

I spend the next ninety minutes fighting off the urge to reach over and grab ahold of her thigh and just fucking hold onto it. I just wanted to fucking touch her and it was killing me. If she was someone else, I'd just go for it. But i'd told her what we did in the dungeon room, couldnt leave the room. That when we werent in there, things were just as normal. We couldnt be ..a thing. Whether it be a relationship thing, or a sex thing. Feelings. No feelings were allowed, and here I was, now more worried about myself catching them, than I was her. 

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As we walked off campus, Lola was talking about the class, telling me her opinions, and I just listened. I loved listening to her talk. About anything. Even before last night, I was just mesmerized by her. Everything about her. She was so fucking cute, always smiling as she talked, unless she was getting worked up about something, like she was now, about a debate that was had in class. Waving her hands around as she talks, wagging her finger in the air at nobody as she makes her point, that she was too non confrontational to voice in class. I smile as I watch the ground as we walk. 

She keeps going, even as we enter the cafe, and I  watch as people at the tables listen to her, watch as they look her. Everyone always looked at Lola. It was hard not to. She was like a fucking little ray of sunshine, even when her cheeks were getting pink from getting so worked up over her opinion as they were right now. 

"Take a breath Little Lamb" I say, and her mouth pauses, and my eyes widen slightly. 

"Shit...I mean..Lola" I say shaking my head, wanting to rewind, and not let my little nickname for her last night slip out of my fucking mouth. 

She shuts her mouth. 

I don't look at her as we sit down at a table, she sets her stuff down, and I set down mine. 

I watch as she places her hands on the table, and I look up at her, her big brown eyes on me.

"You can still call me that....you know...outside of..." she shrugs. "If you want. I don't mind." she says softly. 

I shake my head. 

"It slipped. Sorry." I say and she chews her lip and then nods and looks to the side, grabbing the little menus and slipping one over to me. 

I open it and pretend to read, but I can't focus or take in a single fucking word that Im reading. After a few minutes she sets hers down.

"When should we talk about last night?" she asks and I look up, dropping the menu from my hands and she looks at it and then back up at me. 

"I mean...I know what happens there..stays there and all..but...when is it okay to talk about coming again?" she asks. 

I swallow. "I can uh...." I sit up and shrug.

"I can see if one of the other madames is available if you want, i'm just, really booked." I lie. 

I was booked, but I could make time. I made my own fucking schedule. 

she shakes her head. 

"No. I don't...I don't want anyone else to...it's fine." she says and looks down, her finger tracing the edge of the menu. 

"I just......just let me know if you have an opening I guess." she says and bites her lip without looking up at me. 

"yeah, sure." I say and clear my throat. 

Awkward seconds pass as then she huffs and I look up and she meets my eyes. 

"Was I bad?" she asks and my head goes back slightly. 

"What?" I ask.

"Last night..I mean ..is that why you don't want me to come there again?" she asks and her cheeks blush as if she's embarassed to ask. 

"Lola..no." I shake my head. "God, no." I say, not wanting her to think that it was at all bad. 

"That's not it..trust me." I say.

"Then...okay...but you have to explain what it is then..cause you were all about showing me this other side of myself...so eager to get me to agree, and I do...and it...it's so amazing...and then now..you just...just are acting so stand offish today...and you barely look at me at all today in class...and even now...and I just...I feel like I did something wrong." she says in frustration and the little crack in her voice guts me. She's not about to cry or anything, but I can tell she's fucking stressing over this , and feels insecure about last night now that I'm acting like a fucking fool. 

"Lola." I say her name as she looks away. 

"Lola.." I say and she shakes her head. 

"It's fine. Just..forget it. Let's order. I won't bring it up again." she says as she gets up from the table and smooths her dress to go walk to the counter to order. 

"Little lamb" I say reaching out grabbing her wrist and she stops, her dress twirling lightly as she spins back to me and looks down at my hand and I stand. 

She blinks those pretty lashes of hers as she looks at me. 

I look around as people sit there eating their food, a few people looking at us, and I look back at her. 

"Come with me for a minute." I say and nod towards the back of the cafe where the back leads into a used book store. I slip my hand from her wrist, down, and hold her hand as I walk us through the entrance to the back, looking around. There's not really anyone back here it seems, so I pull her further to the back, looking down the rows, until I get all the way to the back and pull her down a long row of books, were the shelves are so high it blocks out some of the light, making the corner darker. 

"What are you doing?" she asks as I stop and turn and look at her. 

"Fuck Lola" I shake my head and then lift my hands place them on the shelf behind her and she backs up into it , looking at me. 

"do you know why I havent looked at you today?" I ask her and she shakes her head, and swallows hard. 

"Because the longer I look at you, that harder it is to keep my fucking hands off you." I say as I look down at her breasts, down at her pretty little fucking dress and those legs, and those innocent flat ballerina style flats she's wearing. 

"what?" she asks. 

"You heard me Little Lamb" I look back up at her. 

"I might not have been looking about you, but trust me Little Lamb, ever since you walked out of that room last night...you are the only thing that's been on my mind...because that is how fucking amazing you were last night." I tell her and her breath hitches.

"And i cant look at you, without thinking about you naked, or this fucking face and what it looks like when I make you cum." I whisper and her chest raises as she inhales.

"Remy" she whispers my name.

"It's Mistress." I groan as I press against her and she nods.

"Mistress" she whispers and I exhale a curse.

"Give me permission to make you cum Little Lamb" I say and her eyes widen and she nods. 

"y-yes" her breath shakes.

"I consent." she says with a nod, consenting just as she did when she came to the dungeon. 

"fuck Little Lamb" I groan and lean in and brush my cheek to hers. 

"You're so fucking precious" I whisper and she whimpers softly and reaches to touch me and I grab her hands. 

"Hands to yourself Little Lamb, turn around." I instruct and she pants, spinning in place and I grab her hands and place them on a shelf above her, leaving her arms stretched upward. 

"Don't move....don't make a sound..." I whisper in her ear and she nods. 

"You get too loud, I stop. and it ends." I tell her and she nods.

"Yes Mistress" she exhales and I groan hearing her use the title. 

"good Lamb" I say as I take my hand and smooth her hair .

"You're making me break my rules Little Lamb.." I tell her as I lift the side of her dress slowly and she trembles, her legs already shaking with anticipation.

"I'm sorry Mistress" she whispers. 

"mmm, I dont think you are." I whisper and I internally curse at the naughty little red thong she has on. 

"Little Lamb...what's this?" I ask plucking the string at her hip.

"a..a thong." she answers. 

"Good girls don't wear thongs Little Lamb....only naughty little lambs wear thongs....did you wake up this morning, intending to be a naughty girl for me Lola?" I ask and she whimpers. 

"Yes" she answers. 

"Mmmm" I hum near her ear. 

"That makes my pussy wet Little Lamb" I whisper and she gasps softly. 

"Is yours wet too?" I ask and she nods. I moan in her ear.

"How wet is it little lamb?" I ask quietly as I stroke her thigh, my other hand has her dress still bunched at her hip on the other side. 

"It's so wet Mistress" she whimpers. 

I grit my teeth, unable to stand how fucking much she was driving me crazy. 

"Should I take this little thong off and put a finger in my Little Lamb's wet cunt?" I ask and she gasps and exhales and nods.

"Yes, please" she answers. 

"Please what?" I growl quietly in her ear as I begin pushing down her thong. 

"Y-yes, Mistress"