Bedding the babysitter - S01 E59

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

Ashley burst out laughing, "That's funny." She kissed me quickly and said, "Meet me at our table at lunch."

"The cheerleader's table?" questioned, fearful of Karen's reaction if she learned what we had just done to Sabrina.

"Of course," she winked and headed to her class as I reluctantly headed to mine.

An hour later, trepidation filling me, I headed for lunch. As I walked towards the table I saw that Sabrina was already there and sitting with Karen. A chill went up my spine, nervous of what may transpire, but realizing we were in the cafeteria, I realized that there would be no confrontation Karen's reputation was everything.

I sat down, glimpsing at Sabrina who was unnaturally quiet. Ashley joined a moment later and with other cheerleaders joining us too we actually discussed adding a new number to our routine.

Lunch ending, only Ashley, Sabrina, Karen and I still sat at the table, Ashley said, "Karen we need to talk."

"Talk away," Karen said, although she was typing on her phone and not really listening. I noticed Sabrina, still unnaturally quiet, look up with curiosity.

"Look at me, Karen," Ashley demanded, her tone again firm.

Karen looked up, clearly surprised by the usually quiet Ashley speaking with such authority. "Yesssssss?" she questioned.

"Jenny and I are an item," Ashley announced.

"So I read about on twitter," she shrugged, showing us the tweet.

Ashley and Jenny are dykes.

I stared at the words....dykes such a crude term for something I felt was beautiful.

"Coach is going to be pissed," Karen said disapprovingly.

Ashley ignored the condescending tone and continued, "And Jenny is no longer your submissive."

"Is that so?" Karen said, still not taking Ashley seriously.

"Yes," Ashely replied.

"Jenny, what do you have to say about this?" Karen asked.

Ashley took my hand under the table, giving me the strength I needed. "Karen, I am so thankful for all you have done for me, but I," I paused, before saying, "Tove Ashley."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Karen asked, before adding, turning to look directly at me, "I have no problem with you two being a couple, but Jenny, you're still my pet"

Ashley interjected, "No, she isn't."

"I wasn't asking you, wallflower," Karen dismissed Ashley, her eyes still locked on me.

I felt completely overwhelmed. Karen was my first crush and had opened so many doors for me at school, and assisted in helping me find my true sexuality, opened up my submissive side and even created a sultry side I didn't know existed...ironically, I was the wallflower before Karen transformed me into a popular cheerleader in only a couple of days (In essence a lesbian version of an 80s movie). Yet, conversely, Ashley had opened up a much deeper, sweet side of me...allowing me to be comfortable in my sexuality and begin a relationship as equals. I went with my heart, "I'm with Ashley."

Karen stood up. "We will deal with this later," she said, implying the conversation wasn't done.

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley countered, although her dripping sarcasm made it clear she was mocking Karen.

Karen, glaring at Ashley, threatened, "You shouldn't fuck with me, Ashley"

Ashley wasn't fazed by Karen's glare that seemed to always work, Instead quipping, "No, no, no, I'd rather fuck you."

"This isn't over," Karen warned, before adding "Let's go, Sabrina."

Ashley shot back, as Sabrina stood up like the follower she was, "Plus, don't you already have your own pet?"

Sabrina snapped back, "Fuck you!"

"I already did," Ashley shot back, the true meaning unknown to Karen.

Once they were gone, I said, "Holy shit, I thought Karen was going to explode!"

"I'm used to her eruptions," Ashley shrugged, before smiling. "although I really like your eruptions better."

"You're soooo bad," I smiled back.

"And yet, soooo good," she retorted as the bell rang.

Feeling confident in our relationship and no longer caring about what others thought, I leaned in and kissed her.

"Meet you after school?" I asked.

"There is no way I am letting you go to Governor Green's alone," she smiled.

"Are you getting jealous?" I teased.

"From now on, we do everything together," she answered back, kissing me again.

"Hmmmm, like that." said, feeling all warm inside.

"Plus, I still owe you one," she smiled.

"One what?" I asked, confused.

"An orgasm, silly," she winked, "we were so rudely interrupted by my parents.

I laughed, "Darn parents."

We went our separate ways and I was on cloud nine until English class, when I had to see both Karen and Miss Morgan. I wasn't overly nervous about seeing Miss Morgan, she wasn't going to tell anyone, but Karen, after our earlier confrontation, was a wild card.

When I got to class Karen pointed to a seat in front of her. Reluctantly, not as strong on my own as I was with Ashley, I sat where she told me to.

"I am very disappointed with you, Karen whispered.

A chill went up my spine at her tone, but remained silent.

"I want you to go up to Miss Morgan right now and tell her you want to eat her pussy after school today," she continued.

My face paled. If Ashley was here, she would stand up for me. Yet, on my own I didn't have the internal strength she did. I stammered, "1-1-1 can't do t-t-that."

"Now!" she ordered, "before the rest of the class shows up."

"Please," I pleaded, turning around.

"Now, or I will reveal your relationship with her to the class," she threatened.

Sensing her threatening tone, I stood up and, with immense trepidation, went to Miss Morgan who smiled at me as I approached. Reaching her, I whispered, "I'm so sorry to say this Miss Morgan, but Karen is blackmailing me."

Miss Morgan looked up at Karen as her face went white too.

I continued as students continued filing in, "After school today, I am supposed to eat your pussy in your classroom."

"Oh, God!" she gasped.

"Sorry, Miss Morgan, she is punishing me for my disobedience," I explained.

"Go sit down, Jenny," she instructed, clearly stressed out by my words.

"Yes, Miss Morgan," I nodded, feeling bad for pulling her into my roller coaster ride of love and submission.

Returning to my seat, Karen purred, "Good pet."

My face burning red, I stared straight ahead and prayed she would leave me alone for the rest of the class...which thankfully she did.

Miss Morgan, impressively, was able to push away the after school situation and potential of being outed, as she introduced us to Hamlet and we began reading Act 1.

The bell rang and Karen ordered, "Stay, puppy."

The condescending words flustered me, it was obvious she was trying to re-establish that she was the domme in the relationship.