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Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

"B.... Brother...? "Angela whispered, and in her mind a spark of recognition went off. 'Off course. That's why she knows me. That's why she knows about my life. John has told her.' Angela thought. Angela tried to hide her surprise, not knowing how to react. All things suddenly feel into place. But why had John never told her about his sister. And why had he told his sister about her. And... And...
'

'They had been messing with her head? oh no... she's a mental patient....' suddenly screamed in Angela's mind. 'A mental agent, and you are responding to her flirts... See Angela, you're really getting yourself into more and bigger problems then you can ever handle...' she thought. Though it was impossible to hide her shock. She still squeezed Jessica's hand, and didn't pull her legs away when Jessica's hand went up under her skirt.

Somehow, this girl seemed to be hitting just the right snares. Making the right remarks, to make Angela drop her defensive attitude. Was it the sweet words, was it the gestures, or was it the ease and dominance with which she handled Angela? Angela didn't even notice her guard went down.

"W...Will Y...You please help me..." Angela softly asked Jessica, forgetting they were in a public establishment, and the waitress just walking by their table, looking at her with a disrespectful look. "I... I... can't... take it anymore..." Angela continued. "E...Even Xianna... is treating me bad now that J... John wants us b...both as his girl..."

Angela kept quiet for a while, while she cleared her throat, and sighed deeply, then looking up at Jessica, she said "I... I... need you to help me... I... I... will do anything... j... just to be a llll...little stronger..."

Angela sighed again, as she finally had dared to ask anyone to help her. She knew she needed help badly, things were going from bad to worse over the last weeks. And had she always had Xianna to at least respect her a little. Now that seemed to have gone too.

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Snowflaik looked back once while she ran to the doors. She saw Xianna follow at a fair distance, and waved at her to urge her to hurry. As Snowflaik flew in through the doors, she waited holding the door for Xianna, but when she didn't show up soon enough, She took a peek outside, and saw John talking to Xianna. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she saw the change in attitude of Xianna. From a distance, she saw the feverish smoothing of her skirt, and the brushing hand through her hair. "Oh God Xianna, now you just look so much like your pathetic mum. We really have to do something about that" Snowflaik thought as she watched for a few moments longer.

Then she decided to just go to her class. She couldn't afford being too late, and getting sent away. It would definitely mean they would call her mum again, and who knows what other problems she would get in.
 
The curious look of the waitress was met by a wordless response from Jessica. Though she said nothing, its meaning was obvious.

Do your fucking job and mind your own business, it said. Or you'll regret you were ever born.

It was a pity that Angela's attention was entirely fixed upon Jessica, or she might have found both comfort and amusement that she was not the only woman in the world capable of being reduced to trembling helplessness in the face of a stronger woman's anger. The waitress' face went white and she hastily backed away, shaking, stammering out a desperate apology, her mouth working soundlessly, unable, in her emotional state, to form words!

"I know, sweet Angie," Jessica soothed, turning back to the redhead. "I know how it is. We've both stood alone a long time, haven't we? You, with your being afraid, not being able to defend yourself, and me with my demons from inside." She laughed, noticing that the previously arrogant waitress, who had started needlessly arranging the displays on the counter, dropped a tip-tin with nerveless fingers, sending it clattering to the floor. "Yeah, I know your daughter's lost respect for you. I know all what's been going on, my love. I guess it must be hard for you to keep your self-confidence, with other women browbeating you and bullying you, and in front of Xianna. A girl should look up to her mother as a hero, and I guess you can't keep that up any more, after the things that have been done to you."

It worried Jessica just how easy Angela was to manipulate. If she really had been cruel, and predatory, this pretty but weak redhead was a natural victim, more so than any other person she had ever encountered. There was obvious self-hatred there, and having to back down even to adolescent children, and being bullied by her own daughter was, equally obviously, the final straw for her self-esteem.

It was not going to be easy to protect this one, she knew. It came to her that perhaps she now knew just why John had agreed so readily, when she'd phoned him, to back off from Angela and stick to a girl his own age. Rather than make even a token protest, he'd gone right along with the deal. Protecting someone as weak as poor Angela was obviously a full-time job!

"You don't have to be nervous, honey," she went on, sensing the older woman's tenseness. "Sure, I know it's unusual, you being a few years older than me, and... well, OK, me being in control. But that's the way these things pan out sometimes, see? I've been... I've been looking after myself a long time. Sometimes John's been able to guard my back but at... at that place... I was on my own. You learn how to fight in situations like that. Whereas you... "

She sighed, sadly.

"You, poor beautiful one, have only ever learned how to be afraid."

She drained her coffee. "Come on. Let's take a walk. Back to your place. I'm sick of being stared at by these wage-slaves!"

*****

Xianna had not seen Snowflaik all morning, and felt alone and helpless. John had asked to see her at break, and though (in theory) they were equals, and she had no need to be afraid, in many ways it felt like being asked to see the headmistress. She knew he called all the shots, that her only chance of keeping him around was by keeping him happy. Had she done something wrong? Was she about to be demoted to number 2 girl, supplanted by her mother? Did John want to call the thing off altogether?

She'd have done anything to be able to get some advice for Snowflaik, but they did not meet until she made the rendezvous with John.

And then, what he said made all her fears melt away. Not, as she's worried, that she was to be supplanted by Angela, nor that he wanted to stop it altogether. No, this was the news she could only have dreamed about. He'd decided that having two girlfriends wasn't fair on either. That from now on, it would be her and him, and Angela was out of the picture.

She fell into his arms, raining kisses upon him, and it was nearly time for break to end when, as they walked arm in arm back to class, she broached the subject:

"John, babe, what kind of tatt would look best on me? Want one with your name?"
 
Angela saw Jessica get up, and followed her example. As Angela stood at the cash register, fumbling through her bag, trying to look for her purse, she felt turning red when she couldn't find it quick enough. Rummaging through her bag, she sighed with relief when she finally found it. Still bright red, she took out some cash, and put it on the counter. The waitress looked straight at her, shaking her head and clearly showing Angela she thought she was a pervert, for being with a girl of Jessica's age. It made Angela turn even redder again, and she felt warm and uncomfortable, as she realized it really had too look strange, an older woman like herself, with a girl who could have been her daughter.

"I uhm... she... uhm... it's not what you think..." Angela tried to explain to the waitress, looking around nervously to find Jessica.

Angela felt nervous, when she couldn't immediately find her. "Oh god Angela, see, you're too easy... You got fooled again, and probably everybody is enjoying themselves at your expense again." Angela could already hear the laughter behind her, and could only imagine the faces of people mocking her behind her back. She turned around, and fully in panic, screamed "Couldn't you people at least have waited until I was outside?" Angela was so very upset, that for the first time in her life, she had managed to say a full sentence to other people, without stuttering even once.

She was bright red, and shaking heavily, still unaware of her own mistake. Now people were looking at her alright, but not because of her being with a younger girl. They were all turning their heads and whispering to each other about the woman who seemed to have gone mad at the counter. Angela didn't even bother to look at the bills she threw on the counter, but just threw almost the complete contents of her purse on the counter, and brushed outside as fast as she could. Not even paying attention to Jessica, who stood in her way, and she just brushed right past her.

Angela was almost running out the door. She just wanted to get away from the laughing people who were making fun of her. She forgot all about the company she was with. She had been concentrating on Jessica so much, and when she had lost her out of sight, she had just gotten into panic. and was now standing around the corner from the coffee shop, in a dark alley, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath.

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Snowflaik had gotten in her classroom just in time. Mrs. Williams, had looked at her watch when Snowflaik had burst into the classroom. But thank God, she had not said a word to Snowflaik. She had just shook her head in disapproval.

Snowflaik didn't get much of the math exercises Mrs. Williams gave them. She was too busy, thinking about her tat... Looking forward to it very much even. And now, she was going to be able to use this scared woman to approve it. That would be even easier then letting her friends sign. When class was just about finished, and recess was close, Mr. Hopkinns had come to the classroom, and he had directed his attention straight to Snowflaik, without even considering to excuse himself for interrupting the class.

"Miss Leary," He had said. "I want you in my office in 10 minutes!"

It had made Snowflaik very nervous. "What have I done this time!?" Snowflaik wondered, as she was walking the stairs up to Mr Hopkins' room. Where she had expected to talk to Xianna more during recess, and maybe even talk to John to clear things up between them, she was now walking up the stairs, with lead in her shoes. Dreading what she was going to be told. Afraid as she was of being expelled from school. It would most certainly mean they were going to take her away from mum, and probably she'd end up with some dorky family far away from her friends and that really was the last thing she wanted.

Snowflaik finally arrived at the door to Mr. Hopkins room. She knocked on the door, and Mr. Hopkins heavy voice sounded as he called her in.

When Snowflaik opened the door, she saw Mr. Hopkins gesture to her to come in. He was standing at the windows, together with another man, a little taller and a little older then Mr. Hopkins. The man was wearing a suit, but not one like the people from the child services usually wore. This suit looked expensive. The man looked like he had money.... plenty of money....

"Miss Leary, please come here, I need to introduce you to one of our most generous supporters. He asked specifically to see you, so that's why I called you up here.

Snowflaik looked with hesitation at the man in the suit. She had never trusted men in suits. Her mum had told her they never brought anything good. And now she was supposed to smile and play the good girl just because Mr. Hopkins wanted her to...
 
There were many girls who might have been disconcerted at Angela's actions. They might have thought that perhaps, pretty as she was, a woman as neurotic as this was just too much trouble.

But Jessica merely smiled. To her, high-maintenance was... well, sexy!

The incident had brought home to her just how insecure Angela was. used to being mocked, tease, having jokes played on her, she had fully expected another one, to the extent that she didn't even think it worth checking to see where Jessica had actually gone. In fact, the younger girl had simply waited out of earshot, to avoid embarrassing Angela by the implication she could not even handle dealing with the waitresses herself.

She did take her time though, following the redhead for a few yards, though she could have called her name immediately. This was partly aesthetics - for Angie looked damn good, especially when she walked quickly - or tried to. The necessity to curl her feet to keep her shoes on, the way she more or less had to hold down her tight skirt to stop it riding up and showing the cuff of her spanx, and her general clumsiness meant that although she'd attempted to storm out angrily, in fact she had merely looked comical.

And then she ducked into an alley, her panic attack obviously rising. The way she was breathing was making her breasts jiggle in a very endearing fashion, and in general she looked even more vulnerable and i need of protection than usual. Jessica felt her nipples hardening at the very thought of just how helpless the redhead was.

She approached her from behind, draping her hands around Angela's body, embracing her. "Shh, lovely one," she whispered. "Jessica's here. I was waiting at the door, is all - you were too upset to notice me."

She turned her around, kissed her own finger tip and touched it to Angela's lips, and fixed the redhead's hair where it had become disarranged. She reached out and tugged down Angela's jacket, and smiled.

"There, darling, now you're perfect again. as well as beautiful. OK, I think it's back to your place, now.

*****

Xianna had walked all over school, looking for Snowflaik, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably, Xianna thought, off doing some of those things that she, Xianna, was not yet allowed to be part of, being on "friend-probation" as she was. Smoking drugs, or doing other bad things. She kicke dher heels impatiently, wishing the day had already ended. She was looking forward to showing Snowflaik how hard she was, being able to bully her own mother into signing the permission form - something even Snowflaik couldn't do! But the end of the day seemed a hundred years away...
 
Still out of breath, Angela looked up at Jessica. "I... I .... thought... I ... You... were " She stuttered, still trying to catch her breath, as she let herself be turned around by Jessica, but didn't dare to look at her. She was too ashamed of how much she had overreacted.

"Again, the girl's gestures seem to be so much more then just playing with me. It's almost as if she really wants to help me" Angela thought, as Jessica put her finger on her lips. She let Jessica put her hair straight, realizing how silly it must look, a young girl fixing an older woman's hair. An older woman who was blushing from shame, and who had just made a complete fool of herself in a coffee shop, because she couldn't find her purse, or the company she was with.

"I... I... 'm sorry..." Angela apologized softly, feeling the need to tell Jessica that she knew she had overreacted. "I... I hope... I didn't embarrass you..." Angela said shy, as she let Her hand brush against Jessica's hand, feeling the need to hold her hand, but not daring to just take her hand.

"Jesus Angela... what are you doing?" A voice inside Angela's head screamed. "Do you really think she still wants to hold hands with you?" the voice continued. "You're pathetic!"

Angela was scolding at herself in her mind, for liking Jessica too much. "Nobody in their right mind will like you Angela... When is that going to get through that big skull of yours? Why else would John have dumped you like this? It's probably written on your forehead too. P A T H E T I C That 's what you are Angela." She was talking herself into a depression as deep as she had once been, then it had been Xianna who had pulled her out. Even being only 2 years old, Xianna had been so strong, and loving, she had pulled Angela out of the depressed state she had been in. And now, with all events happening, she was close to it again...

"Pl...Please... Jessica... Please... help me... I... I... I'm... such a loser..." She practically begged, as she dropped to her knees. Crying her heart out, scared as hell...

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"Please Miss Leary... Have a seat." The suited Gentleman said as he gestured Snowflaik to sit on the leather couch at the left side of the office. Snowflaik looked at the man, cautiously. She still didn't trust him, and was scared of being taken from home and dumped with a loser family.

As Snowflaik sat down, the man, sat down next to her. "Miss Leary, I need to have a word with you." He looked at Mr. Hopkins, and nodded his head towards the door, to urge Mr. Hopkins to leave. Which he did.

As soon as Mr. Hopkins was out the door, the man turned his attention to Snowflaik.

"Miss Leary, Snowflaik, right? Mind if I call you that?" He asked. But not waiting for an answer, he looked Snowflaik straight in her eyes, which gave Snowflaik a chill.

"I need to talk to you about one of your fellow students Miss Leary. I understand you know Miss Fox?" He asked.

Snowflaik nodded, but kept her mouth shut.

"Good, I like woman who know when to keep their mouth shut, Miss Leary. And I am glad you can manage that. Now back to business. I need you to keep me informed of all of Miss Fox' actions. That, and the actions of her pathetic mother as well." He continued. "Now before you object to this, or if you even think or consider lying to me about them, I must warn you, that I know you Miss Leary. I have chosen you with a reason. Your mother, and you. You are quite a couple. And believe me, with my influence, I can get either of you into plenty of trouble."

Snowflaik was looking up at the man in front of her. She had been right, he was scary, but he was so much worse then the people from the child services were. They could be intimidated. Now, she was being intimidated. By this man. Who was he anyway? She had never seen him before. But there was something in his face that she recognized. She just couldn't place it.
 
"Loser? Nah." Jessica said it in such a way that sounded as if she had genuinely weighed up Angela's suggestion, and come down in the negative, rather than just trying to be reassuring. "Now, spending half your life in a nut house - that's 'loser,' I guess. But only you're allowed to say it, you being my lover, and anyone else says it I carve my name on their stomach." She smiled, taking the scariness out of her words, and took Angela's hand. "And you, darling, you're far too pretty to be a loser." She gave another smile, and a wink. "A sweet little submissive babe, maybe, with the prettiest eyes I ever saw, and a stunning pair of legs. Not to mention that stunning ass of yours."

She let go of Angela's hand for a second, and ran her palm down the posterior in question. "Yeah, the sexiest ass I ever saw. Can you wonder I chose you, and I'm going to protect you?"

Jessica had noticed that during her rapid flight from the cafe, Angela's awful spanx had become bunched up and furrowed - in fact, they were plainly visible through the thin material of the redhead's skirt. No wonder those bitches in the cafe had been laughing at her. She took Angela's hand again and shepherded her back into the alley they had just left, turned her around, dived her hands up the older woman's skirt and tugged the legs of the spanx back into place. "There you are, sweetie. Don't want my girl looking all disheveled, do we?" Too late she wondered if dressing her had embarrassed Angela, then mentally shrugged. Unfortunately, it seemed, Angela spent most of her time trying to deal with one humiliation or other. At least this time, it was her girlfriend doing the dressing! "Er, if they get rucked up again, want me to tell you, or just fix them for you?" she asked, desperately trying to work out which might be the less embarrassing thing for her. "Er, like, you want me to wait out of sight if you need to, you know, adjust anything else?"
 
Angela looked at Jessica. She didn't see it, she couldn't see Jessica as a loser. "Y... You're not a loser... " Angela hesitantly said "Y... You're strong... p... p... pretty... a... and... sweet..." Angela couldn't really believe she just said that herself. But it was true. She saw Jessica as a strong powerful young woman. If anyone was certainly not a loser. It was her. "I... I... I'm not pretty... m...my ass is too big..." Only one word circled through Angela's mind though. "submissive.... am I submissive.... what is that.... am I... really" was all Angela could think.

Then, as Jessica touched her, pulled her back into the alley, she let her. And when Jessica adjusted her spanx, and said she was pretty, Angela ran her hand through her hair, and started pulling at the hem of her jacket, as she looked down shyly. She didn't dare object to Jessica fixing her spanx, didn't dare to say anything to make her stop. She knew she was right, she needed someone to protect her. And at that moment she wanted that someone to be Jessica.

Angela just nodded her head, when Jessica said HER girl shouldn't look disheveled. "God Angela, are you really admitting you're HER girl?" went through her mind. "Why did I just let her do that...? Nobody ever touches me like that." Angela just closed her eyes, deeply ashamed of her feelings and deeply ashamed of the young girl fixing her spanx for her. "Why am I so submissive to her... "

Angela didn't know what she wanted. It had felt good to be taken care of like that. But it was also embarrassing to have someone fix her spanx for her. But what was worse, getting someone to fix them for her, or having other people look at her for being such a mess. Still with her eyes closed, Angela shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know what was worse. All she really wanted right there and then, was gather herself together, and run off, run away as far as she could. But she couldn't she wanted to stay with this girl. So instead of running off, Angela did something really bold and unexpected and was extremely surprised at her own reaction. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed Jessica, full on her mouth. Just a quick kiss, but it completely brought herself into another streak of panic. "Ohhh... I... I... I didn't mean to do that..." Angela said a little to loud. "I... I... I'm so s...sorry... I... don't know why I did that..." Angela said as she tried to turn away, and run off. But she couldn't because Jessica was blocking her way.

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"Please Sir... I haven't done anything wrong..." Snowflaik objected.

"Miss Leary... shush... Let me explain to you what I need from you, and it will be worth your while. I promise you that." The man in the suit said.

"O... Okay..." Snowflaik hesitatingly answered.

"You see, You cannot tell Miss Fox about me. If she finds out before I think the time has come, I will cause you problems, if it is your fault or not. That does not matter to me. Like I said, I need you to keep me informed of Miss Fox' actions. And on top of that, I need you to look after Miss Fox. I know you have been bullying her immensely. That has to stop NOW. And you will make sure of that. Also, Mr. Hopkins, informed me that her pathetic mother cannot take care of her, which figures, because I know her well enough. Apparently, she has not changed a bit, and is still a scared being. Am I right?"

Snowflaik nodded at the question, while looking at her feet.

"I will not enlighten you with too much details. But my motives are true. And if things work out the way I want them to work out, it will mean you and your mother will not have any more problems. Not financially, and not with any government department. I just want you to look after her, and look out for her. Keep her safe" The man continued, as he put a finger under Snowflaik's chin, and pushed her head up, so she was looking at him. "Do you understand Miss Leary?"

"Uhhh Y... Yes Sir... I understand... But..." Snowflaik answered, but then the man cut her off, "No buts Miss Leary... No buts. Just do as your told, and it will all work out for the better." He said with a smile on his face. The smile caused a chill down Snowflaik's spine. She realized the man was not to be messed with.

"W.. What about John, Sir?" She asked hesitatingly.

"Don't mind him," The man said. "He won't cause any problems. I know his type. He gets off on scared and shy girls. It feels it gives him power. But as soon as she will get her self esteem up, he will have had enough, and leave. And if not... I will deal with him later. Your task Miss Leary, is far more important right now. Since YOU can help her get her self esteem back, and get her onto her feet. Something her pathetic excuse of a mother never has been able to do." The man concluded.

The man got up, and said "That's all Miss Leary. I have your phone number, and will call you soon, to see how things are going. For now, you can go back to your class."

Snowflaik slowly got up. She had a pretty good idea who the man was. But she wanted to know for sure. "Uhm Sir... Can I ask who you are?" she asked softly.

The man looked at Snowflaik, and after a few seconds said "Let's just say, I haven't been part of her life for a long time. But I have always kept an eye out for her. And with current events, found it is time for me to step in, and make sure she will become a stable and good woman. Unlike her mother. So yes, your assumption, which I can see in your eyes Miss Leary, is right. I am Xianna's father..."
 
Xianna was getting worried. She had heard through the school grapevine that Snowflaik had been called to the office. This could be, of course, something totally unconencted with her, in which case, all well and good. But could it be that people had seen them together, was going to warn her off... something along the lines of "Xianna's a good girl, we don't want you corrupting her." If that happened, all the benefits of having Sbowflaik as a friend would be gone. Xianna would be back to being bullied by everyone!

She fretted and worried all day, desperate to see SNowflaik and find out what it was all about.

*****

Jessica laughed out loud. Angel's kiss was not of the most confident, sexual kind, but for a woman like her, any kind of spontaneous display of affection as a huge effort, and Jessica appreciated it.

"Hey, don't apologise, lovely one," she laughed. "No need." She stroked her hair again. "Yes, darling, there's no doubt about it. You're a natural submissive. That means... oh, I guess it means a woman or girl who just sees herself as a natural... well, naturally inferior. Girls like that tend to take orders, and naturally assume the subservient position with anyone they encounter. I can see you're that type, my love. You let other women push you around, and you feel humiliated, but you just can't see any way to protect yourself. I know even kids yunger than your own daughter can bully you. You go through your life desperately trying to please people, so they won't torment you."

She kissed her full on the lips.

"But there's an upside to being a submissive, my lovely, scared one. Because, to me... submissives are SEXY!"
 
Angela didn't know how to respond. She was feeling so terribly confused at the moment. What the hell had come to her, kissing a girl in public. And not just a girl, but a girl so much younger then she herself was. She was looking down at her feet, didn't dare to look up, or even worse look around, afraid of the disapproving looks of the other people who had seen them kiss.

And now the girl had kissed her back, with a kiss that definitely was not a kiss a person would give to someone they like. It was a kiss showing affection, and sincerity. It had taken Angela completely off guard, and she knew she must have looked so silly, when Jessica had stopped the kiss, and Angela just stood there with her eyes closed and her lips pursed as if she was still being kissed.

Another deep red blush was on Angela's face. Though this time it wasn't just embarrassment, it was more then that. The girl had just called her sexy. That was a long long time ago since anyone had ever called her sexy. It was the major reason for the blush on her cheeks.

Still looking at her feet, Angela slowly moved her hand forward, and brushed it against Jessica's hand. She was looking for the nerve to take Jessica's hand into her own. But at the last moment, just after her hand brushed against Jessica's hand, she withdrew her hand, as if it was fully charged with electricity.

*****

Snowflaik didn't know what to think of it, when she left the headmaster's office. The suit had said he was Xianna's father. She could believe that, for sure. His eyes, and his nose were definitely giving it away. If he was not her father, he was related to Xianna in some other way. But damn... who would have thought Xianna's dad was one of those suits, and from the way he spoke, and the way he had threatened her, he was an influential suit for that matter.

Snowflaik did a lot of thinking during the day and she did her best to avoid bumping into Xianna. She had to think about what she was going to do first, then she would be able to face Xianna again. So the best option to avoid Xianna would be to spend the time between classes somewhere Xianna would never look for her. Well, that was not that difficult Snowflaik thought, and at break-time, the students working in the library, sure looked up when they saw Snowflaik Leary enter the Library. And not just enter, but of her own free will, and stay quiet and seemingly seriously in thoughts.
 
Jessica found the way that Angela was too shy to reach out and take her hand strangely affecting. And the way she was blushing at the compliments even more so. She would have expected it if it had been Angela's daughter, Xianna, who was carrying on this way, for she knew there were still some younger kids who lacked sexual confidence. But for an adult woman like Angela, and a mother at that, to be that way was...

She hadn't lied. It was sexy. It made her want to protect and comfort Angela, teach her, give her compliments. Make her realise that being a coward, and shy, could be attractive to a girl strong enough for both of them.

"Come here, darling," she said, softly, but in a tone knowing she was going to be obeyed. It struck her again just how helpless Angela was. She would do absolutely anything she was told. Obvously it had started out because she was too weak to defend herself, and she had become used to obeying others to avoid persecution. Then, it was obvious to Jessica, Angela's natural fear and submissiveness had just become a habit, so that she mroe or elss automatically obeyed anyone who spoke to her confidently enough.

Well, if someone had to emotionally enslave her, Jessica realised, it might as well be someone who would not hurt her.

It struck her how hard it must be to be like Angela. To be constantly having to back down to other women, even in front of her own daughter. To be treated with contempt even by young girls. Jessica could feel her nipples getting hard just at the thought of how helpless and in need of protection Angela was.

She reached out and tugged down the hem of the redhead's jacket - Jessica had to admit the way that Angela was forever having to adjust it to stop it bunching around her middle was amazingly sexy. As was the way Angela's hair was always flying everywhere, and the fact that her glasses kept slipping down her nose, so she had to keep pushing them back up, and that she was forced to wear the spanx to stop other women laughing at her bottom.

She darted out her hand and grabbed Angela's. She was far stronger than the older woman, and knew Angela could not escape. But that was not enough. This could only work, she knew, if Angela wanted to leave her hand there. Just forcing her to would put Jessica on the same level as all the other people who bullied Angela. And Jessica wanted more. Wanted to be more.

"Hey, honey, those lovely kisses of yours," she laughed. "How about another one, to be going on with, until I get you back to your place and rip those granny panties off you, hey?"
 
Angela looked up at Jessica in shock. What was that she just said? "R...r...rip my panties off?" Angela whispered barely audible. Angela was still coming to terms with the idea of needing the protection of this girl, and she had kissed her just to thank her... or... Angela's mind was a mess. Was she really just grateful for the girl protecting her, or was there more to it. Angela didn't know what to feel, let alone what to think. Surely the girl had made her feel at ease, had maybe even turned her on. The way she had scared off those two kids earlier, and the way she had told the waitress to mind her own business, showed Jessica was a strong woman. Much stronger then she herself was, or ever would be.

Could it be really true, that she felt attracted to another woman? Sure she felt something. Something she couldn't remember having felt this strong. Not even when she and John had been together, and they had almost gotten involved into a sexual act, before being interrupted by Xianna, she hadn't felt like this.

"I... I don't know..." Angela said while she turned her eyes up to look at Jessica. Which was the truth, or at least somewhat of the truth. She really didn't know, the initial kiss she had given had been on impulse. Where she not really the type to act on impulse. Every step had to be thought through, and caused an immense internal struggle.

Angela ran her hand trough her hair again, thinking if she was going to give Jessica another kiss, it would surely mean she was giving in, and showing her affection for Jessica. She didn't even know if she was ready to do that. After she had ran her hand through her hair, she adjusted her glasses, pushing them back. She felt like a little schoolgirl, who was nervous as hell because her teacher had asked her something she didn't know the answer to.

She took a strand of hair between her thumb and indexfinger, and started to roll the strand of hair between her fingers nervously. Then she closed her eyes, and while she was still rolling her hair between her fingers, she pursed her lips, and slowly gave Jessica a kiss. She knew what it meant, and she wasn't sure if it was really what she wanted. After all, what would Xianna say if she knew her mother was kissing another girl... What would she think... Would she hate her even more then she already did?

**************

Snowflaik knew she couldn't keep avoiding Xianna forever and the time she had spend in the library during the break, had given her plenty of time to think about things and make up her mind. She was not going to tell Xianna that she had met her father, and she was going to wait for the man to call her. And in the meantime, she was just going to keep an extra eye out for Xianna, to make sure she wouldn't be getting herself into trouble. Of course that meant she had to find an excuse for the tattoo they had talked about. Certainly it would mean a hell of a lot of problems for Snowflaik if Xianna's dad would find out his daughter had a tattoo, because she had talked her into it.

So before the last break of the day, Snowflaik had made up her mind, and she waited outside of the classroom she knew Xianna was in. She just stood there casually, like nothing had happened, and pretending she was just hanging out there, not waiting on anyone special. From where she was standing she could easily look inside the classroom, as she saw the teacher finish up, and make a final note for homework on the blackboard. Snowflaik tapped her foot nervously on the floor, when the door flew open and the kids from the room started to flood the hallway.

When she saw Xianna appear as one of the last kids from the room, she watched her walk out of the classroom. She thought Xianna looked a little more confident then she had ever looked. "Hey Xi... " Snowflaik called out, as she stuck up her hand. "over here! Do you have a minute ? I need to talk to you "
 
Even though Angela's second kiss was reluctant, and nervously given, it carried a powerful connotation. The first one could have been simply because she could not avoided it. This time, Jessica had asked, and Angela had obliged. Sure, it had taken her long enough, with all the time it took her to work up to it, but, nonetheless, she had managed it in the end.

She could still taste Angela's lipstick on her own lips when they reached Angela's house. Katy Perry was right, she mused. It does taste like cherry chapstick!

So, here was Angela's last chance. She could forbid Jessica entry and legally, there was nothing Jessica could do about it. If she did, Jessica would just walk away and not come back. She would be John's problem, then.

But, somehow, she didn't think Angela would do that. Her natural habit of doing whatever anyone else wanted her to do was so ingrained. She draped her arm around the older woman as they approached the house, deliberately letting her hand fall on Angela's breast, giving the nipple a delicate touch with her thumb, in a way that just could have been passed off as accidental.

"So, are we going inside," she laughed, "or am I going to have you here, on your front doorstep?"

*****

Xianna had been worrying all day. What if Snowflaik wasn't there, after school? That would mean the other kids would soon be keen to make up for lost time, and start the bullying all over again. Without Snowflaik to protect her, she would be totally vulnerable. There would be the agject humiliation of kids younger than her bullying and persecuting her. Any other kid would simply have rung up their mother to come and collect them after school, but Xianna knew how much good that would be!

She forced herself to be calm, to look unafraid. To show fear would only make things worse. Who knew? If she looked confident enough, simply the fact that she was Snowflaik's friend might be enough for the other kids to think twice.

So, when she saw Snowflaik waiting outside, her heart swelled with relief. Everything was going to be all right. And, soon, she'd have a tatt. Surely no-one would mess with her if she had such an obvious sumbol of toughness.

"So, what did you get called to the office for, Snowy?" she laughed. "Smoking again?"
 
Angela knew she had one last chance to make a decision. If she didn't want Jessica to help her, to protect her, she would have to stand up for herself right now, at the door of her own home. When they had been walking home, she had felt Jessica's touch, she had felt Jessica's thumb brush over her nipple. And she was not admitting it to herself, or to anyone else, but it had felt like electricity on her body, as her nipple had reacted instantly to the touch.

All the way home, she had had a blush on her cheeks, and when Jessica had put her arm around her, she felt like her feet were not touching ground anymore. She was both embarrassed and felt delighted, after all, Jessica had told her, and not just once, that she thought she was sexy. And that was a good vibe to hear, after being put down for so long.

So Angela made up her mind, and rummaged through her purse, looking for the keys to the door. But she was so nervous, and couldn't find the keys. The longer it took her, the more feverish she started rummaging through her purse. She was sure, she had put them in her purse... Hadn't she? She started getting warm, as she felt ashamed that she couldn't even remember where she had put her keys. She felt like a little kid, clumsy and forgetful, because she felt torn up inside. One part wanted Jessica to come in, wanted Jessica to turn her life upside down. But the other part was scared, so very scared of what was happening. Was she really starting to feel attracted to a girl...?

"Ohhh God.. where are they..." Angela murmered, as she started patting her pockets, to see if she had put her keys into her jacket. No, they were not there either, and she turned back her attention to her back. While she first exchanged an apologetic look with Jessica. "I... I'm sorry... I think I misplaced my uhm keys..." She said.

Again her hand went into her purse, and then she felt her finger touch the keyring. Sighing with relief, she lifted the keys from her purse, as she smiled at Jessica. "Found them..." She tried to sound cheerful, but knew it sounded more desperate then cheerful.

Angela tugged at the hem of her jacket, pulling it straight once again, and blew up her face, to cool her overheating face down. It felt like she was burning up. Slowly she unlocked and opened the door, and held it open for Jessica. "Please... Come in..." She whispered softly, as her eyes scanned the street up and down, making sure nobody saw her letting Jessica in the door.

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Snowflaik giggled, "No... it wasn't that. The head master wanted to have a talk with me, for being late this morning. He had seen me running down the yard, and said I was too late. Which I wasn't but it's no big deal. He gave me a final warning. Once more he said, and I'll be suspended for a couple of days." She explained to Xianna.

Snowflaik knew it was a lousy excuse, as the announcement through the speaker was never made for kids who were too late. They were always picked out during role-call.

"He called me mum while I was there, and she scolded at me through the phone. Now I think mum's going to give me more trouble when I get home too. But hey, I can handle her. hehe she probably had her hand down her pants when Mr. Hopkins called her." Snowflaik laughed. "Let's go outside. I need a smoke now!" Snowflaik said as she started to walk towards the exit.
 
The second Angela shut the door, Jessica was on her, pushing her up against the wall, raining hard, dominant kisses upon her, her hands moving to the older woman's breasts. There was a conflict within her, one she was doing her best to hide, but she could not hide it from herself, no matter howhard she tried. With any other women, the fact that she had been allowed in, that her kisses and caresses ahd been accepted and returned, would have been an obvious sign that they were welcome. She could have proceeded with a clear conscience.

But Angela, poor frightened Angela, was different.

Was she, Jessica wondered, simply aquiescing, since she was frightened to say "no?" Was it her natural submissiveness causing her to do whatever the other person wished, even if they had no right to force her. Jessica had no objection whatsoever to rough, frantic sex - but rape was a thing outside of her taste.

So, after a brief statement of her intent, she released the redhead and stood back.

"Go and take those stupid pants off, now!" she ordered. She could, she knew, have stripped Angela off herself, and there would have been nothing Angela could do, for jessica was so much stronger. If Angela refused, or expostulated at the way Jessica was making fun of her pants, it would be a fair sign that she was only responding from fear. If she obeyed, Jessica felt she could take this as a sign Angela wanted this as much as her.

*****

Had she been a more confident girl, Xianna might have challenged Snowflaik. She could see her friend was not acting nearly as confidenly as she usually did, that she seemed upset about something. And calling a student to the office simply for being late (and then calling her mother) seemed an extreme reaction. And Snowflaik's statement that she needed a smoke was not the normal craving that any smoker might express after having to go without for a few hours - it was obvious by the way she dragged on the cigarette, drawing it deep down, that something had frightened her, and badly.

Xianna would have liked to have expressed sympathy, but was too shy. She always trod very carefully around her much stronger, more confident friend, fearful of breaking the fragile emotional link they had. So she simply accepted the cigarette when Snowflaik passed it over, took a drag of it (and only just managed not to cough, for she wasd definitely not a regular smoker) and passed it back.

"Ah, you don't want to worry about your mum," she laughed, desperately trying to sound tough. "I never do. If anything, my mum's scared of me."
 
Angela just stood there, not knowing how to respond. It all felt so new, good, but new and strange. While Jessica covered her with kisses, Angela just stood there, with her arms hanging by her sides, and her breath increasing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and felt panic set in. She had known this was going to happen, but still the force and speed with which Jessica had pinned her up against the wall, had been completely unexpected.

Angela was so busy thinking how to react, that she didn't notice the conflict Jessica was having. Jessica's hands were all over her breasts, and her kisses were all over her face and neck, Angela couldn't move and her chest was heaving heavily from her increased breath.

When Jessica stepped back, Angela just stood there, her arms still hanging still at her sides, her face blank and her mind empty. It was really happening, she was being kissed by another woman.

As soon as Jessica told her to go and take off her panties, Angela didn't know what else to do then to comply to the order. Still breathing heavily, she stepped away from the wall, and lifted up her dress, she started pulling at the spanx, as she tried to remove them, but she was so nervous that it took her a couple of attempts to grab the elastic and pull down the spanx over her butt. She was fully concentrating on removing her spanx, and as it lay on the floor around her ankles, she slowly stepped out of them.

Looking down, Angela saw the spanx on the floor, and she feverishly started straightening her dress back down, it felt naked without the tight spanx, it felt weird. She was so used to wearing them, only taking them off when she went to bed.

When she finished pulling and pushing at her dress, and was satisfied with the result, she gracefully bend down through her knees, and picked up the spanx from the floor. She held them in her hand, as she came back up, and showed them to Jessica, afraid to look up at her herself, she was still staring at the floor, holding out the spanx to Jessica.

**********

Snowflaik felt her nerves settle down a little while she took a big drag from the smoke. She had really needed it, her nerves were on edge, and she was afraid it would show. She hated feeling like this. Was not used to it, and with her encounter with John a few days ago, still on her mind she thought it had happened a little too often lately.

"Well, your mum is a dumb scared cow," Snowflaik said with a harsh undertone. "My mum is a bitch and she's not as easy to manipulate as yours is. You've seen my mum haven't you?" She asked.

Then, as she felt her nerves settle down a little more, she put a grin on her face. "You still on for that tat tonight Xi? or did you change your mind?" She asked. And then, to just tease her a little, she added "Or did John tell you to not do it?"
 
Jessica snatched the spanx from Angels's trembling hand, and threw them across the room. Ridiculous as the panties were, it was very sexy to be handed them. After all, since so few women wore such things, they were a kind of symbol of Angela. It was like receiving a sword from the general of a defeated army. But she was also curious as to why any woman would wear such stupid things!

"Why do you wear those pathetic things anyway, Angie babe?" she asked. "Aren't they uncomfortable?" She'd noticed that they were all creased, which showed they must ride up a lot when Angela was walking, and she knew she'd never be able to stand being constricted that way. It wasn't just idle curiosity - she wanted to dominate Angela totally, know her completely, get right into her mind.

"Come on sexy one, tell me," she smiled, diving her hands up Angela's jacket at the rear, and undoing her bra.

*****

Xianna's first thought was to say "How dare you say that about my mum?" She didn;t mind saying it herself, but having someone else say it was a bit too much. But she knew if she challenged the younger girl, her only response would be "Yeah? So what are you going to do about it?" and Xianna would have to face the humiliation of backing down, as she had done against bullies so often before. So she bit her lip and said nothing.

In fact, the answer to Snowflaik's question was "Even if he did, I'd be too scared of losing you to obey him," but, naturally, there was no way she was going to say that. "N-No, he's fine with it," she said, forcing herself to sound confident. "I'm only worried that the tattoo guy won't accept my mum's signature. I can make her sign it easily enough, but..." she started blushing, still being embarrassed to talk about her mother's reputation as a weakling, "he might work out we'd forced her to sign it, and, like, not take it seriously. I mean, he could be in legal trouble... like, could my mum be regarded as a responsible adult, her being such a dweeb and stuff?"
 
Angela watched as Jessica threw her spanx through the room. It made it even more embarrassing then it already had been to take them off for her. She just stood there, staring at the spanx, in the corner at the other side.

Angela herself didn't know why she wore them. Just like she thought, it felt naked without them. It was her comfort zone, knowing she was wearing spanx, just gave her a little more confidence. The lack of confidence made her wear something she despised herself. She didn't wear it for comfort. She wore it because she was accustomed to it. Her mother had always worn them, and after Angela had given birth to Xianna, her mother had made sure Angela started wearing them too. But how was she ever going to explain that to Jessica. She couldn't even explain it to Xianna. Xianna who wouldn't understand something like that anyway.

In a small voice, and with a shy look on her face, as she was blushing heavily, she whispered "They're not for comfort. they're for... for... I don't know... I wear them because I have to." Was all that she could give as an explanation.

She felt Jessica undo her bra, and stood there like a bag of sand, not responding at all. She didn't know what to do, she didn't dare to do anything. Surely she would love to be a little more bold, but she didn't dare to. What if she did something wrong, and upset her. That had happened to her once, in a distant past, where she had done something wrong to a guy, and she had to pay the price then. She had sworn never to do anything wrong again.

In the end, when she felt her bra open up, and she felt the fabric loosening around her breasts, she put her hands at Jessica's sides, and slowly moved her hands caressing her gently, her hands moving to Jessica's back, just in the middle of her back, not too high, and certainly not too low, making sure she didn't touch Jessica's butt. She didn't have the guts for that.

But all she thought at that moment, was that it felt good to be touched, to have someone touch you intimately.

*****************

Snowflaik saw the struggle in Xianna's eyes. She knew her remarks were hard and were probably too hard. But she didn't respond on it. She just made a mental note, not wanting to upset her too much.

"Ah don't worry bout Bear, I know him, and he won't bother us too much about the signature. Just as long as we can prove your mum signed it, it's going to be okay. He wasn't too difficult bout my piercing either. He's big, and covered with tats himself, but don't worry he's cool, I'll bet you like him as much as I do." Snowflaik replied. She knew she'd have to talk to him a little, and she'd have to get him a bottle of cheap whiskey but he'd have no problems setting the tat. Even if she'd only show up with a bottle, and on her own, she'd probably be able to persuade him to set the tat. He had done her mum's tats too.

By then it was almost time for the final hours of the day. And Snowflaik lit another cigarette. She had calmed down enough but still wanted another smoke. Xianna's dad was still on her mind, but she had pushed it away into the back of her mind. She was going to keep an eye out for Xianna a little more then she already had been doing over the past days. And still was thinking to get her to chicken out for the tat. She just hadn't figured out how to do just that yet, as is seemed Xianna was really going to get one.

"Listen Xi, I'll meet you out on the sports field at the end of school today okay? We have to get a cheap bottle of booze for Bear first, and then will hang out a little, before getting your mum to sign okay?" She asked, as she threw the half smoked cigarette on the concrete, and put it out with her foot.
 
Jessica was no fool, and had understood exactly what Angela had been trying to say in the manner of the spanx. "I had to," didn't mean that it was the only way to keep her figure undercontrol (Angela's bum was not especially large) or even "soomeone made me" in the manner of schoolkids not being allowed to wear jewellery, or use their mobiles in class. What she meant was that the pants, ridiculous as they were, were one of the few ways Angela could control anything at all. She didn't have the resources to stand up for herself against other women, even her own daughter, never mind men, but at least she could make sure her jacket was sitting smoothly (which was why she was always tugging it down, even though it drew attention to the fact it was riding up,) that her glasses were in their right position, that her hair was neat. Angela's constant fussing with her appearance and grooming were her attempts to say "Well, I'm not totally helpless. At least I look neat," and this made her even more endearing to Jessica.

She continued to undress the redhead, pulling her bra out from under the jacket with a flourish, then unfastening the jacket and pushing it back along Angela's slender arms. Angela's breasts were now exposed, and Jessica began gently licking her nipples, pressing herself up hard against her, though they were both fully clothed. Jessica's brief panties and jeans, Angela's skirt and pantyhose were between them as they dry-fucked, yet somehow this seemed even more arousing than total nakedness, when it was with someone as shy as Angela.

"You're doing beautifully, sweet angel," she said, sucking harder on the nipple, and diving her hands up Angela's skirt, cupping her wonderful buttocks. "Take it as slow as you need to, darling."

*****

Xianna was in a fever of impatience and apprehension all day. She had blithely said she'd get her mother to sign the release form, but what if she was being too optimistic. Sure, Angela was scared of everyone else (Mrs Leary, John, or even Snowflaik, could have forced her into doing it easily enough) but Xianna was just not used to others being intimidated by her. What if Angela stood her ground, and made Xianna look a total idiot. It would be too humiliating for words to have to call Snowflaik in to help, as if emphasising just what weaklings the entire Fox family were, as if cowardice ran somehow in their genes.

She had rehearsed the confrontation many times, practicing different ways to come across as tough. She just hoped she had it right, now.
 
Angela was scared to death. Was she really going to have sex with another woman. It was something that had never had crossed her mind, and now here she was, with a girl who was so much younger then she herself was, turning her on, suckling on her nipples, holding her bottom. It scared the hell out of Angela. But it did feel good, it felt right, it felt wrong. "Oh why am I so messed up, am I really this desperate for some intimacy, that I am going to have sex with her?" Angela asked herself in her head. "Shut up Angela, shut the fuck up, and enjoy something for once!" she scolded at herself in her mind.

Angela started to copy Jessica's move, and put her hands on Jessica's hips, carefully, she slid her hands around Jessica, onto her back, she let her hand slowly caress Jessica's lower back, not daring to move her hands a little lower, to touch her butt. Angela savoured the moment, and had her eyes closed behind her glasses, but her mind still wasn't at rest. She had passed on to accepting having sex with Jessica, wanting it, needing it, but she just didn't know what to do. Like she hadn't known what to do in the past, which is part of why Andrew had left her. He had used her, but had grown tired of her not knowing what to do. And that was bound to happend again.

"I.... I don't know what uhm how... " Angela stuttered softly, she didn't have a clue how it worked between women. What would Jessica do and say if she found out Angela was so inexperienced and unsure, she would just laugh at her, and make fun of her. She would leave too, and make her life miserable. "I... I have never done this... I.. I.. don't know what to do" Angela finally managed to whisper at Jessica. She could feel her excitement growing, but she just couldn't tell if it was exciting for Jessica too, and she wanted to please Jessica. She wanted Jessica to want to stay with her. She loved the way Jessica was dry fucking her, even though she didn't even realize what Jessica was doing.

She just wants to make fun of me" Angela thought at the same moment. Her hands tensed up on Jessica's back, as she held them still, just above her butt. Her breath was heavy and irregular from the nervousness and tension in her body. Then trying to gather her nerves, she stutters whispering "uhm.. maybe... uhm... we should uhm go upstairs? Uhm... To the uhm bedroom maybe... if uhm you would uhm like... i uhm mean, if I'm uhm not being to uhm frank..." She hesitatingly asked.
 
As turned on as she was, a tiny part of Jessica's mind was still able to function enough to monitor the situation. She had got several things wrong, and she knew it. She should have known, she realized, that as someone who had never had sex with another woman before, poor Angela would have no idea how to proceed, what she should do. And for someone as shy and inhibited as Angela, Jessica now understood, the bedroom was the natural - in fact, the only - place for sex!

"No, my beautiful angel," she laughed, in a whispered, husky voice. "You're not being too frank. Just do... do whatever feels good. There's no right way or wrong way to make love. Do what makes us both happy. You're not being judged here, darling."

And then, with a wink:

"Bedroom, eh? That's a good call."

But trembling and nervous as Angela was, Jessica wondered if the redhead could even make it up the stairs without collapsing. So she stooped and lifted her in a fireman's carry, her lithe but deceptively strong body having no difficulty at all with Angela's weight. Even if she had wished to resist, Jessica knew, she couldn't. It was the story of Angela's life... anyone who wanted could do to her whatever they wished. At least this time, going to the bedroom had been her own idea.

Jessica laid her on the bed. Angela's skirt had ridden up while being carried, and now was bunched in a hard band around her upper thighs showing far more leg, Jessica knew instinctively, than Angela would ever let anyone else see by choice. Her pantyhose, meanwhile, were creeping down, and the crotch (which Jessica fancied was now quite wet) had slipped down several inches. Jessica decided to complete their downward journey, and ripped them right down, pulling them off Angela's long, thin legs, then running her tongue up along the bare skin, all the way up, always stopping just tantalisingly short of the redhead's dark red bush, before going abck to the ankles and beginning the cycle again,d eliberately prolonging moving any further, letting Angela's need build.
 
Jessica's words made Angela feel a little more at ease, just a little, but just enough to not start to cry and run away and hide. Then, as Jessica suddenly lifted her up, she shrieked but didn't resist, she didn't even have time to resist if she would have wanted to. Angela was well aware of her arm, which was hanging over Jessica's breasts. Even though it was an innocent touch, it still aroused her. She was really going to have sex with another woman. Jessica was really going to take her to her bedroom, and make love to her. And... then it struck Angela... "Oh God, she is going to expect me to make love to her too..." sank into her mind, making her nerves twitch again. "Make love to a woman... oh Angela what have you gotten yourself into this time. She will now find out what a lousy lover you are, she will hate you and hurt you badly when she is done with you," Angela's mind was struggling as she was being carried up the stairs. Angela just couldn't understand why she was still getting so turned on, feeling the excitement through her body, mixed with the nervousness.

When Angela was put down on the bed, she realized her skirt had ridden up too high, much higher then it usually did, and she tried to correct it, pulling at the hem. But because she was lying down, she couldn't get it down. Again she shrieked, when her panties were suddenly pulled off, exposing her natural red bush. She looked up at Jessica, and saw her getting down on the bed, watched her closely as she was licking her way up to her crotch. Every inch Jessica drew got closer, her breathing got heavier, and her excitement grew, while her nerves seemed to slowly ebb away. Angela held her breath when Jessica lingered just below her crotch, thinking "Oh god here she goes... she really is going to ..." But then she watched her go down her other leg. Angela blew out her held in breath, as her eyes were fixed completely on Jessica's moves.

When Jessica repeated her move, this time coming a little closer to her crotch, again Angela held her breath. She really wanted it now. She wanted to feel Jessica's mouth. But this time, she could feel Jessica's breath, almost as if she was blowing softly at her crotch. It felt so good, but it felt so bad at the same time. The soft blowing, made Angela's excitement grow even more, and she could feel herself getting wet. Nobody had ever done anything like this to her. This alone was more love-making then she had ever had. With Andrew, her ex, it had always been without any foreplay, well not entirely, he had always wanted her to give him pleasure. And the foreplay had only been her giving it to him.

When Jessica was licking up her leg for the second time, Angela was actually a little disappointed and afraid it would stop at this. "P...please... make l...love to me...." She whispered. Angela lifted up her hand, and gently stroked it through Jessica's hair, letting the strands of hair slip through her fingers. Scared as Angela was, her excitement had completely taken over. She brushed away a strand of Jessica's hair, which was hanging down her forehead, pushing it back while she slipped her own hand to her own crotch, and ran a finger over her crotch.
 
For a short time, Jessica continued her ministrations, licking up Angel's thigh, almost to the danger area, blowing, gently, into her vagina, retreating by licking all down her legs, and then repeating the same activity with the other leg. She could sense the older woman's nervousness, her fears, yet they were arousing her all the more. It was, in many ways, a new experience for Jessica, too. Usually, her sex had been with women who were experienced, who were relaxed, horny, ready. To have to overcome Angela's nervousness and her inhibitions was an interesting experience. It was actually arousing her more than if the redhead had been less reluctant.

After a while, she switched focus, continuing her tonguing, all over Angela's naked body, up along her stomach, in her navel, moving up over her breasts. Though she stopped and sucked at both nipples, she did not concentrate exclusively on them, but moved right up to Angela's lips, kissing her, slipping in tongue, then withdrawing and moving back down.

She did this a number of times, taking it slower each time, until she could feel Angela's shaking still slightly. Then, this time, when she reached the beautiful red bush, instead of merely blowing she began to tongue her, gently at first, then harder, licking at her clit, resisting the opportunity to suck, letting Angela's desire build.

"You're doing beautifully, my lovely Angel," she whispered. "Don't be scared. Don't worry about how other women treat you. I'll never hurt you. Never!"
 
Angela was getting more aroused then she had ever been. Not even when she had masturbated it had been this erotic. It just felt so good to be touched so lovingly, and this time, when Jessica came up to her mouth for a kiss, Angela didn't just let Jessica run her tongue through her mouth, she responded, by closing her lips on Jessica's tongue and softly sucking on it, while her own tongue went up to meet Jessica's tongue inside her own mouth.

All the while, Angela had her eyes squinted tightly shut. Afraid as she was that if she would open them, it would all be wrong, and Jessica would be there, but would be laughing at her. And who knows who else would be there, laughing if Angela opened her eyes. For all she knew, this could just be one big setup to humiliate her even more then people had ever done. She imagined Sianelle Leary standing there, and looking at her in disgust, pointing her finger at her, and making fun of her.

When Jessica drew back her tongue, and slowly went down Angela's body, Angela held her breath as she felt the tongue slowly close in on her sex. "Oh GOD she is really going to give me oral sex..." Angela thought. And while holding her breath, she felt the very first touch of Jessica's tongue on her sex in every nerve in her body. It made her tense up immensly, but as soon as she felt Jessica continuing her exploration, Angela's tension slowly started to ebb away again, and she let out a soft moan as she blew the breath she had been holding.

Angela's hands tightly grabbed her top bedsheets, and her back arched slightly, when she felt the tongue flash over her clit. "Oh God... that... that... is so..." Angela cried out softly. She couldn't finish what she was saying, as she felt Jessica's tongue go over her clit a little harder at a time.

As Angela was pulling at her bed sheets, and had her back arched, she slowly opened her eyes. She knew nobody would be there besides the girl who was making love to her. The girl who was making her feel so warm and so aroused, she had never felt anything this good in her life. Angela looked down her own body, passed her erect nipples, and saw the top of Jessica's head as she was working her mouth on Angela's clit. Angela let go of her bed sheets with her left hand, while her right hand was still tightly holding the sheets. Angela lifted up her left arm slowly, and let her hand hover just above Jessica's head. She wanted to touch Jessica badly, she wanted to run her hand through the girls hair. But something stopped Angela. She didn't have the guts to do just that. Instead, she moved her hand up to her own hair, and ran it through her hair, brushing the loose strands of hair from her forehead.
 
The detached part of Jessica watched, as Angela struggled within herself. It seemed to her that the redhead's mind had become a battleground, with her shyness and nervousness and inhibitions fighting her desperate sexual needs. The way she still primped at her hair, even in this sexual extremity, was extremely endearing to her. Angela's face was not just flushed, she knew, with desire. It was obvious that even at this stage, she was embarrassed. Embarrassed about what she was doing, about whether or not she could do it right.

"Imagine, having to be so nervous every minute of your waking life," she thought. "To be forever having to think what effect your words and actions were having on others. To have to be sure never to upset or offend them, for fear they'll seek revenge by bullying and humiliating you. To have to be constantly on guard."

And she resolved, then and there, to protect Angela, salve her mind, save her from the demons of doubt, as much as was in her power.

She continued to tongue her, feeling she was getting through at last. As she did so, she reached out and grabbed Angela's hands, placing them on her own head. Angela was, of course, not nearly strong enough to resist, and probably wouldn't dare anyway. She held the hands there, giving the older woman the hint it was OK to touch her.

Angela's pubic hair was now harsh and scratchy at her mouth, and she was gasping for breath, yet Jessica continued. For this was not just a sexual encounter. It was also a siege. A siege towards the castle of Angela's inhibition and fear. She was strong enough to overcome it, she knew, and instinctively knew that the redhead was already her slave, to do with as she wished.

But what she wished was not enslavement. There were many women she could have intimidated into being that. Instead, she'd mold Angie, make her what she truly could have been, should have been if only other people had let her alone and treated her properly.

She darted her tongue in and out, savagely, sucking hard at the redhead's clit, her saliva mingling with Angela's juices, the pubic hair now threatening to burn the area around her mouth raw, but not surrendering, for this, she knew, was the final act of the breach. The minute Angela gave way, and came, then, Jessica knew, there could be no turning back.
 
The sexual tension in Angela's body was gradually building up in her body. Even though she had never experienced the feelings Jessica was giving her, they were beyond anything she could have dreamed of. The way Jessica used her mouth and tongue on her did so much to her body, she couldn't control her own breathing and she starting panting as she felt Jessica lifting her hands up off the bed, and placing them on her head.

Angela ran he hands through Jessica's hair, letting strands of hair, slide through her fingers. She was looking down over her own body, at Jessica's actions. She had never expected sex could be this wonderful. Surely the fact that it was with a girl, added to the excitement, the whole taboo thing in Angela's head was strong. She had never expected to have sex with another woman. And now here she was, with a young woman making her feel desirable, and slowly taking her to a place she had never been before.

Jessica had her hand on Angela's stumach, Angela saw and felt Jessica's hand slowly move down her stomach, fingers tracing over her stomach, as her hand slide down. When Angela saw the hand disappear, she felt a finger trailing slowly over her lips, pushing her lips apart slightly. It made Angela take a deep breath, anticipating Jessica penetrate her.

Then, as she felt one finger slowly move inside of her, she let out her breath in a long wheezing sound, and she closed her eyes. She felt Jessica slowly starting to move her finger in and out, as she felt her mouth sucking on her clit. Jessica's other hand was lying on Angela's stomach, as she knew Jessica would know her tension was building up.

Angela's hands were clinging in Jessica's hair, as she was breathing heavily. She felt Jessica add another finger to the first, as she moved them in and out of her, with her thumb gently rubbing over her clit. With an unsteady breath, Angela moaned out loud, and arched her back. her muscles started to tense up, and she didn't realize her hand was pulling hard on Jessica's hair. The wall around Angela's feelings started collapsing, as she started to tremble and moan louder. "Ooohhhhh.... ddddddon't stooooopppp..." Angela almost screamed. She felt Jessica pace up her movement, And stop her thumb at her clit. Angela didn't know what was happening anymore, when she felt the soft sucking mouth of Jessica reappear on her clit. It was the signal that sent Angela over the edge. The arched fingers inside her, pumping inside her. The sucking mouth on her clit. It made Angela tremble and shiver, as she was shaking roughly. Her stomach contracting as she lay there, with her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, breathing heavily.
 
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