by Moore, Tina
"Maybe," Cleo replied cheekily, giving Lacie the feeling that a maybe was going to turn very quickly into a yes. Lacie knew she didn't have to drive slow and this time raced through town enjoying Cleo's giggles in her ear as she rested her head on her shoulder. Arriving at Cleo's home in no time at all, Lacie took her helmet off and walked her to the door.
"Well goodnight," Lacie said, pulling Cleo into her for a hug. She took her time before she let Cleo go, slowly but very purposely running her fingers through her long blonde hair, grabbing a fist full and pushing her face into her chest as her other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed making Cleo gasp and push her pussy onto Lacie's thigh.
"Don't stop," breathed Cleo as she reached for her keys in her jeans pocket and tried to open the door.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Lacie said as she dipped her head and brought Cleo's mouth up to hers, kissing her passionately as the door opened behind them making them fall into the house. Lacie kicked the door shut once they were both inside and pushed Cleo onto the floor as she began to ravish her body. Letting her body fall onto Cleo's, Lacie used her knee to nudge Cleo's thighs apart and flexed her quad against Cleo's pussy, making her moan. Lacie kissed down her neck and held Cleo's head gently in her arms as she began to rhythmically pound her thigh against Cleo's pussy, making her gasp each time she was thumped. Cleo reached down to unbutton her jeans, wanting the release to come faster. But Lacie took her hand and held her wrist down, looking into her eyes.
"Alright?" Lacie asked, hoping Cleo was happy to submit this to her. Cleo nodded as she was pounded by Lacie's muscular thigh, grinding down on it and feeling her clit be teased edging her and keeping her there, frustrating her beyond belief.
"Are you going to be Mommy's good girl tonight baby," Lacie whispered in Cleo's ear as she just moaned in response, rolling her head back and closing her eyes.
"Ask Mommy if you want to cum baby," Lacie said as she felt Cleo grab at her full tits as she shuddered and tried to fight her orgasm.
"Please Mommy," Cleo desperately begged breathlessly, a low moan escaping as Lacie whispered, "Yes," in her ear as she moved her arm from around Cleo's head and gently rested her hand on her neck, not sure how much she liked or if this was OK at all. Cleo grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly down on her neck, and Lacie smiled as she took the hint and squeezed tightly, making Cleo's eyes open widely as she came. Swallowing hard and trying to lift her hips under Lacie's body wanting a quicker release Cleo groaned in frustration as she was forced to come slowly. Lacie smiled in satisfaction as she kissed Cleo passionately, enjoying feeling Cleo's breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Show Mommy Cleo," Lacie said unbuttoning Cleo's jeans and letting her finally take them off. Cleo reached down and practically ripped them off her but froze when she realized that Lacie could now see her diaper. Lacie kissed Cleo loving on her cheek as she placed her hand on the front of Cleo's diaper and rubbed her slowly.
"Don't be nervous. You look cute," Lacie said, looking down at Cleo's worried face. She turned her head and looked away. Lacie got off her and sat back as Cleo rested on her elbows.
"I really liked that, but I am kinda exhausted now Mommy," Cleo said, hesitantly saying, mommy. Lacie hurried over to where she was resting and held her in her arms.
"Then tell me what you need now," Lacie said making Cleo melt into her arms.
"You mean you don't want to go?" Cleo asked, looking up at Lacie who shook her head no.
"I want to stay, if you'll let me," Lacie replied. Cleo rolled her body into Lacie's, who held her for a long time. As her ass became numb from sitting on the floor for so long, Cleo stood up and reached for Lacie's hand.
"Shower?" Cleo asked. Lacie followed Cleo to the bathroom.
"I like calling you Mommy," Cleo nervously said, hoping Lacie liked it too.
"That's nice since that's my name," Lacie said. Cleo started to take off her clothes but was stopped by Lacie.
"Let me," she said, lifting Cleo's shirt over her head. Cleo giggled as Lacie ran her fingernails over her body, giving her goosebumps. Lacie took off Cleo's diaper and watched as she got into the shower and began to wash.
"You are a beautiful baby girl," Lacie said almost in a trance looking at Cleo. It made her smile, and she drew a smiley face on the glass shower screen as the room began to get hot and steamy.
"I'm not sure what to do next," Cleo said to Lacie.
"What do you mean?" Lacie replied, taking off her clothes and joining Cleo in the shower.
"Well, do we keep going with the baby stuff or do you wanna stay the night? Like, what do we do?" Cleo explained. Lacie used Cleo's body wash as she thought about what to do next.
"What space do you feel like you are in?" Lacie asked making Cleo think for a second.
"A big girl one," Cleo replied, moving so Lacie could rinse off.
"Do you want to stay there? Or do you want to be Mommy's good little girl?" Lacie asked as the water flowed over her athletic body, making her skin glisten.
"Mommy's good girl," Cleo said, shifting her feet nervously hoping Lacie would be down for it.
"Good," Lacie replied, making Cleo give a sideward smile.
"Let me dry you off before you go to get what you want me to dress you in tonight. Make sure you bring me a diaper, I don't want my little girl going to bed without one," Lacie said, making Cleo's mouth gaped open with just how Mommy like Lacie suddenly sounded.
"Oh baby, does it sound just like you always hoped it would?" Lacie questioned making Cleo nod her head as Lacie dried her and gently slapped her ass as she left the bathroom to follow the instructions Lacie had given.
Cleo waited patiently in her room for Lacie who appeared 5minutes later. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her waist, her abs and strong arms made Cleo blush. Lacie didn't say anything as she went to Cleo's cupboard and put on one of her t-shirts and a pair of short pajama shorts.
"Now, what does the baby have for Mommy?" Lacie asked, turning to face Cleo. Cleo held up what she had picked and giggled with Lacie jumped on her bed.
"Then lay down so I can get you ready little one," Lacie said as Cleo obediently laid on her back.
"What a good girl," Lacie tenderly said as Cleo stayed still while Lacie diapered her. It was the first time Lacie had done anything like this and was impressed with herself how naturally it came. She took the colorful dino onesie and gently dressed Cleo.
"There, Mommy's little princess is almost ready for bed. Have you forgotten something though, baby?" Lacie asked. Cleo looked around her room and wondered what Lacie could mean.
"Here, open wide little girl," Lacie said, taking a fistful of Cleo's hair and pulling her head back. Cleo gasped, and Lacie took the opportunity to put her pacifier in her mouth before letting her hair go.
"Now you are ready for little bed girl," Lacie said snuggling into bed with Cleo. Cleo pushed her face into the side of Lacie's full breast happily snuggling into it.
"Next time you come into the bar, you'll get your drink in a sippy cup, little miss, baby girls get sippy cups," was the last thing Cleo heard before she fell asleep.
High School Reunion
I had done the usual things after High School, got a part-time job, went to University, graduated, and now worked in the profession I had studied for. I enjoyed holidaying with friends or traveling alone, nothing overly extraordinary but still what I would consider a nice life.
It had been ten years since I had graduated from High School and I could feel the reunion vibes a month before I got my letter in the mail. High School, gross, I thought to myself as I opened the envelope. I was the loser in High School, the one which even the other bully victims didn't want to hang out with. I had overheard how a popular girl once said she couldn't decide if she'd go to this party or that one and I remember wondering what it must feel like to be invited to so many parties you could choose which one you wanted to attend. I'd never been invited to a party, and I had a sneaky suspicion the only reason
I'd been invited to the reunion was an emailing glitch.
As the evening of the reunion approached, I was still unsure if I should go or not. I couldn't help but wonder how everyone had turned out. I wondered if the popular girls were still the beautiful ones or if my career as a makeup artist had given me the lifestyle that surpassed theirs. Ten years ago, I would not have believed anyone if they had told me where I would be today. Back then, I was the orphaned daughter of a crack-addicted Mother who didn't know who my Father was, living in foster care with five other kids and wondering where my next meal would come from. I had taken all the pain of being freezing in the winter because my clothes weren't warm enough and falling in love with my gym teacher because she was the only person who had ever shown me kindness and turned my life into something little girls dream about. I had gone to Paris and Milan for fashion week for the last five years, met the most incredible people I could call my friends and never had to worry about staying warm or having enough food. I still shied away from romance and had only had a handful of romantic encounters, and if I'm honest, those people looked like my high school gym teacher.
She would always wear these mid-thigh black shorts and some colored t-shirt with sneakers that matched. Her hair was always out and only when she'd get really into a game would she put it up, flexing her big muscular arms as she did so. She'd caught me staring at her several times but she always just smiled and didn't embarrass me about getting caught. When the other girls had excluded me in a game, she'd change the game so that there were no teams and although I knew she was just a good teacher, I loved her kindness. She had a deep laugh and a serious, stern voice that even made the boys taken her seriously.
I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about her and put the reunion letter down. I still had four days to think about going or not, and I had to get to work.
Four days came faster than I had thought and although I'd RSVP'ed I was going, I still was unsure. What if it is just like high school all over again? What if they laugh at me? Wait, laugh at me for what? Driving a Lambo? Holidaying in the Caribbean? They've got nothing on me now, I thought, checking myself. My makeup was, obviously, flawless and I had bought a black backless dress for the occasion. Teamed with strappy metallic silver heels and a silver clutch, I looked wonderful. However, I couldn't stop the slight tightening of my stomach as nerves raced through my body. Wishing I could take a shot of tequila before I drove, I put the bottle down and made my way to the party.
This was a huge fucking mistake; I said to myself as I walked up the long path that led up to the school. I had to park down the bottom of the hill, and although my heels were comfortable, I felt shaky on them. I passed the tennis courts where I use to play tennis and the memory of the popular girls deliberately hitting me with the ball came into my mind. Forget that; it's over now, they can't hurt you anymore, I thought as I approached the entrance to a building which was where I was meant to be going. There was a woman standing out the front with a table set up and balloons tied to the ends.
"Name?" The woman said in a bubbly voice. Before I could say my name, she was already gasping and holding her hand to her chest.
"Hayley? Hayley Swanston?" She asked. I looked at her and couldn't remember her name to save myself.
"Yes?" I replied, wishing she would tell me her name. Seeing that I had forgotten, she rolled her eyes.
"Sophie McBridge! We use to play tennis together!" The woman replied joyfully. I remember what Sophie McBridge used to look like, and this woman standing in front of me was a far cry from any of my memories. The Sophie that I remember was slender and athletic; this woman was a solid three past Sophie's wide with eyes that were sunken in.
"Oh Sophie, right sorry, gosh it's been such a long time," I replied, unsure of what to say. Sophie just nodded her head and handed me my name sticker. I looked at it and looked back at her, and she took it from my hands and placed it just above my right breast, rubbing it down.
"There, you're ready to go, top floor, the view is fantastic," Sophie said knowingly, and I just smiled as I walked inside and found the elevator. Holy shit, Sophie McBridge, I thought as the elevator made its great ascent.
Reaching the top, the doors slid open, and a party in full swing greeted me. It was a lot to take in all at once. There was music playing and people mingling, and I just wanted to turn and run away, but as I was about to, I saw on the projected wall display of photos from my tennis days. I walked over to the wall and stared at the girl who stared back at me. With eyes that begged for love, anyone's love, I looked at that girl and wished I could have told her then what I know now.
"Wow, Hayley?" A high pitched voice cut through the masses of conversations and music, making me want to run away. I forced myself to turn and look at the tall, slender blonde behind me. She had always been beautiful, with her angular face and full pink lips; it was no wonder she had been the most popular girl in high school.
"Hi Allison," I heard myself say, annoyed at the slight yearning in my voice for her approval. She looked me up and down and stepped forward, embracing me as though she hadn't spent the better part of our high school years together, making my life a living hell. I held my breath during the embraced but gasped when she pinched my waist with both her hands.
"Not the little chubbsie anymore," she said, grabbing at me making the women who had begun to form around her laugh.
"Remember what we use to call you, little piggy," Allison said, making the woman laugh even harder. I looked at them, and for the first time, I saw them for who they truly were. Ugly, they were plain, old fashioned ugly with a deprivation to try and make others feel ugly to hide the fact that they were awful human beings. I smiled, reclaiming my power, and looked Allison dead in the eye.
"No I don't remember, I am too busy driving my Lambo and being gifted tickets to events you could never pay for to worry about what some stupid, ugly, never gonna come up bitches as you said ten years ago," I said quickly turning away and walking in the opposite direction trying to get away from them as fast as I could.
I made my way to the long table of drinks which had been set up by the wall-length window overlooking a sports field. Gosh, cool set up, I thought seeing how the school had changed. They had somehow managed to get a grass field on the top of one of the other buildings, and I suppose during sporting events, this room would be the one to host the VIPs. I was deep in my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice behind me, "Someone learned how to handle herself." I swallowed hard; I knew who this was. Turning around, my beer in my hand, I locked eyes on her. My beautiful gym teacher and her beautiful face.
"Hi, um Ms," I started to say stop when I saw her shake her head.
"You can call me Veronica now Hayley," Veronica said making me blush, apparently to her amusement.
"I see not everything has changed," Veronica said, making me laugh and wish like mad I could stop going red.
"Are you still teaching?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from me. Veronica moved her hand behind my back to grab a drink, making me move forward to get out of her way but only resulting in closing the gap between us, making me blush harder. I was grateful she didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah, apparently gym class is my calling. What about you? Where have you ended up?" Veronica asked, taking a sip from her drink and motioning that I should follow her outside. The air was cooler on the sporting field, and I liked that there weren't so many people out here.
"I'm a makeup artist," I replied once we had found our spot. I liked seeing that I took Veronica by surprise.
"A makeup artist?" She asked choking on her drink.
"Is that so hard to believe?" I questioned. I didn't want her to think I was lying.
"No, it's just, that's a pretty brutal industry, I would have thought you'd want something a little, gentler after everything," Veronica explained. I leaned against a wall and sighed.
"Apparently pain is my calling," I said dramatically making her laugh.
"No honestly, it
's a really good job, and I love it. This place taught me all I needed to know about how to deal with bitches and life taught me the rest," I said honestly. Veronica raised an eyebrow and looked impressed.
"Well, cheers to you then little miss," she said, making my heart skip a beat. She must have sensed it because she bit her bottom lip and looked me up and down.
"Don't," I said quietly pushing her away.
"You're hardly my student anymore; I haven't seen you for ten years. I can look at all of you now if I want to," Veronica said, making my stomach turn.
"I saw the way you use to. I bet you thought about me when you were all alone at night in your room. I bet you still do," she added, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around my waist. My legs almost buckled as I felt her muscled arm flex against me as she pulled me closer to her. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if seeing her again just blinded my consciousness, but when her lips met mine, I opened my mouth instinctively. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck, standing on my tippy toes and moaned in her mouth, feeling her hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth deeper into hers. I lost grip of my beer bottle, and it fell to the grass as I let the fire of this kiss ravage through my being. Stopping, I pulled away to see that some people had been watching us and I turned to leave only to feel Veronica grab my wrist.
"Wrong way, sweetheart, my car is over there," she said in her sexy authoritarian manner. I smiled at her and eagerly took the hand she offered for me to hold as she led me down the hill of the sports field to the staff carpark.
The staff carpark hadn't changed one bit, and I giggled to myself making Veronica look at me playfully.
"I use to walk this way to first period, the long way, just to see if your car was here because I wanted to know if you were here," I said as we walked through the carpark.
"I know. I use to be able to see you search the number plates until you found mine and smile to yourself when you did from my office, it used to be over there remember?" Veronica said lovingly.