Samantha

Trial


Next morning, Sunday morning, nothing was said. Paula was her normal chatty self. Josh went out to play golf.

"Tea in the bath in about half an hour? No, hell, champagne. There's a bottle of Australian bubbly in the fridge. We'll have a nice long talk."

I walked into the bathroom without knocking.

"Oh, well done, Sammy," Paula said.

I opened the bottle and poured Paula a glass. She told me to sit down on the stool and talk to her. I didn't really feel embarrassed any more about being there with Paula naked in the bath.

She told me it was fifteen years to the day since she had met Josh, not that he had remembered. She asked me if I liked him. I said I did. Once you got used to Josh, he was all right.

We chatted on for a while and then Paula said, "Get in the bath with me, Sammy, we can have a cosier chat like that. We're all girls together, don't be shy."

I hesitated, it didn't seem right somehow.

"Come on, Sammy."

I couldn't bear her to get cross with me again. I stood up and undressed as modestly as I could, turning my back to her as I took my pants down. I held my hand in front of myself as I stepped into the bath.

The bath taps were in the middle of the bath, I got in at the other end from Paula and sat between her feet, my knees drawn up to my chest.

"For God's sake, Sammy, relax. Stretch out a bit."

I moved my feet forwards, taking care not to touch her, keeping my knees together.

"Tch," Paula went. "Here." And she pulled my feet forwards, wedging them either side of her bottom. Then with her knees she pushed mine apart so they rested against the sides of the bath.

"There, that's better. You're always so tense, Sammy. Have a sip of this."

She passed me her glass and I took a sip. She looked me up and down, not averting her gaze from any part of me.

"That's better," she said. "Now, tell me about Martin. And, can you reach that tooth mug? Give it a rinse, that's it. Here." And she poured me some champagne. "Is he still following you around like a lap dog?"

"Yes, all the time. That's what they call him, my lap dog."

"I hope you're not encouraging him?"

I said I wasn't.

Paula told me how she had met Josh. He was a young captain in the army, she had a holiday job as a barmaid.

After a while I began to relax as Paula told me the story. It almost seemed quite normal for us to be having a discussion in the bath like this.

"Show me how you do it," Paula said after a lull in the conversation.

"Do what?" I said.

"Tch. It," she said.

I stiffened.

"Well, go on," she said.

I held my hand well away from my body and above the water and made a little circular movement, hoping this would do.

"Sort of like that," I said.

"No, silly, show me properly." But Paula stopped herself. "Oh, silly me, you can't show me can you, you're banned, aren't you? Well, the ban is lifted, you have permission to touch yourself."

Of course, that hadn't at all been the reason for my reluctance.

She was giving me that expectant look again.

I put my hand into the water and touched my sex. I pressed down with three fingers and made a little circular motion, then I took my hand away.

"Hmmm," Paula said. "Is that all you do, just that?"

I shook my head.

"Show me," Paula said.

I touched myself again, a finger either side of my clitoris. I pulled back the hood, then pressed up and down. I liked doing that. Paula was staring directly at my sex quite unashamedly.

"That's better," Paula said softly. "Keep doing that, show me. Close your eyes, that's it. Lie back, show me how you do it, think nice thoughts, that's it."

I closed my eyes, pleased to escape her gaze.

After a while Paula said, "Feel your breasts, let me see how you do that, Sammy." She was speaking to me in such a soft and gentle way, it made me feel nice.

I was beginning really to enjoy it. Not only the feeling of what I was doing to myself, but I began to take pleasure from knowing Paula was watching me.

When I opened my eyes I saw that Paula was masturbating too. I saw that she was copying exactly what I was doing. I smiled at her and she smiled at me.

"I like watching you, Sammy, do you like watching me?"

I nodded. I found it immensely exciting and I looked at her directly and intently now, looking directly at her sex as she masturbated with no embarrassment at all.

"I really want to see you come, Sammy," Paula said in that wonderfully soft voice.

I wanted her to see me come. And I wanted to see her come. I was doing it quickly to myself now.

"Come on, Sammy," Paula was saying ever so softly, "Come on, sweetheart, come for me, tell me when you're going to come, tell me when."

"Now," I said. "Now, I'm going to come now, I'm going to come now."

"Come on, Sammy, let it all out, scream if you want to, don't hold it back. Open your eyes, look into my eyes when you come."

I felt Paula's toes waggling between my buttocks, pressing into me. And I came. I cried out in the sheer ecstasy of it, pleasure coursing through my body as never before. The very wantonness of it all only seemed to intensify the pleasure.

I had tried to keep my eyes open as I came, but I could not. I opened them now, I wanted to watch Paula have her orgasm. But Paula had stopped touching herself. I knew better than to say anything or to look disappointed.

"Sammy, you are lovely," Paula said.

I smiled. I was happy, very very happy. For some reason we both started to laugh.

"Next Sunday?" Paula said.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, please."

"I'll show you how I come next week. Would you like that?"

I nodded.

After a time we got out and dried ourselves. We started to get dressed.

"Don't put those on," Paula said seeing me pulling my pants up. "In fact, don't wear underwear again, until I say so, OK, Sammy?"

"OK, Paula," I said.

I slipped the pants off and donned my shirt and jeans. I was dressed.

"Much quicker, isn't it?" Paula said. But I noticed she put pants on, and a bra.

"Clean up in here," she said. "Then come down to the sitting room, I've got something for you."

I tidied up as quickly as I could.

"Do you like it?" Paula said.

She was holding up a coat.

"It's beautiful," I said.

"It's yours," she said.

"I couldn't possibly..." But Paula held up her hand to stop me.

The coat was full length, black and trimmed all the way round with fur.

"And these," she said, producing a pair of leather boots. "Try them on, I think they're the right size."

The boots fitted perfectly. I looked like a Russian.

"We must keep you warm if you're going to be without underwear, mustn't we?"

I didn't know how to thank her.

"And from now on," Paula said. "You wear what I tell you to wear, all right?"

"Yes, all right," I said.

"And if I don't tell you what to wear, you wear whatever you were wearing last, OK?"

"OK, Paula," I said.

"Every day next week, wear your usual baggy jeans, your favourite chunky shirt, white socks and those school shoes. And your coat when you're outside. No underwear, of course."

On Monday I went to college dressed as Paula had instructed.

When I got home on Monday afternoon, Paula was waiting for me in the hall.

"Hello, Sammy, take your clothes off, would you?"

I looked at her quite startled.

"Here?" I said looking around. "Isn't Josh in?"

"What's that got to do with it? And don't question me. Ever. Come on, I haven't got all day."

I shrugged, then regretted I had shrugged. I hung my coat up, pulled off my shoes and socks, took off my shirt, undid my jeans and pulled them down. I stood in front of her naked as the day I was born. I did not feel embarrassed but I did think it was very odd her getting me to undress like this.

"Go up to your room. Leave those clothes here. Wear what's hanging on the back of your door."

I held my head up and walked past her and up the stairs. She was not going to make me feel awkward ever again.

When I got to my room I found the drawers and cupboards had been emptied and all of my clothes were in a pile on the bed. On the back of the door hung a new pair of light blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. I put them on. The jeans were very tight and the tee shirt very thin.

I started to put my other clothes away. All my pants had gone, my night dress had gone, my thick shirts had gone. Some of my clothes were still there, including my school uniform.

But underneath what remained of my old clothes there were new clothes. A pair of white trousers like Paula's. Tee shirts, blouses and a beautiful red dress. I tried it on quickly. It was quite modest, just above the knee and it wasn't indecently low cut, but it clung to me and it looked gorgeous.

I put my new jeans and tee shirt back on. My nipples showed through but I didn't mind. I hurried down to thank Paula for all the lovely things she had got for me.

"Did the red dress fit?" she said.

I smiled. "Yes, I did try it on, it fits perfectly." I think Paula knew my sizes better than I did.

"I thought you would like that," she said.

The next day, Tuesday, I had to wear a black skirt and blue blouse to college. Both were new. The skirt wasn't terribly short, but without pants preserving my modesty would need care. The blouse did not conceal as well as my shirts had done, but I was learning to be confident. I even began to enjoy people looking at me as I walked around the college.

On Thursday Martin asked me at break time if it was true that I never wore any underwear. I hadn't realised anyone knew. I would have been mortified even a week earlier, but now I really did not care.

On Saturday morning, after Josh had gone out I took Paula some tea in the bathroom.

"Hop in," she said.

I undressed and got in happily with her, wiggling my feet along beside her bottom.

"How is Martin?" Paula asked.

"Still the same," I said.

"We must do something about him," she mused. She looked at me. "If those nuns could see you now, eh? What would they do?"

I dreaded to think. "The tawse or I'd probably get expelled," I laughed.

"Did they have the tawse really?"

"Oh yes."

"I bet you never got it, Miss Goody Two Shoes."

"Actually, I did once," I said with mock pride.

"Yes?"

"I didn't deserve it though. We had a temporary teacher, a really ancient nun who couldn't keep order at all, completely soft. Then one day in class someone jammed her hem under a table leg. You could hear the seams tearing as she tried to move. She walked straight out of the room, which caused a deathly hush, we all knew something was going to happen, and she came back with Sister Annunciata, the sort of deputy head. I was her favourite, by the way. She called me out to the front and accused me of doing it. I said I hadn't but I would not tell her who had done it, so she told me to hold my hands out then whacked me three times with the tawse. I didn't cry or make a noise or anything. When I sat down she made all the other girls clap because I'd been so brave."

"Did it hurt?" Paula asked.

"You bet, but the funny thing was, after the stinging had stopped I had quite a lovely warm feeling all over. And after the lesson everyone said how good I had been not to snitch on Rachel. I was quite a hero for a couple of days."

Paula was smiling at me. "I bet you really enjoyed that, didn't you, being the centre of attention for once? And what about the other girls, did you ever do anything with another girl, you know?"

"Well," I hesitated. "Not really, but there was one occasion when two of the four girls in our dorm were in the san with flu and it was freezing cold and Maria said I should get into bed with her so we could keep warm. Although it was strictly forbidden I didn't see anything wrong with it so I got in with her. She made me cuddle up to her, and she told me to put my leg up between hers."

"Yes, and did you?"

"Yes, right up against her, you know. But at the time I didn't realise, well... I suppose I was very innocent. And I could feel her sort of moving against my leg, but I thought she was just keeping warm."

"And now you realise she was wanking herself against you."

I shrugged. "I suppose she was."

"Well, speaking of wanking," Paula said. "I certainly feel like it, how about you?"

Paula put her hand between her legs and started to play with herself. I followed suit.

"Have you tried it like this?" Paula said. And she stopped touching herself, stretched out her hand and put it between my legs, pushing my hand aside and pushing one of her fingers inside me, then brushed from side to side on my clitoris with her thumb.

I caught my breath and froze at the shock of her touching me like that, I was looking at her in wide eyed surprise.

"I didn't think it would be that good!" Paula said.

"No," I started to say. "I didn't realise you were going to..." I trailed off.

But it felt so nice. Paula gently took my hand and put it between her legs. I did to her what she was doing to me.

"It's an awkward angle, isn't it?" Paula said. "Come this way round."

I turned round in the bath, sitting between her legs now, my back to her. Paula pulled me back so that I leaned against her. I could feel her stiff nipples against my back. I rested my head on her shoulder. She put her right hand between my legs and started to masturbate me. She put her left arm around me, her left hand on my right breast.

I wanted to do something to her, but she told me just to enjoy what she was doing. It did feel wonderful. I turned my face towards her. I wanted her to kiss me but she didn't.

Suddenly I heard a noise in the bedroom. The bathroom door opened and in walked Josh.

Without thinking I sat bolt upright, pulled my knees up and crossed my arms over my breasts. Paula kept her left arm around me, holding me in a vice-like grip.

"Have you seen my - oh hello, Sammy - my brown attach? case?" Josh said.

"Don't think so. Have you, Sammy?"

"No," I said quickly.

"Have you looked in the car?" Paula suggested.

"Ah, of course, I hid it under the rug when I went for petrol. See you later."

Josh leaned over and gave Paula a kiss on the top of her head.

"Bye, darling, bye, Sammy," he said, and off he went.

"Forget his own head sometimes," Paula said. "Now, where were we?" And she pulled me gently back against her. It wasn't long before the sheer pleasure of what she was doing to me overtook any worry I had about being discovered like this with Paula. Anyway, Josh had hardly seemed to notice, much less care.

Paula masturbated me to orgasm. It was wonderful. It felt so much better than when I did it to myself. She was very gentle with me, caressing my breasts, stroking me as she worked me up to my climax. When I had come I turned to her, wanting to do it to her.

But she gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "Well, we can't lounge about here all day." She got out of the bath and dried herself.

The next day, Sunday, they wanted breakfast in bed. When I went in they were both fast asleep. I left the tray without waking them.

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