A kiss

‘Well, Becky,’ you began, ‘it is vital, if I’m going to be able to teach you, that you are able to trust me.’

Your friend was clearly hanging on your every word at this point. ‘Of course I trust you!’

‘No, I mean, this is quite a physical thing to teach somebody. Quite personal at times. When I began my training I had to learn to give myself over fully to the concept of learning.’

She nodded thoughtfully. ‘I see. I’m sure I can do that.’

‘Okay. I want you to kiss me.’

‘What? Fuck off!’ She laughed hard at this.

Shit. What went wrong? You thought back over your words. Did that come across as a simple instruction? It seemed as though these things needed to be eased into, maybe she needed to think it was her idea.

‘No, I mean, when I started my training, I needed to prove to Master Bates that I would follow instructions. Otherwise I wasn’t going to be able to learn.’

‘Did Master Bates make you kiss him?’ Her eyes were shocked, incredulous.

‘Erm… yes.’ You were unsure of where this was going. ‘I had to prove that I was ready to take his teaching.’

Becky’s face softens, becomes more serious. Once again, her eyes flicker slightly, almost as if there is some sort of re-programming going on in her mind. ‘So, by stepping outside of your comfort zone you were able to open yourself up?’

What a relief. She seemed to be going for it. ‘Exactly. If I am going to be able to teach you, you need to open yourself up to me.’

‘Okay Sam. You should have just explained.’ Without any hesitation Becky leaned forward and closed her lips around yours.

Was it really that easy? A part of your mind still couldn’t accept this, trying to believe that she must have already wanted to kiss you and that she was somehow playing you, but allowing you to think that you were playing her.

Becky’s mouth was warm and tasted of red wine, and without being prompted she reached her hand up to your neck, holding you gently. Then she parted her lips slightly, pushing her tongue into your mouth and beginning to kiss you harder. You felt your cock beginning to bulge against your jeans, and then suddenly she pulled away, her eyes not leaving yours.

‘Was that okay, Master Smith?’

You were too shocked to say anything for a moment, your mouth opening and closing like that of a fish.