The day of the party

It was finally the day of the date. Carla hadn't been able to stop thinking about it in the days following the reunion. It was so surreal. She was going on an actual date, with a woman, and not just any woman, one old enough to be her mother and also her former teacher. She had always thought herself to be straight. Sure, she had fooled around with girls, even found them very attractive, but had always shut any thoughts or feelings away, not acting upon such desires she may have had. But Miss Bates had smashed open the door on the desires she had shut away, and now Carla was more than happy to go through it.

Miss Bates occupied her thoughts, even her dreams, barely a moment went by without her reliving their shared embrace. The way Miss Bates made her feel was unlike anything she had felt for a very long time. Carla had given in to her thoughts. She had pleasured herself with her vibrator to these thoughts several times since that night, unable to control herself.

She had messaged Miss Bates asking if she was sure she didn't need to bring anything, her fingers trembled as she typed the words, her heart raced as she saw that a reply was being typed back.

“Just bring yourself, that is all I desire,” appeared on the screen as the reply.

Such simple words, yet they had such an effect on Carla, who had reread the message so many times. This woman had a hold over her, it was like she could get Carla to do anything and Carla was happy to go with it.

Lexi had also called her, making more jokes about her taste in old women, which Carla laughed off. She had messaged her this morning.

“Wishing you good luck on your date, don't put out all the way on the first date, though.”

“Maybe Lexi, you should take your own advice,” Carla joked back.

“Hey, I'm a slut, I can't help it,” she replied. Carla laughed at her honesty.

Carla ran over the potential happenings for tonight. It really was a date, Miss Bates had said as much. But there would be others there. Who were they? What was expected of her? What would happen? So many questions and possibilities occupied her thoughts.

For now though, she focused on what she could control - how she looked. She selected an elegant yet sexy light blue dress, which ran down to her upper thighs — short but not too inappropriate, she hoped Miss Bates would approve. She put on a nice pair of heels, her hair and makeup done, she was now ready to leave.

Her husband was away for a few days with some work thing, which he barely explained and she barely listened to, so she didn't have to tell him she was going out. Not that he would care at all.

She got a ride down to the address, which was a pleasant cottage in a nice, quiet part of town. Carla noticed several cars outside, which made her even more nervous about the night.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door opened, revealing Miss Bates wearing an even sexier dress than the other night. It was more risque and showed off her stunning curves. Carla felt overdressed in comparison. She took in the sight of the sexy older woman, who looked down on her, a smirk on her face.

“Carla, perfectly on time, I like that,” Miss Bates said, pulling her in for a hug, which squeezed her tight into her body. Mary kissed her softly and tenderly on the cheek.

“You look gorgeous,” she whispered in Carla's ear.

Carla giggled like the schoolgirl she used to be. “So do you, that dress is amazing,” she replied, eyeing the older woman up and down.

“Come on in, let's introduce you to everyone,” Miss Bates said, firmly pulling her through the door and leading her to the next room.