JoBeth & Amy #2: The Start of Something New

JoBeth & Amy: Story 02 – The Start of Something New - CHAPTER 2

*Note: This story got a little longer on me than I expected - it is not completely edited, so if you see any little errors in there... that\'s why!*



*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don\'t like adult situations, don\'t read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*



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The movie ended and its credits began to roll slowly over the screen, but Amy Reynolds paid them little mind. She’d muted the television hours ago, spending most of the quiet Sunday afternoon curled up and clinging tightly to one of the nearby throw pillows, lost in thought.



The blonde let out an exasperated sigh and brushed a few strands of her hair back off her face. For the last two days, she’d paced aimlessly around the apartment, restless and unable to sleep. She’d struggled to relax since returning home early on Saturday morning, but the memories of JoBeth that were swirling through her mind had frustrated her every effort.



Lauren had eventually suggested putting a movie on as a distraction and that was what had finally gotten Amy to settle in on the couch. Despite the better intentions of her best friend and roommate, Amy’s attention flicked over to the nearby coffee table where the pictures that had been compounding her torment lay spread out. A slight smile curled the corners of her lips as she gazed longingly at their beautiful brunette subject.



“Such a cutie…” Amy chuckled. She felt a thrill every time she looked at what had become a treasured set of pictures. The first few had been taken before she’d woken JoBeth from her nap, and there was no disputing how cute she looked.



Amy saw JoBeth three days a week in the class where she was a teacher’s assistant, and from the moment that she’d laid eyes on the freshman girl on the first day, she’d had a crush on her. Not only had she found her to be exceptionally cute, but JoBeth had quickly shown with her class work that she was a smart girl working on more than one intellectual level. The subtle jokes and insights that always seemed to slip into her answers in class and her writing had piqued Amy’s interest in the girl beyond the undeniable physical attraction.



There was just something about the way JoBeth carried herself. Her outgoing wit, confidence and intelligence combined with a pair of deep green eyes and an adorable smile to stop Amy dead in her tracks the each time they spoke.



With an embarrassed smile and a slight blush, Amy thought back to their first meeting. JoBeth had introduced herself and asked a few questions about the course’s textbooks, but all Amy had been able to do was stare. After a momentary stammer she’d snapped back to her senses, but she was already smitten. Amy hadn’t felt such a desire to have something more than simple friendship with a girl in years, and the brunette had her crushing hard.



Amy tried to find reasons to make herself available to JoBeth before and after classes, but the brunette seemed to find her own reasons to seek her out. They would talk about lectures, readings and assignments, but they could never quite break through that barrier into talking about their personal lives. Each conversation they had ended with the two of them parting in a mutually regretful manner.



When their eyes met during furtive glances, JoBeth always had a shy, friendly smile or a wink for her. The mere sight of one made her heart race and sent her mind spinning off in a thousand different directions. Wishing that she could say something about the way she felt, Amy would try and offer a warm smile of her own in return, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t giving her away.



Shaking her head, Amy took in a sharp breath and reminded herself that JoBeth was a student in one of her classes. While she might have never have met the object of her unspoken affections without the class, she was functionally trapped by its responsibilities. No matter how she felt, there was no realistic way she could ever ask the girl out. She was just starting her career in academia, and if she’d misread JoBeth’s actions at all, it would be over with.



The way JoBeth always seemed so open and inviting around her gave Amy a glimmer of hope. She was almost afraid to believe that, with all the little signs, JoBeth might be interested in return. Her doubts tried their best to tear her down and tell her there was no way it was possible, but the notion that JoBeth would want to be with her too was simply irrepressible.



When she’d first met JoBeth, the crush wasn’t the only intense emotion she’d felt. An exquisite warmth stirred inside her and Amy shifted slightly on the couch while her eyes drifted slowly across the pictures on the coffee table. The sight of the girl she’d been dreaming about for weeks tightly bound and gagged by her hand brought out a side of herself that she was rarely able to share with others.



For as long as Amy could remember, she’d had a secret, dominant side and an interest in bondage. The first person that she’d ever felt safe telling her secret to growing up was her best friend, Lauren. It had been one of the most harrowing conversations of her life, but to her surprise, relief and great joy, she’d discovered that it was one of the many interests that she and Lauren had in common.



Having such a close friend that shared her attraction to girls instead of boys, as well as her interest in bondage was something Amy cherished greatly. Over the years, their friendship had helped them to support each other and to accept and embrace their kinkier fetishes and desires as important parts of themselves.



While she’d had an excellent partner to explore her curiosity about bondage, Amy realized early on that she and Lauren both preferred to be the one in charge. Amy wanted to have the girls she liked willingly submit to her, giving her their complete trust as she took them captive.



Through their own explorations and the help of Lauren’s amazing parents, they’d met other girls that shared their particular fetish. Some of them were Dommes like her, wanting to tie up and have girls all to themselves while there were others that longed to be bound. Some of those girls wanted nothing more than to submit to and be held captive by their Mistresses and even more of them enjoyed both taking and being captives themselves when the mood was right.



Many of the local girls would get together from time to time at one of the Domme’s houses to socialize. There, they could relax and feel secure knowing that they could all be open and honest with their kinks in that company. Some of the girls would play together as far as they were comfortable to in a public setting, and they’d all happily spend time teasing each other or talking away.



With a tiny pang of sadness, Amy recalled the sense of loneliness she’d felt in the past few years. At first, she’d enjoyed a few relationships with the submissive girls in the group, some of them serious and some just for fun. The thrill of having a girl helpless in her hands was incredible, and while they’d been enjoyable at the time, each relationship had gradually felt inexplicably empty.



While the girls she’d dated were cute and fun to a certain extent, Amy had been searching for something more. There was an emotional connection with her partners that was absent. These girls may have wanted her, but she didn’t need them. The part of her that longed to be a Mistress was also looking to find a girl that wanted more than simple binding, teasing and sexual release. She wanted to find a girl that she could want and need just as badly as they desired her.



None of the girls she’d met in the past few months had come close to sparking her interest until that fateful first day of classes. The brunette freshman had showed up with a curious arch of her eyebrow, peeking inside the room to make sure she’d found the right one before walking inside. Her twin ponytails had danced lightly behind her with each stride and she’d crossed the room with a dazzling, friendly smile to introduce herself as JoBeth Kelley.



Amy had started to doubt that she’d ever know when she found that one special person, but the feelings that crashed over her upon meeting JoBeth were a staggering indication. There was something about the friendly, upbeat girl that had immediately struck a powerful chord inside her. She was polite in a way that gave Amy a delightful chill while still managing to be spunky and amusing.



Being able to find girls she liked had been hard enough outside of her kinkier social circle, but Amy knew from the start that JoBeth was a girl that she wanted to spend more time with. That side of her that thrilled to be called ‘Mistress’ immediately connected with the younger brunette and she hoped that JoBeth could be more than just a student or a friend. For the first time in ages, she wanted to have someone as her lover.



After the rush of infatuation and desire had settled over her, one of the first thoughts that had run through her mind was how JoBeth would look in bondage. The thought of the girl bound in leather or ropes made her cheeks light up such a bright shade of red in class that her boss, the professor, had stopped lecture to ask if she was feeling alright.



As embarrassing as it had been at the time to be caught daydreaming like that, Amy had laughed off the notion with a deferent wave of her hand. She’d thanked her lucky stars that no one else could see her visions of the freshmen girl bound, gagged and longing for her. When the class moved on, she’d stolen a shy glance over at JoBeth only to find herself met with a smirk and a playful wink in return. Her heart had skipped a beat, and Amy knew that there was already something special between them.



She’d lost track of how many nights since then that she’d drifted off to sleep wondering what life would be like if JoBeth liked her, and shared her interest in bondage. Just imagining having the girl there with her in her bedroom had her sexually frustrated in a way that she’d been unable to satisfy, no matter how hard she’d tried.



When she saw JoBeth each morning in class, it took her considerable force of will not to fall into a blushing fit of giggles. Her ideas ranged from the sweet to the devilishly naughty, and it was difficult to resist the urge to lead JoBeth into a private corner and let her passions run free. They were sharing an illicit affair in her fantasies, and it was far too exhilarating to fully banish the thoughts.



Trying in vain to get comfortable, Amy shifted on the couch a bit before settling again on her side. She curled into the throw pillow leaning up against the arm of the couch, and with a soft sigh, gazed at the pictures spread out before her. Her cheeks lit up in a soft shade of pink and she couldn’t help starting to feel aroused. Her dominant side was certain that JoBeth could be her partner in love, and also her willing submissive.



“Oh, not again…” Amy whispered plaintively under her breath. With a sharp shake of her head, she reminded herself that any relationship with the freshman, one of her own students, was impossible. Amy had let her fantasies get ahead of practicality and she’d kept finding new ways to amplify her sexual frustration without even knowing if JoBeth would be open to exploring bondage at all. More importantly, she wasn\'t even sure if the freshman was into other girls.



There had been small physical clues that Amy had picked up on in class. The shy smiles, JoBeth’s playful winks and how she always seemed to find a reason to stand close to her when they found time to talk all suggested that, just maybe, JoBeth liked her. The girl had a personality that hadn’t ceased to surprise and appeal to Amy both personally and intellectually, but how JoBeth would feel about Amy’s love and passion for bondage was another matter entirely.



Subtle hints of leather in the form of buckle bracelets, belts and boots would appear in the younger girl’s wardrobe from time to time. Of them all, the single greatest tease was the collar that graced JoBeth’s neck. It drove Amy wild that JoBeth might have a kinkier side to herself, and their time together two nights ago suggested that she’d be open to exploring it.



When she could be certain that no one was looking in class, Amy daydreamed of how it would feel to softly curl a collar around JoBeth’s slender neck herself. She wanted to graze her fingertips lightly against JoBeth’s skin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the girl as her Mistress secured the buckle.



The little signals that pointed towards JoBeth wanting her as well were growing more and more obvious by the day. It had become extremely difficult to resist the temptation to give in and just tell the girl, but Amy forced herself to suppress what had become a fervent desire. Everything suggested that they\'d be perfect for each other, but as long as she was JoBeth’s teacher, Amy feared that it just wouldn’t be possible.



With a soft and longing sigh, Amy let her gaze drift back to the pictures that lay spread out on the coffee table. She’d snapped several just before she’d woken the bound JoBeth from her nap and the rest after she’d laced and locked the tight leather hood over JoBeth’s entrancing features. Taken on one of the most exhilarating nights of her life, the pictures were already among her most treasured possessions, and were her secret connection to a girl she could only fantasize about.



She couldn’t remember how long she’d stood transfixed in front of the stretcher that she’d cuffed JoBeth to, simply watching the adorable freshman sleep. The sight of the girl she’d been crushing on all bound up like something out of her wildest fantasies had nearly been too much for her to take. Given the chance, she would have spent hours with JoBeth, and in a perfect world, she would have thrown the seemingly willing girl over her shoulder and taken her someplace that they would be alone together. There, she could have found out if her dreams really had come true.



While she\'d taken a small measure of pride in her ability to fight back the strongest of her desires for the past few weeks, Amy kept thinking about the one thing she had allowed herself to do. Her fingers subconsciously rose up to brush against the small, private smile that danced over her lips. Amy shivered with an echo of the rush she’d felt when JoBeth had obediently closed her eyes.



JoBeth had given her complete control and Amy had felt honored at how quickly she’d earned the girl’s trust. The rest of the room had dropped away around them at the time, joined by a blissful haze that settled over her while she’d caressed JoBeth’s cheek. Slowly, she’d pulled the unresisting girl into a warm embrace and they’d shared their first incredibly passionate kiss.



A soft moan escaped Amy’s lips, and her cheeks reddened slightly. The memory of the kiss was still vivid enough to leave her breathless two days later. Amy tightened her grip on the pillow and tried to resist the insistent warmth that was growing inside her, but JoBeth was simply impossible to ignore.



The easy rise and fall of her captive’s chest under the straightjacket had assured Amy that JoBeth was able to handle the bondage she’d been placed in. She seemed content and almost happy to be held in its embrace, exploring her newly imposed limits but never struggling against them. In both the pictures and her own memories, Amy’s eyes followed the smooth arc of the younger girl’s hips and waist, her movements had only added to her desire to touch, hold, possess and explore every inch of JoBeth’s body.



The material of the straightjacket stretched exquisitely tight over the younger girl’s chest, holding her arms securely around her. The straightjacket was one of her favorites, and one that she and Lauren had for years. Amy felt a twinge of sadness that she’d had to leave it behind, but she took comfort in knowing that, at the very least, she’d put it to a brilliant use on the girl she could have only dreamed of strapping in it. The straightjacket had held JoBeth in its own warm embrace and it clung to her every beautiful curve, but in the end, as always, it was JoBeth’s face that truly captivated her.



Before she’d gotten a glimpse of her personality, JoBeth had nearly floored her the first time she’d seen her with her looks alone. The girl’s body alone was something out of a dream, but it was her face that had her in love from the start.



JoBeth had a curious, amused smile that made Amy just want to grab her, hold her and keep her all to herself. Her nose had a cute, slight upturn at the tip, and a pair of deep green eyes that she wanted to lose herself in for hours on end. They shone bright over her soft, luscious red lips that screamed for Amy to meet them with her own.



Seeing the freshman’s lips parted by the soft rubber ball and how the leather straps of the ballgag pressed firmly against JoBeth’s cheeks would have buckled her knees had she not been sitting down on the stretcher. She’d barely been able to keep control at the time, but just seeing the girl of her dreams gagged in her photos brought back every bit of the exhilaration that Amy had felt coursing through her when she’d pulled the buckle tight behind her captive’s neck. It had been something she’d dreamed about daily for the past few weeks, but two nights ago, in a moment out of her wildest dreams, she’d been able to experience it.



JoBeth wore the gag more beautifully than she’d ever imagined, and Amy could swear that there were the traces of a faint smile around the red rubber ball. It rested firmly in her mouth, muffling her words into adorable sounds that Amy had been surprised to understand. It was as if she was more amused by the gag than deterred by it, and somehow that suited her. The girl was a force of nature, and Amy would be disappointed if a mere ballgag had been able to slow her down.



Amy felt a thrill at the idea that the gag could become a playful challenge. If she was able to find a way to tell JoBeth how she felt, and if by some miracle, JoBeth shared her kinky fetish, she would love nothing more to tease and play with the girl as she tried to find a gag that would completely muffle her adorable captive.



A bright smile danced across Amy’s lips as she imagined what sorts of games they’d play together where she would put JoBeth’s gags to the test and make her lover feel more kinds of pleasure than she’d even known possible. Her heart began to ache with a longing to match the one that had been growing deeper inside her and with a soft, blissful sigh, Amy turned back to look at the photos.



JoBeth’s auburn hair, tied in her usual pair of cute ponytails, fell gently against the pillow, framing her face as she slept. Amy wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out and caress JoBeth’s cheek and connect with her again. There had been an undeniable chemistry between them that night, and she had felt her noble desires for the helpless and seemingly innocent girl intensify past any hope she had to resist.



She wanted to be with JoBeth, to share herself and her life in exploring a relationship with this marvelous girl. The Domme in her felt something even more powerful. More than a desire, she needed to have the adorable brunette all to herself, and Amy found herself hoping against hope for the chance that this incredible girl might want to be hers both as an equal in a relationship, and also want to willingly submit to being her partner and her captive in bondage.



“Nnnnhh… My Jo…” Amy chuckled through shortened breaths, feeling her temperature rising as her fantasies expanded to what she’d want to do to JoBeth next. Her cheeks burned from both the embarrassment and thrill she felt at speaking the girl’s name. Just imagining that she was hers had become enough to get Amy’s passions smoldering.



Shifting slightly on the couch, she couldn’t help but begin to succumb once more to the longing that had kept her sexually frustrated for the past few weeks. Thinking about JoBeth herself, everything that they had done together just two nights ago, and everything that Amy wished they could be together let the unquenchable desire intensify and start to take over her body. Her hand wanted to wander down to where she could try and relieve some of her arousal, but Amy merely clutched the throw pillow harder, knowing full well that anything she’d done alone wouldn’t satisfy her.



Amy knew she needed a partner if she wanted any hope of true sexual release, and it couldn’t be just anyone. More than anything, she wanted JoBeth. She mused on the signals the brunette seemed to be sending her in class, wondering if she was reading too much into things and seeing something she wished was there, or if they really did mean something. Beyond the obvious physical attraction, Amy let herself bask the faintest hope that JoBeth was not just someone that she might share her own kinks and fetishes with.



For the first time and at first sight, JoBeth felt like someone that the woman in her could share her life with. After a long time being alone, Amy couldn’t help but revel in the thought that she’d found someone that she could connect with on every level she needed. Just maybe, there was a chance she could be with this girl that stimulated her physically, intellectually, and personally.



Every hope she held close to her heart was matched by an equally frightening doubt that JoBeth wouldn’t want anything to do with her. The odds that JoBeth would be into girls and bondage were seemingly astronomical, but Amy couldn’t deny the strange electricity between them just two nights before. She’d managed to bind JoBeth in one of her favorite straightjackets, gag her and even kiss what seemed like a very willing captive.



A smile curled up the corners of Amy’s lips and the blush burned bright on her cheeks as she thought back on the way that JoBeth had responded to being placed in bondage. At the outset, JoBeth had seemed startlingly open to what was happening to her and almost amused by it. She’d taken to being bound like a fish to water, and Amy remembered wanting nothing more than to just leave with the girl to take her home and keep all for herself as long as she could.



Amy had always taken pride in her strength of will, and she’d been able to fight off the most intense of her desires that night. Seeing how open JoBeth was to the bondage, and how comfortable she seemed to be with being bound and gagged added to the suddenly very real possibility that the girl of her dreams really did share an interest. The girl had even managed to fall asleep while bound, and that had to mean something.



She’d tried to make sure that JoBeth felt safe and comfortable in what was a dream for her, but easily something absolutely terrifying for someone else. JoBeth had taken everything in stride and even enjoyed her predicament, particularly the strap Amy had buckled tight between her legs.



It was something that had mesmerized her; she’d been completely unable to tear away. This girl that she’d had a hopeless crush on was there bound and gagged in a way that Amy had dreamed about in the past, and she was teasing her back. JoBeth had taken to her captivity so comfortably that she’d realized not only what it could offer her in terms of restriction, but what it offered her in pleasure. She connected with her Amy in the most viscerally erotic moment she had shared with anyone in years.



JoBeth’s piercing green eyes had locked with hers and in that moment, Amy had been bolted to the floor. She well knew that what JoBeth was doing with the straightjacket was making herself feel good, but judging by the way that the blushing freshman was looking at her, she wanted Amy to watch her. It had almost seemed like she was doing that to herself not just for herself, but for Amy.



“Hhhnnh…” Amy sighed, unable to contain the warm tingle inside her that had jumped tenfold at the thought. Her eyes danced quickly from picture to picture, and the memory of two nights ago set her heart racing. Her desires were beginning to reach a fever pitch and her tight grip on the throw pillow had started to weaken.

Amy shifted over on the couch to lie on her back, letting one leg slide off the seat. Her eyes were still locked on the pictures of the beautiful, bound JoBeth as her mind raced through a dozen different thoughts of her crush. She glanced quickly over at the clock on the far side of the living room to see that she still had an hour before she’d have to start the review session, and considering how aroused she was feeling, that left her plenty of time.



“My JoBeth…” Amy whispered, her lips curling up in a smile. Her hand slowly started to drift lower past her stomach and her fingers teased their way under the waistband of her yoga pants. The slightly embarrassed but incredibly aroused sensations were a brilliant tease and she could only hope she’d be able to relieve some of the oppressive sexual frustration that had taken over her life in an agonizingly good way Friday evening.



“Ahhhn…” she sighed, finding more than a hint of her arousal between her legs. A quiver rocketed up her spine when she grazed the tip of her finger over her soft lower lips. Her eyes were locked on the sight of the girl of her dreams and she strained to finally give into her desires when she heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock of the apartment door.



“Aaaaa-my!” a familiar voice rang out, sending an altogether different shiver down Amy’s spine. Her best and closest friend, returned from her shopping trip early, had just walked into the apartment.



“Lauren!” Amy squealed, pulling her hand unceremoniously out from under the waistline of her pants. She frantically reached over to the coffee table at the same time to gather the pictures she’d left scattered out there, but the sudden combination of movements had carried her past the point of no return and sent her sprawling off the couch mid-sentence. “You’re hom-aaah!”



“What the-” Lauren asked, trailing off. A slightly confused look crossing her features and she walked across the living room to find the source of the noise. Quickly, her confusion melted into obvious amusement when she peered over the back to the couch to find her blushing, flustered and goofily grinning best friend. “You alright there, Aims?” the raven-haired girl asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what it was that Amy was clutching shyly to her chest.



“Yeah,” Amy chuckled, crawling up and back onto the couch and tucking the pictures behind her. “I’m all kinds of fine.” she finished, unable to help but notice the chuckle that her roommate was trying to contain.



Lauren had always had a certain knack for timing and lately, things had been no different. She’d managed to have Lauren walk in on her several other times that weekend doing her best to relieve the frustration she’d felt building up inside her, and Amy knew that she was about to be caught up in a fair bit of teasing. “How was shopping?” she asked, watching her friend drop her purse and a pair of bags onto the coffee table and praying that she could defer her friend’s attention.



“Found everything I wanted, so it was fine. But, really?” Lauren asked, sliding a small band off her wrist and pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. Once satisfied with how her dark locks fell daintily to end just above her shoulders, she looked back at Amy with an impish grin. “You think I’m going to forget what I just saw and let you skirt around the subject like that?” she continued, picking Amy’s feet up off the couch and holding them out of her way.



“I was kind of hoping so,” Amy replied sheepishly as Lauren slid around beneath her outstretched legs to sit down on the other end of the couch.



“Let me guess…” Lauren started, letting the ends of Amy’s legs drop down into her lap. “I just happened to interrupt a little bit of ‘Amy time’ again, didn’t I?” she asked mischievously.



Amy’s cheeks lit up a bright shade of crimson. “Uhm… Can I plead the fifth here?” Amy admitted, letting out a shy smile of her own.



“You could try,” her roommate laughed. “Careful you don’t bend those, though…” Lauren added with a playful wink and a gentle pat on Amy’s shin. A nod of her head in the direction of the now hidden pictures set her ponytail swinging gently and indicated exactly what she was referring to. “You probably don’t want to damage them so quickly...”



“God, am I that obvious?” Amy moaned resignedly, burying her face behind the throw pillow. Lauren had been there for her since they’d first met in middle school as a constant and supportive friend. Amy was thankful to have someone so caring in her life, but despite Lauren’s warm, reassuring touch on her legs, there was nothing that could allay her embarrassment.



“Just a little bit,” Lauren confirmed with a small chuckle. “Not like you haven’t had them right next to you the past two days straight. You’ve hardly let them out of your sight.”



“Would you?” Amy asked, arching her eyebrow slightly in plaintive curiosity and peering out from behind the pillow.



“You mean if I had pictures of the girl I was crushing hard on all tied up like that? Probably not,” Lauren grinned, settling back into the couch. “The instant I saw her, I knew exactly why you fell for her. She certainly is a little cutie,” the dark-haired girl agreed, nodding. Amy hadn’t been able to stop gushing about the girl on their drive back home that Friday night, and Lauren had agreed that not only was JoBeth adorable, but that she’d taken to the bondage brilliantly. “Just seeing you two together was something incredible.”



Amy’s cheeks flushed pink and her lips curled into a grin. “You think so?” she asked.



“There’s no way that she wasn’t just as into it as you. There were sparks flying all over that room, Aims,” Lauren confirmed, locking her gaze with Amy’s. “I haven’t seen you like that in two years, babe. If ever…” she said, her tone shifting into absolute certainty.



“I…” Amy started, searching to find the right words while her pulse pounded in her ears. “I haven’t felt this way in years, Lauren,” Amy replied after a short moment. “I really, really like her.”



Lauren’s face lit up in a loving smile. “I know you do, sweetie…” she cooed. “So tell me again why you aren’t over at her place right now, telling her all about it?”



“Are you kidding?” Amy scoffed, her embarrassment roaring up inside her.



“Nope,” Lauren said simply. “Not in the least.”



“What am I supposed to do about it?” Amy asked incredulously. “Just walk up to her dorm room, knock on the door and say, ‘Hi JoBeth, it’s me, Amy, your TA from English! We ran into each other a few nights ago and I tied you up for a half a day! Now, I really, really like you, so, I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?’”



A laugh slipped past Lauren’s lips as she watched Amy drop the pillow and pantomime her exasperated question. “Well, why not?” the dark-haired girl asked, shrugging her shoulders. “What’s wrong with that?”



Amy fixed Lauren with a frustrated look and began to list the same reasons that had been plaguing her from the moment she’d met JoBeth. “Well, to start, she’s my student. The school might call that a huge conflict of interest there if one of her TAs start hitting on her.”



“So what?” Lauren broke in, arching a curious eyebrow. “There’s nothing anyone can do about it if she wants to go out with you too.”



“And what if she decides to report us to the police? That job you had us on could easily be construed as very weird…” Amy shook her head sadly. “There’s no way, Lauren…” she sighed, feeling the chorus of doubts inside her grow louder.



“Amy,” Lauren said sternly, reaching over to take Amy’s cheek gently with her hand. “Look at me, hon…” she trailed off, waiting until Amy’s deep blue eyes rose to meet her own.



“Yeah?” Amy asked quietly, trying not to sink into another small bout of frustrated dejection.



“First off, we were packing things. That’s not illegal,” Lauren started, her tender tone putting Amy closer to at ease.



“That’s a fair point… But tying someone up against their will is kind of a cause for concern,” the blonde girl pointed out.



“Amy, I saw you with her. And more importantly, I saw how she was reacting to you,” Lauren countered. JoBeth’s body language alone had spoken volumes to her as she’d helped Amy bind the younger girl. “She was hardly resisting what you two were doing…”



“I don’t know…” Amy chuckled softly, a small smile cracking her worried expression.



“I was there with you, goofball,” Lauren said jokingly. “She was tied up, she kissed you back, and she was even trying to seduce you, Aims,” Lauren finished matter-of-factly. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips when she remembered how mysteriously dumbfounded Amy had been several times on Friday night. “You were staring at her when she was, so I know you saw it.”



“You thought so too?” Amy giggled quietly, peering out from behind her bangs. The eye contact with JoBeth alone had gotten Amy excited in ways she hadn’t felt in ages, and she felt an echo of that tingle that had so completely thrilled her a few nights before.



“I know so,” Lauren confirmed. “I said it before; there were sparks flying around the room. You two had some magic going between you, and it was more than just her obvious submissive side.”



“Obvious?” Amy asked, her brow furrowing.



“Very,” Lauren smiled widely. “You’re so flustered by your crush and being afraid you can’t say anything or that she doesn’t like you back. You’re having trouble seeing it, but after watching you two, she’s into you in pretty much every way she could be,” she explained, letting her hand fall from Amy’s rapidly brightening cheek to rest gently on her knee.



“And that kiss… I thought that JoBeth wanted you from the start with how she was looking at you, and into those eyes of yours…” Lauren trailed off, knowing full well how many girls in the past had gotten temporarily lost in Amy’s deep blue gaze. “Then when you had her fully tied up? No matter how you looked at it, girl, she liked what you two were doing together,” the dark haired girl finished with a suggestive pat on Amy’s thigh.



“You really think she is?” Amy asked, her own lips curling into a smile. The faint hope that gleamed inside her strengthened with Lauren’s comforting reassurance. Times like these, where Lauren was able to make her feel better, were exactly why the dark-haired girl was her best friend.



“I really do,” Lauren said with complete certainty. “Just like how I know you’re still horny as hell here thinking about her,” she teased, ducking out of the way as Amy swung the throw pillow at her.



“Oh, you shut up!” Amy protested though a laugh. The somber mood that had settled over them turned back into their usual pleasant state.



“JoBeth likes you, Amy. I know it,” Lauren reiterated what she knew had to be true. There were precious few things that made Lauren happier than when her best friend was happy. Being stuck watching Amy agonize over being unable to do anything about her feelings had been particularly horrible. After what had happened earlier in the weekend, she knew she’d have to step in to help.



The blonde girl smiled brightly, hugging the thrown pillow against her chest. “Thanks, Lauren…” she sighed. “But I still don’t know… I mean, how am I supposed to talk to her without being all creepy?”



“Be yourself,” Lauren answered. It had been so long since her best friend had someone special, and after talking to the cute and amusing brunette two nights ago, even she knew that JoBeth was the one for Amy. “Something tells me that she’ll be into that.”



“We’ll see,” Amy laughed, taking a quick glance over at the clock hanging over the television. “But before all that, I’ve got to get ready for that review session!”



“What, you don’t want to teach in the same panties you played with yourself in?” Lauren asked mischievously after Amy swung her legs onto the living room floor. Her comment earned her another small laugh and a playful swat from the throw pillow.



“Don’t be gross,” Amy replied, standing up off the couch and tossing the throw pillow onto her best friend’s lap. “I need to teach in 25 minutes, and I can’t be thinking dirty thoughts!”



Lauren’s face contorted into a cheshire grin. “The moment you see your sexy little pony-tailed brunette again, you’ll only be thinking dirty thoughts…”



“Lauren!” Amy protested, her cheeks lighting up another bright shade of pink. She knew full well that if JoBeth walked into the review session, all bets were off. Thoughts of having the girl bound and gagged, or just being able to wrap the younger girl in a warm embrace had tormented her since Friday. Being in the same room with her again would be something else entirely.



“You already know I’ll be thinking dirty thoughts about her,” the blonde girl confessed, stopping to look back at Lauren from her bedroom doorway. “I’ve got to brace myself or something for it, Lauren. I want her bad…”



“I know, sweetie… So tell her, already,” Lauren suggested with a smile. She knew how much Amy wanted to tell JoBeth, if she could only get past her doubts. “You could ask if she’ll talk to you after the review session thing, or something,” she continued, hoping to keep Amy moving towards being able to finally admit the feelings she’d been holding inside her for weeks.



“I’ll…” Amy paused, leaning against the doorframe. For every thought she had of how amazing it would be to be able to be with and go out with JoBeth, there were two others that tried their best to convince her to stay silent. “I’ll think about it… It’s not as easy as I want it to be,” she explained, a distant look in her eyes.



“Nothing worth it ever is, Aims,” Lauren observed, tucking her legs up underneath her on the couch. “That’s why she’s special, right?” she asked, giving Amy a suggestive wink and a bright grin.



“I hope so,” Amy chuckled, letting a shy smile slip across her features. “Lauren, the Domme part of me wants to tie her up, play with her and make her feel good in ways she’s never imagined…” she trailed off, her blush glowing beyond her cheeks.



“Sounds like it’d be an incredible time for you both, you dirty girl,” Lauren teased.



Amy broke into a chuckle, nodding slightly. “But after that?” she asked, pausing to steel herself for what she was about to say. “I want talk to her all night long about anything and everything we can think of…” she continued before the small, wonderful but forbidden thought in the back of her mind rose up once more.



She’d thought about it nearly from the moment she knew that she liked JoBeth, and even more since the magic that had happened a few nights prior. Amy felt a powerful interest in what it would be like to have the first thing she saw each morning be the smiling face of the adorable, beautiful brunette.

“And?” a curious Lauren asked, snapping Amy out of her momentary reverie.



“And to wake up next to her smiling face every morning…” she said quietly with an embarrassed grin, finally giving voice to her deepest desires. A blissful shudder washed over her body and she couldn’t help to wonder if that feeling would be something close to what paradise would be like.



Lauren’s face lit up with a wide smile and a mischievous glint shone in her eye. “Stalker,” she teased before giving a playful giggle.



“Am not!” Amy protested, rising to her full height in defense.



“I know,” Lauren agreed. Amy was the sweetest friend she’d ever had, especially when it came to the objects of her affection. “Truthfully?” she asked rhetorically, her expression shifting into a more serious tone. The dark-haired girl felt a warm glow over her own body as she heard a pure passion behind her best friend’s secret desires that she’d never heard from Amy before. “I don’t know a girl alive that wouldn’t want that with someone like you,” Lauren finished cheerfully.



The bright smile returned to Amy’s lips as she looked shyly away for a moment, shifting her weight idly from one foot to the other. “A girl can dream, can’t she?” Amy asked wistfully, her hands finding their way to her pockets and shrugging her shoulders.



“Aw, Aims…” Lauren sighed, standing up off the couch to walk over to where Amy stood. Wrapping the slightly taller girl up in an embrace, she gave the blonde a squeeze. Every fiber of her being hoped that Amy would find a way to get over her doubts and talk to JoBeth. “She’ll say yes, I know it,” she offered sweetly. After seeing the girls together herself, Lauren was ready to support and encourage her best friend however she could in pursuing a girl she might be able to share her life with.



“Lauren…” Amy laughed, wrapping her own arms around her closest, treasured confident. The girl was more than a sister to her; she was the greatest friend she could ever ask for. “I know I’ve said it a few times this weekend, but thanks for being you,” she said, resting her head gently against Lauren’s. “And thanks for listening to all this…”



“Well, there is an easy way for you to repay me,” Lauren said, letting the hug loosen to stand back and look Amy in the eyes. Her eyebrow arched suggestively and a wide grin shone across her face, an unmistakably mischievous glint in her deep brown eyes.



“Uh oh,” the blonde laughed nervously. “How’s that?” Amy asked after a momentary pause, brushing a few stray strands of hair off her face and arching a skeptical eyebrow of her own. She knew exactly where this was going, and Lauren wouldn’t listen to her deny it, no matter what excuse or reason she could offer.



“Tell JoBeth what you told me, alright?” the dark-haired girl asked sweetly, lightly tapping her finger on the tip of Amy’s nose. “I think she’ll really like hearing it.”



“I’ll… try Lauren,” Amy replied. She couldn’t help a smirk, flinching playfully away from Lauren’s tap. “But you know it’s complicated. I…” she trailed off, looking away for the slightest moment. “I can’t promise anything, but you know I’ll be thinking about it…”



“Oh, just do it, Aims!” Lauren retorted. Her hands found their way to her hips and she fixed Amy with a resolute stare. “If you let her slip away and end up never seeing her again after this semester, I’m going to beat you up.”



“I’d like to see you try,” Amy said, breaking out into a small laugh that melted Lauren’s expression into a smile. Her dark haired roommate always did have ways of helping her to relax when she got too wound up, and with everything going on about JoBeth, she’d certainly been living up to her wonderful reputation.



A warm smile set over her lips and Amy did feel a little better knowing that she had her best friend’s full support if the time came to it, but that would be a matter for another time. No matter what she felt and despite how badly the sexual frustration she still felt tormented her, there was no way she could talk to her so quickly after what had happened on Friday. The last thing that she needed to do was scare off JoBeth from any possibility of exploring something more.



With a quick glance back at the clock, another set of worries rose inside her, entirely unrelated to the ones that had been plaguing her for days. “Crap…” Amy whispered under her breath, her face paling slightly. The review session she had to lead was rapidly approaching, and she needed to get herself looking presentable both for class, and more importantly, for JoBeth.



“You’ve got to get ready,” Lauren observed, giving a slight nod. “Go!” she exclaimed, giving Amy a playful swat to her behind as the blonde hurriedly turned to disappear back into her bedroom.



“Hey!” Amy protested though a small chuckle, heading quickly over to her closet. “Evil woman,” she accused, turning to stick her tongue out at Lauren before crossing her bedroom to start her search through her closet.



“Yeah, but you love me for it,” Lauren replied, grinning on her way back to the couch.



“Sometimes,” Amy said, running a hand through her hair. After their last encounter Friday night, she’d been thinking all weekend about what to wear for the first time she might see JoBeth again but still had yet to come to a decision. “Lauren, I have no idea what to wear…” she sighed, pushing a few sweaters off to one side to try and narrow her selection down.



“Wear something sexy!” Lauren suggested from the living room, less than usefully. A chuckle was evident in her voice. Her best friend’s timing was as impeccable as ever, coming at the exact moment her gaze fell on her collection of leather and latex clothing that hung to one side of the closet.



“Not helping,” Amy called out in a sing-song voice, her cheeks lit up with a small blush. “And that’s not helping either…” she muttered to herself, the warm tingling sensation between her legs leaping back to life.



“Not again…” the blonde moaned softly. The sexual frustration she’d been tormented by was even more intense than any she’d ever dealt with before, and Amy knew that there would be only one girl that could help her take care of it quickly. Small fantasies about being able to wear some of that clothing again around JoBeth set her heart racing until, with a small shake of her head, she pushed the dirty thoughts and the fetish-oriented clothing off to the side.



Spotting one of her favorite tight v-neck tops, Amy remembered that she’d spotted JoBeth gazing at her almost longingly in class the last time she’d worn it. “Here we go,” Amy mused, her lips curling into a smile. Until she could figure out how to approach the girl safely, at the very least, she wanted to look good for JoBeth.



Amy didn’t particularly like to bare a lot of skin as she dressed, preferring to leave that to others’ imaginations considering her capacity as a teacher, but she still wanted to dress in a way that would attract the notice of the object of her affections. Dressing up was the one thing that she could do to tease the girl she had a crush on, and there had been a few times in class that Amy had caught JoBeth gazing her, unaware that she’d been spotted. Being under JoBeth’s had never failed to get her pulse racing, and after gauging JoBeth’s reactions to her over the past few weeks, she’d tried to hone in on what she thought the freshman girl liked to see her wearing.



Grabbing the top off its hanger, Amy snared a matching tank top to wear beneath it and pair of jeans to put together an ensemble that she hoped would get JoBeth’s attention. She darted away from the closet and across the apartment, heading towards their bathroom to finally start getting ready.



“You found something?” Lauren asked, arching a curious eyebrow after spotting the clothes tucked over Amy’s arm.



“Yup,” Amy grinned, stopping for a moment to show Lauren her outfit.



Lauren spotted the tight sweater and jeans and flashed her best friend a bright grin. The girl was trying the best way she felt safe doing to attract JoBeth, and that was a good sign. “That’a girl, Aims,” Lauren approved. “Now you hurry up in there,” the dark haired girl said, watching Amy disappear behind the closed bathroom door.



“I’m hurrying, already,” Amy replied through the door. “How much time do I have left?”



“Time enough to get your hot self looking even better for lil’ Miss JoBeth,” Lauren teased.



“I can dream,” Amy said, draping her outfit over an empty towel rack and letting a small laugh slip out at her best friend’s vote of confidence. After a moment’s pause to figure out what she needed and a few clanking sounds while she fiddled with the different bottles that lay scattered around her medicine cabinet, she finally got started cleaning herself up. “I’m going to be so absurdly late,” the blonde sighed resignedly.



“Oh, hush, you,” Lauren huffed, putting the brakes on Amy’s mild turn towards panic. “You’ve got plenty of time. So get ready and think about how you’re going to seduce JoBeth into coming over here tonight for you two to play already!”



“Yes Ma’am,” Amy chuckled, gazing into the mirror. As she touched up the little makeup she wore, her mind jumped between what she needed to cover in the review session and thoughts of the girl she hoped would be there.



*End Chapter 2*