Chapter 3

A few days later, as the final bell rang, Ms. Pembroke watched her schoolgirl pupils file out. Her gaze lingered on Elena, a blonde student with a mischievous streak, who darted past her, gum snapping, skirt scandalously short. Ms. Pembroke tutted in disapproval, though she had quite enjoyed the expanse of flesh the young teenager had shown to her throughout the class, as well as the flash of mint green between her legs repeatedly as she had carelessly revealed her panties between her legs to her teacher.

Sarah Saad, on the other hand, lingered in the classroom. She glanced at Ms Pembroke, who was tidying her desk with her usual precision. Feeling nervous about approaching her favorite teacher, she kept trying to catch her eye as she walked out.

“Sarah?” Ms Pembroke arched her eyebrow. “Is everything all right?” She had been expecting her to approach about the result of their talk earlier that week and smiled at her pretty brown eyes.

Sarah hesitated, then nodded, her curly brown hair bouncing slightly. “Yeah, I just ... wanted to tell you something.” She fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, her dark eyes darting to the floor before meeting her teacher’s gaze.

“Of course. What’s on your mind?”

Taking a deep breath, Sarah blurted out, “Social services came to our house yesterday.” She paused, watching Ms. Pembroke’s reaction.

“And?” Ms Pembroke prompted gently. She wondered if Sarah might be taken into care. Such a shame, a pretty girl, put into even more vulnerable circumstances... “My dad ... he seemed to cool off on the idea of sending me to Egypt,” Sarah continued, a small smile forming. “He said he thought I was being too ... um, sexualized here. But after talking to them, he seemed ... different. Less angry.”

Ms Pembroke nodded but couldn’t help sympathizing with Mr. Saad, remembering some of Sarah’s classmates. She thought that perhaps her father had watched Sarah in her short skirt, bare legs, and growing curves and had the same naughty thoughts she did.

“That’s good to hear, Sarah. It sounds like he’s starting to listen. But you know you can always talk to me if you feel unsafe or unsure about anything, right?”

Sarah’s smile widened. “I know. Thank you, Ms. Pembroke. You’re the best.”

Her teacher straightened up, her prim demeanor returning as she gave Sarah a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’re a strong girl, Sarah. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. Now, go on home, and remember—I’m here if you need me.”

As Sarah exited the classroom, Ms. Pembroke’s gaze lingered on the sway of her plaid skirt as it hugged her hips. She bit her lip at the imagining of Sarah’s wedding night in Egypt with some man 20 years older than her, envisioning the shock and wonder in those deep brown eyes when the young girl would experience the raw sensation of a cock pressing into the tight, untouched space between her legs.

---------- Later that evening, Edith Pembroke found herself at the wine bar, seated across from Jenny. Blue hair and a septum ring, her vest and jeans gave her a casual yet edgy look. Edith, in contrast, was impeccably dressed in a tailored blouse and slacks, her dyed white hair hanging down loosely—her only concession to the casualness of an online date.

Jenny sipped her craft beer, her eyes flicking up to meet Edith’s. “So,” she began, her tone playful but with an undercurrent of nervousness, “a teacher, huh? That’s ... kind of hot.”

Edith raised an eyebrow and smiled at the girl. “Is it now? I suppose I should be flattered.”

Jenny laughed, resting her chin on her hand. “I mean, you’ve got that whole ... commanding thing going on. It’s hard not to notice.”

Edith’s gaze sharpened, her voice low and measured. “And you, Jenny, seem to enjoy testing boundaries. Blue hair, piercings, the whole ... rebellious aesthetic. And here you are with me. I’m 25 years older than you. I think we both know you’re a lost little girl looking for a firm hand.” She smiled naughtily.

Jenny shrugged, her confidence wavering slightly under Edith’s scrutiny. “Maybe I just like variety. Besides, I think you’re more interesting than you let on.”

Edith tilted her head, studying Jenny, wishing she had not ruined that pretty blue-eyed face with the tattoo on her neck and shoulders. “Oh? And what makes you say that?”

Jenny hesitated, then smirked. “Call it a hunch. You’ve got this ... vibe...”

Edith smiled sternly, taking a sip of her wine. “Perhaps you’re right. But I’m not one to reveal all my cards at once, young lady.”

The conversation flowed, and Ms. Pembroke soon found that Jenny was, at heart, a lost little girl trying to make up for an absent father and an empty life, throwing herself into one thing after another.

“You’re a passionate young woman,” Edith observed, swirling the last sip of wine in her glass. “But passion without direction can be ... chaotic. I think you need a guiding hand. Maybe to guide ... maybe to correct you.”

Jenny giggled, her fingers tracing the rim of her beer glass as she leaned in slightly. “Maybe you’re right ... Miss Pembroke.”

Edith tilted her head, waiting for Jenny to say more. The younger woman played with chain around her neck, glancing up at Edith through her lashes. “You know ... I don’t have to get up tomorrow...”

Edith smirked, “lazy girl, let’s see if I can put that young body of yours work then.”

Jenny leaned in a little closer, her breath warm against Edith’s ear. “Yes please, miss!”

Edith held her gaze for a lingering moment before reaching for her coat and standing up, towering over the petite Jenny. “My place, now, come on girl snap to it.”

Jenny’s confidence and self-control melted away beneath the weight of Edith’s commanding presence. A thrill coursed through her as she nodded eagerly, ready to surrender to whatever came next.

---------- The two women stepped out of the wine bar, Edith Pembroke pulled on a beret and scarf while they waited, giggling together until the taxi pulled up. They slid into the back seat, paying no attention to the driver, an older man with a long beard.

Jenny was in awe of the older woman as they walked, noticing how much taller she was—so self-assured, so beautiful despite her advancing years. In the back of the taxi, she placed her hand on Edith Pembroke’s thigh, tracing along the smooth fabric of her smart black slacks. Slowly, she slid her fingers up the inside of her thigh and turned to her.

“You are so ... hot, Edith,” she murmured.

Edith giggled, though there was a warning in her eyes. “I think we should wait...”

Jenny ignored her hesitation and pressed a kiss to the older woman’s mouth, then grabbed Edith’s hand and brought it to her breast. Edith felt her light, perky breast through the fabric of her vest—no bra—her nipple rock hard.

“Goodness” sighed Edith.

Suddenly, the taxi came to a screeching halt. The driver turned to them, his face twisted in anger.

“Fucking degenerate whores!” he spat, his voice dripping with disgust. “Get out of my taxi! If we weren’t in the middle of town, I’d take you out and thrash both of you—heathen, disgusting pigs!”

“Fuck you, you bigoted bastard!” Jenny shouted.

Edith Pembroke froze. She didn’t want a confrontation with this man, and she also recognized him—it was Karim Saad, Sarah Saad’s father. He hadn’t recognized her so far, and she didn’t want him to.

“Lesbian bitch, you should be fucking killed if I had my way!” he snarled, getting out of the taxi and yanking open the passenger door.

“Sir, I will call the police unless you allow us to leave, get another taxi, and go on your way,” Edith said firmly from the far side, keeping her face turned away. She knew Karim had a terrible temper.

Karim focused instead on Jenny, her septum ring glinting, her eyes flaring at him angrily. He wanted to both beat her and fuck her.

“Fuck off then” said Karim, spitting on the ground.

---------- Later, at the house, Jenny was still reeling from the situation with the taxi driver, and the story Edith had told her, about his daughter and her predicament.

“Are you all right?” Edith asked, her voice gentle but firm. “That man is going to come to a sticky end sooner or later, don’t worry.”

Jenny nodded, though her hands were still trembling slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. That guy was just ... a total asshole.”

Edith ran a hand down Jenny’s back; her vest was soaked with sweat. “Not everyone is as open-minded as we’d like them to be.”

Jenny looked up at Edith, her blue eyes wide and searching. “Do you ever get scared? I mean, being ... you know, who you are, in a world like this?”

“You’re sweating,” Edith remarked, her voice low and smooth as she stepped closer. “But you smell nice.”

Jenny laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a very good thing,” Edith said, “if you smell good, it means you will taste good.”

Jenny’s breath hitched at Edith’s words, her cheeks flushing even deeper. “Taste good?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Edith grinned with desire, and ran her hand up her vest over her stomach, and between her breasts. “Yes- you are so young, Jenny, you’ve so much to learn.”

Jenny’s smiled back nervously, “I’m not that young, I’m willing to learn ... if you’re willing to teach me.”

Edith’s eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and something darker as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tablet of MDMA. “Here,” she said, popping one into her own mouth, swallowing, and then placing a second on her tongue. She cupped Jenny’s cheeks, her grip firm, and leaned in, pressing her lips to Jenny’s.

Jenny’s eyes widened in surprise as Edith’s tongue pushed the tablet into her mouth. She swallowed, the bitter taste lingering on her tongue as she kissed Edith back, her hands gripping the older woman’s shoulders for support.

“Thanks,” Jenny murmured when they finally pulled apart, her voice shaky. “You’re always so ... in control. It’s kind of intimidating.”

Edith tracing the line of Jenny’s jaw. “Good, so just do what I tell you.”

Jenny smiled nervously. “I just ... I want to keep up with you.”

Edith’s finger traced the outline of Jenny’s hard nipple through the fabric of her vest. “You can start by taking this off,” she instructed.

Jenny’s felt a shiver run down her spine, as she reached for the hem of her vest. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled it over her head, revealing her bare breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air of the room.

Edith admired Jenny’s youthful body, her gaze lingering on the curves and contours that seemed to glow with vitality. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm.

Jenny blushed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She locked eyes with Edith, who gazed down at her. One of Edith’s hands pinched her nipple while the other explored her mouth, brushing against her teeth. The hand, now wet with her saliva, moved down her body, slipped into her waistband, and ventured between her legs.