Chapter 2

Tabitha was small with dark blonde hair scraped back into a short pony-tail. She may have been fourteen but with no sign of a bust developing she could have passed for younger. She was attractive enough but her face would contort into scowl if she didn’t like something. Her outfit was typical of young teenage girl: a mismatch of styles but moderately in fashion for kids of her age. She was wearing a pair of black leggings under a short, bleached denim skirt, and a baggy bright red hoodie a little worse for wear—probably a hand-me-down from an older sibling given the way it hung off her.

In many ways the girl was unremarkable but for a reason Ariel couldn’t fathom she was the most exciting person she had ever met. The fact the girl called the woman a slag only added to Ariel’s mounting excitement.

“How do you want me to lick you?” Ariel asked, her voice quavering a little.

“You forgot the word please,” said Tabitha, her voice cold.

“Sorry. I meant; how should I please lick you?”

“Better, cunt,” said the girl.

Ariel blinked. “You want me to lick your cunt?”

Tabitha snorted a laugh. “You are a fucking idiot, woman. Of course, I want you to lick my cunt. But to help you out because you are so thick, that was what I was calling you. You ever been called that before?”

“No, um ... I hadn’t been called a slag either.”

“Get used to it, because you are everything I am gonna call you, bitch.”

Ariel’s heart picked up the pace. Did the girl really want to do all this to her again? Maybe somewhere nicer than the back of the shopping mall, hopefully. A hotel room, with the windows open and the curtains blowing in the breeze. In bed with a girl who knew what to do. How romantic— Tabitha’s voice interrupted the fantasy. “Anyway, let’s go. I got a coke waiting for me. So better get a move on with licking me.” At that the girl turned, bent and hoisted up her denim skirt so her small, perfect bum was offered to the woman. A pair of yellow knickers was vaguely visible through the taut weave of the dark though slightly stretched leggings.

“Shall I pull your leggings down, please?” Ariel asked as she squatted behind the teenage girl. She wanted to put her hands on the girl’s slender hips, but she reasoned that would take permission.

“Fuck no!” Tabitha scowled over her shoulder. “I don’t know where that filthy tongue of yours has been. You can only do that when I’ve scrubbed it. You’re gonna lick my bum and puss through my leggings and knickers. But make sure you do it good or I won’t spit in your mouth afterwards. Got it?”

Ariel gulped. This was almost too much, but satisfying in a way she wouldn’t have considered even an hour ago. She had no idea what the girl would feel through two layers of fabric but the woman dutifully lowered her head to the girl’s rear. As she did so the girl farted, a wet, rippling sound that made Tabitha gurgle a laugh. “There you go bitch, breathe it in.”

Ariel wrinkled her nose. This was revolting but she understood this was how it had to be. Her challenge was to make Tabitha feel something of her tongue through the stretched, slightly smelly material. It seemed little unfair in that Ariel had never actually used her tongue on a woman before (she hated giving her husband a blow job, and anyway these days he didn’t seem bothered, which was a relief), but this was a test. One the woman was determined to pass.

Ariel nuzzled her face up to the girl’s bum and pushed her tongue against the fabric. She prayed the girl wouldn’t fart again but what could she do? She would have to breathe it in, maybe even thank the girl for letting off. That would be the proper thing to do, she decided.

Her nose pushed into the crease of the girl’s rear, her tongue working hard against the leggings. Saliva dribbled from her mouth as she made her tongue into a narrow-pointed shape, but not so much as to lose the flexibility of the lick. She worked her tongue frantically, ignoring a smaller second fart, praying the teen girl would moan and say, “That’s it! Keep doing that!”

But Tabitha was made of sterner stuff and stayed silent.

Ariel reached down between her splayed legs and under her skirt. She began rubbing herself through her tights and knickers, hoping this was akin to what the girl was feeling. If nothing else, it was pleasurable doing that for herself: she resolved to be less church-orientated and sober-minded and play with herself more often.

Without warning Tabitha spun round, almost making sit on the floor. She still had her hand between her legs as she sat back.

“You fucking nasty slut,” snapped the girl. “Did I tell you that you could play with yourself?”

Ariel snatched her hand away. “Um, no ... I just thought—”

“Don’t think, cunt! If I wanted someone who would think I’d find a woman without shit for brains. Now get you hand away from yourself or I will tie them behind you.”

“How?” Ariel asked, and then regretted it.

“Oh, smart-arse hey? I’ll show you, take your bra off and give it to me,” frowned Tabitha.

Ariel hesitated but the look on the girl’s face told her to obey. She shed her coat and jumper and tempted though she was to fold them neatly she hurriedly dropped them by her side, swiftly unclipping her bra. The air felt colder on her exposed torso and her already hard nipples were aching with both the cold and the excitement of the situation.

Tabitha snatched the bra from the woman’s hand as soon she offered it. “Hands behind you, cunt-face, wrists crossed,” came the order.

Ariel did as she was told, getting into a squat with wrists crossed behind her. She could immediately feel the strain of the position; the woman always regarded herself as being moderately fit but there were some positions that were anything but natural when protracted—and Tabitha wasn’t in any hurry. The girl regarded the woman, called her a few names and then came around the back of her and secured Ariel’s hands out of the way, winding the bra round her wrists in a figure of eight and clipping it closed. Ariel was helpless and her slit was gushing already. Her knickers wouldn’t be able to hold it all. Surely Tabitha could smell the outpouring, thought Ariel. Please, she added.