A Friendly Game

Diego was a virgin, which was one of the many things he'd confided in Daisy during their conversation at the diner. It was also another thing she had contemplated on her walk with Cobey.

She thought about the first time she'd had sex: it hadn't been bad, but it had been awkward and rushed. She wanted to give Diego something better. As she was getting to know him, she felt the wonder that always came with discovering a new partner. But there was an extra tenderness with him, knowing she would be his first. She considered it a privilege, as well as a responsibility. He was giving her a lot of trust in many ways. She intended to honor that.

She also intended to enjoy it to the fullest. He was eager to please and she was going to teach him how to do that the right way from the start.

She slid back on the bed and pulled him up with her.

Diego's head was spinning as Ms. Carson lay down in front of him and directed him to just watch. He obediently knelt between her outstretched legs and didn't dare move, barely even to breathe.

She used the index and middle fingers of her left hand to spread her labia. "Here, Diego. This is the spot." His eyes were riveted on her as she lightly touched herself.

"It's better if it's a little lubricated." She reached down and her finger disappeared inside her briefly, then emerged glistening with her fluid. Diego let out a sigh. She touched herself again, rubbing the spot up and down and in tiny circles.

"Your turn," she said and pulled her hands away. He looked up, his soft brown eyes meeting hers.

"Yes, Domina." The gentle way he said the words made her shiver.

He looked down and focused on her pussy again. The lips were smooth and dark pink. He slowly slid his finger down the soft sides of her slit.

"Wow," he whispered. "It really is like flower petals"

"Flowers?" Daisy asked, intrigued. "Did you read that somewhere?"

"No, I'm just a Georgia O'Keeffe fan." He looked up grinning and met her gaze. "A math geek can't appreciate art?"

He was always saying something off the wall, making her laugh.

Her laughter quickly subsided into soft moans as he dipped two fingers inside of her. He slowly buried them completely in her and wiggled them, feeling her.

"Mmmmmmmm," he murmured.

She tensed her vagina muscles, giving his fingers a squeeze. "Oh!" He said in surprise. She was mesmerized, watching the expressions on his face as he explored her.

But she stopped looking at him, her eyes rolling up in her head, as he pulled his fingers out and touched her clitoris exactly as she'd shown him.

He rubbed her slowly. She felt everything between her legs begin to throb. "Faster," she asked, "Please, a little bit harder." He varied the rhythm and strength of his touch, delighting in seeing her body react and hearing her moans deepen.

Suddenly, she said, "Wait."

He froze.

She opened her eyes to look at him. "Diego...can you try it with your tongue?" He thought she blushed but it was hard to discern as her whole body was flushed and covered in a light sweat.

He leaned forward and kissed the swollen knot of flesh, which elicited more whimpers of pleasure from her. He began to suck on her, then tried to mimic with his tongue what he'd been doing with his fingers.

She pressed herself into him. "Fuuuuuck!" she cried out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Diego couldn't ask with his mouth full of her, but suspected he was doing okay from the amount of obscenities she was yelling. Her body was tensing and relaxing into him at the same time. Her taste and smell filled his senses.

He could feel her becoming more frenzied and tried to focus on keeping his tongue on the point. Once again, she ordered him to stop.

"Wait, not yet," she was breathing heavily, trying to calm herself. "Fuck, you're an amazing student."

"It's all in the teacher," he replied, his mouth grateful for a short break. He kept studying her, stroking the inside of her thighs and her belly. "The most beautiful teacher..."

"One more little lesson, then," she told him. "Put your fingers back inside me."

He was happy to oblige.

"On the front wall of my vagina, there's a ridge." He was savoring the chance to feel inside her again. "Can you find it?"

"Here?" he asked as she jumped a little, giving away that he had found it.

"Yes, there..." she squirmed as she instructed him. "Can you touch me there and continue with your mouth at the same time?"

He positioned his body to do what she'd asked. The tension started building again, she was crying out louder now, this time begging him NOT to stop.

"Just like that, please, don't stop!"

He was sure nothing in the world would have been able to make him stop in that moment. He felt her vagina walls begin to squeeze his fingers, involuntarily this time, before her back began to arch and she cried out. He felt his dick, which had been hard the whole time, begin to throb with excitement as Daisy reached her climax.

"Slow, slow..."

She was shuddering and he could still feel her spasms in his hand. He kept going, altering his pace.

She stopped moving and he thought it was over but she said, "Now, more on the inside..." His fingers, which were becoming intimately acquainted with her G-spot, kept moving inside her.

"Ooooooh!" he realized she was cumming again. "That's it, such a good boy, keep going!"

He was fascinated to have her orgasms begin to explode over and over in his mouth and hand. He'd heard women could have multiples, but he was blown over to be experiencing it like this, with Ms.Carson.

They came in waves and it was hard to tell when one ended and another began. Just when he thought his neck couldn't hold his head in place much longer, she collapsed with a final, "Wow. No more. Please."

He carefully withdrew his fingers, stretching his neck and adjusting his knees. He wasn't sure what to do next but she didn't leave him time to wonder.

"Come up here. Hug me."

He quickly positioned himself at her side and she folded herself into him, still shivering. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. He could faintly smell her lavender shampoo, mingled with the scent of her juices and sweat that filled the room. He planted a little kiss on the crown of her head. He didn't move for a long time, savoring the feel of her body against his.

Ms. Carson eventually spoke. "Diego?"

"Mmmmm, yes, Domina?"

"Are you...okay?"

His reply, "Should I not be?" made her laugh again.

"I'm not sure. You've never done that before, I assume."

"Which means I'm so much better than okay." He laughed. "Wow. Am I okay? That was the most amazing moment of my life so far." He paused, trying to find the words. "Thank you. For all of this."

"It's all pretty amazing for me, too. Thank you. For not giving up on me."

He was feeling brave with her body spooned into his and asked a question that had been on his mind. "What made you hesitate with me? You spanked me on a whim, caged me, then backed away. Was it the age difference?"

"Partly, yes. And the distance. And I wasn't sure I was in a good place. I completely swore off kink...well, until you showed up."

"Why would you swear off kink? Did something happen?"

"Yes."

"With someone younger, right?"

She got quiet and he felt bad for ruining the moment asking about something potentially unpleasant. "You don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry. I'm just grateful you are here with me now."

"It's okay, Diego. You are allowed to ask questions. I want to be open with you. I think it's fair you know."

It hadn't been her plan when she'd booked the hotel and made the drive to see him, but feeling safe lying there with him holding her, the story of her past came tumbling out.

"I met Samuel at a play party, my first, actually. It was raining that day. I had been teaching salsa lessons at a pavilion in a park and it was canceled because of the weather. I'd been going to some munches, and had been invited to some parties, but always had salsa obligations at the same time. But I suddenly had the evening free so I decided to go. I put on a cute little dress and some high heels and thigh high stockings. The gathering was at someone's house, and as I got out of my car, I stepped in a puddle. My feet were soaking wet when I walked inside. I leaned against the wall to undo the strap of my shoe to take it off when this guy looked over and saw me.

"He brought a dining room chair to the entryway and motioned for me to sit. I was a little flustered at the unexpected attention. I'd been hoping to sneak in and just observe since I'd never been to anything like that.

"He knelt before me and very sensually removed my shoes. My stockings were damp and I remember the first words he said to me as he motioned to my thigh, "May I?"

"He was incredibly attractive, dressed in tight latex shorts and a leather harness. I was hypnotized. I couldn't say a word, just nodded. He slowly lowered my stockings, one at a time, tickling the inside of my thighs ever so slightly.

"Then he bent down and kissed my feet. Not just a little peck...his lips touched every inch of my feet and ankles and then he sucked on my toes. You know I'm a salsa dancer. I have had more than my share of sexy encounters, hands sliding seductively down a backside, an arm brushing across a breast, hips swaying seductively. But nothing I'd ever experienced was quite like that. "Thank you, Mistress," he said as he looked up at me with a piercing gaze.

"Looking back, I'm sure I fell for him at that very moment.

"I followed him the whole night like a shadow. He introduced me to everyone as if he knew me. He offered to let me spank him. I'd never done that but I was very interested. He had a case full of implements and he let me use them on him. I was scared to hit him too hard, but then he suggested trying just my hand to get a better feel for it. Something about my hand on his bare bottom made me crazy. I couldn't get enough. I was hooked."

Diego interjected, speaking for the first time, "You gave me a spanking on my bare bottom the day you met me. You still love it, don't you?"

"Yes, and you'll get many more if you're good...or bad." She took his hand in both of hers, spread his fingers and kissed his palm. She was still spooned into him, her ass pressing against his lap, and she could feel his dick hardening at the mention of spankings, pushing into the soft flesh of her rear.

"Even though he was younger than me, he was much more experienced in BDSM. He'd known since he was an early teenager that he was kinky and went to his first play party on his 18th birthday. He offered to teach me things and I accepted.

"I experimented with some other partners casually but Samuel really wanted me to be his Domme. I hesitated because I felt like I didn't know enough...and also because he had a girlfriend, and while I got along well with her, I worried about things getting complicated."

"Oh, wow!" Diego said. "Wasn't that awkward?"

"She was there at the party where we met actually. She was his submissive and had no desire to top him. She'd been encouraging him to find a steady Domme. I think she was a little insecure about him playing with a lot of people. She seemed to like me partly because I was older and so maybe posed less of a threat. We even played together a few times and I topped both of them.

"But in the end, as much as I tried not to, I got attached to him. All of it was really intense. I'd never had someone focus so much on me and my pleasure before. Sure, I'd had great sex in my life. But Samuel was the one who made me realize I could have multiple orgasms like that. It's hard not to get attached when all those feel-good hormones are flowing...and flowing..."

She stopped and he waited to see if she had more.

"But I'm oversharing, I think."

"No, I'm the one who asked. I think it's good for me to know. I'd like to know what happened, if you want to tell me."

"I was learning so much about being a Domme, not just from Samuel, but reading a lot and taking a course and playing with other trusted friends. I even tried being on the bottom but I didn't like it so much. Samuel was persistent and I found it difficult to resist him. I felt things with him I'd never felt with anyone. I decided I would take him to be my submissive. I gave him a collar. He started calling me 'Mistress Marguerite' in that deep, silky voice of his."

She got quiet again, lost in another time and place.

"'Daisy' in French..." Diego stroked her hair gently, bringing her back to the room and her story.

"Yes. He was very smart, well-read, well-traveled. I never felt the age difference when we were together. We were just two people, sharing a deepening bond over the power exchange dynamic. I started accruing toys and set up my spare bedroom to be a play space. Everything seemed really great for a couple of years. Samuel had his career, which kept him very busy, and I had my dancing. So our sessions were always planned in advance. We only saw each other a couple of times a month. It was quite stable and fulfilled something we both needed.

"Then he got married to his submissive girlfriend. That wasn't a problem. I even attended the wedding. I was happy to see them happy. I couldn't find a shred of jealousy within myself and thought everything was fine.

"But the sessions became less frequent. Samuel became more withdrawn. He stopped wanting to play with the cage, which I guess all along had been difficult to balance with having sex with his girlfriend, although it had been his idea from the beginning. I was scared to ask him what was going on, afraid if I brought it up I might not like the answers. Even though I was the Domme, I'm sure there was a lot of topping from the bottom that was going on. He was more experienced so I always let him take the lead in how the relationship progressed.

"Then he dropped the bomb. He and his wife had been trying to get pregnant, and she'd just confirmed. They had decided to be exclusive and step away from BDSM for a while now that they were going to be parents. Of course, I understood. Of course, I was happy for them. But on the inside I was shattered.

"I stopped attending any events or playing with anyone. I pushed away all my friends in the scene. I decided that I'd tried kink and had enjoyed the experience, but it wasn't really for me. I threw myself into dance harder than ever, which has always been my anchor.

"And I convinced myself I was doing fine, until a certain young man sent a hockey puck flying through my window."

They lay there, legs and arms tangled together, listening to each other breathe until Diego spoke.

"I can see why you were afraid to get involved with me. I'm honestly a little surprised you changed your mind, now that I know the story."

"Your grand gesture forced me to face what I'd been denying. I could maybe ignore my own desires, but I couldn't brush you off so easily when you'd worked so hard to prove to me that I should give you--that I should give US--a chance.

"I'm aware you have a lot of life to live, and I still do, too. At some point our paths will diverge. That seems to be a given. But we have the opportunity to live a unique and beautiful experience now. I think you are pretty amazing and I'd be a fool to miss this time with you. I don't want to run away from this just because it might be difficult at some point."

She hesitated, trying to find the right words to convey complicated feelings.

"Every song eventually comes to an end, but I don't believe that means you should sit it out. If anything, you should dance to the fullest while it lasts."

They both got quiet thinking about their situation. Daisy spoke first.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know how to dance, but I'm really glad that hockey ball didn't go through your neighbor's window."

Her intense story told, she wiggled her butt into his lap playfully. Diego's dick, which had dozed off while listening to the rest of Ms. Carson's story, sprang back to life at the sensation.

"And I should mention that your tongue is quite talented for a novice," she said in a teasing tone. "I believe it's your turn now."

"My turn?"

"Did you think we've been doing all this edging training just to torture you? It has practical applications, you know."

"Practical...?"

"You really are innocent, aren't you? I'm about to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life." She was already sliding down the bed, reaching for his cock.

"But..." he said, truly surprised. He'd assumed they were done playing and hadn't expected her to pleasure him, as it seemed like his job as the submissive to please her.

"But...making you cum already did make me feel better than I ever have in my life. I don't think anything could top that."

His words were sweet but she was feeling feisty. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave him a mischievous smile. "That's because you've never had ME give you an orgasm."

She had him kneel upright at the edge of the bed, his cock almost level with her face. She began to tease him, just touching at first, then lightly sucking at the tip. "Cum for me," she ordered. "You have permission, sweet boy."

She made a show of spitting on him and using the liquid to lube her jacking him off. When she could see he was really close, she put her lips back on the head. It was more than he could take and before she could do more, he started squirting. She took her mouth away, continuing to work his dick in her hand as his jizz erupted almost to the ceiling. It was his turn to yell vulgarities. She was thrilled and amused by this, encouraging him. "That's it, let it all out. I know it feels soooo good..."

He collapsed onto the bed, thinking he was completely spent. But Daisy had other plans for him.

"Oh, we're just getting started, my dear." He groaned but propped himself up to ask what was next.

"Come take off my shirt." She'd dropped her skirt when they'd entered the room but her shirt was still in place, if maybe a little bunched up.

He got off the bed with an effort and stood in front of her, looking down at her. He realized she'd removed her glasses at some point and her eyes gleamed up at him. She took his hands in hers and helped him grab onto the bottom edge of the tight shirt. She gave his hands a little tug upward and lifted her arms. He carefully pulled the piece of clothing over her head, sucking in his breath as her braless tits fell free.

Diego felt a wave of energy come over him.

"Would you like to kiss them?"

First he reached out and touched them softly, one by one. He gently rolled each nipple between his fingers, his dick managing to harden yet again as he felt them react to his touch. He leaned down and began to kiss them gently.

"You can do it harder," she whispered, brushing her hand through his hair. "You won't hurt me."

He began to suck on her more intensely. Her pussy reacted to the sensation and she began whimpering again. "Damn, Diego." She pushed him back and he sat roughly onto the bed, losing contact with her breasts for a moment. She shoved him all the way down and motioned for him to slide up on the bed and then climbed on top of him, letting the round full flesh of her tits fall into his face. Any timidity he'd felt began to vaporize as she grinded her hips into him, smashing his dick pleasurably against her pubic bone. He buried his face in her chest and began to suck forcefully, almost as if he might be able to take each one in his mouth whole. She pushed herself down into him harder, vaguely taking care not to suffocate him.

When her breasts had had their fill, she pulled away from him and began to kiss his chest. He was surprised at the intense reaction he felt to her lips on his nipples. She quickly progressed to playful nips and bites.