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TRIGGER WARNING: Depressive and suicidal thoughts

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You look wonderful, Ada. You are such a beautiful girl. I am very much looking forward to seeing you like this every day.

Professor Ó Ceallaigh's second meeting with Ada Jones

It was impossible to focus on the research paper she was reading. Not because it was uninteresting, not at all, on a normal day she would probably have found it fascinating. It was just that, today, well not just today, for a long time in fact, she had been in the grip of one single fascination - she couldn't stop thinking about that slightly funny, memorable face, the funny little nose, the eyes that were an almost ghostly grey and always looked a little frightened, the smooth dark hair framing the face, and those lips that needed to be kissed so much.

Her most promising student, but not promising in the way that was supposed to matter, not academically. Ada was bright, certainly; in fact, Siobhan thought that Ada might be one of the most intelligent young women she had met in a while; it was just that so far that brightness didn't show in her academic performance. Ada had been too distracted with her personal life, and Siobhan was worried that she might have to give the girl a failing grade this semester. But if Siobhan was being honest with herself, Ada's intelligence didn't really matter that much to her. No, when she thought about her most promising student, it was the promise of Ada's lips, and the promise of Ada's body that she was thinking about.

So voluptuous, so overwhelming; there was so much body to think about; in the Professor's mind, there was no end to Ada's body.So young, so full of life and sadness. So tight and so horny, I know they're all horny. And I just know she'll be a perfect little slut. I need her to be mine. I want to own her. God fucking damn it, Siobhan. It's time to pluck another flower. Put it in a vase.

When she was in her thirties, and had her first mid-life crisis, she of course thought about aging. For a while it was all she thought about. And there was this quote that she would sometimes recall, in order to cheer herself up. She didn't remember where it was from; definitely not from the Classics.

It was about growing old, and how it's a thing that happens to everybody. And when it happens to you, as you grow older, the same thing happens to the people you have sex with. Except, as the quote went, "Not when you live close to a university.Those girls stay the same age your whole life".

Gross as that notion was, it always made her smile when she thought about it. Andpatheticas it was, it was one of the main reasons she had never wanted to leave academia. However, now that she was in her forties, going through probably her third or fourth mid-life crisis, she was beginning to somewhat disagree with the quote, whoever had written it.

What actually happens,she thought,is those girls keep getting younger your whole life. And that realization was both frightening and wonderful.

Her most promising student chose this moment to knock on the door. The knock was a bit too loud, a bit too eager to signal confidence, and so of course ended up revealing the opposite. An electric shiver ran through Siobhan's whole body.If she really is this submissive... If it's true, what I think I've seen in her, and it's not just self-delusion... If it's true, then we're both damned. God, I hope that we are damned.

"Professor?" Very cautiously, the face that Siobhan had been seeing in her dreams peeked into the room. Only the head, clad in the most wondrous black silken locks, dared to move across the threshold - feet, legs and body were still out in the hallway.

Professor Ó Ceallaigh was not at her desk. She had chosen, strategically, to move to the small couch she had set up next to the door. It was comfortable and only just big enough for two people - and a bit of a tight squeeze if one of them had broad hips, and, perhaps, a very juicy and spankable bottom.

Ada still hadn't seen her - the door was ajar, and the little couch was hidden behind it. She would need to stretch a bit further, and turn her head a bit, in order to see where the professor was sitting.

Seeming confused and a little concerned, the wonderful floating head started to pull back.

"Yes, you should just come inside, please." Siobhan made sure that her tone was friendly, but also loud enough to give the lovely lass a little spook.

It got really quiet on the other side of the door. Then, after it had been a little too long, long enough to be quite embarrassing for the girl, the door opened wider and the wonderful creature came in. It still took her another second of looking around nervously before she found the professor.And look at those pink cheeks. Always delightful is the embarrassment of a beautiful young girl.

The middle-aged professor smiled at her 21-year old student. She patted the seat next to her. "I am so glad you came, Ada. Why don't you sit with me?"

Ada giggled nervously as she squeezed into the seat, and giggled at a slightly higher pitch when she realised she would really have to squeeze to get her butt in there. Siobhan, leaning back a bit, was treated to a lovely view of Ada's loose linen trousers stretched tight over all that flesh, stretched so much you could imagine them almost becoming see-through. The striped baby tee moving further up her back to reveal even more of that lovely, smooth skin.I want to eat off that skin.

"I thought you weren't here! I couldn't see you." Giggling.

Siobhan chuckled in response, made sure to turn her voice deep and breathy. "Yes, I prefer the couch when I'm reading. It's much more comfortable, dont you find?"

The research paper was gone, she now realised. Must have slipped out of her hand at some point, forgotten about.Oh, well.

"Yes, it's comfortable!" Ada nodded eagerly, maybe a little confused that the professor wasn't actually reading anything.

"Hey, Ada... Darling. Please try to relax." Siobhan slipped an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I'm glad to see you.Iinvitedyouhere, remember?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Take a second. Just enjoy the feeling of her. It's so nice to hold a warm body again.

Siobhan let out a deep sigh, and then so did Ada.Ohh, mirroring me. That's a very good sign.

Their sides were pushing together, as were their hips and thighs. If she pulled Ada a bit closer, she would be able to feel the side of a breast pressing against her, but it wasn't time for that yet.I will take you very slowly, lass.

"Listen, Ada," she began, holding on to the girl. "I have been thinking a lot about you since we spoke. I was very touched by your story. It must be very hard for you to have to worry about your mother all the time. And then having to see how hard your younger sister is taking things, it's too much, and it's not fair that you have to deal with all that."

Immediately, Ada began to slouch in her seat, as if sagging under the weight of everything she had to carry. Siobhan knew it was cruel to remind her, but it was also necessary to put the girl in a vulnerable state if she was to have her way with her. She gripped the girl a little tighter, to keep her upright.I can be a hand that steadies you. Remember that.

"How is your mother doing?"

There was a long sigh from Ada, and Siobhan could feel the girl's shoulders relaxing slightly. She was weighed down, but not as nervous anymore. Thinking of her family seemed to calm Ada, even though it caused her so much sadness.She has been in pain for a long time. It's a familiar feeling for her. Maybe even comfortable.

"My mum isn't better... It's the same as last time we talked. She doesn't really get out of bed anymore."

Ada held her breath. There was a long pause.Now comes something new. A new realization, the next step in her grief perhaps.

"Most of the time... She's out of her mind on opioids."

A squeeze of the shoulder. "Is she in a lot of pain?"

"No, not anymore. The new pills are working. It's just.. She's..."

Here it comes.

"She's not really around anymore. She's not really there. And that means Lily's all alone." The girl was about to start crying.

I must be the biggest asshole in the world. I feel so fucking bad for this girl, but I'm still going to abuse her. I am so incredibly hungry for her, and the more she gives me of her deep sadness, the more... voracious I become. Is this fucking Amour Fou or some shit?

"Fuckdammit."

Ada looked at her teacher, surprised.

"Haha, yeah. It seems that I feel even worse for you than I thought. Look, Ada, you wonderful, fragile, brilliant,beautifullittle thing..."

What the fuck are you doing, bitch!? This is not the plan at all! Get her to cry, comfort her, establish intimacy, then bring up how close she is to failing and what can we do about it...

"Fuck me, I was really only asking you here because I had, you know, an academic proposition. I mean I had... Never mind, listen. You need someone to talk to. If you want... I could be someone to talk to. As much as you need it, okay, I'll give you my private number even. You can call me anytime you want."

Bitch. What the fuck did you just sign up for?

Very slowly, Ada started to turn towards her. The girl's expression was so sad, but there was something else there as well. Siobhan realised that Ada was coming in for an embrace.

Oh. This is an unexpected reward.

The feeling of their breasts pressing against each other was even more wonderful than she had imagined. She was very glad that she had worn a thin blouse today.

Don't you fucking fall in love with this one, Shiv. That would be much too pathetic.

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Tomorrow morning, just send me a picture of you in the underwear you'll be wearing for the day. I want to have that in my head when I see you in class (I will see you, right?) And if you don't feel like smiling for the camera today, that's all right.

Chapter 2

Lily woke from the softest dream imaginable, and then realised she must still be dreaming. Her sister was waking her up with a kiss, and the kiss had started in dreams and continued into the waking world. They were lovers, now. The thing she had feared for so long had finally happened, and it made her so incredibly happy.

And then she realised that had been a dream too. It didn't happen the way she had feared and hoped for, instead something else... Something else was still happening, and it was in the tender frightened eyes of her sister.

"I really didn't want to wake you up, baby girl. You looked so cute..."

Ada was pulling away the blanket that had been covering them both, revealing her amazing breasts to Lily. She was offering up those long, hard nipples to be sucked on... Lily started to bend down toward them, she wanted to suck on her sister for nourishment... But no, they were not in the dream anymore... They were on the sofa in the living room, and something terrible had happened.

The blanket fell away from them both, and a thick smell of sex rose up to Lily's nose. They had been so close to getting there. Both of them were sticky with all the things they almost did together.

"I think you've been sleeping for like an hour or something," her sister said. "You kinda just passed out. I wanted to let you sleep, but... I just thought that maybe you would like to take a shower, before... You know, before my GF gets here."

Oh, right. That was the terrible thing that had happened.Why does real life have to be so disappointing every single time.

"You know, Ada," she began to say. "I had the greatest dream..."

But her sister was already getting up, starting to tidy. "Sweet, hope it was sexy. Maybe you can tell me about it later." Then she walked out of the living room, carrying some empty fast food boxes.

Lily got up, and followed her into the kitchen. "Don't you want a shower too?" she asked, hopefully.Maybe we can share.

"No, that's fine. Err... She likes it when I smell like this."

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Little Girl. Tonight, I want you to take yourself to the very edge. Remember, you do not deserve to have an orgasm. Take a picture when you're right there, then stop yourself. Think what it will be like next time I rape you. How desperate you will be.

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Lily knew she should probably take a cold shower, try to douse her raging libido with some frigid water. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it; she needed to be touched even more than before. She needed to touch herself. She needed the warm water to caress her body, and she needed someone to fondle her tits and pinch her rock-hard nipples (how were they still this hard?). She needed someone to fuck her.

I wish I didn't look like a boy. Maybe I should grow my hair longer, but what's the point when my tits are so small. There are girls in, like, middle school who have bigger tits than me.

Don't think about that. Think about her lips. Think about her waking you up, almost lying on top of you.

You know what her pussy smells like, now. Hold on to that memory.

And how her nipples were just as hard as yours.

Then she remembered again (having forgotten for a few blessed minutes) that her sister's girlfriend was coming over soon. She didn't know exactly when. For that matter, she didn't even know what time it was right now. Looking through the little frosted glass window high up on the wall, she could see that the sky was beginning to darken.So, late afternoon I guess? If she's coming from work, that means she could be here any minute!

She touched herself under the warm water, trying to masturbate, but now she was too stressed about this Siobhan lady walking in the door, and she just couldn't get there. After a little while, she stopped trying to make herself happy and just finished the shower as quickly as she could.

Then, just as she was turning the water off, still frustratingly horny and unfulfilled, she heard the doorbell. There was the pattering of Ada's bare feet as they rushed to get the door. The shuffling of someone coming in, overcoat being removed, something that sounded like a suitcase? A suitcase with wheels, rolling on the tile in the entry hall?Suppose that means she'll be staying the night. Because of course she is. The worst possible thing is always the thing that actually happens to me. I'm such an idiot.

Ada and Siobhan were speaking in hushed voices, only a few feet from the bathroom door. Ada's voice was a little higher-pitched than normal, a bit mousy. Lily was already beginning to recognise this as Ada's submissive voice.

Right, my sister is a submissive in a BDSM relationship. It's so weird how there's this whole big part of her that I never knew about. Is she going to be a stranger now?

No, she promised me that I wouldn't be lonely anymore. She won't let me be lonely. I can trust my sister.

Lily started to towel off. She realised that she was a little scared of meeting this woman. She definitely didn't want to go out in the hallway naked, that would make her feel much too vulnerable. No, she was just going to stay in here until they were done talking, then she would slip into her own room quickly and put some clothes on.

She could hear them a little more clearly now. They were speaking louder. Siobhan's voice was deep, but also hard in a way, and for the first time Lily wondered how old this woman really was. She kept calling Ada "Little girl." Ada started all her replys with "Yes, mistress," and maybe they were kind of roleplaying now? It didn't sound like a real conversation, like how people normally talked to each other. The two of them didn't speak like this all the time, did they? She could hear the word "punishment" a few times. And "...still edging?" which was a word Lily had heard before, but she wasn't sure what it meant. Then Siobhan's voice, almost soothingly: "That's a goood giirrll," like she was talking to a dog or something.

This had been going on for a while now. Lily was done toweling, and was waiting impatiently for a chance to escape the bath.Are they ever going to move? And why didn't I just bring a change of clothes in the bathroom with me, this could have been so much easier.

Idiot. I didn't bring the clothes into the bath with me because I am an idiot. I'm stupid and pathetic.

She felt like just sitting down on the floor, but something inside warned her not to. Like she wouldn't be able to get up again or something.

This is stupid. It's just my sister and another woman out there. They don't care if I'm naked, I'll just slip past them real quick. I don't have to be scared of this new person, whoever she is.

Lily grabbed her used laundry and hurried out of the bath, butterflies fluttering in her tummy. Only as she shut the door behind her did she realise that she could have put on a towel. Too late for that now.

There in the hallway, she faced a stunning Irish woman, a mass of fiery red curls surrounding her freckled face, and actual emerald green eyes looking straight at Lily. Her mouth opened in a surprised smile.She is stunning. This is what Hollywood tells you Irish women look like.

Siobhan was wearing a simple, sleeveless black top with just a bit of frills on the shoulders, showing a generous amount of freckled cleavage (of course her breasts looked amazing, possibly a C cup, maybe a D). The sleeveless top was tucked into a pair of black straight denim jeans, with a studded belt (silver studs maybe?), and the jeans in turn were tucked into a long pair of high black leather boots. She was slender, confident and tall.

This was a boss lady. She made Lily feel very strange. The idea of slipping quickly through the hall was forgotten now, as Lily stood rooted to the spot, completely naked, in front of this fully clothed goddess. Sure, she was holding up a small wad of textiles in front of her - the crumpled up t-shirt and knickers she had been wearing since yesterday and had been about to discard in the laundry basket in her room - but crumpled together like they were, they were only just enough to mostly cover her boobs. The rest of her was laid bare in front of this fit older woman, who gazed at her curiously... And she only now remembered that she hadn't trimmed her bush in quite a while. She should probably have been embarrassed at that, but for some reason she wasn't.

Ada was kneeling on the floor in front of the statuesque woman, still fully naked. As she turned her head to look at Lily, her expression was strangely placid.

Siobhan put a finger under Ada's chin, standing her up (like she was lifting her up with just that one finger) and taking her into an embrace.

"Lily. Goodness. You sisters are both very lovely." She was holding an arm out to Lily, inviting her into the embrace. For some reason, Lily just stepped forward without thinking about it, right into the older woman's arms.

Siobhan was quite a bit taller than the two sisters. Ada was now resting her head against Siobhan's chest and clavicle, bending her neck only a little bit to do it, and even though Lily was a little taller than her sister, being close to Siobhan still made her feel small. The feeling was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, but she wasn't used to it. She was a little dizzy too, but maybe that was just tiredness?

The older woman had an arm around Lily's naked back, touching her skin in a way that wasn't exactly gentle. Her fingers were sometimes pushing into the girl's back, sometimes rubbing the skin, sometimes trying to grab little handfuls of it. As if she was testing for pliability. It felt nice to be treated a little roughly.