The Tutor, Part Six

It wasn’t technically a kiss.

My lips were against Bridget’s lips, but there wasn’t a trace of pressure for it to count as even a peck. It was different from the way Annabelle teased me. Rather than pulling back and making me chase, Bridget merely existed in place against me, not taking any initiative of her own despite how intimate and charged the position was. And, of course, I was hesitating due to whom I was almost-kissing.

Brushing against my lips, and then speaking against them in a way that was familiar, she murmured, “I told you to kiss me, girl.”

Did she pick up that trick from Annabelle? Making it so I could feel every syllable, as well her warm breath along the way? Or maybe that was something I just hadn’t learned myself due to my minimal sexual experiences.

As for her point, that registered a couple seconds later. Right. We weren’t two girls meeting for a more normal kiss, even if she had slightly leaned in to mirror my own movements. She had told me to kiss her. Which meant I had to be the one to start it. Not as simple as it sounded, since I was still so hesitant in terms of doing anything with the girl I still had a lingering distaste for.

And yet, I couldn’t deny that I was tempted to taste her lips. They were just as soft and inviting as Annabelle’s, and the sensations from the idle groping of my breast were still affecting me as well. I was supposed to be brave, too. Somehow, kissing a girl proved that. In the moment, however, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to prove myself to Bridget or Annabelle. Or both, even though the underlying reasons were wildly different.

I tentatively parted my lips and gave her a gentle kiss. It was such a contrast to my first experience with Annabelle, when she crashed into me completely unexpectedly, yet with so much passion. With Bridget, I was the one leading, yet was still the more submissive girl between the two of us. Especially when she didn’t reciprocate right away, leaving me self conscious and a little frustrated. I knew she was playing games with me, but that didn’t help when I didn’t know all the rules.

Pushing in for a slightly deeper kiss, I exhaled a sigh of relief through my nose when she actually kissed me back. I wasn’t sure what I was planning on doing if she made me do all the work. Plus kissing a limp fish wasn’t an experience anyone enjoyed, even if I was finding that a girl’s lips generally felt better than the guys I had kissed over the years.

Bridget and I fell into a slow, almost exploratory rhythm. The word that kept coming to mind was ‘intimate,’ though that wasn’t quite right due to our dynamic. She didn’t tease, like Annabelle. If anything, it was a continuation of how the kiss started. Though I was the reluctant one, apparently I was in charge of dictating the pace. After a few soft kisses, I wasn’t sure what to do. Keeping things going could be incriminating if I was the one arguably leading, even if Bridget had started all of this. But she had only told me to kiss her, which didn’t necessarily mean making out with her.

It was an impossible position to be in. Was it bad that I wanted/needed direction when I was supposed to be here as Annabelle’s tutor and/or an authority figure of sorts? Although apparently Bridget was going to be her tutor now; I still wasn’t sure how that was going to work, since that’s why I was here. Co-tutoring? Or did Annabelle expect me to be her pet/maid and nothing else? She was alluring, but not that alluring. Lucrative as it had been doing her chores on top of my original reason for being there, I would only demean myself so much for money.

Though Bridget was more passively kissing me by simply going along with whatever I was doing, that didn’t mean she wasn’t being active in other ways. Her hand on my chest continued to massage and squeeze; her other hand, that had previously been gripping my chin when asserting herself as the dominant one between us, was now cupping the back of my neck and slightly gripping my hair as well.

Speaking of the limp fish thing, her touch was making me aware that my hands were awkwardly by my sides. The natural thing to do would be to hold a girl I was kissing. At the same time, that would be yet another implication that I wanted Bridget when I was mostly going along with this for a variety of other reasons. Maybe it was fine. I hadn’t been called out for doing nothing. Then again, it could potentially be better to take the initiative myself instead of being reprimanded in the near future, or being told to do XYZ and looking nervous and inexperienced in the process.

For the time being, I refrained from making a move. Though Bridget was fully clothed, even something as PG as holding her sides felt like too much. Kissing her was already a lot, considering both who she was and how recently I realized I was into girls like that.

Our lips met again and again, ever so slowly working our way towards deeper kisses. I couldn’t help but sink into her lips as I got lost in the moment. It helped that my eyes were closed, causing me to somewhat disassociate from the reality of who it was I was doing this with.

After what felt like quite some time, Bridget broke things off enough to give herself the space needed to lean in further. She ended up by my ear, flicking her tongue out for a moment before whispering, “You’re an obedient pet, Mere.” She gave my breast a firm squeeze. “And you’re going to do everything we say.”