Marie felt a tug on her arm whilst trying to concentrate on the view in the hall mirror. A voice whispered in her ear.
“You had better find a way to satisfy me before the end of the night, or I will spank your arse, then have you pleasure me. I don’t care if your mother is here or not.”
Emma saw the gulp as her new lover, Marie stared back at her. It had already been a long and tense afternoon. Emma wanted her to do things. It wasn't that Marie would not do those things, but in her own home while her mother was still there, shocked her. All the time she was dressing, those intense eyes ogling her body made her conscious of her sexual feelings deep inside that she was suppressing. Another day, another place, she would have gladly been Emma’s plaything. It was all so new, so exciting, and forbidden in her world -- until now.
Marie still pinched herself at how quickly it had all happened. Four weeks ago, she had a boyfriend, Steve. Three weeks ago, she had a girlfriend, Emma. In that week she had been seduced, spanked, fingered, and fucked. Not all at the same time, but nearly.
It all began at the Art Exhibition. Steve had left her while he talked with some of the exhibitors and colleagues. Marie wandered across to the drinks table, and bumped straight into Emma. It was only a small stain as her glass was almost empty. It was not a big deal but her reaction made it seem like she'd ruined an expensive dress. It was not hard to notice Emma's beauty. Even her words, “I’m sure I can find a way for you to compensate me,” spoken with a small laugh, made her seem interesting.
Marie didn't realise what they meant... until later that night.
It all happened behind the locked bathroom door. Marie had excused herself from a boring conversation and found herself staring at the mirror, checking her lipstick, hoping time would pass quickly so that she could go home. Then the door opened. She caught a glimpse over her left shoulder of a figure in the mirror. Before she had time to say anything, Marie was inside a cubicle, her back against the wall, reluctantly at first, whilst Emma pushed up the skirt. Brightly painted fingernails on the left hand were soon between her legs, ripping at the lacy underwear, before touching her, rubbing her, fingering her, to orgasm.