Just a quick recap... Amanda, my gorgeous, sexy older tennis coach and I had been getting closer. And now she had invited me to her birthday party. My friend an I were due to go and I was wearing a rather risque school girl outfit with a very personalised pair of knickers on! At the last minute, my friend pulled out, leaving going solo. How would this all turn out?
Part 2...
I couldn't believe Helen had pulled out. at the last minute, but I was committed, a few vodkas in and was all dolled up. My stomach was all over the place and my heart beating wildly as I walked into the pub where the party was being held. To my immediate relief, I wasn't the only one dressed up like a naughty slut, although it did make me worry that my outfit would have less of an impact!
I spotted Amanda across the pub wearing what I can only describe as a "Slutty nun" costume. Wimple, latex black body, white latex knickers and stockings with a big, silver cross hanging from her neck. She looked, quite simply, stunning. I felt an incredible warm flush spread across my body, emanating from between my legs and for a moment, I felt a little faint. "Have another Vodka!" a voice seemed to scream inside my head and, before I knew it I was at the bar ordering a double straight vodka, necking it and ordering another.
My nerves steadied, I caught Amanda's eye as she mouthed at me "Oh My God" and half closed her eyes, giving me this filthy, lustful look! Well, that feeling of nearly fainting hit me again and as I walked over to her I could barely feel my legs!
"Well, hello you naughty little slut!" she whispered into my ear as she took me into a deep embrace, her leg slipping in between mine. I felt my clit press up against the top of her thigh and virtually climaxed on the spot. I let out a stifled moan which she couldn't help but notice, despite my best attempts to to hide it.
"Mmmm, now that's a welcome" she whispered, lasciviously, into my ear, pushing her leg harder between my thighs. I swooned again and then steadied myself.
"Naughty nun" I managed to whisper as she threw her head back in laughter and offered me a drink.
"Shouldn't I be buying you one?" I asked. She refused and ordered us both a tequila.
"You, my girl, are barely old enough to order drinks. So this one's on me!" she drawled, winking at me and sliding a tequila across to me. We did the whole salt and lime thing and she ordered another. "That's quite an outfit you've got on there! I can only imagine how distracted your teachers must have got!"
I smiled, blushed and said, "You have no idea!"
By now, I was starting to feel more than a little tipsy and, with that, considerably more confident than when I first walked in. Amanda was on a roll and with a third tequila down, she ordered another.
"These latex knickers are a bitch!" She declared, loudly enough for half the bar to hear. And then, drawing close to me, in something approaching a conspiratorial whisper; "I thought I was wet enough already but when I saw you... I don't think I'll ever dry out!" She moved back to take in my reaction.
I saw an opportunity to mention my special knickers. "Well, as we're talking about knickers, I've got something to show you!" I said, stepping back, turning around and lifting up my skirt at the back. My heart beating pretty fast by now, I awaited her reaction... hoping it would be a positive one.
"Oh baby!" Amanda cried out, slapping my bum hard and spinning me round.
Now, I don't know whether it was the sudden turn, or it was the combination of vodkas and tequilas, but just at the moment I thought she was about to make a move, I felt my stomach churn and knew that I had a matter of seconds to make it either to a toilet or outside before I threw up.
I managed to call out "Oh god, sorry" as I ran outside and vomited all over the pavement and my shoes.
"Jesus!" the person standing about a metre away from me, smoking a cigarette, cried as he jumped back to avoid the second wave of sick. As I stood up and wiped my lips with the back of my hand, I surveyed the scene. I was standing in a puddle of vomit, my shoes covered and my legs splattered.
Just at that point, the door to the pub opened and Amanda stepped outside and saw me. "Oh Sara!" she cried as she walked towards me. "My poor love, are you ok?" She went to hug me, but the embarrassment was too much.
I burst into tears and ran off, calling out "Sorry, so sorry" as I ran home.