Published: April 27th 2025, 4:02:18 am
It was almost as if I was in student mode, preparing for an important exam.
Focusing on everything I knew about my own body, as well as everything I had learned about what Annabelle liked, I began groping her breast while glaring daggers at Bridget the same way I used to when she made some subtly bitchy comment back when we were in school together.
I had to remind myself to not just paw at her like some inexperienced partner. That was the temptation when the challenge was to out-do Bridget. From what I knew about Annabelle, as well as myself, she required some finesse when it came to pleasure. I squeezed and massaged her breast, eventually brushing my thumb across her nipple; all the while, I studied her reactions.
Of course, there was only so much I could trust about Annabelle’s breathy exhales and quiet moans when she was also being worked by Bridget. I was curious if she felt off balance at all being stimulated in such a way by two different girls. It was one thing for a girl to use her own hand to enhance a sexual experience, as she could give herself exactly what she needed; this wasn’t quite the same, not to mention how Bridget and I were both trying extra hard to show her which one of us was better.
My mistake, as usual, was assuming that Bridget was going to play by the rules, or that there were rules at all despite what had been established in regards to this sapphic competition.
As soon as Annabelle let out a more audible moan, that I couldn’t deny was hot when it happened right in front of me, complete with a small head tilt and eyelid flutter, Bridget cupped the side of her face and pulled her in for a kiss. More than a kiss. As soon as their lips locked, Annabelle pushed in and started making out with her.
For a few long seconds, all I could do was stare. As much as I disliked Bridget, she was objectively attractive. Especially when naked save for that dark green thong. And I had already accepted that I was into Annabelle, wrong as it was to be fooling around with her. So when the two of them got into it, quickly getting tongue involved after a couple deep kisses, I just froze as their intimate moment unfolded before me.
Then I came back to reality. “H-hey!” I protested. This was supposed to be about which girl could better satisfy Annabelle via her chest. Bridget was giving herself an enormous advantage by doing way more than just that. “That’s not fair.”
Ignoring me for a few more seconds as she firmly locked lips with Annabelle, Bridget pulled back after a teasing nip. Still staying quite close to the redhead’s face, she glanced my way with that same smug expression. “The better lesbian knew that Annabelle wanted to be kissed,” she said, “Isn’t that right, babe?”
“That’s right,” Annabelle exhaled. She gazed up into Bridget’s eyes, not bothering to so much as glance in my direction as she said, “Bridget is better, Mere. A better tutor and a better lover.”
“N-no!” I whined, still stammering slightly as I tried to defend against that assertion. The former part bothered me a little more, even amidst all of this. I was hired because I was the best choice to teach her! The only reason we hadn’t been making progress lately was because Annabelle had been more interested in collaring me than working on mathematics.
Bridget scoffed. “Are you arguing with Ms. Annabelle?”
Even coming from Bridget, a simple question like that caused me to tense up. It wasn’t like that! I was just trying to set the record straight. My hand on Annabelle’s breast had paused its movements as well; I had no idea what to do, when I was once again facing the judgment of both girls while also feeling like a third wheel now that they were being a lot more intimate with each other compared to how I was being more and more ignored.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go! While it still felt weird to admit, I had both wanted and expected something to happen between me and Annabelle. I thought Bridget was supposed to be the girl watching.
Apparently not. And I was about to lose the little physical attention I was getting and receiving by sitting so close to Annabelle and fondling her. “Down, Mere,” Annabelle sternly said, “On all fours.”
My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed at such an overt command. Yes, I was wearing a collar. Yes, I had allowed Annabelle to temporarily lock me in a kennel. However, this was the first time she had ever given me a direct pet-like command. On top of that, obeying would mean losing the warmth of her body I had gotten used to, as well as further humiliating myself in front of Bridget.
When I hesitated, Bridget leaned in and gave a lingering peck to Annabelle. “Down, Mere,” she echoed. While the words were meant for me, she never once broke eye contact with the hot young redhead.
“Or would you rather get back in your cage?” Annabelle asked. Similarly, she didn’t bother looking my way, either. All she did to acknowledge my existence was shift her weight away from me in order to be slightly closer to Bridget.
I didn’t want to do it. That would be admitting I ‘lost’ when Bridget had cheated, and I’d also be giving her the satisfaction of seeing me literally beneath her as she continued enjoying Annabelle in my absence. At the same time, I so badly wanted to get back into Annabelle’s good graces, and disobeying her wasn’t doing me any favors in that regard.
So, flushing in both embarrassment and frustration, I reluctantly sat up and separated the rest of the way from Annabelle. Shivering slightly in my near-naked state, I stood up briefly before bending at the knees to lower myself to the ground. I wasn’t exactly sure where she wanted me. Right at her feet? Further away, so I could watch the two of them enjoying each other without craning my neck? I didn’t consider myself a prude, but I barely knew the term ‘pet-play’ despite how I had been collared for multiple days now.
Opting for the latter, if only to give myself a little personal space instead of being literally right there, I gently dropped to my knees and placed my hands on the carpet. The only time I had even been in a position like this was when looking for something that fell under the bed or something, rather than demeaning myself in front of my rival and my eighteen year old tutee.
“Good girl.” Bridget glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as she laid eyes on me. I was fairly confident it had nothing to do with attraction, and everything to do with my submission. Following through on her tease from a couple minutes ago, she said, “You can watch, Mere. If Ms. Annabelle says so.”
Annabelle took a turn gazing down at me, only after guiding Bridget to face her. “Watch, Mere,” she insisted, “I bet you’ll learn a thing or two about pleasing a woman.” Then she pulled Bridget onto her lap and started making out with her all over again.