Chapter 7: New perspective
Maggie awoke before Abby. She looked at her lover closely and then stroked Abby's hair as she slept, studying her face. Then softly, she moved closer to Abby's and began sucking softly on her neck as one hand came up to gently massage Abby's breast.
Abby stirred, her eyes fluttering open as her hand came up to cup Maggie's face. "Good morning, beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Maggie smiled, her lips brushing against Abby's. "Morning," she replied, her fingers tracing slow circles on Abby's bare stomach. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to wake up next to you." Abby's eyes softened, her thumb brushing Maggie's cheek. "I'm the lucky one," she whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Maggie's lips. "You're the one who makes my heart race every time you look at me." Maggie blushed, her fingers tightening in Abby's hair.
"Abs, you are my best friend in the world and a magnificent lover. You opened my eyes to my potential, a gift I didn't even know I needed. I don't want to think of what my life would be like without you in it." Maggie leaned closer to Abby and kissed her softly and slowly. "You are my soul sister and my fellow slut." Abby, who had been seriously listening to Maggie's thoughts to that point, started snickering at "fellow slut". "Damn straight, Maggie-moo."
Maggie sniffed a little at the emotional cost of her words, then snickered right back at Abby. She nipped Abby's neck and murmured, "And I would fuck you for hours this morning, but I am starving and have a raft of calculus homework before class." Abby pinched Maggie's butt and growled playfully. "Always the homework with you! But yes, let's shower and go get some breakfast. I want a waffle!"
After a raucously loud shower, the two of them put on their makeup and dressed, then headed to the cafeteria. Maggie went for some eggs and sausage, while Abby stood in line for a fresh waffle. Maggie found a table and sat, waiting for Abby, when Claire deposited herself at the table. Maggie smiled with warmth she did not feel and greeted Claire. "What's up?"
Claire sneered a little and growled, "I'm watching you, Maggie. Leo's mine." Before Maggie could respond, Abby sat at the table and studied Claire for a moment. "Hi, I'm Abby. I couldn't help but overhear--does Leo know he's yours?" Claire's eyebrow twitched and she turned dismissively to Abby. Abby grinned brightly back. "Wow, those eyes are magnificent, Claire. I don't know if I've ever seen that shade of green before."
Completely nonplussed, Claire's mouth fell open and she grasped for something to say in response. Abby moved her chair closer to Claire and leaned conspiratorially towards her. "You know, if Leo didn't really take your virginity, I volunteer. Or hell, even if he did, you and I can pretend you still have it. What do you say?" Abby asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Claire blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Maggie watched in fascinated horror as her best friend leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I mean, look at you. You're gorgeous. And I bet you're *way* more experienced than Maggie here. I'm sure you could teach her a thing or two." Claire's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. "I—what? No, I—" Abby sat back, feigning innocence. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy. I'm just saying, if you're so into Leo, why not just admit it? Or better yet, why not admit you're into *me*?"
Abby winked, her grin widening as Claire's face turned an even deeper shade of red. Maggie watched in stunned silence, her fork hovering over her plate of eggs. She had never seen Abby like this—so bold, so *playful*. She was watching a master at work.
Claire sputtered, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. "I—I don't—what are you even—..."
Abby leaned back in her chair, her expression one of mock confusion. "You can't tell me you haven't noticed how *hot* I am. I mean, look at these eyes. These lips." She cupped her own breasts and stroked where her nipples should be. "These tits!" Abby leaned toward Claire again. "Aren't you dying for a taste?" Abby purred, her fingers tracing the edge of her tank top.
Claire's face was now the color of a ripe tomato, her lips parted in shock. "I—I—you're—"
"Oh, come on," Abby said, waving a hand dismissively. "You're not *that* innocent. I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in. And don't even get me started on the way you're staring at my tits right now."
Maggie nearly choked on her coffee, her eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold. She had never seen Abby like this—so *unhinged*, so *deliciously* chaotic. And Claire! Her face was a riot of conflicting emotions—shock, embarrassment, anger, and something else, something darker and more primal. Maggie could practically see the gears turning in her head, the way she was struggling to process Abby’s sudden, relentless assault on her composure.
Abby, meanwhile, was absolutely *loving* this. Her grin was wide, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned even closer to Claire, her voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "You know, I’ve always had a thing for girls who play hard to get. It’s such a turn-on when they finally give in." Abby’s fingers traced lazy circles on the table, her gaze locked onto Claire’s. "But I have to admit, you’re making it *really* hard for me to resist you right now." Abby leaned still closer, then took Claire's free hand in her own as she lightly pressed her lips on Claire's. The first touch of her lips was tentative, but Maggie could see Claire's resistance breaking down, especially when Abby put Claire's hand on Abby's firm breast.
Claire's breath hitched, her fingers curling slightly against the soft fabric of Abby's tank top. For a moment, the cafeteria seemed to fade away—no clinking dishes, no murmured conversations, just the charged silence between the three of them. Abby murmured to Claire's mouth, "Mmmhmm. All of that could be yours, Claire-bear." She kissed Claire softly again and stroked her hair. "Just say the word and I'll take you back to my dorm for the rest of the day..." Suddenly, Maggie wasn't sure how much of what she was seeing was a joke. Her own core was heating up at the display.
Maggie's eyes widened as Claire's hand lingered on Abby's breast, her fingers trembling slightly. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with something electric and dangerous. Abby's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned still closer, her lips brushing against Claire's ear. "You know you want to," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "You can't deny it. Not when you're looking at me like that." Claire's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Abby's hair as she pulled her closer.
Maggie watched, frozen, as Abby's lips brushed against Claire's neck, her teeth grazing the delicate skin just below her ear. "You're playing with fire, Claire," Abby murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "But I don't think you mind." Claire's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly as Abby's mouth trailed lower, her tongue flicking out to taste the skin of her collarbone. Maggie could see the moment Claire's resolve crumbled—her shoulders sagged, her fingers loosened in Abby's hair, and a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.
Abby pulled back just enough to look up at her, her grin wicked.
"See? You *do* want me." Claire’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Abby took advantage of the moment, her fingers tracing the curve of Claire’s jaw before leaning in again, this time pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her lips. Claire stiffened for a second before melting into it, her fingers tightening in Abby’s hair.
Maggie watched, her fork forgotten, her own breath coming faster. She had never seen Abby like this—so *confident*, so *in control*. And Claire… Claire was practically putty in her hands.
Maggie watched, her own pulse quickening, as Abby’s fingers traced the curve of Claire’s jaw, her lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly devastating. Claire’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Abby’s hair as she melted into the kiss, her body swaying slightly in her chair.
Abby pulled back just enough to look up at her, her grin wicked. Her hand went to Claire's breast and lightly massaged. Claire leaned forward, pressing her breast into Abby's hand. "Tell you what, Claire-bear. If you don't want to come back with me now, why don't you come to my dorm room about 8:30 tonight. I promise, you won't be worried about Leo any more." Claire's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as if to protest, but no sound came out but a very soft, "Okay." Claire's eyes couldn't decide where to look, darting between Abby's lips and the hand that still rested on her breast. Abby chuckled, a low, knowing sound that sent a shiver down Maggie's spine. To emphasize her plans, she brushed her thumb over Claire's nipple through the fabric of her blouse.
Abby raised her hand from Claire's breast and tilted her chin up. She moved close enough that she was basically whispering to Claire's lips. "And Claire-bear? Don't plan on getting back to your dorm until tomorrow." Claire gasped and nodded. "I won't." Abby grinned slyly, then closed her fingers on Claire's nipple, pinching softly and using the leverage to pull Claire's mouth to her own. "See you at 8:30, Claire-bear."
Claire stood up woozily and made her way out of the cafeteria. As if nothing had just happened, Claire put syrup on her waffle and dove right into it. Maggie watched, astonished and, after a bit, asked, "Do you have a plan, Abs?" Abby licked syrup off her fork and smirked. "Of course I do. I'm not just a pretty face, you know." Maggie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Care to share?" Abby leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, first, I'm going to finish this waffle. Then, I'm going to go to class and pretend like nothing happened. And then, at 8:30, I'm going to break her" Maggie laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible." "And you love me for it." Maggie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Yeah, yeah. I love you for it," Maggie said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "But seriously, what’s the plan? You can’t just seduce Claire and then—what? Leave her hanging?"
Abby took a slow, deliberate bite of her waffle, chewing thoughtfully before answering. "Oh, I’m not leaving her hanging. That would be cruel." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No, I’m going to give her the night of her life. And then, if she’s lucky, maybe I’ll let her come back for seconds."
Maggie groaned, shaking her head. Abby went on. "Thirds, fourths. Hell, I might let you have some, Maggie."
Maggie thought it was best to stop there and dug into her eggs before they got cold. After a few minutes, Maggie leaned into Abby and kissed her slowly, enjoying her syrupy taste. After breakfast, the two of them left the cafeteria arm in arm, then split at the quad. Abby headed back towards the dorm while Maggie went to the library.
When she found a seat and settled in, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Leo.
**Maggie:** *Morning, boyfriend. I don't think we need to worry about Claire.*
**Leo:** *??*
**Maggie:** *One word: Abby.*
**Leo:** *Yeah, I can see that.*
Maggie settled down to reading in her calculus text and working on examples. But ab hour or so later, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a pair of hands on her breasts and soft lips on her neck. But she took a deep breath and smelled Judy, then relaxed into her embrace. "Baby girl, " Judy breathed against Maggie's neck, "Should I be upset you didn't come find me?"
Maggie looked up and raised one of Judy's hands to her mouth for a soft kiss on its palm. "I'm sorry," Maggie murmured, "I had schoolwork. And if I came to see you, it wouldn't get done. Forgive me?" Maggie playfully batted her eyelashes.
"Besides, I knew you’d come find me eventually." Judy chuckled, her fingers tracing slow circles on Maggie’s collarbone. "You’re lucky I’m patient," she murmured, her lips brushing against Maggie’s ear. "But next time, I expect you to come to me first." Maggie shivered, her breath hitching as Judy’s fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of her blouse. "Yes, ma’am," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Judy smirked, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease Maggie’s nipple through her bra. "Good girl," she purred, her lips brushing against Maggie’s neck.
"Now, tell me—have you been thinking about me?"
Maggie’s breath hitched as Judy’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around her nipple, her touch light but electrifying. "All the time," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t stop thinking about you."
Judy chuckled, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of Maggie’s blouse, teasing the sensitive skin just above her waistband. "That’s what I like to hear," she murmured, her lips brushing against Maggie’s ear. "Because I’ve been thinking about you too. Especially when I’m alone in my office, with the door locked, and my fingers—"
Maggie’s breath hitched as Judy’s fingers traced lower, her touch teasing the waistband of her jeans. "Judy, we’re in the library," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Judy smirked, her fingers slipping just beneath the fabric, her touch light but deliberate. "And?"
Maggie bit her lip, her hips shifting slightly in her seat. "Someone could see."
Judy’s fingers stilled, her gaze locking onto Maggie’s. "Do you want me to stop?"
Maggie hesitated, her pulse racing. Then she kissed Judy's palm again before whispering, "I really need to do homework." Judy's eyes were compassionate and she nodded. "Come with me. No hanky-panky, I promise." Judy waited for Maggie to gather her stuff, then led Maggie to her office. Judy shot the door behind her and indicated the chair beside her desk. Maggie settled, looking worriedly at Judy.
Judy noticed and smiled as she sat in her own chair. She turned to face Maggie. "It's okay, baby girl. You're not at school only to be my slut. Classes come first." Maggie sighed gratefully and nodded. Judy went on. "I just want to tell you our plans this week."
Maggie looked surprised. "We have plans, Mommy?" Judy nodded. "Indeed we do. Thursday evening, I'm taking you shopping. And Saturday, I'm taking you dancing again." Maggie felt a bolt of lightning rocket down her spine. "Wha-a-at?" Judy nodded and leaned forward, letting Maggie look down her cleavage. "I've been thinking about it. You're right. You want to show off and be used. And I want to watch that happen. So that's what we'll do." Judy leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled as she studied Maggie with a knowing smile. "You've been so good about keeping up with your studies, and I think you deserve a reward. And I think I deserve to see you shine."
Maggie bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the edge of Judy's desk. "You really want to take me out like that? Out in public?"
Judy's smile turned wicked. "Oh, Maggie. You have no idea how much I want that. The way you move when the music takes you... the way you look when you're being watched..." She trailed off, her gaze dropping to Maggie's lips.
"I want to see you let go. I want to see you *want* to be seen."
Maggie's breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt. "You really think I can do that?"
Judy reached out, her fingers brushing Maggie's cheek. "I *know* you can. You're stronger than you think. And I'll be right there with you, every step of the way."
Maggie swallowed hard, her pulse racing. "What if I... what if I don't want to stop?"
Judy's smile turned knowing. "Then we won't. That's the beauty of it, baby girl. You don't have to." Judy's voice was low, velvety, and dripping with promise. "You don't have to stop at all. That's the whole point, isn't it?"
Maggie felt her cheeks flush as she nodded slowly. The idea of being watched, of being *used*, sent a thrill through her that she couldn't ignore. "I just... I don't know if I can do it," she admitted, her fingers twisting in her skirt.
Judy leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, her gaze intense. "You can. And you *will*. Because you're mine, Maggie. And I know exactly what you need." Judy's fingertip traced Maggie's mouth. "And you almost did already, last weekend."
Maggie's breath caught in her throat as Judy's words settled over her.
The weight of them was intoxicating, the way they wrapped around her like a promise. *You're mine.* The words sent a shiver down her spine, not from fear, but from something far more primal. Something that made her pulse quicken and her skin flush.
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of Judy's desk. "You really think I can do this?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Judy's smile was slow, deliberate, like she was savoring the moment. "I don't just *think* you can," she murmured, her voice low and velvety. You're stronger than you realize, Maggie. And I'm going to prove it to you." Her fingers traced the curve of Maggie's jaw, tilting her face up. "You're going to dance for me, baby girl. You're going to let yourself be seen. And then you're going to fuck and be fucked. Get ready for the wildest night of your life thus far."
Maggie opened her mouth to object some more, but Judy pushed her thumb into her mouth. Maggie's mouth closed quickly and she sucked hard. Judy's eyes went dark. "If you change your mind, we can talk about it on our usual Wednesday morning date, okay?" Maggie nodded and swirled her tongue around Judy's thumb one more time then let it slip free. "Yes, Mommy." Maggie whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at Judy with wide, eager eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. You know I will." Judy's fingers tightened slightly in Maggie's hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat. "Good girl," she murmured, her lips brushing against Maggie's pulse point. "I knew you'd see things my way." Maggie shivered at the contact, her breath coming faster as Judy's fingers trailed down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone before slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse. "You're so responsive," Judy murmured, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above Maggie's waistband before she turned Maggie towards the door and spanked her. "Go, be brilliant. We'll talk in the morning." Judy's voice was firm, but her fingers lingered on Maggie's waist as she turned her toward the door. "Now go. Study. Be brilliant. And don't forget—Thursday evening, you're mine."
Maggie nodded, her cheeks flushed as she gathered her books, her fingers trembling slightly. "Yes, Mommy," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She glanced back at Judy, who was watching her with a knowing smile, her fingers still resting on the edge of her desk.