Making the Grade Ch. 01

"Be brave, honey. Tell me."

Laura drew a deep breath then began by saying, "It's just that I want...more. Don't get me wrong. I adore what we do and I love it so. But I have this huge fantasy that I'm hoping you can help me fulfill. If not, I'll understand. I...I want you to...I want you to force me to..." Laura searched for the right words. "To...do things to strange men in public." There was a moment of silence which gave her time to assume the worst. "Oh, God. You hate me now, don't you? Oh, please don't me angry with me, Cal."

I stroked her hair and said, "I'm not angry, sweetie. But isn't that dangerous in a literal kind of way? Are you sure about this?"

I could see both excitement and apprehension in her eyes as she said, "I know there's a small risk in swallowing cum and I wouldn't have unprotected sex ever but if we avoid the local area where no one knows us... We just need go out of town at least 50 miles where we'll have complete anonymity. That way you can..." She stopped in mid-sentence.

"So I can...what?"

After all we'd done and been through, Laura was still basically very insecure. I couldn't help but think that's why she was so submissive, why she needed someone else to be in control. She still found it hard to say exactly what she wanted. Finally, she said, "You can order me to suck someone's cock or submit to being fucked either in my pussy or in my ass. You choose the guy and I obey. And one more thing."

I smiled. "I'm still listening."

"Don't laugh, Master. I'm so worried you'll leave me. This is really hard to share with you."

"I'm not laughing. I'm just imagining the possibilities. What else?"

"I'd also like you to make me...expose myself in public." Laura immediately looked in my eyes to see if her newest idea would be accepted or not.

"Ah, hah! Okay. Now I'm getting this. Expose the 'top' or 'bottom'?" I asked.

"Yes," was all she said.

"I see. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, sir, but this will do...for now. Is this okay? Seriously, am I going too far for you, sweetheart?"

That was what she called me when we weren't role playing and she needed my approval. Okay, sometimes she called me "master" as you just saw. Both were a kind of signal that told me "I feel like I may be pushing things too far but I really want us to do this next thing and I need your approval."

"No, of course not, my love. In fact, I have just the thing in mind. How about this weekend? We'll take off around 4 o'clock and head down to Portland where I'll take you out to a very nice restaurant and ummm...show you off."

Laura's smile told me she was very happy. She hugged me and almost squealed with delight. "Thank you, Master! This is why I love you so much! Don't worry, I'm not saying I'm in love with you but I most definitely do love you for being so understanding. I can't wait to see what my benevolent master has in store for me!"

When I turned in my test Friday afternoon, I made sure Mrs. Bentley knew to check the back of the first page. I'd written lightly in pencil: Wear the beige cardigan WITHOUT the sweater along with the matching knit skirt. Wear the camel-colored coat. I want all gold jewelry: earrings, necklace, watch, and ankle bracelet and a gold clasp to hold the cardigan in place—you'll wear it at the top. Full make up. Very classy and sophisticated. Be ready at 4pm. "Your M"

I saw her casually turn the page over making sure no one else was looking. After perhaps a minute, she flipped the page back and set the test down. She was doing everything in her power not to look at me but it was clearly killing her. Just before the bell rang, our eyes met for the briefest of moments. No smiles were permitted but we did have a "sign." She pulled back the cardigan sweater she was wearing as if she was "exposing" one of her boobs to me. I nodded ever so slightly to indicate my approval just as the bell rang.

Laura was ready and waiting as I pulled into the garage. "Do you approve, Master?" she said as she pulled open her expensive coat and showed me what she was wearing.

Everything was exactly as I'd told her. She flashed me one of her boobs as she pulled the sweater back. "Very nice. You're going to make someone very happy tonight."

I drove her car because we were going to a very upscale restaurant I'd found on line. I borrowed a coat and tie from a friend whose parents had money. Along with a pair of gabardine slacks, I would have no trouble meeting the dress code.

I'd made reservations Wednesday as soon as I got home. We talked non-stop the entire three-hour ride south into Northern Oregon. We pulled off of I-5 and in a couple of minutes the valet was parking her car. This was a very high-end place and although it was very busy, the noise level was very low even including the music from a piano player who was just off the center of the restaurant.

"Good evening, sir. Good evening, Ma'am. How may I help you?"

"Table for two, please. Last name is Bentley."

The maître d tapped his computer screen a couple of times and said, "Yes, I have it right here. Please follow me." We were led to a table on the far side of the restaurant and I sat Laura so that our backs were to the wall facing into the main area of the restaurant. There were tables around us but there were all orientated so that no one was really looking directly at one another with the exception of one table directly to our front. A young man approached us and asked, "Ma'am, may I take your coat, please?

I leaned toward her to help her with her coat and asked quietly, "Is the clasp in place?"

She opened her coat very slightly and nodded. I helped her remove it and handed it to a guy who was probably about my age. While it was by no means dark inside, the lighting was minimal which was perfect as no one would notice that more than just cleavage was showing. Laura's cardigan was being held in place by a bright gold clasp at the top. Even so, about a two-inch gap of bare skin was visible all the way down to her skirt.

"Having fun so far?" I asked her.

"My heart is pounding so hard I can't believe you don't hear it!" she told me. "Here comes our waiter!" she announced.

"Okay. Looks like you lucked out. Do you think he's cute? I asked. I had a hard time telling whether a guy was acceptable in most cases so asking was the only way to find out.

"Not as cute as you but he's okay."

"Great," I told her as he approached our table. "He's your assignment, Slave. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master. I am so ready."

Our waiter looked to be around 30 and I noticed his silver name plate said "Jeff." Jeff introduced himself then handed us menus that were unlike any I'd ever seen. Very large, very formal, and rather heavy. The "paper" was more a thick parchment and the writing was in calligraphy.

"May I get you something to drink, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes! Champagne, please," she said pleasantly.

He then turned to me and said politely but firmly, "Sir, I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'll have to ask for some form of ID. House policy, you know."

I pretended not to be able to find my wallet and said, "Is there any way you can just let that slide tonight? We just got engaged and my fiancé and I really want to celebrate."

Jeff was good. He didn't show the slightest indication he even noticed the difference in our ages. He simply said, "I'm sorry, but without ID I can't serve you, sir. I could lose my job and the restaurant could lose its liquor license."

I motioned for him to bend down a bit and said to him just above a whisper, "Are you sure? My fiancé can be very...persuasive." This was Laura's cue to remove the clasp and pull back one side of the sweater. If that shocked him, he didn't show it but he most definitely took in the view. I saw his eyes move from Laura's soft globe to her smiling face and back two or three times in rapid succession. I continued speaking. "Before you answer, let's just say my fiancé is very willing to uh, tip you well tonight if you can make this happen."

Jeff raised up slightly, looked around in an unobtrusive way to make sure no one else was looking and said, "I believe that might be possible. I'd just need to verify the tip is taken care of upfront."

"That's understandable," I said as I turned to Laura. "Honey, that sounds reasonable, doesn't it?"

Laura nodded while continuing to maintain eye contact with Jeff. She had already re-attached the clasp and pulled the cardigan together tightly. "I'd love to. Is there somewhere you could take me where I could take care of this transaction?" she asked while smiling and batting her eyes. "Oh, it's critical that my fiancé be able to verify I paid the tip—in full."

"Yes, of course," he said slightly louder. "Customer satisfaction is our highest goal. I'd be happy to take you to the manager. Can you follow me, please?"

"Nicely played," I said to him as I stood up and offered Laura my hand. She was holding her sweater together with the other hand and had her purse draped over that arm in front of her.

Our waiter led us past the kitchen and toward the back of the restaurant then said, "Go down this hallway. There's a small room on the right. I'll be right there as soon as I close this door."

We went inside and in less than 15 seconds, our waiter came in behind us and also locked that door. "How much time do we have?" I asked him.

"Anything more than five minutes will attract attention because we don't ever have empty tables here. The maître d thinks you complained about my service so..."

"Five minutes is more than enough. I pulled a wooden chair into the middle of the room and told Jeff, "Take off your pants and underwear and have a seat." I sat down behind the small desk which afforded me a perfect view.

"Honey? I believe we promised Jeff a tip."

"Yes, we did." Laura unclasped her sweater then dropped down in front of Jeff on her knees. His cock was already stiffening but still soft. "Mmmmm. This looks delicious!" she said to me as she deftly took it into her mouth all the way to the hilt.

I suppressed a laugh as I heard Jeff moan. I heard that familiar "pop" as Laura's mouth came off. "Do like the way we tip our waiters, Jeff?" Immediately, her head lowered to once again take all of him into her warm mouth.

"Fuck!" Jeff cried out but in a subdued way. "Jesus! Oh, fuck!"

"I think he's already about to cum, honey," I said to Laura.

"Make sure you swallow every drop like the good little slut you are, okay?" I teased.

"Mmmm. Yes, Master."

Jeff was too far gone to care but even so, he couldn't help but notice Laura's response. "Master? What the fuck are you two into?" he asked rhetorically. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!!" Jeff's hips bucked wildly but Laura rode his cock like a pro. She swallowed several times then licked Jeff's dick clean until he flinched from the tenderness of a cock that had just cum.

"Fuck! That was...fan-fucking-tastic!" Jeff panted. "You guys are into some crazy shit." He stood up and as he was pulling his pants back up Jeff said, "You two leave first. Go back to your table and I'll bring a bottle of house champagne—when I can breathe again."

We laughed about it several times on the way home and each time Laura thanked me for supporting her. "Did I leave anything out?" I asked.

"No. It was perfect," she said. After a moment Laura said rather coyly, "Well, I wouldn't have minded being told to show my pussy to the guy watching us at the other table. I didn't wear panties just in case."

"Damn! That's on me. Next time, we'll most definitely 'leave it to your beaver," I reassured her.

"Next time! Oh, thank you, Master! I can't wait for a next time!"

Over the next two months, there were a number of "next times" at various events giving the lovely Laura the chance to well, bare it all. Okay, bare most of it anyway. She showed no signs of losing interest but I was beginning to grow bored. I had the only woman I'd ever wanted and I "had" her in every way imaginable. And as much as I loved seeing her wear the things I liked and being the younger, dominate man, I wanted to experience new things. Exactly what I wasn't sure of. How to tell Laura was an even more daunting task. I realized this couldn't be long-term relationship for either of us let alone something as permanent as a marriage, but it still had a lot of mileage left in it. What to do, what to do and how to do it?

Chapter 11

It was Winter Break and I was spending as much time with Laura as I possibly could while fending off endless questions from my mom. It wasn't that Dad didn't care. He was just busy with work and anytime he asked, I told him I was hanging out with a friend. He'd raise his eyebrow and ask, "With a female friend?" I'd nod or just say, "Yep" and he'd wink and tell me to have a nice time. If only he knew. On second thought...

A few days before Christmas, Laura and I were heading out of town for another public adventure. It only snowed a couple of times a year in the greater Seattle/King County area but it was coming down and the roads were a little slick. The salt trucks were just getting out but hadn't hit anything but the major roads yet.

I was driving well under the speed limit but when the car in front of me jammed on its brakes, that didn't prevent me from hitting it square on. I was doing less than 10mph when I hit it and while I knew there would be some minimal damage, I knew it couldn't be serious. What made it serious was who stepped out of the car to investigate.

"Oh, holy shit!" I said.

"It's okay, baby. You didn't do any serious dam... Oh MY GOD!!" Laura sat frozen as though the vehicle in front was filled with liquid oxygen that had just spilled all over her. "It's Karen Moreland. Oh, my fucking God. Oh, God, Cal! She CAN'T see us!"

"Let me handle this. Stay put and don't show your face!" I said in the sternest way possible.

I jumped out and met Karen at the rear of your car. "Oh my goodness. Karen? I'm SO sorry. Is your car okay? Are YOU okay?"

Karen's stare was as icy as the weather. "You've got to be kidding me? YOU? YOU hit my car? As if you haven't made my life miserable enough now I have to deal with this? Are you kidding me?"

There was a modest-sized dent just above the license plate and her car's bumper was scratched up pretty badly, but that seemed to be the extent of it.

Karen was fishing through her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "You don't need to get the police involved. We can take care of this ourselves. I'll pay for all the damage. You have my word, Karen."

"I have your word? Your word is worthless! I want this documented so I can know it'll get fixed. Your word my ass!" she hissed.

"Listen. Karen, this isn't just about me. Calling the police is also going to involve someone else. Someone I don't want involved in this. I know you're angry at me but can you please not call the cops?"

Karen was looking at the passenger seat but because of the snow and the fact that Laura was bent down, she couldn't see anyone. "Who do you have in the car, Cal? Some slut you're fucking? Someone you don't want me to see? Why is it so important to you that this person not be involved? She wasn't driving so just who are you protecting?"

Karen moved toward the passenger side of the vehicle and I gently took her arm and asked her to stop. She pulled her arm away from me and screamed, "Unless you want to be charged with assault, too, you keep your fucking hands OFF of me, you hear me!?!?"

Karen carefully made her way around to the passenger side as several cars honked and went around us. She used the edge of her cell phone to bang on the glass. "Who are you? Show me your face. Open the window! NOW!"

I could see this was hopeless so I said loudly, "Roll down the window."

Laura sat up and hit the button. There was a slight hum as the window came down just enough to expose Laura's face.

"Sister Bentley?" Karen said dumfounded by the revelation of who was with me. "What in the hell are you doing with Cal?"

"Karen, this isn't what it looks like," I said. "I was just giving Laura...Mrs. Bentley, a ride to the airport. Right, Mrs. Bentley?"

"Um, yes. That's right. I'm flying to San Diego to visit my son in the Navy. Cal was just giving me a lift. That's all."

Karen looked at both of us before saying, "I don't buy it. There's no reason why one of your students would be driving you anywhere. There's more to this than you're letting on. Roll the window down the rest of the way."

Laura looked to me for guidance. I nodded for her to go ahead.

As the window came down the rest of the way, Karen could clearly see that Laura was wearing only a winter-white cardigan with no bra (and no nothing else under it) in spite of Laura's best efforts to hold both sides together.

"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me! You two are FUCKING? Seriously, Sister Bentley? You're doing...HIM? Are you out of your freaing mind? He left me for YOU? You BITCH!"

"Karen, please," I said trying to calm her down. "Let's go somewhere more private and warmer and discuss this like adults. I know you're upset but..."

"Up-SET? Are you shitting me, Cal? Upset doesn't begin to scratch the surface of how I feel. How about angry? How about betrayed? How about wanting to cut your DICK off? That's how 'upset' I am, you prick!"

"So what do you want, Karen? I said I'd offer to pay for everything and I will. But can't you leave Laura out of this? Isn't there some way we can work this out without involving the police? Please? I'll do anything to avoid that. Just tell me what you want."

Karen stood there for a full minute just staring at her cell phone, then Laura, and then me.

"Are you breaking the Word of Wisdom, too, or are you just fucking your students—Laura?" Karen asked. "The Word of Wisdom" was shorthand Mormon-speak for its prohibition against the use of any tobacco products, alcohol, coffee, and tea.

"I have a glass of champagne at times," Laura replied.

"There's a bar half a mile down the road. Follow me there. We'll go in, sit down, and discuss this over a drink." Karen looked at me and said, "The Boy Wonder here can have a Coke." I just smiled at how easy it would be to get certain servers to bring me a beer—for free—but this was probably still too close to home for that.

"Okay. Fine. We'll be right behind you."

We parked next to Karen and walked in together. Laura had put on her coat so that she wouldn't unintentionally expose anything inside.

Karen and Laura had a glass of white wine while I did indeed order a Coke.

Karen spoke first. "I want to know what in the hell is going on with you two. And don't lie to me. You tell me the truth and I may decide to leave the cops out of this. Bullshit me and I hit 911 and you two are placed together at the scene of a car accident and I will take you to court. So talk!" Karen took a sip and waited.

I spent the next five minutes or so explaining how this all happened and without going into specifics about places or the names of our "targets", what we enjoyed doing together. Karen drained her glass and ordered another. "Easy there. That isn't water," I said trying to lighten the mood.

"No it's not, Cal. But thanks to you I now have a very high tolerance for alcohol. Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? And Sister...Laura...do you know how much I respected and looked up to you? And now I quite literally run into both of you and find out you're into some kind of kinky bondage shit? I don't give a damn about the Mormon Church anymore. I'm so over that. But I really liked you, Cal. I..."

"Karen. I really am sorry. You know I'd never dated before. I had no experience with dating let alone with break ups. I'd had a crush on Laura forever and when I found out she felt the same way about me it..."

"Don't you dare say 'it just happened.' You PLANNED this. You deliberately set out to hurt me and let me tell you, you did an amazing job!"