Hot for Teacher

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 2 - Moving On.

Blueblood's house was in one of the fancy areas of North Canterlot, the kind of place where everyone kept to themselves. Chatter between neighbours was strictly forbidden by some kind of unspoke code, though even if it hadn't been, conversation would have been impossible across the 10 foot high fences surrounding each property. As such, It wasn't exactly hard for Colgate to slip inside the grounds unnoticed; she had memorized the combination for his gate the one time he had brought her here, and he hadn't bothered to change it now. His mistake.

Once past the gate, Colgate quickly headed down the drive towards the main house. Blueblood's house was actually his parent's house, and it was more of a manor than a house. Viscount Blueblood II and his wife, Lady Bluebelle were some of the most highly regarded people in Canterlot. Viscount Blueblood was notable as a philanthropist, generously donating large chunks of his income to the needy and managing any number of charitable organisations, while Bluebelle was a former musician who, having married Blueblood was now a regular patron of the performing arts. Many libraries and hospitals had wings named after then, or so Blueblood had once told her. She had been impressed at first, but now she could see that he was just doing a bit of 'I'm better than you' gloating at her expense.

Right now, both parents were away on an extended holiday abroad, visiting Saddle Arabia on a vacation, while leaving Bluebastard home alone. How two so decent people could have raised such a spoilt brat as him was beyond Colgate's understanding. But it didn't matter. She wasn't going to have anything to do with any of them after tonight. He would be persona non grata from now on, nothing more than a bad memory, which she could easily manage though the memory blocking magic of alcohol.

Soon she reached the perfectly manicured lawns out the front of the house. A small 'keep off the grass' sign was held up as the only means of stopping her, and she just walked right over it, heading for a spot where she would be in full view of the house. She wanted Blueblood to see this; wanted him to know that this was her doing.

Finding a suitable spot, Colgate pulled a pair of wooden sticks out of her bag and lashed them together into a crude cross. Around the shorted stick she stuck Blueblood's shirt, and tied his pants onto the bottom. On the top she jammed a blond wig and taped a photo of Blueblood to the front. A bag of straw she had picked up from a local fodder store was used to fill up the shirt and pants, and in a few minutes, Colgate had a simple scarecrow that was clearly meant to be Blueblood. Ramming the dummy into the ground, Colgate paused and looked at the house again. She couldn't see Blueblood up there, but she was sure that he was watching.

Turning back to the dummy, Colgate picked up the final item she had bought while she was out: A disposable cigarette lighter.

Flicking it on, she looked at the captivating, cleansing flame for a moment before, without hesitation, she dropped in into the chest of the effigy.

The effigy caught instantly, and in moments the entire thing was consumed in fire. The shirt, pants and photo of Blueblood were immolated within moments. Colgate just stood there, watching it all burn, destroying any lingering traces she still felt for Blueblood. Just as the fire was destroying the physical, so too was it metaphorically cleansing her mind of his poison. A mad cackle escaped her lips.

Sure she knew that this was over the top, but she was feeling dramatic. This would certainly go down in the annals of breakups if such a book ever existed. Still, Blueblood deserved this; deserved worse than this. It was said that revenge was a dish best served cold, but right now flaming hot felt pretty damn good.

After a few minutes, the fire started to die down. Colgate had chosen a spot where there was no danger of the fire spreading to other plants or the grass; she had no quarrel with the gardener. Making more work for them was not something she wanted to do to them. Once she was sure that the fire was going to go out safely, she picked up her bag and ran for the exit gate. No doubt police would be arriving soon, and she had to get home to give them the proper welcome.

From a window atop the house, Blueblood just watched the effigy burn. All of this only proved that he had been right to move on from that blue girl. Even if she hadn't found out the way she did, he would only have dumped her in another week or so. Even the girl he would have dumped her for, Flitter would only serve to distract him for a month or two at most. They were playthings, nothing more. He had never yet met a woman he considered to be his equal, one worthy of bearing him a child and carrying on the Blueblood line. Maybe he never would; maybe such a woman didn't exist.

Pausing only to check that there was a tape in the security camera, Blueblood retreated back into his mansion. He could easily call the cops on Colgate; he had photographic evidence of her committing arson, trespass, and probably a magnitude of other crimes.

No, he decided. He would hang onto this one. A person of his position knew the value of information, especially information that someone else didn't want getting out. No doubt there would be a more opportune time to use this; sometime when it benefitted him far more than a simple arrest.

Colgate made it back to her apartment in good time and quickly headed inside. She would probably only have minutes before someone came around asking questions and asking her to accompany them to the station. She wasn't going to resist the law, deny she had done what she had done. Blueblood deserved it, and it if meant spending a couple of nights in a cell, then so be it.

Arranging a chair so that when the police came, they would instantly see her sitting down waiting for them, she moved into the kitchen and got a glass of cranberry juice. She'd wait for them to arrive, toast them with her glass, grab her coat and let them carry her off.

They would be here soon, so she just sat down and waited. A little light music maybe. I fought the law and the law won seemed appropriate.

After ten minutes and two repetitions of the music, she was still waiting. Surely the police didn't have that bad a response time. No, they must all just have been busy. An officer would be along any minute now.

After an hour, Colgate had drunk the juice and was slumping in her chair, bored. This was just insulting now.

After three hours, with the sun hanging low in the afternoon sky, Colgate had to accept that the police weren't coming. There had been no activity of any kind outside her window for hours now, save for a couple of other students coming and going from their apartments. Maybe Blueblood hadn't called the police on her.

And for some reason, that though frightened her even more than if he had.

Weeks turned to months, and Colgate dedicated herself to her studies like never before. She had always been near the top of her class, but now she was smashing through the roof. Hers was always the first hand to go up when a question was raised, hers was always the best presentation or assignment to be handed back. Her tutors were impressed, and she heard along the grapevine that she might even be named the valedictorian of her year if she kept it up.

But for all her academic success, there was still something missing. She hadn't had sex for all that time. Ever since him; she couldn't bring herself to say his name anymore, she hadn't been able to work up the courage to try and get herself out there again. She just wasn't ready yet.

But she had needs, and her fingers just weren't taking care of it anymore. Even her beloved vibrators and magic hitachi wand were simply not up to the task of keeping her satisfied. She needed the touch of someone else.

She wasn't ready or interested in a committed relationship; that much was clear. Every time she looked at a co-ed and thought about trying to get a new boyfriend, then the memories of he shall not be named in polite company flooded back into her head from the vault she had banished him too. She couldn't risk having her heat broken again like she had that time. Maybe what she was looking for was someone who was just looking for a good time.

Yes, something casual would be perfect for now. Someone willing to get together for a night of fun, but keeping it purely at the platonic level as far as a relationship was concerned. Sex, nothing else but sex; that would do nicely.

And so, Colgate started looking through some of the classified ads on some papers and even online in the Canterlot area. It took quite some wading through the sheer number of ads that were just some random guy boasting about the size of his cock, or people promising that she would have the time of her life wrapped around this tick pole. She discarded those ones almost instantly; they weren't what she was looking for, and probably weren't even close to the massive thirteen inches that the ads all promised they were.

She was almost about to just give up when she spotted one ad right down the bottom of the paper. It was small, and stood out clearly if only because of how much it was trying to not be noticed.

Woman seeking adult companion(s) to share in the discreet exploration of fantasy. No preference male/female companion. Must be able and willing to engage in light bondage and roleplay. No strings attached.

Colgate looked at the ad. It was perfect. Just the sort of thing she had been looking for. Despite the fact that she had dated boys exclusively so far in her life, Colgate had long thought of herself as being Bi. Gender wasn't a big issue to her, and if this person in the ad was willing to experiment, then so was she.

Actually, no that wasn't quite true. She had been with girls before.

A girl.

Once.

Maybe.

It had been years ago, back when she was in her freshman year at university. She and a couple of friends had been invited to a frat party off campus.

The party had started off well enough. There was chips and dip, booze was flowing pretty freely for those who wanted it, and it was clear that the hosts had no issue to public displays of affection. Someone had even hired this young girl in glasses to run the sound system. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, maybe fifteen, but everyone said she was the best DJ this side of Manehattan. And Colgate had been impressed. The girl certainly seemed to know her stuff, effortlessly mixing records and driving the beat of the party. A case's worth of empty energy drink cans lined the stage next to her speakers, with an open one literally spinning on the playing record.

What she did remember though was the girl on the dance floor. She would have been about Colgate's age, and she had seriously cute amethyst eyes. And what was more, she seemed to be focusing them on Colgate herself, fluttering them in what could only be a 'come here' motion. Intrigued, Colgate winked back at her a couple of times. Though she hadn't ever tried it, she was open to it, and if this girl was flirting with her, then well, who knew what could happen? Frat parties were all about trying new things. Well, that and drunken orgies.

Fittingly, someone at the party must have spiked the punch with something rather strong, rum perhaps, as the last thing Colgate could really remember about that night was her on the dance floor, shaking her hips to the music and slowly working her way over towards where the girl was working her stuff.

After that the nigh because a bit of a blur; fragmented images so distorted that they couldn't have been real. It wasn't until the next morning that Colgate could remember anything clearly, and it was something that she would never forget.

(Five years earlier)

Groaning, Colgate opened her eyes and instantly wished that she hadn't. Light and noise assaulted her in ways there was no way it was legal to do so. Even raising her head up a little sent the room spinning, so she just fell back down into her bed.

Nausea assaulted her next. Acid bile crept up her throat and burned at the back of her mouth. She had never been this heavily hung over before; clearly the punch she had been last night had been hit with something rather strong. Whatever it was, she was grateful that she appeared to be home at least, in her own bed. She could have been waking up somewhere on the side of the road, or worse. If a hangover was the worst she experienced, then she would consider herself lucky and be more careful about what she drank in the future.

Once the nausea had subsided a little, she very carefully rolled over to the side of the bed, eager to get into the bathroom and wash herself down. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hit her first clue that all was not as it seemed: there was a wall where there should have been empty space for her to get up.

Blinking her eyes to try and clear them, Colgate carefully craned her neck around, trying to get a good look at the offending structural redesign. Not only had someone installed a wall in her bedroom, they had also repainted the entire thing a different colour.

As the world around her slowly started to come back into focus, Colgate noticed other things that were wrong with her bedroom. The windows faced the wrong way, the bed itself was too small, and the sheets were the wrong colour. Something told her that this wasn't her apartment...

The final nail the coffin was the fact that there was another girl asleep in the bed with her.

Colgate quickly spun around to look at the other side of the bed, and instantly regretted it as the contents of her stomach threatened to come back up. Holding them down with all the drained will she could muster, Colgate look a look at the girl sleeping next to her. It was the girl from the night before, passed out on the bed. The covers had slipped down at some point during the night, revealing almost everything about her body to any who cared to look; a couple of freckles here and there, tits to die for and an ass that just begged to be squeezed into some skin tight shorts. Whoever the girl was, she clearly had taken good care of her body, as not an ounce of wasted far could be seen on her arms or legs.

Colgate was similarly dressed in a lack of any attire, and as her senses slowly started to settle back down and take stock of the room, it was clear from the piles of clothes on the floor, the sticky feeling between her legs and the overall smell of the room that sex had happened here last night.

She had thought that the girl was cute, but had they really...

With a massive BANG that sent shockwaves echoing throughout Colgate's skull, the door to the room crashed open and in walked the DJ from the night before. Unlike Colgate, she still looked fresh as a daisy, probably due to chugging way more than the recommended dose of energy drinks. Not a single hair was out of place in the creative chaos on top of her head, though it would have been hard to tell anyway. Most importantly, she was grinning like a maniac at the sight of Colgate gripping her head. Colgate quickly thrust a hand over her breasts, while the other one tried to cover her cunt. The girl just looked at her and smiled.

Oblivious to the pain she seemed to be causing, she walked in, a pair of water filled glasses carried on a tray, along with a couple of pills of some kind. She put them down next to Colgate and dropped the pills into the water, where they instantly started dissolving.

"Oh-ho, I know that look," she said, handing one glass to Colgate. "That's the 'oh, god, what did I do last night' look, isn't it." She stopped when she saw Colgate's futile attempts to preserve her modesty. "Relax, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Nice though. Here, drink this, it will make you feel better."

Figuring that she had nothing to hide from the girl, Colgate lowered one hand, took the glass and gulped the contents. Instantly the headache dimmed a little, and she felt a little better than before. "Thanks," she muttered.

"No problem," the DJ said, "Vinyl Scratch always takes care of her ravers, and baby, you were on fire last night. You and that other chick were really into it." Vinyl stopped when she caught sight of the other girl in the bed. If it was possible, her grin spread even wider, threatening to escape the confines of her face altogether.

"Ooo, nice! You two did get it on. Aww, you should have called me; I'm totally down for a little three's action." Vinyl punctuated her words by flicking her tongue between the V of her spread fingers. The imagery was obvious, even for Colgate's diminished mental state.

"I'm not sure we actuall-," Colgate started, but Vinyl waved her off.

"Ahh, the old 'I don't remember' excuse. Classic." Vinyl fished in her pocket for a moment and pulled out her phone. "Maybe this will help you remember a bit." Swiping over the phone, she called up the camera and selected a couple of photos from the night before. "Trust me, blue, you and blond there was getting more than a little hot and heavy out there on the dance floor."

She flipped the phone over and showed Colgate the photo roll. There were four photos of Colgate and the other girl. The first one showed the pair of the on the dance floor, Colgate bent over and the other girl grinding her hips against her butt. Both of them looked like they were enjoying themselves. The second photo was a little more intimate, with the pair of them pressed up against each other, the other girl's arms around Colgate's neck. They were inches away from kissing in the photo.

The third photo was clearly a little bit later on. They had left the dance floor and moved onto one of the frat's couches. The girl was on her back, with Colgate on top of her, arms and legs wrapped around her. They were doing more than just kissing now, with one of her hands cupping the girl's breasts. People around them were clearly cheering at the sight, with several cameras clearly visible and trained on them.

The final photo was of her pulling the girl by the arm away from the crowds and towards a bedroom door; this one presumably. From the expression on her face, there was no question what would be following on next.

Colgate looked at the photos, hoping that they might jog something in her mind. Nothing clicked though; the night before was nothing but an alcohol fuelled blur and that was the way it was going to stay. Photos don't lie, however, and Colgate had no reason to think that Vinyl had faked the images. She wouldn't have had enough time for one thing.

A groan from the bed caught both of their attentions. On the bed the girl was waking up. She writhed around for a bit before putting a hand to her head. Fluttering her eyes for a moment, she looked up at Colgate and Vinyl, clearly trying to focus on them. "AAAAuuuuuggggggg," she groaned, shifting her hand from her hand to covering her mouth.

Vinyl picked up the second glass from the tray and handed it to the girl. She took one sniff of the contents and instantly both her eyes flicked wide open and she jumped out of the bed like a live wire had been run through the sheets.

"Make a hole," Vinyl called out, standing aside and flicking the window open. The girl made a beeline for the window and only just made it before she started retching. Vinyl just stood there, holding her hair out of her face.

"That's it, that's it, just let it out," she said, speaking softer than she had been before. She looked up at Colgate, adding, "not the first time I've had to do this. My GF is sweet and all that, but she's a total lightweight when it comes to holding her booze. Not that I'm admitting to underage drinking mind you." Vinyl game Colgate a quick 'nothing doing' smile. "Speaking of which," she continued, pulling her phone out with one hand and called up the photos of Colgate again. With a practiced finger she deleted all the photos. "She's great and all, but she only came out a month or two ago. She's still feeling a touch insecure, and if she found photos of me looking at another girl, she'd probably flip out. I love her, and she can use a cello bow like no girl I've ever met before if you know what I mean, but she can be SUCH a bitch at times."

Eventually the girl stopped vomiting. She stood up a little straighter and put a hand to her head. "Ow, ow, ow."

Vinyl handed her the glass again, which this time she gulped and swilled around before spitting it out the window. Once it was clear that she wasn't going to chuck up again, Vinyl gave her a pat on the shoulder. "You two good?"

The girl sat back down on the bed and held her head down in her hands. "Yeah, yeah, I think I'm ok now."

"Then my job is done. I'll leave you two love birds alone. You probably have a little talking to do." Vinyl winked at Colgate, or at least Colgate assumed that Vinyl winked at her; it was hard to tell under the nearly opaque glasses. With that, she just trotted out of the room, moments later banging someone else's room open in much the same manner as she had Colgate's.

Colgate wasn't quite sure what she should be doing right now. The other girl hadn't seemed to have realised that she was in the room with her.

Finally the girl seemed to notice Colgate looking at her. "Hey," she said weakly.

"Hey," Colgate repeated. There wasn't really much else to say.

"Don't take this the wrong way," the girl started, clearly addressing the elephant in the room, "but did we..." she paused flicking a finger between the pair of then, "have sex last night?"

Colgate nodded, "Yeah, I think we did. That DJ chick showed me a couple of photos."

"Do you remember any of it?"

Colgate shook her head. "Not really. It's mostly just a blur."

The girl looked a little relieved. "What's you name?"

"Minuette, but everyone just calls me Colgate now. How about you?"

She smiled a little, "I'm Cloud Kicker. What do you say, Colgate; care to pretend that none of this ever happened?"

"Sounds good to me."

Cloud Kicker picked up what was left of her glass of water. "To never speaking of this again, then. Now, could you hand me my bra?"

Ever since that night, Colgate had considered herself to be Bi. She hadn't actually done anything with another girl, but the idea that she could be attracted to females had always remained. After how things had ended up with Blueblood, she was in no hurry to give men another shot. Maybe the time was right for her to really explore the lesbian side to her sexuality. After all, she had enjoyed herself with Cloud Kicker, or at least she thought she did; she had no regrets about the idea that she had gone down on another chick. And if there was one thing she did enjoy, it was loosing herself in a vivid and passionate sexual fantasy.

Taking note of the email address attached to the advert, she quickly composed a reply message and sent it off into the ether.

A reply to her message had been forthcoming a couple of hours later, and a place to meet and discuss things was quickly established. A small cafe was the chosen place. Colgate got there a couple of minutes early and picked out a good spot near one of the walls where the tables were a little bit further apart. A perfect place to sit and meet with a total random stranger to discuss the terms for anonymous sex.

A few minutes later on, just as she had finished ordering a coffee for herself a shadow fell over her and a timid voice asked her "Are you expecting someone?"

Colgate looked up, sure that she knew the voice from somewhere. Who she saw standing over her was someone she certainly remembered, though not someone she ever expected to meet again, much like this.

Standing up above her was one of her old teachers from high school.

Colgate looked up at her, incredulous.

"Miss Cheerilee?"