SIMPLY BOSSY
AnniKay
Lauren/Finn
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(As you can tell because they made the silly decision to not make Chord a permanent part of the cast)
You requested it, so here it is. Here are the Finn/ Lauren scenes you didn't get to fully see in Learning French. In MariposaFria's vein, I will label the chapters based on their corresponding chapter from the main story. Your encouragement helps more than you know. Take a moment and let me know what you enjoyed most about the update.
AN: Thanks to TeamLuck89 for the 'ship name Finn/Lauren shall forevermore be referred to as LINN
Chapter 33
LINN Phone Conversations
Finn Point of View
After Kurt and I went over the events of our long weekend with Mom and Burt, my mom came up to the room and she and I had a great talk about me growing up and finding my own ideal of beauty rather listening to the ideals presented by others. "After all, I was never the thinnest or the prettiest girl. But your father loved me. He said my smile could light up the darkest room. He'd be proud of you, Finn, so very proud. Burt said to tell you that he is proud of you as well. I've been very lucky to have been loved by two wonderful men who were willing to look at me and see my beauty, no matter what anyone else thought of me…even myself sometimes."
"But Mom, you are beautiful." I said confused.
"Mothers are always beautiful to their children…Love creates rose colored glasses." She said as she stood. "Otherwise how else could you have been with that little Berry girl so long." she muttered. I pretended not to hear her, even as I silently agreed.
As soon as she closed the door behind her I texted Lauren, 'can we talk?'
Her answer was to call me. "What's the what, Finn?"
"I just kinda wanted to talk." I said hedging a bit.
"Finn, I asked you to be honest with me." she said sternly. Her voice slid up and down my spine. Her tone making my pjs tighten in the crotch area. "Now I will ask again…and I want the straight answer…what did you need?"
I groaned. "Yes ma'am. Partly I did just want to talk kinda tell you about what my mom just said. But there's something you said on the bus that I just can't get out of my head." I answered honestly.
"Ok, we'll discuss your convo with your moms first and then we'll talk about the fact that girls do masturbate too." She said conversationally.
I blushed, and got even harder. "Well my mom said that my dad would be proud of me for growing up and getting past the need to have a girlfriend other's would want and being with a girl I want. She said that she wasn't beautiful but dad and Burt love her anyway…but she is beautiful. I don't get it."
"Of course you think she's beautiful…she's your mom. But thing is society has a real hard on for anorexic broads with perfectly symmetrical features, or other weirdly unattainable things. Most men eventually realize this and get beyond it…then you have the Shallow Hals and George Costanza's boys in men's bodies. Guys who never 'really' grow up. They are usually the bottom scrapers and are fugly themselves. Since there is nothing in them anyone could find attractive, they tend to focus on the physical for others too."
"I saw Shallow Hal, and I remember wondering how he was being so picky, when he was chubby and weird looking. I don't want to be like him." I said honestly.
Lauren laughed. "Don't worry…you seem to be getting past that bullshit. Way to man up Finnocence."
I blushed again, this time from the warm feeling of value that came from her words. "Thank you, Lauren." I smiled into the phone.
"Now ask me the thing that's been bothering you." She said. I could almost see the cheeky little grin on the phone. "And be explicit." She commanded.
"I just I didn't realize that girls did that. I mean I know boys do…but I didn't think girls did. Or at least not any of the girls I know." I started.
"Well that's bullshit." She huffed. "You know me, you know Sadie, you know Brittany and you know Santana, biblically. I'm sure that Quinn and Rachel don't but Quinn is pretty religious. Lots of Christian religions frown on it. Rachel…well sociopaths tend not to think of sex the same way as the rest of the world…At least that's what Dr. Wong on SVU says."
"Whoa…well how do girls do it? It's really easy for us…sometimes it's hard not to jerk off…but girls?" I asked. It's so nice not to have to try to figure out how to ask questions. I always have so many of them but I stopped asking because people look at me like I'm an idiot.
"Alright…first thing…are you asking for the mechanics? Or do you want to get off." She asked right back?
"What's the difference?" I asked not really understanding the difference.
"If you want the mechanics, I can tell you how it's done in a generic; most chicks do this kind of way. If you want phone sex I need to get rid of my panties and I'll walk you through how I get myself off, primarily using you as my focal point." She laughed.
"What are you wearing?" I asked curiously.
"Phone sex version it is." She said turning from Lauren into Ma'am. At least that's how it seems in my head. Maybe I better ask her about that.
"Wait, before we start that can I ask you something? How do you do that…one second I'm talking to Lauren…my friend and maybe more…the next I'm talking to Ma'am this very sexy WOMAN who I want more than I thought I could want anybody and who seems to see straight into my fricking soul." I said in a rush.
"I don't know…how can you be Finn, quarterback and New Directions leader one second, and then Finnie, my sexy little bitch boy the next? They are both parts of who we are. Switching between them is probably as natural as breathing. Is Ma'am how you think of me when you think of me when I'm being your mistress?" she asked her own curiosity coming through.
"Yeah. I mean when you get like that, you seem almost like the drill sergeant from the Police Academy movies. You know hard as steel but sexy too. So Ma'am works." I said quietly. "Is that okay?"
"It's all good. I can work with it." she responded. "Now why don't you tell me what you are wearing first?"
I looked down. "It's just a pair of green plaid pajama pants and my boxers."
"Ok. Stand up and take them off. Make sure that your door is locked first." She told me in the commanding tone of Ma'am.
I did as I was told. I was almost shivering in excitement. "Ok. It is locked, and I'm naked." I said lying down.
I heard a rustling sound on her end of the line. "Put your phone on speaker. You may ask for me to explain anything I say that you don't understand and answer any thing I ask you, but other than that you are to listen, ok?"
"Yes Ma'am." I said complying with her order.
"If you would like you can mimic what I say on your own body parts. But you may not cum until I give you permission." She taunted.
"Yes Ma'am." I groaned. I'm already really turned on, and she's gonna hold me off forever. Just the thought of this has me getting even harder.
"Now as to what I am wearing…I am wearing a satin ruffled sleep shirt with a deep v neckline, and ruffled collar, that stops about 3 inches down my thigh. It is candy apple red, and I was wearing matching panties, but I took those off as soon as you were ready. When I masturbate, I like to start with the fantasy, if I can build up a good fantasy it makes it a lot easier to cum. I get very wet when I think of bending you over and paddling your bottom. But tonight let's do something that we both will enjoy but not one we've already talked about. I told you it is my responsibility to make sure that you are taken care of too…and I take my responsibilities, very seriously."
I moaned a little. But she just continued. "You and I are in the weight room. That's a setting we can both visualize easily. You are on the bench, and I am spotting you. I'm wearing a pair of McKinley workout shorts, a burgundy bra, and a McKinley tee-shirt with the arms cut away. As I stand over you, you can clearly see up my shorts. When I catch you looking, I call you on it. I ask you if you liked what you saw. You being you, end up blurting that you didn't see nearly enough. So I look you in the eye and ask you what you wish you had seen. You try to back track until I command you to tell me the truth. 'Your pussy. I wish I had seen your pussy.' You finally admit. I ask you if that is all, and you add that you wish you could see my boobs. So I, of course, tell you to strip. Unable to say no, you do so. Once you are down to your boxers, I remove my shirt and shorts. When you've gotten rid of your boxers, I take off the bra and panties. What do you say next, Finnie?"
"I say thank you. I walk to you and ask if I may touch you. If you give me permission I reach out and unbraid your hair. Ma'am." I respond without thought.
She humms into the phone. "Good boy Finnie, good boy. My hands are playing with the neckline of my night shirt. Running up and down the inside of my tits. I can't keep them still anymore. I love the feel of hands on my tits, Finnie. Hands and mouths." She said softly. "You've unbraided my hair. I run my hands over my bare tits, and lift them up. Take a good long look…do you like what you see?"
"God yes." I breathe. I'm circling my own small flat nipples as I imagine being able to even just see hers.
"Good, Finnie. I've pushed the neckline down under my tits now, Finnie. My tits are out, and my nipples are so hard. I haven't even touched them yet, and still they are hard. Part of that is you, Finnie, knowing, hearing how much you want to see them is really, really hot. I'm holding my tits in my hands offering them up for you to look at. Once I feel you've looked your fill, I tell you to kneel. How do you respond Finnie?"
"Yes Ma'am. I say as I drop to my knees. No hesitation, if you want me to kneel, on my knees is where I need to be." I answer unhesitatingly.
"You are a good little pet Finnie. A good little bitch boy." She groaned. "I'm stroking my nipples now Finn. They are a dark rose not quite red, but nowhere near pink either…just the slightest touch of brown. They are so hard, I'm rolling them in my fingers, and I'm so wet. You kneel before me in the weight room as I'm standing next to the bench. You are eye level with my pussy. You can see the very bare lips and the arrow of short, slightly curly hair that points to my clit. You can see the very beginnings of my arousal. What do you do now, Finnie?"
"I look up at you and ask if I may kiss you there. On the arrow of hair." I whisper just loud enough to hear. Just imagining her standing before me like that is making my dick cry.
"I like that Finnie. I've pulled my nightshirt completely off Finnie. I'm running my hands over my stomach, it's soft and warm, I run them further, just starting to play with my pussy Finnie. In the weight room you are kneeling in front of me. I give you my permission and you press a kiss to my arrow. I can't bit back the moan that escapes me when your breath brushes over my clit. You lick out your tongue to taste me. Do I taste good Finnie?" She asks breathlessly.
"Yes Ma'am. You taste better than anything." I groan. My hands are fisted in my bed spread. I know if I even touch my cock I'll explode and I can't cum yet. My balls are already drawn up and tight.
"I'm sure I do. My hands are playing with my pussy now Finnie. I start slowly here too. I dip a finger between my pussy lips and get it wet; I draw the slick wetness up and flick my clit a bit with my wet finger. Never dry, that would hurt. When I can't take the little touches like that any longer, I start to fuck myself with just one finger at first. Finnie, your fingers are fucking huge, I bet they would feel really good inside me. I fuck myself with one finger until I need more. One by one I add more fingers. I can't usually take more than two or three. Big as I am everywhere else, I'm built very small down there. My pussy is very tight Finnie; it's not very deep either. That's why I think I would like your dick. It's just the right size not too long, but nice and thick. OH FUCKKKKKKKK!" she moaned loudly. "God, Damn. Cum Finnie. Now!" She barked as her own pleasure broke over her.
"Yes Ma'am." I groaned. Two strokes later and my cum was bursting from the head of my dick. "God, you are so good to me." I moan as I continue to cum harder than I have ever cum while jacking off in my whole life. My cum was all over my belly and pooling in my belly button.
Ma'am groaned. "That was a really, really good orgasm." She moaned. "Thank you Finnie. It became even hotter hearing you cum."
"You are welcome, Ma'am. I've never cum that hard in my life." I said reverently. "I mean I came close on the plane…but this was just whoa."
"Good." She said I could hear the smile in her voice. "Now I want you to meet me before school tomorrow. Do you know where I stay?" When I said yes, I'd had to drop Puck over there one day when his truck was at Burt's, she continued. "Good be here at 7:15. I'll drive you to school, and we'll come back here after wards. You will be showing me what you promised in New York. And I may do the same. I would like to begin your physical training, since you have taken so well to the mental stuff."
"Yes. Ma'am." I groan. God I am never gonna make it through school tomorrow.
She must have read my mind. "You will not masturbate at school tomorrow, I want to watch you cum, I want you to cum hard, and big…so no getting off at school."
I sighed. "Yes Ma'am."
"Oh it's worse than you think…I will be teasing you a lot tomorrow. That way your balls will make plenty of cum for me to watch when you pop off. Now get cleaned up and get some sleep. Finnie, you are not to rub one out at all between now and when we get back to my house tomorrow. If you do I will be unhappy. Understand?" she said sternly.
Great, I'm already getting hard again and I can't even have my morning cum…damn. Fuck thinking about it is just making it worse. "Yes Ma'am."
"Good Night Finnie, Dream of me." she said.
"Yeah like I can do anything else after that." I say without thinking. "Good night." I mumble. After we disconnect, I grab my jizz towel and clean myself up before getting dressed again. I fell into dreams of me and Lauren in that weight room doing things that I'm sure Coach Bieste would kill us for.
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