Page 4 of A London Little's Pom Pom

It was lovely.

But the crochet time was over far quicker than either of them would have liked, and as they were packing up, Rosie decided to lean into the bluntness that she was so used to being chastised for. “Hey, Eloise?”

“Yes?”

“Are you gay?”

Eloise raised her eyebrows but nodded.

“Huh. And would you be interested in maybe going on a date with me? Please don’t feel like you need to answer now, I know this is your place of work, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable and—”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I would like to go on a date with you. I’d like, if it’s not too forward, to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you all afternoon.”

“Oh, yes please,” breathed Rosie, and then Eloise was walking towards her in quick decisive strides with an intense look on her face that made Rosie’s knees almost buckle. She sat down on the stool with a thump, and Eloise grinned at her before leaning down, running her thumb across Rosie’s cheek, and then kissing her.

The mere touch of her lips lit a fire inside of Rosie and she found herself kissing hungrily back, her arms encircling Eloise’s neck all of their own accord.

Eloise pulled back, and they looked at each other, blood pounding, breath erratic.

“Fuck,” said Rosie. “Fancy skipping the date and going straight to dessert?”

“I am going to eat you all up,” said Eloise, with a growl in her voice and Rosie’s pussy clenched. Wow that was hot.

“Yes. Yes please.”

“I actually,” said Eloise with a laugh, “live out the back; there’s a flat there and when I moved down from Nottingham, they offered it to me. Wanted me for my crocheting skills and I couldn’t afford to move to London.”

“Good,” said Rosie. “Closer is definitely better.” She rubbed her thighs together, putting pressure against her clit.

“Also,” and here Eloise looked more than a little awkward. “I should speak to you first.” She sat down on the chair opposite Rosie. “There are a couple of things. Firstly, I’m pretty kinky.”

“Oh, that sounds like a terrible problem,” said Rosie, deadpanning, and then added, in case Eloise hadn’t got what she was saying, “That’s fine, I’m kinky too. I’m subby. You?”

“Definitely Domme-y. In fact, I tend to lean towards being a Daddy Domme.”

“Is that so,Daddy?” Rosie wriggled in her chair at the look on Eloise’s face, and then giggled. “Well, I’m a Little, so that’s not a problem for me.” She bounced in her chair, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Chapter Three

Eloise’s flat was cosy and colourful; slightly bigger than Rosie’s, and definitely warmer. That boded well for getting naked, Rosie thought.

But as soon as the door closed, she suddenly came over all shy, and ducked her head when Eloise walked towards her.

“What’s the matter, Little one?” asked Eloise, her voice low and warm.

“I…I…” she twisted the skirt of her dungaree dress in her hands, “Daddy, I isnervous.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Eloise drew her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Would you like cuddles on the sofa with Daddy?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes please.”

When they sat down on the sofa, Eloise pulled Rosie back so that she sat between her legs, and tugged a crocheted blanket over the two of them. “Come here baby girl, come to Daddy.”

She anchored Rosie in place with one arm, whilst the other traced soothing patterns on Rosie’s forearm. The pressure of the anchoring arm loosened something in Rosie’s chest and she could feel her breathing even out. That was better, less nervousness.

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