19 comments/ 118206 views/ 20 favorites Gabriella's Story Ch. 01 By: Jess4LadiesOnly "Gosh Gabi, is this such a good idea?" I think. But it's already too late, my mind is made up and there is nothing left inside of me that can change it or, for that matter, even remotely wants to. I have avoided this close contact for weeks. We're co-workers, so there is nothing good that can come out of it. ....Well, that's a lie, there's PLENTY of good that can come out of it, and knowing that makes it impossible to stop what I'm planning. As soon as that thought entered my mind, there was no getting it out. Besides, who am I kidding? As many free periods as I can, I make my way down to the gym just to steal brief moments in Clarissa's Phys. Ed. classes. And, of course, every day at noon, I draw the blind over my classroom door and then close and lock it when Mrs. D'Entrement comes by. I told myself at first that it was just important we not be distracted, but I have gradually become wise to the fact that Clarissa means far more to me than just my directing partner in the school play. Right now, Clarissa's back is to me and she is bent over the desk flipping through our script. "I don't know if I like our re-write from yesterday," she says. "Truth be told, I really blame your use of words like 'thus' and 'pertinent'. We'll have to hand out dictionaries at the door." Looking back over her shoulder at me and smiling, she sets me alight yet again. "God I'm such a sucker for a killer smile," I think. Whether it be her face, or that tush that I'm getting such a clear picture of right now, there is only one word that comes to my mind when I see her.....sexy. Simple concept, right? But I really think that's an overused word. A lot of people are beautiful or gorgeous, but sexy is a whole other category with me. When I look at someone and think "beautiful", I hope I get to know them and find out what makes them sexy. When I look at someone and think "sexy", chances are I'll be thinking of them next time Trixie, my toy rabbit, shows me a good time. Clarissa has been the star of my fantasies for nearly 2 months now. Her body isn't everyone's ideal, but that's part of the attraction. If she lost 15 or 20 pounds, she'd be well on her way to becoming one of those bone racks I hate with no butt and her ribs sticking out! She is just perfect the way she is. Her butt and breasts are supple and firm and supply her with curves that only seem possible in theoretical physics. Her tight, chestnut brown curls perfectly frame her slim face and high cheekbones. Her arms, legs and back are muscled but feminine from her years of soccer, and her skin is flawless to the eye. But is it flawless to the touch? Tearing my eyes away from her ass for once in my life, I can't help but notice that her blouse has pulled up and revealed the golden brown of her lower back. As she reads, her hips are swaying back and forth to the music constantly playing in my room at this hour. Wow, I wish I was causing her to make that wiggle! "I hadn't pegged you for a Fiona Apple fan," I manage, as the chorus of "O, Sailor" wafts through the room. "Yeah well, I'm waaaaay younger than you so I'm still hip," comes the reply. This time she doesn't turn, but I can tell she's smiling, the vixen! "Since when did 25 become waaaaay younger than 29 you little bitch!", I laugh, biting my tongue a little. God, this always happens! Clarissa goes into her sex kitten mode, digging at me and I want to go all flirty but hold back instead. As attractive as I find her, I gave up on sending obvious signals to her a week into our work together on the play. Clarissa is married with a 7-month old at home and I had been very up front with her about my sexuality right away. I don't make it a habit to blurt out "I'm a raving lesbian" to everyone I meet, but you spend time alone with anyone and eventually you get to relationships. The dear took that revelation in stride and has been making cracks about catching me looking at her "tits" ever since. "You got quiet, you thinking about my tits again?" Wow, nice timing! God, why does she go and push my buttons like that? I'm always forced to hit back. "No, just daydreaming about going down on Barbara Bush again," I smirk, knowing how much I gross her out when I joke about such things. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that Clarissa and I have been flirting, setting the stage for a post-school afternoon delight. But I've been shaking my head at the thought for weeks. "Hey, this is you Gabriella, don't be so foolish." There's absolutely NO contest, Gabriella Cavalcanti has absolutely THE worst gaydar in the history of lesbians. I can't count the number of times that I've been absolutely certain I was getting signals from a woman at the bar, in class at university, etc. and been dead wrong. But for some reason, I'm thinking this is different. And it's none of the old cliche reasons. She's never said, "gosh, my husband doesn't give me what I need anymore". And she hasn't been obvious about it: nothing like "geez, I wish there was a 29 year old, black haired, Italian lesbian around to lick my pussy!" (Sigh, if only it were that easy). No, it's just simply a feeling I've had the last few meetings. The gaydar is unreliable like I said, but once I spend a lot of time with someone, I can usually sense when I'm being sized up. And somewhere beneath that confident facade is......something. And when I got up this morning, I decided that I'd find out what it is. I'm pretty sure I could fall in love with Clarissa if I let myself, so I owe myself at least the attempt. And it's SOOOO not like me to think something like that. I guess if it doesn't work out, I'll just finally bite the bullet and give in to that huge-boobed blonde at my gym that always manages to find herself in the shower right across from me, smiling and staring at my ass while forever "borrowing" my shampoo. She's completely stunned, but I'm already in lust with her, and sometimes that's good enough. Anyway, back to what's at hand.... "Smack." "Hey!" Clarissa jumps as my hand contacts that beautiful round tushy. Gathering her composure like she always seems to do, and despite the obvious blushing going on, she plays right along. "Well I've been a REALLY bad girl," she giggles, sticking her ass toward me again, "and you're going to have to give me a better spanking than that!" Ahhh, this is a perfect opportunity to test the waters. "Well not here in the school," I say, in full mocking-mode, "it's so public!" "Oh please," Clarissa says, "I know you've thought this out. I see you lock that door and draw that blind every day. I know what you're thinking." She's smiling, but I can tell she's wondering if there's any kind of truth in that statement. I'm standing, grinning, and making a point of it not to deny her entirely accurate accusation. She's not moving. She's frozen. I let the silence linger. It's exciting, but it frightens her. Now that what's obviously been on her mind is now being presented to her, she doesn't quite know what the next move is. "Wow, Miss D'Entrement, have I made you speechless?" I ask. "Let me know how I did it and I'll make mental notes for next time." Playfully, I reach out with my right hand and lightly brush her cheek. A rush of air escapes her lips and I realize that she's been holding her breath. This seems to snap her out of her daze and she turns back to my desk. "Ummmm......so....I was thinking we could fix all your screw-ups pretty easily here...", she starts, trying to summon up that fake-bitchy tone, but her throat is dry and her voice cracks. There's that golden brown skin again, and this time, it shines with the glow of perspiration. My hand is shaking as I reach for her lower back. I know it's going to happen and now I'm the one scared to death. Suddenly I'm conscious of just how exciting this is for me too. It's been a couple of months since I've made love to anyone but myself, and I'm thinking, "Gaby, just don't screw this up!" Hoping to turn up the pressure a little, I allow my fingers to sneak just below her belt line. I can almost feel the swell of her ass with my pinkie. "Sweetie are you ok? Do you have a fever? You feel like you're on fire." I don't think she gets that I'm teasing her. "N...no, it's just that it's a warm day......and we're standing s...so close." Edging ever closer, I reply, "Really? We've stood this close plenty of times before. What's different now?" The slightly mocking tone I'm using finally sinks in with her. For the first time, it's completely obvious what the both of us are feeling. "Gaby, this isn't funny, this is serious, and I don't think that you completely understand why! It's more complicated than just my marriage or that little peanut of mine at home, or our being co-workers. It's....it's..." She frowning, straining to explain herself. "Clarissa, shhhhh," I whisper, rubbing her back lightly to soothe her. I move my lips just inches from her ear. "I understand what you're going through. We're friends, but I can't deny how I feel about you. All you need to do is just tell me what it is YOU want." She's still staring straight ahead. "Gaby, it isn't that simple. If what I want was the problem, there wouldn't BE a problem. The trouble comes when there's something I NEED." Steadying herself, she turns to me. My left hand slides across her damp skin, around to her hip, while hers caresses my cheek. This time it's her lips near my ear. "And what I need, is your lips....", she pauses to run her fingers over them; "...and your tongue....", her index finger slips into my mouth and instinctively I suck on it; "....and your fingers....," with her other hand she takes mine and guides it to her inner thighs; "...everywhere I need them to be." "It's got nothing to do with gay or straight," she continues, her breath so hot on my skin and the heat from her pussy giving me burns on my hand as I rub her through her skirt. "It's got nothing to do with what my husband doesn't do or not loving him anymore or wanting to experiment. It's basic. It's carnal. I can feel you next to me when I'm alone. I can smell you hours after we've seen each other. I've never been with a woman, but I know how you'll taste when I finally have you." She grabs my ass with both hands and stares straight at me. "I CRAVE you." The clock reads 12:13. I cradle her face in my hands and press my forehead to hers before grabbing her in return and drawing her close. "Oh my 'Issa, I don't know what to say. No one's ever said anything so fucking sexy to me in my life!" I'm so excited I can barely get the words out. "Dammit! We've only got 2 minutes until the bell, don't tell me that you have to play desperate housewife tonight." She looks positively wounded. "Gaby are you kidding me?!" she starts. "Jeff owes me about 10 nights out, but what are we going to do about THIS...right NOW!" Again she takes my hand. She hikes up her skirt with her free hand and presses mine against the front of her red cotton thong. "Oh God 'Issa, I...," I begin, and then stop. I want to say the most passionate words imaginable. There are few things sexier in this world to me than the feeling of stroking another woman's pussy through a soft, sexy pair of panties. The heat, the suppleness, and particularly in Clarissa's case, the wetness. I look her straight in her eyes but still I can't get the words out. A wide smile comes across her face. "Hungry?" she asks. I open my mouth to tell her, yet again, that she's read my mind, but the bell cuts me off. I want to turn the lights off, leave the door locked, ignore my students and melt into Clarissa, but who am I kidding? As I walk to the door, I say back over my shoulder, "Sweetie, listen, do you want to meet me here after last period? Or do you need to head home first and then come over?" As soon as I unlock the door, any potential response is cut off by my 4th period class pretty much storming inside. Gathering her things, Clarissa brushes past me and winks. When she gets to the door, she turns and addresses the girl in row A seat A, my best student and a member of our cast. "Stephanie, we're having a couple of problems with the play. Ms. Cavalcanti is going to meet me down in the gym in 5 minutes and she's going to need you to run the show up here for most of the period, ok?" Then Clarissa glares at me and smirks as if to say, "Dismiss me will ya'? I'm not being put off until later!" That little bitch, she did it again! What does she think she's doing? Geez, at least she gave me a few minutes to come up with something for my students to do. "Ok guys and girls, sorry to just dump this on you, but you're my veteran class and you should be ok to leave alone for a little while. Now, I'm going to be warning the office and Mrs. Gregg next door and if there's a problem, then WE'RE going to have a problem, understood?" After hearing enough "Yes ma'ams" to put me at ease, I give them a lengthy reading assignment and almost fly out the door. The gym is on the other side of the school, so it's a long enough walk as it is, but under these circumstances? By the time I get to her office, I feel like cursing her out for making me jump through all of these hoops. Then she dares to answer, "Who is it?" when I finally come knocking. "You've GOT to be kidding me 'Issa! I'm about ready to....HEY!" Mid-sentence the door has opened and she's pulled me inside and thrown me into her beanbag chair in the corner. I'd complain, but as soon as I look up I realize I'd be crazy to. She often wears one of her old soccer jerseys when she's teaching gym, but, outside of my fantasies, I'd never seen her wearing ONLY a jersey. "You're nuts, " I say, but the smile on my face betrays the fact that I'm only sore that I didn't think of it first. "I'm sorry Coach Cavalcanti," she starts, in her best faux-schoolgirl voice, "I seem to have lost my uniform shorts. Do I get to...errr...HAVE to, stay after school?" "Well", I reply, "if you're a good girl, coach might get you off....errr....LET you off with a warning." Squirming, she bites her lower lip and leans back against the closed office door, running the bottom of her left foot up against it until she can grab her knee and pull it against her chest. The whole length of her gorgeous leg and her waist are bare. "Gosh dear, did you lose your underwear too?" We're being playful, but there's no smiling anymore. No amused looks on our faces, it's all intensity. "Yes ma'am," Issa replies, "can I borrow a pair of yours?" Wordlessly, I stand up, reach around the back of my skirt, pull my thong down past my butt and shake and shimmy until it drops down to my ankles. I lift my left leg up and out of it, allowing one of my heels to drop to the floor. Hooking the thong with my other foot, I kick them to her, asking "Will those do my dear?" "Of course Ms. C!", exclaims Clarissa, nabbing them out of the air, that wicked grin I love so much plastered on her face, "You've always been my favorite teacher." "Now before I let you wear those sweetie, I want to be sure I get them back clean." Putting on my sexiest walk, I slink toward her. "But Ms. C, I just took a shower," Clarissa replies, not sure where I'm going with this, but eager to play along. "Sure Issa, but you young girls, I don't know if I can trust you to clean where it's most important. So, I'm going to have to play a game with you ok?" Clarissa is trembling now, knowing it's only a matter of time now. "O...o..ok," she manages, "w...what's the game?" "It's called cat and kitten," I reply. Finally I've reached her, and we're eye-to-eye, our lips an inch away. "You know what cats do with their kittens when they want to make sure they're nice and clean?" I practically hiss. Issa's eyes are closed, she's rubbing her thighs together, licking her lips and barely able to get a word out. "I think so," she says in the strongest voice she can manage. "They l...lick them clean." I press my body tightly against her, and pin her against the door. "Gooooooood kitty," I purr. I bend down, pressing my nails firmly against the back of her knees, my mouth positioned just where her cleavage emerges from her shirt. Straightening up, I run my nails sharply up the back of her legs, pulling her slightly away from the door and ultimately cupping her bare backside for the first time. Meanwhile, my tongue has made its way from her chest to her shoulder, then neck, and finally to her lips. It's been my strongest wish all along to start us off by giving her the best first kiss of her entire life. Carefully, but urgently I ease my tongue between her lips and work just the tip of it around as my hands knead her tight, round ass, pulling her red hot pussy to my thigh which she can grind against and gain those initial hints of release. Teasingly, I work my tongue in bit by bit, slowing working my lips toward hers. Without warning though, she grabs my head with 2 hands and pulls us together, sucking hard on my tongue. "Uggghhhhh!" She moans loudly into my mouth. It's a gutteral, passionate, animalistic sound that radiates from my lips to my inner thighs, leaving me weak-kneed and positively dripping. The next 2 or 3 minutes are possibly the most passionate of my life. If there was any doubt for either of us about what we were doing, the almost desperate nature with which our hands are pawing at each other and our tongues explore one another's mouths makes it obvious that this is more serious than we even realized. Finally, we pry ourselves apart. Breathless, I manage a big smile. "Ok, Miss D'Entrement, time to make sure my little kitty is spotless." Clarissa throws her arms up above her head. If I'd handed her a white flag, she would have waived it. "Oh God Gaby, please! Enough with the kitty stuff. Just get me fucking off, will you!?" I drop to my knees and lift up the bottom of her shirt so I can peek my head up inside. I suddenly feel as if I'm worshiping at the feet of some piece of ancient art, a personification of beauty....wait, who just thought that? Gosh, the cheesy things this girl makes me think! My immediate temptation is to attack her breathtaking pussy. It's perfectly shaped with an impeccably manicured runway of hair above her lips that glistens with the wetness that has surely been present most of the morning. This shirt must be almost a large men's because it suddenly occurs to me I can probably stand up and fit inside it comfortably. Well, 3 quarters of the way up, it begins to get tight, but that's plenty. "Mind if I poke around in here?" I ask, allowing my hands to roam freely over her tummy and hips. Outside of my tight space, I can hear Clarissa giggling at my silliness. Soon she'll change her tune though. As I begin to trace soft kisses between, and on the undersides of her breasts, she lets out a soft moan. "Ohhhhh, Gabi, that's lovely." My right hand still has a firm hold on her ass, but my left is in a little more playful mood. As my tongue traces circles between her belly button and her breasts, it lightly grasps onto one of them. My eyes shoot open. "Issa, your nipples, my God!" I can't believe what I'm seeing. I always knew her breasts would be perfect, but these nipples are something really special. They look and feel like large thimbles. Huge, long, hard and, judging by her reaction, amazingly sensitive. With my first light squeeze of "lefty", Clarissa nearly jumps straight up into the air. "Shit Gaby, please don't tease me! If you're going to play with them, play rough!" A big part of me wants to laugh that off and torture her until she begs but that will just have to wait. I'm sorry, but those nipples! God, they just can't be ignored! Plus, I am positively DYING to see what happens when I make her cum. All of a sudden, I'm keenly aware of how risky it is to be doing this so close to classrooms and the gym. Gabriella's Story Ch. 01 "Well baby, as long as you're a moaner, I think it's safe to be as rough as you want." Issa lets out a throaty laugh as she runs her hands over me through her shirt. "This could get dicey then, 'cause I'm a screamer." Still kneading her left breast, I clamp my mouth directly over her right one. These 36C's are definitely more than a mouthful but they sit up so high on her chest! "God Issa," I manage, my tongue moving back and forth over her nipple with each word, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you paid for your girls here!". "Fuck Gaby, I don't know if I understood all that, but keep on talking with your mouth full!" I move back and forth from breast to breast, alternately licking, nibbling and sucking on those thimbles of hers. Every few seconds, I tug gently but firmly on one while bathing the other with kisses. The tugs induce trembling and a high pitched noise that I can barely hear. "Hmmm, what other noises can my kitty-cat make I wonder?" I can hear Issa laughing yet again. "Gaby would you please get out from under there, I want to see you baby!" Pulling her shirt back up over my head, I stand, grab her arms and throw them above her head, pinning them against the door. I press my forehead to hers and my hands begin a slow, roundabout route to her pussy. Staring deep into her dark green eyes, I begin to set the stage for what's to come. "You were talking before about what you NEED, right Issa?" She can only manage a nod. "You said you wanted my lips..." I pause to plant kisses on her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks, and finally a light one on HER full lips; "....and my tongue..", staring at her again, I slowly run my tongue over my mouth; "...and my fingers...", nails out, I map out a line from the small of her back, down to her ass, around to her knees and then slllloooowwwwllllyyy up to her inner thighs, my forefingers inches from her pink lips; "...everywhere you need them." Tracing circles around her lips and clit, I finish by asking, "Have you gotten that yet?" "Fuck no," comes the reply, "you've just teased me you meanie! Please Gaby, I need to fucking cum!" She's almost crying she wants it so badly. "It doesn't have to live up to the fantasies I've had, but please, just...mmmpffff..." My tongue in her mouth cuts her off and, without warning, I thrust my right middle finger inside her in one quick movement. "Uuuuggghhh." Whatever words she was trying to say are muffled by my mouth completely covering hers. Pushing me away and panting heavily, Clarissa points across the office. "Baby, help me into the equipment room, I don't want Mr. Nelson's kids around the corner to come running when I cum like a volcano." Grinning ear to ear, I hold her hand and quickly make my way through the double doors opposite us. Completely at my mercy, Clarissa asks, "where do you want me?" "Hmmm...", I say, looking around. "Hey, here we go, jump up here!" "The chair?" she says, smiling. "Awww, you don't trust me?" I ask, giving her my best pouty face. "Completely," she says, without a hint of irony. She's up on the chair in no time, her pussy just below tongue level. She bends down and grabs the back of my head, drawing me in so hard and fast that I need to grab her to keep us both from falling. "Dig in baby!", she says, and I giggle as my tongue emerges from my lips. "Ok, enough teasing Issa," I respond, inhaling deeply, "I guess I've been a little mean, huh?" Putting on her best wounded puppy dog face, she nods and casually strokes my cheek. "Well I'm dying to know the answer to one question anyway. Do you taste as good as you smell?" Flashing that great smile, she answers, "I dunno, can I lick your face after you make me cum?" I feel like my face is stuck in a perma-grin. "God, Issa, How am I the lucky one who got to you?" Her ass is so smooth and full in my hands as my tongue begins to run circles around the outside of her lips. "Oh my God Gabi," Clarissa moans, "no one else stood a chance, my body's been waiting for YOU!" She tastes BETTER than she smells. There is this ex of mine that I dated for awhile in university that I was addicted to going down on. The reason was she reminded me of champagne, both in her sweet, clear taste and because she was unbelievably wet. As I sucked one of Clarissa's pussy lips into my mouth, I realized she would soon become my new addiction. "Oooooh," Clarissa cries, bending her knees in an attempt to force my tongue inside her. "Tut, tut, tut, my dear," I say, rubbing her breasts through her jersey, "the more you push, the more you have to wait for it." If looks could kill, I'd be in trouble right now. "You know what Gabs? I think you're full of it." Hopping down from the chair, she grabs me by the hips, draws herself in close and begins to whisper into my ear. "I may be a newbie baby, but I wasn't born yesterday." Kissing me lightly, she unbuckles my pants and slowly pulls down my zipper. She pushes both hands into my slacks, grabbing my bare ass and hissing into my ear. "You want to lick me almost as much as I need to be licked and we both know it." She draws both hands around in front. One remains in my pants, rubbing me through my g-string while the other begins to unbutton my blouse. "I also know that the one thing you want more than to taste me, is to have my tongue inside you. And we're running out of time." Just as the last button of my blouse snaps free, her hand pushes into my thong and her fingers rub against my wetness. "Oh my," Clarissa exclaims, genuinely proud of the effect she's had on me, "looks like I was right." With both hands, she edges my blouse over my shoulders and it slides down my back. "So why don't we cut to the chase, forget this teasing stuff and get down to business?" Before I can ever answer, she grabs my shoulders and hurls me backwards. I'm seized by panic momentarily, but then I find myself laying back on a sea of crash mats, staring at the curves of the sexiest woman I've ever seen in the flesh. Clarissa walks to me and wordlessly lifts my hips so she can slide my slacks and underwear cleanly off. Before they even hit the floor, I'm tossing aside my bra and my whopping 32 B's bounce out into the open. Clarissa gazes upon me and my heart skips several beats as I realize that she's genuinely caught up in what she's seeing. "My God Gaby, I don't think I understood how beautiful you were until just now, it's intimidating." I can feel myself blushing. Wow, how much those words mean coming from her! It's not that I've ever been shy or that modest. I know my flat tummy, toned body, dark, tanned skin, long legs and high, ohhh so round butt are great features. But an Italian girl with tiny titties like me? Unheard of! "Oh please, Issa," I say, covering my breasts with my hands, "with these guns I can hardly be intimidating!" Clarissa rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Oh so you mean you're not doing a spread in Perfect 10 magazine? Wow, what a shock!" She moves over and lowers herself gently on top of me. Just inches from me, she whispers, "Well you're perfect to me." She attacks me, her lips all over mine, her tongue dancing everywhere in my mouth. I can feel how real her passion is with each moan, each lick, each movement and I'm consumed with giving her what she so richly deserves. I break the kiss and growl, "This isn't the last time you'll hear this Issa, but get your butt up here and sit on my face." Her eyes open wide and her mouth makes an O. I've turned women on in my time, but Clarissa looks like she's ready to pass out. Her hips shaking side to side in a wonderfully lewd way, she works her knees up my body until her pussy rests directly above me. She wastes no time lowering herself onto me. My very long and wide tongue is already out and it immediately drives deep inside her. "Oh shit," Clarissa exclaims, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. "God Gaby, I want you to see what you're doing to me." I'm not prepared for my reaction to seeing her completely naked for the first time. That same "fuck me" expression on her face, her nipples huge and rock hard, her flat tummy and big, sexy hips. "Mmmmmm," I moan into her pussy, wrapping both lips around her clit as I reach for my own with both hands. As Clarissa rocks back and forth over my face, I slide 2 fingers inside myself and begin to make circles around my clit. Looking behind her, Clarissa smiles again, "Don't I get at least one of those hands?" "Ok," I manage, as I begin to run my tongue from her hood all the way down to her bum. "Mmmm", she moans again, this time at the "squish" sound of my withdrawing the fingers from my pussy. I reach up and offer the fingers to her. As she grabs my wrist and devours them, my hips begin to buck. I hadn't even noticed the effect my masturbating was having. Normally I need to set aside a half hour or so to get myself off. Wow, this is too much! "Give me those," I smile, repositioning myself even further underneath her. Increasing the pressure on my own pussy, I begin drawing similar circles over hers while penetrating her even deeper with my tongue. "Fuck, how are you reaching those spots?" Clarissa almost screams, leaning forward and smacking her hands against the mat. This new angle gives me a fantastic view of her breasts, heavy and swaying, the huge nipples brushing against the blue material. It also gives my tongue direct contact with her clit and my fingers easier access to a pussy getting more juicy by the second. Again my lips clamp down on her clit, and this time I part them enough to allow my tongue through. "Good God Gaby!", Clarissa yelps as my index finger nudges between her lips. She's getting louder by the second and as I get more nervous about the noise she's making, I also get more excited about how daring we're being. The louder she gets, the closer I get to exploding. She's so velvety-wet that I can barely feel my index finger moving in and out. As soon as I add my middle finger though, her lips tighten around them and she begins to raise her hips up and down. "That's it, fuck me Gab. I can't believe how quickly I'm going to cum!" Neither can I, I'm thinking, my mouth full of clit. But I think the whimpering sounds I'm making as my fingers frantically frig mine shows my girl that I'm in the same boat. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," is all Clarissa can say as she drives her beautiful ass down again and again onto my long slender fingers. "Mmmmmm," I moan, feeling her big clit grow even more in my mouth. Mine feels HUGE between my fingers and I know that all I'll need is a little more attention to blow. Trying to put myself aside for the moment, I turn my attention to the beauty above me. Removing my fingers from her, I begin to lap at her pussy like a lovesick puppy. "Uhhhh Gaby," Clarissa sobs, "I love your tongue but I NEED something inside me!" Grasping those sexy hips with both hands, I thrust my tongue inside her one more time. In and out I push it, working out the perfect rhythm. "Fuck Gaby, how do you make your tongue feel like a big cock?" Clarissa squeals, bouncing on my face and trying desperately to get me as deep inside her as I can get. She suddenly tenses and I know I've got her. At first it's barely audible, but it quickly builds: "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..." The volume and the hip thrusts escalate steadily and when her clit finally finds her way back under the spell of my fingers, it begins to sound like Clarissa's in stereo. Her back straightens up and her head flies back as she grabs the back of my head with both hands. "Just.....don't....stop!" It's getting harder and harder to keep contact with her clit as her bucking gets more and more violent. Just as I think I may have to flip her and pin her down, she goes completely rigid and begins to shimmy and shake. "Oh fuck Gabs, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Clarissa is getting close, but I'm waiting for the perfect second for the coup de gras. My free hand finds it's way back to my pussy as I bide my time. Ahhh, there it is. I can feel her little pussy muscles begin to flutter and contract against my tongue and I know that it's time. My index finger, extremely well-lubed and knowing just what to do, begins to trace circles all around Issa's little anus. "Oh my Gabs, what are you doing!?" she exclaims, not so much complaining as wondering. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" Here it comes. "AHHHHH", Clarissa yelps, violently bucking her hips as my finger pops inside of her bum. "OH GABRIELLA!!!!!!!, she calls out to me, each spasm of her orgasm driving my finger and tongue deeper inside her. By spasm fifteen or so, my face is soaked and she's still fucking my finger hard. Suddenly she stiffens up again, pulls her hips completely off of me and drives down hard and fast once more. "UGGGGHHHH," she groans, wringing everything she can out of, what I'm hoping, is the cum of her life. Suddenly, quiet envelops the rooms. "Jesus Gaby," Clarissa begins softly, "I've never....I've never...." Her breasts are heaving, her breath short as she slides down my body and rests her head on my shoulder. I smile and begin to caress her face. "Listen sweetie, you don't have to say that." "Maybe you're right, maybe I'm just caught up in the moment and the newness of it all, but....", she pauses, kissing my neck, smiling back and sliding a finger slowly inside of me, "....I'm damn sure going to find out." BEEP, BEEP, BEEP "Dammit Clarissa," I exclaim, jumping to my feet, almost bringing Issa's arm with me in the process, "the period's over in 3 minutes and I've been gone this whole time! Jesus, my clothes are in the 4 corners of the room!" Rather than help me, Clarissa chooses to giggle. "I apologize sweetie, but I can't bring myself to be sorry that you came." "Ummmm, Clarissa, I DIDN'T cum, YOU did," I laugh, playfully whacking her bottom. Whacking me right back, she answers, "Ok, when are you available to let me fix that?" "Well let's see dear, last period ends at 3:40, how's 3:41?" Clarissa rolls her eyes at me. "How did I know you'd say that you goof?" Gently she wraps her arms around my still naked torso. "Thank you SO much, I can't say how happy I am this happened." I'm struck and touched at how gentle and loving this feels after the unfiltered passion of the last 1/2 hour. "Wow Clarissa, that's toooooo sweet." Looking at my watch, I hurriedly throw my clothes back on, hoping against hope there aren't too many wrinkles. Where the hell is my thong? "Why don't we do it right tonight? Come over and we'll have dinner together." "Awww," Clarissa smiles, "are you turning on the romance with me?" She's pushing my buttons again! "What's wrong with that?" I ask, suddenly a little hurt. "Hey, I'm sorry," Clarissa offers helpfully, "I didn't mean it like that." Reaching under my still untucked blouse, she caresses my warm, damp skin, then mischievously squeezes my ass. "I just hope that romance doesn't get in the way of our fun." "You little vixen," I say, "you don't get me off and then you tease me!" Laughing, she throws me my second heel. "Gaby, get out of here and get back to your class." Moving as quickly as my heels will carry me, I get back to my class just as the bell goes to change periods. Stephanie, my best student, is the last one out. "Everything was fine Ms. C," she says, "not very productive, but ok. Her pretty smile is reassuring. "How was your meeting with Mrs. D'Entrement?" "Well Stephanie, it was productive, but we still have a lot of things to get done." I'm trying to stay in control, but it's almost impossible to keep from rubbing my thighs together. I'm also hoping that Stephanie is still too inexperienced to recognize the smell of sex. Oh my God, I never did find my thong! Experienced or not, she'll have to suspect something. Her pretty smile grows wider. "I'm sure you do Ms. C. I hope you get those things done ASAP." She pauses and I'm suddenly aware that she might be wise to what's going on. Brazenly she reaches out and rests her hand against my bare stomach. Wait, my BARE stomach?! "Gosh teach, someone missed a button when they put your blouse back on!" Staring directly into my eyes, Stephanie winks, wheels around and walks away. It's disconcerting that she might be onto Issa and I, but something about that wink and that walk tells me the only thing I have to worry about is when is she turning 18. Student after student files past me for 5th period Early American History. They'll be reading quietly all afternoon, my mind just might be elsewhere. I HOPE EVERYONE LIKED MY FIRST ATTEMPT!!! I'D LOVE SOME FEEDBACK. IF YOU LIKED IT, YOU CAN LOOK FORWARD TO MANY MORE.