36 comments/ 182719 views/ 48 favorites Jordan's Lesbian Metamorphosis By: babylez Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. You know the drill - all the actors in this script are of legal age. This is the first of a five part series. Although it's not critical that you read them in the order they were written, I think you will enjoy the series much more if you do. In any case, I hope you enjoy the story! _________________ A personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight and is also very available to meet any straight women out there who can appreciate good looks, incredible intelligence, unparalleled sensitivity and a wonderful person. As always, thanks B! _________________ I guess even if I'd given the matter much thought, I don't know how I would have really felt about returning to my former high school as a member of its faculty. In many ways going from student to teacher seems to be one of life's great role reversals, perhaps second only to becoming a parent. I hadn't been away long enough to forget how it felt to be a student and now I was returning as a teacher. The transition would have been even more shocking if I knew about the many changes that would occur as a result of my new position. I had no way of knowing that my life was about to change in a way I could have never imagined, even if I'd lived for a thousand years. But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how everything in my life turned upside down and why I'll never be the same person. My name is Jordan Elizabeth Peters and I'm twenty-three years old. Well actually, I'll be twenty-three on my next birthday. Last March, several months before I finally finished graduate school at the University of Texas at Austin -- as in Hook 'em Horns, I started my job search with the usual high level of anxiety. You all know the drill and I'm sure each of you has had to endure it at some time in your life. You're finally forced to leave the protected environment of academia for the dreaded 'real world.' In truth, our professors have been threatening us with this evolution all year long and I too was sort of dreading it, but I knew I couldn't remain in the womb forever. Well, I guess I could have, but someone had to start paying pay back those damn student loans. Incidentally, has it ever occurred to anyone that the only entities that benefit from us knocking ourselves out in college are the state and federal governments? Since a college grad is supposed to earn more than a million dollars over a non-grad in their working lifetime, just imagine what that means in taxable revenues. Okay, here's my point: why then do those governments not absorb the expense for at least an undergraduate degree? Yup, graduate school teaches us to ask these kind of probing questions. Anyway, even though I had always wanted to be a teacher, I actually had a much loftier goal in mind for myself. I intended to stay on course and eventually earn my Ph.D. in Education and try to eventually move into school district administration. It wasn't that I didn't want to teach, god knows that is probably my true calling. But I did have ambition and I knew about the obscene salaries that many of the School District Superintendents in Texas were making. Anyway, everyone has to have some sort of plan and that was mine. I focused my job search in my hometown of Houston, Texas where I applied for eight high school teaching positions with several of the prominent School Districts in the area. I even applied with the same ISD where I actually grew up and went to school nearly six years earlier. Outside the Houston School District, my former ISD was one of the largest in the state and I knew they would probably have the greatest number of open teaching positions and their pay scale was also attractive. I know what you're probably thinking, this poor girl has no adventurous or independent spirit whatsoever and in a way you're absolutely right. But my parents were just working class people who couldn't afford to help me pay my college expenses and after graduation I had those pesky student loans looming over my head. My dad was kind enough to offer me free room and board for as long as I needed it in order to pay off my loans, but to take advantage of such an offer I obviously had to accept a position in the Houston area. Well, I did have two degrees so I weighed the pros and the cons: let's see, I was flat broke and I knew I wasn't going to receive a better offer. It didn't sound like rocket science to me. There was a time in the not-too-distant past that I would have never considered living at home after college. But it didn't take long for me to do the math and I knew that if I lived frugally, then I could buy a new Honda Accord and put a little money aside for post-graduate school tuition at the University of Houston. After I played with the numbers for a while I realized that I could be totally out of debt in about five years. Well, at least a girl can dream. After the interview with several officials from my former ISD I was surprised that I was offered a position on the spot to teach Biology and Chemistry. What I wasn't exactly prepared for was that the position was to be at my old high school, which I'll refer to as Memorial High for the purpose of my little tale. It wasn't that I dreaded going back to Memorial High. The truth was, I never even imagined that such an option might ever present itself. To make matters worse, I knew that in my mind I hadn't mentally moved on yet from that time and place and I was a bit intimidated at the prospect of returning to a venue that didn't hold a lot of warm and fuzzy memories for me. I considered the offer for a brief moment and then bit my lower lip and accepted the position with a big smile, knowing full well that I'd have to deal with all the ghosts eventually. For better or worse, I grew up as an only child. My dad, Bobby Peters, worked at the post office ever since he graduated from Memorial High the year I was born. My mom, Elaine, seemed to bounce from one minimum wage job to another during my entire adolescent life, lacking any apparent goals or ambition. Just when I would remember her work telephone number, it would invariably change. I never thought about why that was at the time, but when I was in college it struck me as very peculiar and I had made a mental note that I wanted to ask her about it one day during one of our rare mother-daughter discussions. As I recall, we had four of those moments in my life and I thought that we were about due for another one real soon. I really loved my mom, but there were many times that between the two of us I felt more like the parent. We all lived in a modest three bedroom, two bath single story house in Harris County. It only had about sixteen hundred square feet, but it was big enough for the three of us. I was friends with several of the girls in the neighborhood and life seemed fairly normal and routine to me. I knew we didn't have a lot of money, but that was never something I obsessed about. Like all females, what I did obsess about was my appearance and that, along with schoolwork and my pet cat, virtually consumed all of my time. It was during the summer after fifth grade when I finally realized that I was probably never going to be beautiful. I can still remember feeling the knot in my stomach when I arrived at that sole-searching realization about myself like it was only yesterday. Swallowing that pill was unknowingly made even more bitter by my daddy, who always called me "Beautiful" since I was old enough to walk. Now it was clear to me that he was just being my dad. After my little epiphany things just continued to go down hill from there. As a result, I was way short in the self esteem department as a child and I would probably have been a textbook candidate for some adolescent counselor's couch. Okay, so you've probably realized by now that I was what most people would describe as 'average.' At five feet-four inches tall, I was neither heavy nor thin, but at least I didn't have the dreaded weight monkey on my back, like several of my anorexic friends. My face was not at all unpleasant and when I started using make-up in ninth grade I was actually pretty surprised at the result. My boobs seemed to stop growing before I turned sixteen and sadly the development that my buxom mother always told me to expect from her genes never materialized. From an upbeat perspective, at least I never had to wear a bra. I guess I'm always trying to make lemonade out of life's lemons. Most everyone used to tell me that I had two incredible assets, which were both passed onto me from my dear mom. Although my hair was a non-descript light brown color, it was thick and I always wore it very long and straight, with it usually falling somewhere between ten to twelve inches past my shoulders. I never had split ends and I never suffered through a bad hair day in my life. You probably wouldn't be surprised to learn that I've kept the same style to this day. Although I really love my hair, I always knew that my greatest asset was my eyes. They were a really beautiful and very unique emerald green color and I had people complimenting me on them ever since I was in first grade. It was also one of the few things in life that I never got tired of hearing. So, as I matured I remained relatively conservative in most of my views and I knew just as the sun rose in the east that I would never become part of the glitzy social scene that would make or break my collection of high school memories. But facing that reality early on certainly didn't make high school any easier for me once I finally got there. I knew I was destined to sit on the sidelines as a spectator, while a select group of popular students would dominate the social landscape and I accepted that fact as if it was a Darwinistic principle of evolution. I knew that I would never be a cheerleader, go to the prom, or ever get to wear a boy's letter jacket. I knew that I'd never be popular. Even with the foresight that seemed well beyond my years, it eventually turned out to be far worse than I had initially feared. By the time I was finally a senior I had still never been on a date or had sex with a boy, although truth be known, I'm not sure which of those really occupied a greater sense of urgency in my mind. I had experimented a couple times during sleepovers with my best friend Allie, and although those encounters were extremely pleasurable, they seemed to raise far more questions for me than they answered. So with a lot of effort I had finally come out of my shell in college. I still wasn't beautiful and I knew I probably never would be, but at least I was no longer a virgin, although that too turned out to be a rather grand disappointment, but I'll share more on that in a moment. I also started running five to seven miles every day - come rain or shine, and I worked up to doing two hundred sit-ups daily, so after nearly six years I had a very lean body that looked pretty damn good in a tight dress or skin-tight jeans or even naked, for that matter. I also became much better at using makeup and at 22 years old I was finally at the magical point in my life where I actually thought that - as a total package - one day someone might even consider me attractive. Although I dated about a dozen guys while I was at UT, it surprised me that I always preferred to keep those relationships casual. I think it was because I was never blown away by any of my paramours. Even more depressing were the sexual encounters. After all that anticipation, I thought that the sex with them was grossly overrated and highly unfulfilling. Sadly, during my time in Austin I never experienced a single sexual encounter where I didn't have to finish myself off afterwards. Finally, after several years, I realized that I even preferred it that way. As a result, I seemed to lose any sort of desire to find a boyfriend, but like all things I genuinely thought it would probably happen sooner or later, though I had no desire to hasten it along. I dutifully showed up for the mandatory teachers' conference as a paid faculty member ten days before school officially started. The new role actually surprised and amazed me so much that I absent mindedly parked my new little car in the student parking lot without giving the matter too much thought. Then without any fanfare I entered the school for the first time in six years and at that instant it felt as if I'd never left. As I walked the halls for the first several minutes the memories came flooding back to me. I soon realized that I had subconsciously slowed my gait to a near crawl and then I became teary-eyed and I was not sure whether it was because I enjoyed being there or rather because I simply dreaded it. About twenty minutes later I finally worked my way over to the auditorium which served as the main venue for all the major indoor events at the school, including today's faculty meeting that I was about to attend. As I stood off to the side watching people shuffle about greeting each other after the summer hiatus, I began to see many faces that were very familiar to me. Those faces belonged to the teachers that I had known years earlier, sometime between the ninth and twelfth grades. To me that time period suddenly seemed like another lifetime ago. As they saw me standing quietly off by myself, some of them smiled and waved at me. I wasn't sure whether they recognized me or whether they were just trying to be friendly. All was not totally rosy, however, as a smaller number seemed to look at me with near disdain. I guess to some of the more tenured faculty members, I was just an outsider who had no right whatsoever to participate in their reindeer games. As I was standing there observing the procession of teachers and administrators heading into the auditorium my attention was suddenly drawn to one incredibly gorgeous woman wearing tight fitting jeans and a short-sleeved white top with a scoop neckline. This beauty was walking towards me at a rather hurried pace, with a huge smile on her face that I immediately returned in kind. When she finally reached me she warmly extended her arms to embrace me. As she did I stood motionless waiting for the impact, still not exactly comfortable in my new role. She kissed me on the cheek and then pushed back and her eyes raked over me from head to toe, as she continued to smile warmly at me. The tingling that surged through my body at that moment did not escape my attention, as I continued returning her smile. "Jordan, I was so excited to hear that you were coming back here to join the faculty. Welcome sweetie, you look absolutely terrific." "Thanks Ms. Masters, I'm really glad to be here," I lied. "As usual, you look . . . really, really incredible," and I meant every word. She held her position with her arms partially around me for several seconds, while she continued smiling at me in a way I could not easily interpret. "My goodness Jordan, we're colleagues now, you simply must call me Debbie." Hmmm, I knew teaching at my former high school was going to take some major mental readjustments on my part, but I hadn't even contemplated a scenario such as this. I smiled back at her and gave her my most convincing acquiescent nod. Years ago I used to think that Debbie Masters was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Now, as she stood there before me, I saw nothing to cause me to rethink that earlier opinion. She had been my ninth grade chemistry teacher, my tenth grade physics teacher and my anatomy teacher when I was finally a senior. All three classes were honors classes and over those four years I had eventually gotten to know and like her very well. Debbie Masters had always been my favorite teacher and when I was a senior I loved to help her grade papers or help her prepare for her classes. More often than not I would patiently sit in her class after school and listen to her ramble on and on about her husband and how happy they were together. Although I was genuinely happy for her, I realized those discussions always caused me to feel a hint of jealousy. I just loved being around her, but deep down inside I always suspected there was another explanation for my feelings that was simply not yet clear to a teenager still struggling with her own identity. Debbie Masters was nearly four inches taller than I was and every bit as lean. She had dark auburn hair that she used to wear very long down her back, but now she was wearing it in a shorter page boy sort of style. Debbie also had the softest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had high cheek bones and her face was perfectly sculpted. She was simply beautiful and her make-up always model-perfect. While I was a student here I never thought much about her age because she seemed so young to me at the time, but as I stood there and chatted with her I found myself actually wondering how old she might be. As I studied her gorgeous face I was now guessing that she was probably about thirty one or maybe even thirty two, but I was certainly no expert guessing someone's age. Staring at her now I could see that after six years Debbie Masters was even more stunning than I remembered, but what seemed to surprise me the most was her outfit. I always remembered her as a real fashion diva, always dressed to the nines. She would wear the most incredible clothes that were both tasteful and sexy, along with the most stylish heels and the proper accessories that proved to be the perfect touch for even the most discriminating fashion critic. In a funny kind of way seeing her in jeans today was just a little disappointing. As the crowd began to thin out, Debbie and I finally entered the auditorium. We sat together somewhere towards the back and during the initial dry presentations we whispered to each other like former best friends. I got her all caught up on my not so terribly exciting life in Austin over the past six years and she did the same about her marriage. She told me that she suffered through a very unpleasant divorce from a guy who actually used the "it's not you babe, it's me," line on her. I knew I would despise anyone who could ever treat her badly, but as I listened to her recount that tearful tale of woe, I couldn't help but wonder why any woman would ever want to get married in the first place. Once the Principal finally took center stage we redirected our attention to her and listened attentively to the presentations that consumed the remainder of the day. When we finally walked out together at four o'clock, we stood in the hallway and talked for another forty minutes before she finally had to run off and that's when I knew that things would not be as bad as I had originally feared. I walked to my new Honda that was parked all by itself in the student lot and as I sat in my new car I realized that I was actually excited. What I wasn't sure about was whether the excitement was due to classes starting in less than two weeks or seeing Debbie Masters again. On the big day I was excited about starting my very first job. It seemed that things would not be nearly as difficult as I'd first imagined and I was grateful that I now had at least one solid ally on the school faculty. I also knew that my classroom would be next to Debbie's and this too helped put me at ease. I had no desire to compete with a high school full of beautiful teenage girls all vying for any sort of attention, so I decided to dress down. I elected to wear a simple black skirt that fell several inches above my knee, a pale yellow top with half sleeves, nude pantyhose with a built in crotch and a pair of black three inch heels which were not only comfortable, but I thought kept me from looking too much like some of the older female teachers in the school who preferred to wear flatter, sensible shoes. I knew I'd get there soon enough, but the heels made my legs look really good and unlike the quiet student of six years ago, I actually thought I looked pretty damn good in skirts. Jordan's Lesbian Metamorphosis Our classrooms were located in the main East-West hallway of the school. Just as the students did when I was a student, and probably every year before and after that time, anyone who wanted to be seen by anyone else still seemed to congregate in that hallway before and after school. It also happened to be one of the main traffic arteries, since it ran the entire width of the school. As Debbie and I stood near the front of my classroom and continued to visit like former best friends, my eyes remained busy observing the masses of students that were gradually collecting in the hallway. It was 7:15 and there was still fifteen minutes to go before my first ninth grade biology class, but the halls were nearly full and everyone seemed to be demonstrating the high level of excitement that typically marked the first day of school. As we were standing there chatting I couldn't help notice that Debbie kept looking at her watch and she appeared to be getting very anxious. I didn't want to draw needless attention to it so I decided to ignore it, but moments later I became aware that something seemed to change in the hallway that I couldn't put my finger on. It had gotten much quieter and it almost appeared as if everyone had stopped what they were doing and seemed to be just waiting, as if something special was about to occur. I looked around and I was totally mystified by the whole scene as it was unfolding before my eyes. "Debbie, I'm a bit confused. What exactly is going on right now?" I asked, as I continued to look around at the students, most of them seemed to stop walking and they started to assemble in small groups. When Debbie didn't answer me I turned my head to face her and I saw that she was staring down the hallway at the doors on the far west end of the building, that were located at least a couple hundred feet away. She almost seemed to be in a trance and I could actually tell that she was holding her breath. "Debbie!" I called to her, this time in a tone that was quite a bit louder than before. My sudden outburst evidently startled her and as she turned to look at me she appeared visibly flushed. "What?" She asked loudly, with a genuine tone of annoyance in her voice. Her response startled me and she could immediately tell by my wide-eyed reaction. "I'm terribly sorry, Jordan." She said contritely, reaching for my hand. For a moment I looked at her with a puzzled expression before I finally spoke. "Exactly what's happening here? Are we expecting some sort of fire drill or something?" She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Just watch, you'll see what all this is about in just another minute or two." Then she turned her head back towards the doors and said nothing more. So I stood in the ranks with those who were waiting and watching, feeling a little silly, since I had no earthly idea what I was actually waiting or watching for. I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was now 7:22, so I knew whatever it was that the masses were all waiting for would have to start happening within the next seven or eight minutes or everyone here would be late for their first class. Then, almost as if on cue, the doors at the far end of the hall opened momentarily and the morning light invaded the hallway like a blast from a laser. Once the doors finally closed, the hallway seemed to get even quieter and I could see that two figures were making their way down the hall towards Debbie and me. As the figures continued to shorten the distance between us, I could sense my own heart beat begin to accelerate and I noticed that my mouth was beginning to become very dry. I could also sense that my palms were starting to get sweaty and I nervously swallowed hard. Two women had entered the hallway through the doors and had started the long trek from that end of the hall. But as far as I could see, they were anything but ordinary women. As I began to focus more clearly on them, even at a distance I could see that these ladies were two of the most gorgeous females I'd ever seen in my life. As they began their slow strut down the hall I realized that I was now one with the crowd, as I was simply unable to take my eyes off of them. At some time during my trance it occurred to me that these ladies looked more like runway models than high school students, as they moved slowly in long rhythmic strides, staying in near perfect cadence with each other. It was impossible to determine which girl was more stunning and their appearance created both an incredible, yet beautiful contrast with each another. My attention was initially drawn to the girl on the inside, who could only be described as a Nordic goddess. She had a very fair complexion and she was easily more than six feet tall. Her hair was a beautiful platinum blond and it fell just past the middle of her back in the sexiest style I'd ever seen. In truth, it almost looked like she'd just gotten out of the shower and just shook her incredible mane out, but it really worked for her. Her hair had very subtle or soft curls that looked natural and they made her hair look incredibly full, as her platinum tresses framed her absolutely gorgeous face in a manner that would have been the envy of any stylist. Her eyes appeared to be a very light blue color. It was a color that I didn't think I had ever seen before and they appeared even more striking as the result of the thick black eyeliner highlighting them, along with several shades of light blue and maroon shadowing that was flawlessly applied. Her lips had a light pink gloss and they looked like the most full and sensuous lips I'd ever seen in my life. If I had to describe them, all I could say was that they looked like the kind of lips that you just wanted to kiss until your jaw was sore. The whole look made her appear as if she was ready for a Revlon photo shoot, instead of the first day of class. This stunning goddess was dressed in a red and black plaid skirt that fell at least eight inches above her knees. When I first saw where the hemline hit her thighs I immediately knew that it was nowhere near the prescribed dress code limits, but I certainly didn't care and I doubted whether anyone else gathered in that hallway would complain. She was also wearing white stay-up thigh-highs and the tops became clearly visible with each and every step she took. As she drew closer I could now see that she was wearing clear Lucite seven inch platform high heels with an open back and she moved as if she was born to wear them. I have a pair of heels exactly like those, but I knew I never would strut as gracefully in them as she was now doing. In those shoes she must have been more that a foot taller than me and it certainly contributed to the near deity-like image that she seemed to project. As I continued to absorb everything about this magnificent creature I saw that she was wearing a plain white top with the words "Look But Don't Touch" printed in red glitter across her inviting chest. The top stopped several inches above her waist, revealing a tight stomach and a pierced navel. Her piercing consisted of a gold emblem that dangled from a very short gold chain. As she moved even closer I could see that it appeared to be the universal symbol for women, but since it bounced around as she walked I couldn't be absolutely certain. She also had a tattoo that was barely visible at waist level just above and to the left of her pubic area that looked like several Chinese characters. I had no idea what they represented, but I knew by what I had already seen of this girl that whatever it said, it was probably sexy as hell. There was no way this goddess would have chosen those symbols for any other purpose. Her breasts were not terribly huge, but the cup size was very full. I guessed she was easily a 34 or 35D under that shirt, with some very prominent nipples trying desperately to escape. She was chatting away on a cell phone as she walked and as my attention returned once again to her face I could see that her finger nails were incredibly long and sexy and painted in the same soft pink color that matched her lip gloss. Then I saw her open her mouth and there, between the whitest teeth I'd ever seen, I saw it for the first time. Her tongue was pierced and even though I had observed that on women many times before, on her I thought it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. This vixen seemed totally oblivious to the crowd that had gathered in her honor, as if the masses normally parted whenever she approached. As she stared straight ahead, she continued to participate in a conversation that seemed to barely hold any level of interest for her. There was little doubt in my mind that this woman definitely came from a superior gene pool. The girl on her right was just as beautiful, but could not have been more different. She was darker-skinned, clearly of Hispanic or American Indian descent, and her full jet black hair was worn down well past her breasts and it framed her face beautifully. Her beautiful dark deep eyes were further accentuated by white eye shadow that contained traces of silver glitter. She wore a tight black top that also revealed a pierced navel and her massive boobs were not restrained by anything else. Her skirt was every bit as short as her friend's and she was wearing black stockings with suspender garters that were clearly visible each time she took another long stride. Like the goddess beside her, she was also wearing seven inch platform heels in black that were open in the back, yet she was still at least eight inches shorter than her companion. Her lips were fire engine red and her finger and toe nails were painted to match. As the two women got closer to us I could feel every nerve ending in my body pulsing. My mouth was now totally dry and I realized that I was beginning to perspire, but what really surprised me was that I knew that I was more turned on watching these women walk down the hallway than I could ever remember being during any sexual liaison in my entire life. Okay, I guess that did not really include a lot of people, but I was still at the point of feeling that my knees were about to buckle beneath me. It was a kind of euphoric high that I had never come close to experiencing before. When the two women almost reached the point where Debbie and I were standing, the Hispanic female shot me a quick glance and I could swear that she ran her tongue across her bottom lip, as she quickly followed the gesture with a really wicked smile in my direction. What I didn't see until they finally passed us was almost as big a surprise as seeing women this gorgeous in a high school setting. As they walked past us and I looked at those incredibly long legs and listened to the sexy sound of their heels clicking on the tile floor, I noticed that the two vixens were holding hands. Well, not exactly holding hands, it was actually more like wrapping a couple of fingers together, but the symbolism of such a gesture was unmistakable and what continued to surprise me was how it affected me. I thought it was incredibly sexy or even romantic. When they were about two dozen feet past us, I saw the blond move her head towards her friend and she kissed her quickly on the lips before they separated. Then the goddess headed off in one direction to the left or north side of the building and her friend turned into a hallway on her right. Then in an instant they were both gone and as quickly as it had all started, it was over. I became aware that the noise in the crowd slowly returned to the normal decibel level and the students began to disperse to their first period class. Debbie and I just stood there in what seemed like a near trance watching where the two women had just parted company only moments earlier, almost as if we were magnetically drawn to their sexual aura. I felt like I was in a free fall without a parachute. There I stood, open-mouthed, dumbstruck by the fact that my pussy was on fire, a rare feeling for me indeed. I could feel that it was as wet as it had ever been in my life and it hadn't even been touched. My mouth were parched, my heart was still beating a hundred miles an hour and I felt that I had been as close to achieving an orgasm without any physical contact as it was ever possible to do. It was at about that time that Debbie shattered the deafening silence between us and uttered something under her breath. It was barely audible and after I heard it I immediately suspected that it was never intended for anyone's ears. "My god, I would do anything to fuck either one of those girls." Once it was out she immediately realized what she had said and knew that she could not re-bag the cat. I suddenly saw the look of absolute terror in her eyes, that I likened to a scared child who had just been caught doing something terribly wrong and had no idea what level of punishment to expect. She looked so terribly vulnerable at that moment, but I had no intention of ever letting her feel awkward around me. I turned to her to try and downplay the comment, which I hoped would help put her at ease. "God I know what you mean, Debbie. Without a doubt, that was one of the most erotic exhibitions I've ever witnessed in my life and there wasn't even any sex involved." Upon hearing those words there was a visible display of complete and total relief in her face, as we both seemed to return from our out-of-body experience at the same time. "Eighteen year old women never looked like that when I was in school." Debbie said, and I knew exactly what she meant. I turned to Debbie and looked into her eyes. "Okay, please tell me who those two gorgeous creatures are?" She smiled knowingly at my question. "The Hispanic beauty is Lisa Cruz. She has been in the ISD since elementary school, but when she got here after middle school no one thought it was the same person. Over the summer, between eighth and ninth grades, she must have sold her soul to the devil. When she showed up here as a freshman she was absolutely stunning and she literally blew everyone away. All the girls immediately hated her and although she could have had any guy she wanted, she preferred to stay to herself and she seemed to avoid all of the social cliques. And it stayed that way until her sophomore year and that was when everything really started to change." "Her sophomore year, what happened her sophomore year?" I asked, more than mildly curious. "Coincidentally, that was when Erika -- that would be the gorgeous six foot blond who was walking next to her - moved here from Iceland." She said. Just as she was about to continue with her story, the bell rang and she grabbed my hand and smiled. "More on those two later; have a great first day Jordan." Then she squeezed my hand and turned to head off to her class. I wasn't even aware that my class had filled up with eager freshmen while I was standing in the hallway, but when I turned toward the open door there were some thirty two scared bodies sitting there waiting for me to enter the room and pass all my wonderful knowledge onto them. I stuck my head in for a moment and smiled at those frightened faces. I loved the idea of teaching freshmen, because you were able to get them right out of middle school, before they developed a lot of attitude. "Good morning class, my name is Jordan Peters. I need to run to the restroom for a moment. While I'm gone, please come up to the front and take a text book and then quietly return to your seat. Then I want you to start reading Chapter 1 on the Cell until I return." Without waiting for any sort of feedback or questions, I headed down the hall to the nearest faculty bathroom. Once inside I checked for evidence of any other legs in the stalls, before I took the very last one against the wall. I locked the door, pulled up my skirt and my pantyhose down and started rubbing my clit so intensely that within a few minutes I was as wet as I had been when I was standing in the hallway only moments earlier. As I could sense my approaching orgasm I quickly inserted two fingers deeply into my pussy and began to fuck myself, slowly at first and then harder and much more intensely with each successive thrust. All the while, the images of Lisa and Erika and their incredible bodies remained imprinted in my mind. As I continued to force my fingers deeper inside my pussy to my g-spot I experienced something I never had before. It was the absolute and unparalleled joy of successive orgasms. As soon as the initial one swept over me, another one -- much more overwhelming than the first - forced me to cry out and the only thing I thought to say was Erika's name. My eyes were closed and I had been fantasizing that she had been licking me and dragging her pierced tongue all over my clit. The fantasy caused me to cum all over my hand, something I usually didn't do. Then moments later it was all over and I just sat there on the commode for several minutes slowly trying to catch my breath, while enjoying the way I was feeling after such an intense and wonderful release. As I slowly withdrew my fingers I saw how wet they were and I began to reach for the toilet paper to wipe them off. Then I thought the better of it and wiped them on the crotch of my pantyhose, knowing they would come in direct contact with my swollen labia. Since the fantasy that induced the orgasm was about Erika, the whole idea really seemed to turn me on. When I pulled my pantyhose up and my skirt down I opened the stall door and I immediately froze in my tracks. About ten feet away from where I was standing, Debbie Masters was leaning against one of three sinks looking directly at me. She was touching herself over her skirt and she had kind of a devilish grin across her face. I didn't know what to say after being caught masturbating in public, after all, I knew there was no way to hide what I had just been doing. That was when Debbie returned my earlier courtesy. "I know exactly what you mean; I have to do the same thing each day myself." That was all she said; it was all she needed to say. Then she entered the same stall I had just vacated and closed the door behind her. I was a little uncertain how all of this made me feel. Part of me wanted to stay and listen, but it was my first day on the job and I knew I had to get back to my very first class. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had been in the stall pleasuring myself for more than ten minutes, certainly not the best way to make a first impression. My four classes went really well and by early afternoon I was excited to get the first day under my belt. As I was sitting at my desk about mid-afternoon working on a lesson plan I heard a soft knock at my open door. When I looked up I watched as the Principal entered without bothering to wait for an invitation. I guess all bosses are like that. Kathleen Blake was a matronly woman of about fifty, I guessed. She was about five feet six or seven inches tall, she had graying blond hair that fell to her shoulders and her weight was about right for her frame. She wore a dark skirt that went slightly past her knees and a white long sleeve dress shirt that was buttoned at the neck. I could not detect any make up, except for clear gloss or Vaseline that she had on her lips. Like me, she was probably never beautiful either, I thought. We had only exchanged pleasantries once before at my interview, so I had no real knowledge of what she was like, but everything I heard about her from Debbie was very favorable. Her visit surprised me though, and I suddenly wondered whether it might have anything to do with my earlier behavior in the hallway or my extended visit in the faculty bathroom. "Jordan, how is your first day going?" She began, as she walked past my desk and took a seat at one of the student desks in the front row. Jordan's Lesbian Metamorphosis "Really terrific, Ms. Blake, I think the kids will work really hard this semester." I said, trying to maintain eye contact. She smiled upon hearing my response. Okay, it was a bit corny I grant you, but what else could I say? It was, after all, the first thing that popped into my head at that moment and I wanted to appear really upbeat with my new boss. "Good, I'm delighted that there were no problems so far. I wish my other new faculty members were as lucky." Of course that comment really got my attention, but before I could follow it with a question of my own, she continued. "I have a little dilemma that I hope you can help me with. Julie Gray, one of our science teachers, is pregnant and she told me last June that she would return in August and that she planned to work until December. Today, however, she confessed to me that she is experiencing complications from her pregnancy that make being on her feet highly problematic. She felt terrible about the dilemma that her early departure would cause for me, but unfortunately she has to leave on doctor's orders and now I have four classes to cover." As I sat and listened to her I wasn't exactly sure how this tale of woe affected me. Nevertheless, I took the bait and I chimed in with what I thought would be expected of me. "Ms. Blake, is there anything I can do to help you out?" I said, feigning my best concerned appearance. Her face brightened and she smiled at me once again. "Thanks for asking Jordan. I really like that kind of team spirit from my faculty. Actually, yes there is. I really need you to cover the seventh period honors Anatomy class. I checked everyone's schedule and you're the only faculty member in the science department who doesn't have a conflict at that time. I know you already have four classes and I really don't like to give my new teachers the honors-level classes, but I'm in a real pinch here Jordan. If you take it for me for the year I'll really owe you big time." To me this was clearly a no-brainer. If I said no to her request she could force me to take the class anyway. Not to mention the fact that there were too many ways that this lady could hurt me, like deciding not to renew my contract in June placing me right back into the job search mode. Without even a moment's worth of hesitation, I folded my hands on my desk and I smiled warmly at her. "Thanks for asking me, Ms. Blake. I'd be glad to do it." Her entire face lit up. Even though she had the power to compel me to teach the class, she was wise enough to approach it from another, more tactful direction. I didn't know this lady very well, but I realized that she was pretty damn sharp and I immediately respected that quality. "I'll change the classroom assignment so you can stay in your own room. I'll also try to have the books brought over before the class begins. I know you haven't taught the course, but I also know you've taken it at UT and I'm sure you'll be great at it." She smiled appreciatively at me. As she stood up and headed out the door, I could tell she mentally marked another crisis off of her fairly lengthy 'to-do' list. I was actually glad I could help her out. I really didn't mind teaching the extra class. After all, I spent most of my free time at home and I really had no social life yet to speak of. In fact, I actually loved anatomy and even considered going to medical school at one time during my undergraduate career. I glanced at the clock on the wall above the door and I saw that it would be another hour till the Anatomy class began and I started thinking about the best way to conduct the class. As I became immersed in my thoughts, I eventually noticed someone enter the room who took a seat in the back. I was a bit surprised and looked up at him when he finally sat down and turned to face me. "Can I help you?" I asked, with the same sanitary tone used by most teachers everywhere. I hadn't even finished my first day yet and that tone automatically came out of my mouth like I'd been there for ten years. Pretty scary -- huh? "Are you Ms. Peters?" He asked, with a level of deference not typically found in most seniors. Yup, this was definitely an honors class. I nodded, without verbalizing a response. "Well, I'm here for Anatomy. There's a notice on the board in Mrs. Gray's classroom that the class was moved to this room and that now you'll be teaching it instead of Mrs. Gray. This is the right room, isn't it?" I suddenly felt like a real idiot. I looked at the clock and sure enough it was about time for the students to start filing in. "Oh, sorry." I said contritely. "I wasn't aware it was this late already. Yes, you're in the right place." His look told me that he thought he already had me sized up. The kids continued arriving and in typical fashion the room filled up from the back to the front. I glanced at the clock and noticed that there was about three more minutes until the bell rang and there were only eighteen people in the class. I didn't have a roll sheet yet, but I suspected there were more students on the way and that the change in classrooms likely contributed to the sparse turnout. That meant that there would most likely be some late arrivals. As the bell sounded four more people hurried into the classroom and I thought that twenty-two students sounded about right for an honors Anatomy class. I finally stood up and slowly headed towards the door. Just before I was about to shut it I received my second shock of the day. Someone forced the door open from the other side and when I stood back to let them enter, I was stunned to see Erika and Lisa walk into my class. They smiled down at me as they passed and they took the two seats positioned immediately in front of my desk. I felt weak-kneed and the same dryness that appeared in my mouth earlier had suddenly returned. I also sensed my pulse had quickened and I felt that I was getting moist in my sexual center once again. I leaned against the door to steady myself as I closed it. Then I pushed off of the door and tried to make my way to my seat without arousing a lot of curious attention. When I finally sat down I took a deep breath to try and steady myself, but I had no way of preparing for what was about to happen. I knew human anatomy very well and felt more than competent to teach the class. So I began the exact same way Debbie Masters started teaching my class years earlier. I included the class in an informal discussion about what we would study during the year, fielding the usual questions about why they were there, which included their eventual career goals. Of course suffering through all the usual jokes comes with the territory. Some things never seem to change and those anatomy jokes fell right into that category. They were telling the same silly jokes I heard six years earlier and they weren't too funny then either. We discussed the labs, quizzes and the exams and the kind of effort I would expect from each student. Of course, I gave them the same lectures I received from my honors classes and they too patiently suffered through it. It was about twenty or so minutes into the class when it happened. About eight feet in front of me quietly sat Lisa and Erika. When Erika uncrossed her long slender legs, I was suddenly staring at the most beautiful hairless, pierced pussy I had ever seen in my entire life. Okay, it was really the very first one I'd actually seen in my life, but I didn't need to see a hundred of them to know that this one was truly beautiful. Probably no other student in the class had a clue as to what was happening to me at that very moment, but when I looked into Erika's eyes, I knew that the exposure of her pussy to me was no accident. I could also see that she was acutely aware of what was going on in my mind, as well. I tried to make eye contact with the rest of the class, but my eyes instinctively returned to the treasure between her legs. I realized that my mouth had remained parched and I had swallowed hard once again. After another minute I finally forced myself to look away and make eye contact with the rest of the class once again, but such effort was becoming increasingly more difficult. A very faint smile gradually began to form on her face, as she sensed that my rhythm had been totally shattered. I knew it was not my imagination when I looked back down and realized that her short skirt seemed to find its way even further up her thighs. Her pussy was now nearly in plain sight and I could barely summon the strength to look away. She had me and she damn well knew it. I could see it in her eyes and like a cat toying with a mouse, I was definitely her prey. I found the strength to glance up at the clock and I could tell there was ten more minutes to go in the class and I had no idea how I would ever survive till the bell finally rang. I used all of my concentration to look away once again and continue the class discussion, but as before my efforts proved to be in vain. I was unable to keep my eyes away from her for more than an instant. That was when she really started to torment me. As she gradually reached down between her legs, she slowly started to run her sexy long index finger up the length of her pussy, which now actually appeared to be glistening in the light. Then I remained transfixed on her hand as she brought it up to her mouth in what almost appeared to be slow motion. That was when the most erotic display I'd ever seen in my life was kicked into high gear. With her eyes locked on mine, Erika sat there and slowly started to fuck her mouth with her index finger. As her finger bearing traces of pink lip gloss and her own lubrication disappeared into her mouth, I grew tense as my body finally started to convulse and an unexpected orgasm began to rake through my body. As my nails dug deeply into my palms, I tried desperately not to cry out, working to keep myself under control. As I looked into her eyes I could immediately tell that she knew exactly what was happening to me at that moment and that near wicked grin immediately returned to her beautiful face. Minutes later as my rapid breathing began to subside I was relieved to hear the sound of the bell ringing. Then the class began to disperse, all that is except for Lisa and Erika. When everyone else had finally gone, they stood up and draped their backpacks over their shoulders and they slowly headed towards the door. When they reached the door, Erika whispered something to Lisa, who then turned and closed the door. Then Erika put her backpack on the floor and walked towards me, slowly bringing that incredible body to rest directly in front of my chair. I followed each step she took and my eyes never left her face. Then without saying a word, she took the same index finger that she had used to torment me earlier, the same one that had been fucking her beautiful mouth, and she slowly brought it up to my lips. Like a person who had been deprived of food and water for weeks I grabbed her wrist and held it to my face as I opened my mouth and thrust her finger inside. I immediately began sucking on it with near-crazed lust. It only took another minute for my body to convulse once again, as I experienced my fourth orgasm of the day. I wasn't counting, but that would become a new record for me and this vixen was the delightful cause of it all. When I calmed down once again and finally opened my eyes, Erika was smiling down at me, with an obvious look of approval on her face. In that instant I could better see how sexy she looked with the stud in her tongue and suddenly I wanted to kiss her so badly I nearly ached with desire. I glanced over towards Lisa, who had been rubbing her own pussy under her skirt, but she appeared to be in far better control of herself than I had been for the past thirty minutes. I had no idea how I must have appeared to these two women, as I continued my accelerated rate of breathing and the perspiration continued trickling down the sides of my face. I kept sucking Erika's finger in my mouth like a baby drawn to her mother's nipple, never once breaking eye contact with her. As I continued to suck, she would slowly drag her long nail across the top of my tongue, as if she had already taken a course in Female Torture 101. It was such a simple motion, yet it felt incredibly erotic. Just when I thought there could have been no more surprises for me, Erika slowly started to remove her finger from my mouth and as she did I could actually hear myself begin to whimper in disappointment. My god, where in the world did that sound ever come from, I wondered. Then Erika raised her skirt several inches and slowly inserted her long index finger into her wet pussy. It was a move that was so unexpected that it nearly caused me to spill out of my chair. I remained totally fixated on her as she began to move her finger insider her pussy for an instant or two, before slowly removing it again and returning it to my mouth. My eyes widened as I could see that her finger was visibly covered in her fluids. Without any forethought I opened my mouth willingly to accept her offering, tasting her sex fully for the first time. I never had oral sex with a female before and I certainly didn't think sucking on Erika's finger after it was inside her pussy actually qualified, but I thought her pussy tasted simply wonderful. As I continued to suck on her finger greedily, the delightful taste began to pervade my entire mouth and I realized that I loved the taste. After several more minutes Erika smiled down at me and slowly withdrew her finger, once again dragging her nail back across my tongue one final time. I know I must have appeared terribly disappointed, as I looked up at her brandishing my best puppy dog expression. Then she spoke to me for the very first time in the sexiest accent I'd ever heard. "I'm glad that you like the way I taste. Perhaps we will do something like this again very soon -- if you like. Perhaps the next time you can see how Lisa tastes. Do you think you would like that?" It wasn't a question that required much forethought on my part. I just nodded my head yes, almost like a child who was asked whether she wanted ice cream. I was college educated and I damn well knew the right answer to that simple question. I was just grateful that no one was there to take a picture of me. I must have really appeared dumbstruck. Then Erika turned and retrieved her backpack from the floor, just before she and Lisa disappeared out the door. Eventually my pulse slowly returned to normal. I knew my pantyhose were drenched, but I felt better than I ever did from any other orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. As I continued to sit there basking in that glorious post-coital aftermath, I realized that when it came to sex of any kind, I wasn't even in the same league as these women and for reasons I could not begin to understand, that thought seemed to excite me more than anything else that had happened thus far. Although I was sad that this encounter was now over, I was already looking forward to experience our next one. I suddenly realized that I had been repeating Erika's name under my breath and the recurring sound of it gave me goose bumps and caused me to smile, as I continued to savor her delightful taste in my mouth. I stood and tried to make myself presentable, but after a few minutes I realized that task was much too formidable. Then I slowly headed over to Debbie's classroom to find out all I could about those two incredible women.