7 comments/ 74297 views/ 16 favorites Shari Ch. 01 By: Anopheles A small part of Shari felt ashamed at what she was doing. She was a successful high school teacher, married, and living very comfortably in all aspects of her life, yet she found herself yearning for this particular time of the week more than any other. Wednesday was the day that she stayed late working with the school's advanced critical writing team. Shari was an English teacher, and enjoyed discussing writing styles and other topics with the students. But that was really only a fraction of her enjoyment. She still shook her head in disbelief, even as she pulled the tiny vibrator from her bottom drawer. The team had just left, and she could barely wait until they were gone to close the blinds on the windows and pleasure herself. She always quietly locked the door, and she sat behind her desk just in case someone walked by and looked through the window on the door, so that it would appear that she was working. Anyone that happened to look through at the right moment, however, would see her writhing in her chair, head thrust back. Although she could be very quiet when necessary, she could not quite control the gyrations of her body when she orgasmed. Shari sat down and leaned back slightly in her chair. She always made sure to wear a skirt or a dress on Wednesdays to make it a little bit easier and less conspicuous. She closed her eyes and started thinking about the person that made the desire well inside her so strongly, and this was the most troubling part of it all. Her name was Monica, a barely 18 year old student, and member of the critical writing team. Monica was very youthful in her appearance, but also shapely and athletic for a teenage girl. She ran track so she had muscular legs, and jet black, shoulder-length hair. She was a perky C-cup, and thin as most teenage girls normally were. What Shari couldn't understand about herself was not only the fact that she was fantasizing and masturbating about one of her students, but also that that student was a girl. Shari had never been attracted to a woman before, let alone a young girl. It felt perverse and a bit wrong, but that perversion is what kept her so entranced by Monica. It was difficult to control at times, she made a conscious effort to not stare at her too intently, so as not to arouse any suspicion, or to make Monica uncomfortable, but it was increasingly difficult for her to do so. Shari thought about the first time that she realized her attraction for Monica. It was just before a big district track meet, so Monica missed the weekly meeting of the critical writing team. Not wanting to turn in her writing piece for the week late, she had ran over to Shari's classroom right after practice, hoping to catch her before she left for the day. Shari was just packing up her things when Monica came through the door. She was wearing a pair of athletic sandals, a tight bare-midriff top and some short biking shorts. She hadn't showered yet after track practice, so her skin was still glistening with sweat, and her nipples were clearing protruding through her top. Shari was touching herself through her panties now, thinking about seeing this young, shapely woman standing in front of her wearing very little. What had put her over the edge that day was when Monica dropped the papers she was holding and bent over to pick them up. As she bent down, Shari eyed her body and it was clearly obvious that she had no panties on at the time. She could see the gentle curvature of her pussy framed by her thighs, and her mind was instantly filled with thoughts of sex with Monica that she hadn't been able to shake sense. Ever since then, every Wednesday took place just like this one. Shari, being very horny by now, didn't even realize that she was caressing her breasts through her dress. She sat up for a moment, hoping that no one had walked by and just happened to look through that door window. Her nipples were hard and her clit was getting harder, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter with each passing minute. She slipped her panties down and let them rest on the floor by her feet. Leaning back in her chair, she began slowly running the vibrator up and down her clit and the opening of her pussy, feeling the vibrations cause her delicate skin to tingle and warm. She imagined that it was Monica that was doing that to her, and that the breast that she now was feeling in her right hand was Monica's and not her own. At first, her fantasies about Monica were fairly tame, but as time passed and she became more comfortable with just the simple fact of two women having sex, they had become quite vivid. She had imagined being one of the sports trainers, working with Monica after a meet, alone, working to remove the tension and soreness from her tight young body. She imagined that all women who had sexual thoughts about a young girl had imagined being a coach or something, seeing all the girls in the locker room. That one had crossed her mind several times. She at times wished she could figure out some kind of reason to be there after track practice or something, but sadly enough, she could not. Shari had even begun going to track meets, although she had no interest in track and never had done so before. In her mind, she both hoped that Monica noticed this change, and also she hoped that she didn't notice, because she didn't know what she would say if Monica suddenly came up to her and asked her about her new found interest in track. One thought that had entered her mind more than once, that was the most farfetched, but intensely arousing fantasies of all would be to arrive at work one day, unlock her classroom, and find her Monica, naked, riding her husband on her desk. It was shocking, but she had even thought about it when having sex with her husband, although she wouldn't DARE mention it to anyone. The feeling was getting very intense now, she was biting her lip to keep from making any noise. The chair was rocking back and forth gently, as her thighs flexed reflexively. She had both hands underneath the desk, darting a finger in and out of her pussy and spreading her lips as she pressed the vibrator down hard on her swollen clit. She wished she could prop her legs up on the chair but she didn't dare risk it, even though probably everyone in the school was gone by this time except for her. The embarrassment of getting caught would be overwhelming, especially if it happened to be hornball Mr. Freeman. She would probably have to give him a blowjob to get him to keep quiet, and even then it would be unlikely that he wouldn't spill the beans about it. He had wanted to have sex with Shari ever since she started working there, but he was harmless enough, and his advances were flattering and not menacing enough to be a concern for her. Shari was breathing hard and right at the edge, trying to hold on till the last second, until her orgasm finally spilled over. She felt pleasure radiate through her body, making her back arch repeatedly. Her throat was tight from holding in her moans. At that moment all she could think about was feeling Monica's naked body, feeling their nipples touching, grabbing Monica's ass and caressing her, until finally she laid her back and buried her face between Monica's thighs. There was a soft knock at the door, and almost immediately there after, the knob was turning. 'Oh shit', Shari thought. She hadn't completely locked the door. She clumsily grasped at her panties to get them off the floor and steady herself. "Mrs. Williams?" she heard the soft voice at the door and she could imagine herself going completely white. It was Monica! Shari was terrified now that Monica may have seen her or heard her. "Um.. yes?" Shari felt herself turning into a stuttering fool. Her heartbeat was absolutely pounding in her head from fear. Monica stepped into the room. "Oh, I'm glad I caught you Mrs. Williams. I was hoping you hadn't gone already." "Oh yes, I had a few things to finish up, I was just getting ready to head out." Shari couldn't resist looking Monica up and down. She had on a pair of tight hip-hugger jeans and boots, and a thin black knit top that clung to her body perfectly, much to Shari's dismay. She had just cum, she was still wet, her clit was aching, her panties were in her desk drawer and seeing Monica looking completely sexy was much more than her brain could handle at this moment. "Is there something I can help you with?" Monica was a bit unsteady about bringing up this subject with Mrs. Williams. She didn't even really know what to say, since all of her thoughts and feelings were essentially a big mess inside her head at the time being. "Well, yes," she said hesitatingly, sitting down in the chair in front of Shari's desk. Shari shifted in her chair, sitting up straight in the most prim and proper manner that she could manage. "All right, I have a few minutes, Monica," she replied. "What can I do for you." "Well, Mrs. Williams, we're friends right?" Monica looked directly at Shari. Her eyes had their usual intense quality, but were a bit softer this time. Shari could sense a bit of nervousness. "Well, sure, Monica, I'm glad you think of me that way." She did not want to give away the fact that she was tremendously flattered by Monica's admission. She did flash Monica a quick smile, which seemed to put her at ease a bit. "What's on your mind?" Monica shifted in her chair. "Well its about Bobby, Mrs. Williams." "Bobby..."Shari thought for a minute. "Oh, Bobby Slater?" "Yea.." Bobby Slater was arguably one of the most popular guys in school, starting linebacker on the football team, and surely one of those guys that teenage girl wet dreams were made of. "We've been kinda dating for about 3 months now," Monica continued. "Oh," Shari couldn't contain a bit of surprise. "I had no idea, Monica." Shari certainly didn't make a habit of noticing the dating habits of students, even Monica, but it was a surprise that she could be dating one of the most popular kids in school and it not be glaringly obvious. Most of the girls her age at this school had no shame in being arm candy for football and basketball players. "Yes, Bobby Slater." Monica frowned, and looked away for a moment. "I really hope you don't mind me talking to you about this, Mrs. Williams, but I can't really talk to my Mom or anything. She's more clueless about guys than I am." Shari had to stifle a chuckle. It definitely stroked her ego to think that this 18 year old girl would choose to come to her with personal advice, and increased her curiosity about Monica in general. "Well," she said, " I don't know that I would be much better, but I'll certainly give it a try." Monica crossed her legs in the chair and moved closer to the desk. "Well, see, he's like a pretty cool guy and all, but I'm just not really attracted to him, like, there's something missing." Shari sat back. She was long removed from the workings of teenage romance, but she could relate to what Monica must have been feeling. "I guess the best thing to do then," she started, "is to not let it go too far. Better to break up with him sooner than later. It would just turn out ugly if you strung him along." Monica nodded slowly. "I know, I know," she replied, "it's just I don't really know how to do that. I don't have much experience with boys. And besides, look at him, he's like totally hot, and half the girls in school would be climbing all over themselves to be with a guy like that. You don't break up with a guy like that, but he just doesn't do it for me....oop!!" Monica must have noticed the obvious look of surprise on Shari's face at Monica's youthful candor at the situation. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams," she blushed," I...." Shari gave her a warm smile. "No, no, Monica, it's all right. I understand. Let's just say that you aren't the only one that's ever been in THAT situation." She glanced at her watch. She needed to leave in a few minutes, so she started to gather up her things. And the distraction of collecting her belongings helped to quell the thoughts of Monica that were brewing inside her head. She continued, "the most important thing is that you do what you need to do for yourself. Don't fight it. Don't just go along with the flow if you aren't happy with the situation. Just let him down gently. It'll be an important life lesson for both of you." Monica stood up and said," Gee, Mrs. Williams, I knew you would understand. I guess I just needed it hear it from somebody else." "You're welcome, Monica," Shari responded, giving her a warm grin. They both started to walk towards the door, when Monica did something that shot through Shari like a knife. They were standing about 3 feet apart when Monica turned and said," Thanks, Mrs. Williams, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Then she gave Shari a look into her eyes, very intense and very deeply, biting her lip in the cute, overtly innocent but slightly naughty way that only a flirtatious young woman could. The look alone almost set Shari on fire, and she was about to give into the temptation to reach out and touch Monica, although she caught herself. "You're welcome, " she managed to stutter ought. "Be careful." Monica slipped out of the door, and Shari closed it softly behind her. She needed to compose herself for a moment. Was Monica flirting with her, she thought to herself. It felt that way, but she couldn't be very sure. Not like it really mattered, she wasn't going to risk anything with Monica, there was too much to lose if she was wrong about the signals Monica might be giving, but even worse, if something DID happen and someone found out. She sighed, leaning against the door, because she knew that if something did happen, she might find it very difficult to resist. Monica was kicking herself as she walked down the hallway. She couldn't believed that she chickened out, making up that lame story about breaking up with Bobby. She had been gathering her nerve for weeks to talk to Mrs. Williams, but at the very moment when she could have, she didn't. She had no idea if she could bring herself to try it again. Now, she thought, Mrs. Williams must think I'm some silly little girl who can't even break up with her boyfriend. Her and Bobby weren't even really a couple, but they hung out every now and then and she would let him get to 3rd base on occasion. She even gave him a blowjob once, but mostly she hung out with him because he was a really nice guy and he wasn't a pig that would try to force himself on her at every opportunity, unlike the majority of boys that she knew. Monica's biggest secret was that she was much more at home around girls in the locker room after track practice than around any guys. As a matter of fact, she figured that if it wasn't for the showers she might not be quite as interested in sports. She enjoyed the playful kidding with the other girls, and watching them discreetly. She doubted that anyone had any suspicions that she tended to stare at some of the girls, but she didn't know for sure. If they did, no one said anything. Monica wasn't sure if she was a lesbian or not, she doubted it but she couldn't be sure. She had never done anything with another girl, and not very much with boys. She didn't care very much about it, and really didn't think about sex that much, until she happened back to Mrs. Williams room one day after the critical writing team meeting and saw her, one foot propped up on her desk, head leaned back. That time, she had peeked through the window and her first instinct was to look away, but she found that she couldn't quite bring herself to do so. She hadn't been completely sure what was happening at first, but when she saw Mrs. William's back arch, and lips clench tightly, and the relaxed way that she slumped down into her chair after a minute or so, she knew that it could only be one thing. Monica had hurried away afterwards, so she wouldn't be seen, but her mind was raging afterwards with thoughts of seeing Mrs. Williams masturbating at her desk. She had never seen another woman pleasuring herself. She had never even watched herself do it. The thought excited her, and intrigued her, how a woman looked when in the buildup before orgasm, and the look on her face afterwards. She thought about it every time she saw Mrs. Williams. She began to realize that she wanted to be near Mrs. Williams a lot more often. She was always the first one to critical writing practice as often as she could be, and was always the last one to leave. Was this attraction, she thought to herself many times. Initially, there was only a passing fantasy, but lately, she found herself sometimes watching Mrs. Williams intently, but not really listening to what she was saying. She was undressing her with her eyes, thinking about what type of underwear she was wearing, what it would be like to touch her, and various other forbidden thoughts. After all, it was her married teacher!! But Monica couldn't help thinking about her, and that was why she was on the verge of revealing her secret. Monica made it outside and started the 8 block walk home. Her mother would have picked her up if she wanted, but the two weren't very close, and Monica didn't spend much more time around her than necessary. Besides, she was horny as hell by this point and she needed to cool off a bit before getting home. She wouldn't dare let her mother catch her masturbating, so she would have to wait until 9 or so when her mother passed out. Shari was making the drive home, thinking about what had transpired in her classroom, barely concentrating on traffic, when her cell phone rang. It was her husband on the other end. "That's fine honey, what time will you be home? Ok, I'll see you then." Her husband had to work late that night, as he did maybe once a week. Shari's thoughts of Monica were getting markedly more decadent. She was having thoughts of Monica sneaking out those nights Mike had to work late, and driving over to pick her up on a corner somewhere, to take her back to her house for a few hours. Shari shook her head. I'm going nuts, she thought. She decided to stop at a bar not too far from home and have a drink. "Hey, long time no see!" the friendly bartender Albert said to her, as she sat down at a bar stool. "Shari, right?" She was a bit surprised. "Uh, yeah. Its been at least a month and a half since I've been in here. How'd you remember?" Albert smiled. "Aww, you work here long enough you get pretty good with faces. What'll you have?" "Whisky sour," she said. "Double." "Whew," Albert said, shaking his head, "a double on a Tuesday night. Must have been a rough one." She smiled back at him. "Oh just a lot on my mind, that's all." Albert squinted and let out a laugh, "Ohh, right. Gotcha. That kind of stuff." Albert was flirting with her, innocently. He didn't really know how to talk to a woman without flirting. Shari cut her eyes at Albert. "What do you mean that kind of stuff?" Albert stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Oh, c'mon, I know that look. The stuff that you have on your mind involves somebody else!! Either lust or love or a little bit of both. You been a bartender as long as I have, you tend to notice this stuff." Shari gave him a smile of resignation. "All right, all right," she said, "you've found me out. There's no getting anything passed you." The whiskey sour was beginning to take effect, and Shari was feeling a lot more relaxed. "That's right! Now who's the lucky guy?" Shari's jaw dropped in feigned surprise. "How straightforward of you?" Albert back up. "Hey, sorry, sometimes I can be a bit on the nosey side." "Besides, who said it was a guy?", Shari replied playfully. Albert let out another hardy roar. "Well, well well," he said, "judging from the wedding ring I don't think I would have guessed for a girl." Shari Ch. 01 Suddenly, Shari was taken aback and a bit frightened. She forgot about her wedding ring. Her husband Mike would come in this bar from time to time and she had just mentioned to the bartender feelings for a woman. She could manage no more than a stutter in return. "I...I..." "Hey don't worry," Albert said reassuringly. "Dead men and bartenders tell no secrets." He winked. "Bad for business. You want another one?" Shari checked her watch. She had only been there 25 minutes. Mike wouldn't be home for at least another 2 hours or so. "Sure," she said, "what the hell." Albert prepared her another drink and went on about tending to other customers. Shari turned and just checked out some of the people in the bar. There were not a lot of patrons on a Tuesday night, but she did notice two women on the dance floor. They were dancing with each other, and clearly there was a great deal of attraction between the two of them. One of the woman's hands ranged freely over the other girls body, breasts and all. Occasionally they would share a short kiss. Shari couldn't keep her eyes off of them, so brazenly open and sexual in public. She imagined for a moment that it was her and Monica in their places. She knew that these two young women would be retiring to more private accommodations to continue their activities, and her mind was going crazy thinking about the combination of alcohol, and an attractive woman. She found herself getting aroused sitting there in her chair. She wasn't sure how long she had been watching them, but obviously they must have noticed her staring. One of the girls turned to her while hugging the other and gave Shari a small wave and blew her a kiss. Her friend turned and looked and Shari and smiled, then the two engaged in a very long, very passionate kiss. Shari was flustered that they had noticed her, and it felt almost like a teasing taunt. Albert apparently noticed as well. "Boy that Tanya, she's really something else," he said, leaning against the bar behind Tanya. "You know her?" Shari turned to face Albert. "Know her, HA!," he laughed, "she works here! My best naughty waitress. Damn near every time she's off she's in here getting freaky with somebody. That girl she's with, boy, that was some night. This girl comes in, looking all lonely. Tanya here bets another regular girl that she can't pick the girl up. And did she ever!! The three of them ended up leaving here after last call and from what I here 3 is DEFINITELY better than one!" "Oh....my," Shari was not only shocked at his candor but extremely intrigued at the thought of sex with some random women in a bar. "You should call up that little lady friend of yours," Albert said, devilishly. "I bet there's no way she's turn down an opportunity to be with you." Shari shook her head. "Oh no, no, I couldn't she doesn't even know. And besides she's one of my students so there's no wa..." Shari's hand shot over her mouth as she stopped in mid sentence. The alcohol had led her to say much more than she had intended. Even Albert dropped his rag. He had noticed earlier her keychain had a bright red CHS on it, for Central High School. He quickly made the connection that she was a high school teacher. "Well I'll be damned," he said," that's about the kinkiest thing I've heard all week." Shari was shaking her head, "Oh god," she whispered softly to herself. Albert put a hand on her shoulder, "Hey take it easy. I wouldn't tell a soul. Besides, trust me, I've heard a lot wilder things than that. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that I can tell you about that have happened in these very walls." Shari smiled, she felt better about spilling her secret. It actually felt good to tell somebody, even if it was essentially a stranger. "Excuse me for a minute. Gotta use the bathroom." "All right." Albert glanced around, and noticed that Tanya and her friend had left the dance floor. The bar was beginning to thin out, and he saw them just entering the ladies room as well. "Uh, oh," he whispered to himself, smiling the entire time. Shari was feeling pretty good from the liquor she had drank, and she figured she would use the bathroom and head for home. She would be there in plenty of time to beat her husband back. He would probably be in the mood, she hoped, because that was just what she needed to top off the night. Entering the bathroom and stepping into the first stall, she found the room empty, or so she thought. As she squatted over the seat and raised her skirt, she looked over to the stall next to her and saw 2 sets of feet. Her surprise turned to curiosity when she heard the sounds of kissing and rustling of clothes. Whoever it was either was so preoccupied with what they were doing that they hadn't heard her come in, or they didn't care. Still, she quickly finished her business and stood, flushing behind her. As she opened the door and stepped out of the stall to wash her hands, the door to the stall next to her opened as well. She saw in the mirror that it was the two girls that were on the dance floor together earlier. She hoped that they didn't see the surprise on her face as she looked up and saw one girl with her halter top pulled down, revealing large, full breasts. The girls pants were also unzipped and pulled down slightly passed her hips. Embarrassed, she said, "Oh..my. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb.." "You don't have to go so fast," Tanya said, smiling at her. "I kinda think you like what you see." To be honest, Shari did like what she saw. She had fantasized about having an encounter with Monica in much the same fashion. She turned, leaning against the countertop. "I..I don't know what to say," she stuttered nervously. "You don't have to say a word. Come over here." It was something about the way that Tanya looked at her, that she could not resist the temptation. Seeing the two girls standing there, one half naked had her heart and her hormones racing. She couldn't believe what she was doing as she walked over. "This is Shana," Tanya said, "Don't you think she's sexy." Tanya had her arm around Shari's waist, and was moving down towards her butt. The feel of another woman's hand caressing ran chills up and down her spine. "Y..yes," she said, staring at Shana's lovely body. "Mmm," Shana moaned. She was obviously fairly intoxicated and completely horny. She moved closer to Shari, nuzzling her naked breasts against Shari's Shana started running her hands up and down Shari's stomach. Tanya was kissing Shari lightly on the back of her neck, and Shari felt like she was rapidly losing control. Her hips were writhing and thrusting almost reflexively, responding to the touch of these two women. No amount of daydreaming or fantasizing could have quite prepared her for this. She reached and put her hand on Shana's back, pulling her closely. Opening her eyes for a minute, she looked down at Shana, who was about 2 inches shorter than her, and kissed her. The depth and passion of the kiss surprised her, and sent her mind reeling. It was the first time she had ever kissed a woman, and the pleasure from just a kiss was immense. The experience was much different than kissing a man, her lips were softer, tongue smaller, and it was less forceful. It was almost intoxicating. Tanya moved her hand underneath Shari's skirt and began to caress her ass. "Mmm, no panties," Tanya whispered in her ear. Shari turned her head and between shallow breaths said, "No, they're in my bottom desk drawer at work." Tanya chuckled. "I like your style." Tanya bent down to one knee, and raised Shari's skirt up around her waist. She ran one hand around in front and began to stroke Shari's shaved pussy. She found Shari's clit engorged and erect, beginning to appear slightly between her lips. "Oh...shit." Shari couldn't control her mouth any longer. She had both of Shana's breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Shana groaned in appreciation. Shana skillfully unbuttoned the first 6 buttons or so, and slipped her hands in to caress Shari's breasts. Her nipples were hard, aching for a touch other than her own. Her body was responding to their every advance. Shari felt like putty in their hands, and that anything that they desired of her she would happily give into. Shana was stroking her pussy now, running a finger in and out of her every so often, while Tanya had both hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples with great force. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum..." Shari managed to whisper. She had her head thrust back on Tnaya's shoulder, and was steadying herself with one hand on the wall. "That's right, baby," Tanya whispered softly to her, "Let it go." Almost on queue, Shari's body shuddered. The contractions in her abdomen were so strong she almost knocked Shana over, as she began to buck. Shana had a firm grip on her clit, however, and was not letting go. Sticking a finger deep inside Shari, Shana said, "Ooh yea, Tanya, she's squeezing the shit out of me." Shari bit her lip and tried not to scream, but she was grunting heavily through clenched teeth as the orgasm continued to wash over her. After a minute or so, she was able to breathe again and she slumped back against Tanya, who wrapped her arms around her and kissed her neck softly. Shana stood up and kissed her deeply as well, and they stayed there for a minute. Pulling up her pants and top, Shana said to Shari, "I hope you had a good time tonight. You should come by more often." "Um...I think I'll just have to do that," Shari replied, buttoning her dress. "I won't forget this, that's for sure." "Good," Tanya said, "we can all have a good time. Let's get outta here." "Perfect," Albert said, pressing the STOP button on the camera. "Tanya never disappoints." Tanya was the only other person that knew about the tiny camera mounted in the ceiling of the bathroom. He had left the bar just long enough to catch the whole affair on tape, which was maybe 10 minutes or so. He couldn't resist. He never did anything malicious with any of the various compromising scenes he had captured, but he and Tanya would have a good time watching it later. On his way back up the bar, he coolly removed the yellow "Out of Service" sign that he had placed in front of the door to ensure that they weren't disturbed. He was back behind the bar by the time the three ladies emerged. Although Shari tried to play it cool, it was clearly obvious to anyone that might be paying attention that she was certainly in a different frame of mind than when she went in. Returning to the bar, Albert said to her, "Thought I lost ya in there," smiling broadly. "Silly," she replied, "you know girls take a long time in the rest room." "Ha, don' t I know," he said. "Your waitress is really cool. When she usually work?" Damn, Albert thought, Tanya must have really put it on this girl. "Oh, normally she's off on Tuesday and Wednesday, but you never know when you might catch her in here. Going home?" "Yeah," she said, pulling her keys from her purse. "My husband will be home soon." Albert thought to himself, Better take a shower before he gets there. "All right then, little lady. Come back and see us sometime." She smiled at him rising from her stool. "You bet." Shari Ch. 02 Monica sat idly on a bench in the school courtyard, rambling into her journal. She had so many thoughts in her head that she had to get them down on paper, otherwise she would go crazy for sure. She couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. Williams. She thought about her at night, she thought about her when she was playing with herself in the mornings before school, and she could barely pay attention when she was in Mrs. Williams class because she spent so much time staring at her. She wanted desperately just to tell her how she felt, but it was so strange, so weird she didn't think she would ever be able to. That made Monica very sad, and writing about it was her coping mechanism. Monica was so into her writing, that she didn't even hear Bobby Slater walking up behind her. "Hey babe," he said, covering her eyes with his massive hands. She dropped her pen with a gasp, "Bobby!" She turned to face him, quickly closing her journal, lest he catch a glimpse of what she had just written. Bobby leaned down to kiss her on the lips, which she half-heartedly returned. She didn't think she was going to be able to go on having a quasi-relationship with him for much longer. He truly was a great guy, an absolute stud, and he really deserved a girl that would appreciate him for who he was, not a mixed up girl on the verge of full-fledged dykedom. "Hey Mon, why you look so down?" He always called her Mon. "Oh, just a lot on my mind, Bobby. What are you doing around here?" "Me and a couple of the guys are going over to Wendy's. Wanna come?" His eyes were almost pleading. Monica really was a great catch. Numerous guys wanted to get with her, but Bobby fought them off like swatting flies. He looked so sweet standing there, and it made her feel special, so there was no way she could say know, even though her heart wasn't quite in it. "Sure, Bobby, I'd love to." She checked her watch, threw her journal and pen in her backpack as he she stood, Bobby taking her by the hand. As they walked off towards the greasy fast food joint, she didn't realize that she hadn't zipped up her backpack, and she didn't hear her journal fall onto the grass. Shari felt somewhat like a stalker, staring from her classroom window down at the courtyard. She had watched Monica the entire time she sat there. She loved the way Monica's long hair draped across her face, and the way she crossed her legs. She didn't even care if Monica looked up and saw her, as she just couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful creature. In fact, deep inside, she wished that Monica would look up towards her classroom. It would mean that Monica was thinking about her. Just the thought got Shari excited. She was disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken when she saw Bobby walk up and give her a kiss, and then the two of them leave together. Maybe she was going to give him a chance, Shari thought. And that meant that she had no chance at all, if she had the nerve to take it. She was just turning away in resignation when she saw the small book drop out of Monica's backpack onto the ground. Thinking that it might be some schoolwork, she decided to go down and retrieve it, before it got lost or thrown away. She would hold onto it until critical writing class, and give it to her then. Shari hurried downstairs and grabbed the thin, spiral notebook from under the bench. It had "Monica's Journal" written in silly "girl' handwriting in gold metallic ink on the cover. The cover was worn and tattered in places, so she had obviously had it for quite some time. Shari stared at it for a moment. 'This is Monica's diary', she thought. Monica would be devastated if she lost it, and someone else found it. Shari was glad she had been watching, she couldn't imagine how upset Monica would be if it fell into some dumb kids hands. Walking back to her classroom to gather her things and leave for the day, the little devil of temptation was starting to get to her. Even though it would be a complete violation of privacy, what might be hidden in those pages was calling out to her. Besides, Shari thought, she wouldn't tell a soul, and this was probably the closest she would ever get to Monica. Shari closed the blinds and locked the door, then sitting down at her desk she began to read. She leafed through a few pages of idle entries about school and life in general, until one page caught her attention. It was headed with the words "My Secret Crush" in pink letters with a tiny red heart at the end. "Oh....," Shari mouthed to herself, quickly losing herself in the words. 8-28-04 I can't believe I'm writing this, but I've got so many feelings inside of me I gotta get them out. I can't stop thinking about her. I never thought I would like girls. In fact, I like girls more than I like boys. She's so smart and so pretty, I wish I could tell her, but she wouldn't understand. Nobody would understand.. Monica had dedicated an entire section of her little journal to this, in fact it took up a good portion of the middle of it. Shari was fascinated. To read that Monica liked girls made her squirm in her chair. She was getting aroused just reading about it. 9-6-04 I almost had sex with Bobby this weekend. Even though I don't like boys very much, he was being so sweet and nice, I really wanted to. But I couldn't stop thinking about my crush. Even when he was kissing on me, I was only thinking about her. I'm not ready to lose my virginity yet. Not to a boy. But if it was her, I would have fucked her. I know I would. I told Bobby I wasn't ready, and he just smiled at me. He was SOOOO sweet. I'm gonna have to find him a girl that really wants him. I didn't want him to be disappointed so I sucked his dick. It was only the second time I did it. He said I was great, but I don't know, I really don't know what to do when I do that. I let him cum in my mouth though, it was really weird, and tasted funny, but it wasn't that bad. He was so happy afterwards, it made me feel really good. Maybe I can make her happy one of these days. Shari couldn't resist touching herself, these words were making her so hot. She was rubbing her pussy through her pants as she leafed through. Thoughts of her little student dancing through her head, making her dizzy with lust and affection, the kind of lust that was painfully intense because she knew that it could never, ever be fulfilled. She would have to admire her beauty from as close as she could get. Then in the spring Monica would be graduating and would go off to college, and that would be that. Shari decided that she needed to get off right then and there. She unzipped her pants and slipped a finger down into her cleft, going straight for her engorged bud. She moaned and wiggled softly to herself and she moved closer to a quiet, skillful climax, frigging with one hand and flipping pages with the other. She bit her lip as orgasm washed over her, her old chair shaking and creaking. As she opened her eyes and came down from her high, she came across one short post that made her eyes feel like they would bulge from their sockets. 11-28-04 I can't take it anymore, I need to tell her my feelings otherwise I'm gonna go crazy. I got up the nerve to tell her today, I thought, but when I went to her and was about to spill, but then I made up some stupid story about Bobby. GOD I AM SO CHICKEN SHIT!!!! Maybe it's for the best though, why knows what would happen if somebody found out. I'm so unhappy. It only took a moment for Shari to make the connection. The 28th was only 4 days ago, the day Monica dropped by her classroom after school. A tear dropped from her eye onto the page before she could catch it. She closed the journal and tucked it away in her desk drawer. Before she knew it she was sobbing uncontrollably at her desk. Her emotions were a complete mess. She had no clue what to do next. Firstly, she had to get the journal back to Monica. If she took it back and laid it under the bench, it would either end up in the trash, or worse, somebody would take it and read it. She would just have to give it back herself. Shari didn't sleep well at all the previous night, so she was sure she looked like a complete wreck the next day at school. She tossed and turned all night thinking about Monica, about herself, about her sexuality, her husband, and everything else under the sun. She had come to the conclusion that she was better off just giving back the journal and not mentioning a word of anything that she had read, even though her heart was breaking to do so. She didn't know the depth of Monica's feelings for her, but it was better to not even go into that territory. Monica would eventually get over it, and maybe in time, Shari thought, she would too. Shari was completely glum the next day, and the thunder and rain of a sudden storm system moving through did nothing to brighten her mood. In English class that day, although Monica looked beautiful in a pale green linen top and her customary tight jeans and sneakers, Shari noticed she was completely distracted and looked visibly upset. The bell rang mercifully, and Monica quickly gathered her books and headed for the door. Usually friendly and warm to Shari, today it seemed she wanted to get as far away from her as quickly as she could. "Monica...." Shari said just as she was walking out of the door. "Yes, Mrs. Williams?" "If you have just a few minutes after school, could you stop by? I wanted to talk to you a little bit about one of your essays." The hesitation was apparent on Monica's face. "Umm....sure. I can come by." "Great," Shari replied quickly, forcing a smile. "See you then." Shari had never been this nervous in her life. It was 4:00, Monica would be coming by any minute. She stood at the window, watching kids scurrying left and right to get out of the rain. What's wrong with carrying a damned umbrella, she thought. As she stood there, she heard a soft knock on the door that made her physically jump. "Come in," she called. Monica slipped through the door. She had changed her shirt, and was now wearing a CHS t-shirt that was much too tight for Shari's comfort. "Hey Monica, glad you could stop by." Shari planted both hands on her desk to keep them from shaking with nervousness. "No problem, Mrs. Williams, what did you want to talk to me about?" Shari paused and took a deep breath. "Well Monica, actually I didn't really have anything to talk to you about, I needed to give you something, and I didn't want to do it in class." Monica blushed. Shari reached into her drawer and pulled out the journal. "I found it laying in the courtyard, I wanted to make sure you got it back before someone else found it." Monica just stared at the notebook, as the color quickly drained from her face. "Uhh..th, thanks, Mrs. Williams," she stuttered as she walked over to retrieve it. "Ummm...you didn't read it did you?" Monica's voice was so timid it was barely audible. Shari had hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't ask that question. Shari was a terrible liar and her eyes betrayed her before she could even open her mouth. "Well..." her voice trailed off as she looked away. When she looked back, tears were streaming from Monica's face, which was twisted into a mask of absolute horror and embarrassment. She looked at Shari for a moment, and it looked as she was about to say something, but then she just turned and ran for the door, dropping the journal to the floor and leaving the door open on her way out. "Monica, wait I can explain!" she called out, but the little track star had already made it out into the hall and disappeared into the corner. Luckily the hallways were clear, and no one saw her. "Oh my god, what have I done,"Shari whispered to herself as thunder boomed outside. She felt tears welling in her eyes as she knew she had committed an unforgivable sin, broken this young girl's heart and embarrassed her beyond comprehension. She wanted to go after Monica and explain, apologize, do anything to make up for this. She ran to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and see which way she went. She saw Monica, running through the courtyard, being soaked by the driving rain. Shari was crying fully now. She was absolutely devastated. Shari had to make this right. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she grabbed her umbrella and keys, leaving her purse behind and took off as quickly as she could. Monica was a track star though, and she wasn't sure she could catch her. She tried to be as discreet as she possibly could, as there were still some students about trying to get out of the rain. Walking down the sidewalk in front of the school, straining to hold back her own tears, and with water beginning to soak her pants legs, she found Monica hunched down behind a small half wall, a wet, sobbing mess. "Monica!"she called, rushing over to her and kneeling down next to her. "Oh my God, Monica, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so, so sorry." She dropped her umbrella and threw both arms around her, unable to hold back the tears any longer and not caring about the pouring rain. "Oh Mrs. Williams....I just, I just don't know...I mean, I never, ever wanted you to know. " Her voice came out in wracking sobs. "Monica, it's OK, it really is. I'm just so sorry I hurt you, I care about you so much." The words slipped out without Shari thinking about it. Monica looked up at her, with bewilderment in her eyes. "Really?" she pleaded. Shari smiled and hugged her again. "Yes, really. Now do you want to talk about this? I can take you home, and we need to get out of this storm anyway." Monica thought for a moment and beamed back, "I'd like that." The short drive to Monica's house was mostly silent. Neither one of them really knew what to say to each other. Shari glanced over and saw Monica's gorgeous figure. The shirt clung to her and was almost transparent. Monica's nipples were rock hard and jutting through her bra. Shari couldn't help but look over at her, getting aroused and being keenly aware of her own soaking wet body. Shari pulled into the driveway. "Ok Monica, she said, we can talk about this anytime you want to. Or..we don't every have to mention a word of it again." "Mrs. Williams, you're wonderful. You've always been great to me." She leaned over the console and gave Shari a big hug, which Shari gladly returned. Her pulse quickened and her stomach did flips feeling the object of her desire in her arms, with nothing but a couple of layers of soaked clothing between them. And then it happened. Monica pulled back and planted a small, innocent kiss on Shari's lips. She made sure to linger for only a second. She immediately began to blush as she watched Shari closely for her reaction. "Mrs. Williams, is that OK?" Shari sat for a long stunned moment. "Call me Shari. And yes it's OK. Are you OK? Can I kiss you back?" Monica nodded timidly, and moved in again, for a longer, more intimate kiss. She slowly moved her tongue into Shari's mouth, and both could feel electricity. Shari's nipples and clit reacted instantly, all three rising to granite like rigidity. She had yearned and craved this moment for a long time. Now that it had happened, she didn't know what to think. She pulled away, and looked around like a thief, suddenly terrified that someone may have been around and seen her. "Don't worry," Monica whispered. "My Mom is home, but she can't see anything from here. She won't be home tomorrow though, until late, maybe...." "Maybe what,"Shari asked, taking Monica's precious face in her hands. She just wanted to hear it from Monica's lips. "Maybe you can come over after school. We could, you know, get a little more special." The cuteness of Monica's words made Shari gush inside. "Mmmm, ok. It's our little secret....I'm sure I don't have to tell you that no one can know about this. Are you sure you're ready?" "I'm ready if you are, Mrs.... Shari. I've actually been dreaming about doing it with you." Shari was breathing heavily, her mind reeling with thoughts of her being on the verge of satisfying her forbidden lust. "I've been thinking about it too Monica, but we can talk about it later. You better get going." What she really meant was that she wanted to get home and get herself off as soon as she could. Her clit was so hard and pussy so wet she didn't know if she could even make it home before touching herself. "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow." She gave Shari another small kiss before jumping from the car and running up to the porch. Shari sat there for just a moment, trying to wrap her mind around the events that just unfolded, before pulling out and heading for home. Mike is going to get his brains fucked out tonight, she thought to herself. Shari looked around apprehensively as she pulled her car to a stop about three houses down the street from Monica's house, in front of a vacant house with a 'for sale' sign in front of it. She was so apprehensive, that she didn't even want to take a chance with parking in front of her house. Yet, the little smile that she had been wearing all day was still there. She hadn't been this excited in a long time. She felt like a young schoolgirl again, going over to her first boyfriend's house to make out for the first time. As she made the walk up to the door, she saw the door open slightly and Monica peek out. Knowing that Monica had been waiting for her, looking out to let her in at the very first moment made her blush, and aroused her as well. "Hi Monica," she said as she slipped in the door, shutting it quickly behind her. She surveyed the house quickly, just to affirm to herself that they were alone. "Hi Shari," Monica replied. She was wearing a thick terry cloth bathrobe. Her hair was down, jet black and draped luxuriously across her shoulders and down her back. Shari involuntarily licked her lips looking at her. Shari was fairly tall around 5'9" while Monica was a petite 5'3", so she felt large compared to her. It was a new sensation to her, watching Monica look up at her with her big brown eyes, and she imagined that Monica felt much the same way she did when she was looking up at Mike's large 6'5" frame. "My Mom won't be home until like 9.You wanna come sit down?" They walked over to the couch and sat down. Shari, always having a slight fetish for feet, couldn't help notice Monica's flawlessly manicured toes, and perfect instep. Those don't look like athlete's feet to me,she thought. Monica was clearly nervous, almost scared. Shari could feel it in her voice. "Monica...." "Call me Mon, all my friends do." Shari relaxed a bit. "Mon, I'm really scared," Shari volunteered. "I'm not sure I know what's supposed to happen now." "Me neither. I mean I know what I want to do, but....." Monica looked down as if she was ashamed. "But I just don't know if you would like it or not." "Oh Monica." Shari reached over and grabbed Monica's hand. "I doubt there's anything that you could do that I wouldn't like." It sounded corny, but she really meant it. Monica bit her lip, and stood, hands on the belt of her robe. "In that case..." She pulled on the belt and opened her robe, dropping it to the floor. She was wearing a small, revealing black bra and a pair of lace panties. The bra barely covered her nipples, which were quickly becoming erect behind the think fabric. "I wanted to wear something sexy for you Shari. I've been wanting this for so long, I hope you like it." "Oh my god...." Shari wriggled in her chair. The visual of Monica's milky white skin framed by the black underwear, eying her graceful curves, and seeing just a hint of her carnation pink areola was enough to send Shari right over the edge right there where she sat without even touching herself. "Monica, that is so sexy I don't even know what to think..I mean, I never thought I would be looking at you this way. I want you so bad." Shari Ch. 02 Shari could contain herself no longer and stood, moving close to Monica and moving her finger tips along Monica's shoulders. Her smooth skin rippled with goosebumps in response to Shari's touch. Monica sighed as if so relieved to finally feel Shari's fingers. "Oh Shari, just your fingertips are making me tingle." Shari continued by moving closer still, and inhaling the sweet smell of Monica's perfume from behind her ear. Monica's nipples were reddening with arousal. Shari felt her own nipples harden, along with her clit. She could already feel the moisture developing between her thighs. "Shari, I can't wait any longer," Monica said, pulling back. "Let's go to my room. But you have to promise me that you'll show me what to do. You are my teacher after all." Shari was immediately ravenous. The naughty talk from this innocent little woman put her over the edge. She grabbed Monica firmly, almost forcefully by the hips and wrapped her arms around her, locking her lips onto Monica's in a deep, passionate kiss. Monica wholeheartedly returned the kiss, swirling her tongue around Shari's lips and tongue, and reaching back to grab Shari's ass as the stumbled almost drunkenly down the hallway toward Monica's room, neither woman wanting to let go of their embrace. They landed on Monica's bed almost in a heap, with Shari rolling onto her back and Monica straddling her. They continued to kiss as Shari's hands stroked Monica's smooth, muscular back. Although Shari was rapidly losing control, she didn't want to scare Monica and be too forward with undressing her any further, so with great difficulty, she stayed away from Monica's bra. Monica however, went straight for Shari's shirt, and with amazing speed unbuttoned it and began to caress Shari's full breasts. The softness of Monica's young hands sent chills through Shari's body with every stroke. Shari was marveling at how natural, and seemingly skillful Monica was at touching her. She could have sworn that this wasn't the first time that Monica had ever touched a woman. But she supposed that a woman knows what another woman likes, no matter what the age or experience level. Before too long, Shari was moaning and groaning as she lay there, her eyes clenched shut as Monica pulled her breasts out of the top of her bra and began to play with her nipples, gently and softly. "Does that feel good, Shari?" "Oh god yes.....it feels wonderful." Monica giggled. "I'm glad. I just want to make you happy." Shari reached up and pulled Monica close to her "Monica, baby, you already have. She moved her hands to Monica's bra and snapped it a loose. Monica eagerly slipped the straps from her shoulders. Shari beckoned Monica to move up higher, so that she could take her perky breasts into her mouth. "Oh Shari, oh god,"Monica moaned as Shari kissed and sucked lightly on her nipples. "Nothing has ever felt like this before." And in truth, nothing had ever felt like that before to Shari either. The taste of her skin feeling the tiny hard point of her Monica's nipples in her mouth was like heaven. It felt as though something that she had been longing for her entire life was finally there. It was sweet, smooth and natural. It was nothing like the encounter that Shari had with Tanya and her friends in the bathroom stall. There was no raunchy, hurried, carnal instinct at that particular moment. It just felt to Shari as an innocent, natural moment of intimacy. She felt that she truly was Monica's teacher, teaching her how to cherish someone that you adore. Monica suddenly sat up and rolled off of Shari, flopping down on the bed next to her and turning away and curling into a fetal position. "Monica, oh my, what's wrong, did I hurt you?" Shari rocketed up and knelt over Monica, caressing her face, terrified that she had done something wrong. "Oh Shari, I'm sorry. I'm acting like a stupid little girl." A tear started to roll down her cheek. "I'm just...i'm just scared. I've never felt like this before. " Shari felt as if she could cry any moment herself. "Monica, oh, you didn't do anything wrong, everything is OK." She laid down on the bed behind Monica and put her arm around her, pulling Monica close. Monica didn't resist. "I'll never do anything to hurt you, in fact, I won't do anything if you don't want me to." Monica was silent, except for a light sob or two. Shari took that as her queue to leave. Dejected, she began to pull herself away. Monica suddenly stopped her as she began to sit up, grabbing Shari's hand and pulling her back down, wrapping her arm tightly around Shari's waist and nestling her head under Shari's chin. "Shari, would you just lay here with me for a little while?" Shari wrapped her arm tightly around Monica. "Of course I will. I'd love nothing more." And Shari felt instantly relieved, satisfied and content, cradling Monica and hearing the sweet sound of her breath. She didn't need anything else.