0 comments/ 59938 views/ 3 favorites Teacher By: SkipperD "I gotta tell ya about my trip last weekend." I say as Sandy and I begin our stroll down the deserted Lake Michigan beach. It is a very warm fall afternoon. We are in our summer shorts and our shoes are back in the car. The sun still has enough power to warm our skin nicely. "You told me that you went going out East somewhere." Sandy mentions and grabs my hand, pulling me in closely to her as we walk. "Yeah, I went to visit someone I met on the Internet." I peek at Sandy from the corner of my eye, looking for her reaction. "Uh... I kind of have a rule about meeting for real the people who I e-mail with, but this was an exception." "Really!" Sandy quickly stops walking and pulls me to a stop. Her long auburn hair shines in the sun. She had unbuttoned her shirt all the way down when I was not looking and my eyes fall onto the path of freckled skin running down the center of her torso. I make a mental note to play "Connect the Freckles" with my tongue when we find a nice spot to stop. "That's dangerous!" We begin walking again. "We've been e-mailing back and forth since early July." Sandy's shirt, blowing in the wind, moves off her left breast. Her nipple is hard and is sticking out seductively. I feel my pussy begin to form its familiar wetness. I reach behind me and pull two beers out of my backpack and hand one to Sandy. "Her name is Rachel." Sandy rubs the cold beer can across both of her nipples before opening it. She has very large light pink areolas and her hard nipples, now wet from the can, are sticking out almost an inch. I begin having trouble keeping my train of thought. "So this girl, ah... Rachel, who you've been writing to for only a couple of months, gets you to fly all the way out East to see her?" "No, no, it's more than that. You see, I'd told her about me and how I like the ladies..." Sandy smiles at me and squeezes my hand. "...so, I guess I kind of gave her ideas. She had told me about how she sometimes pretends that it's me that's lickin' her pussy, and about how she's been wanting to try it herself sometime for real." "I take it that it's her old man going down on her when she's fantasizing about you. Does he know that she's doing that? I'd be pissed!" "He knows that she's thinking about tryin' a woman, but I don't think he knows that she's thinking about someone else when he's do'n her. Anyway... so she looks in the newspaper and finds a personal from this lady who wants to try it for the first time too! So she calls and they meet for lunch! Shit! I thought she was nuts! But it turns out that this lady's clean and nice lookin' and only just curious... just like her." "I know! I know!" Sandy stops quickly and jerks me around, pulling me close. "They run back to her house, get naked, and start like this..." Sandy moves her mouth in and our lips wetly touch. The tip of my tongue feels her tongue inch between my teeth as an erotic groan comes from her nose. Her tongue lightly dances around the tip of my tongue for a moment. I begin reaching for one of her breasts, but she breaks the kiss off as abruptly as she had started it and gives me a wicked teasing smile. "And then her old man comes home, and they're busted! Ha!" "That's silly!" I laugh, and we begin to walk down the beach again. My crotch feels really wet now. "She wrote me about it and told me that she was scared because she's afraid that she won't know how to do it." "What does she mean by that? It's not like her equipment's complicated to use or anything!" "I think she was just getting cold feet or was afraid she'd get stage fright, or something. She said that it would be better if I was there! So I called and got a flight at the last minute, e-mailed her that I was coming, and went right to the airport. A cab dropped me off at her house at about the time the lady was due to arrive." "Wait a minute!" Sandy interrupts. "You just hopped on a plane and went right to her house, and you didn't even know if it was actually cool with her?" "Yeah, I guess so. It was an impulse, but it turned out just great. Rachel met me at the door before I could, even ring the bell! She hurried me in and she was, like, real hyper. I got her calmed down somehow. She told me that the lady was gonna be there any minute and she didn't know what she was going to do when she got there." "Where was her husband during all this?" "Oh, he was out. He came around a little later. I found out later that he knew about the date and wanted her to have fun with it alone for a while, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Now, Rachel's a nice look'n girl, about middle twenties I think... Kind of short and slim, brown eyes and hair, and nice big boobs! The lady that came was older was, like, mid-thirties or so. Her name's Dawn...a little taller than Rachel, real long thick black hair and eyebrows." "Long thick black eyebrows? What does she have to do, comb them so they ain't covering her eyes?" "No, silly. But they're just like Brook Shield's brows, and really hairy arms, pits, and bush! Made her look real sexy!" "Yuck! Hairy pits? Yuck! Hairy legs too?" "No, and she had just shaved them too. They felt real smooth. Her skin was kind of pale, considering it was just summer. I mean, no tan lines or anything." "Maybe she doesn't get out much." "Don't know. She didn't really talk about herself, but she's very pretty! Real piercing sky blue eyes too, and kind of skinny and little boobs with real dark tits." "Like these?" Sandy says, pulling open both parts of her shirt to the side and shakes her large breasts back and forth at me. "No!" My eyes take in her exposed body with large firm freckled boobs with big light pink tits. I drop my empty beer can to the sand and Sandy jumps a bit when I put my cold hand on her left breast. "I said she was small..." I gently squeeze. "...you're big. And her tits are dark..." I carefully pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "These don't have much color, almost clear." I roll her tit between my fingers. "You like my twins, Anne? Mmmm..." "Yeah, love'm! Let's see if they taste anything like hers." I lower my head and take her left nipple into my mouth. "Careful, now. They're kind of sensitive right now." Sandy says, slipping her shirt all the way off and holds it to her side. "You won't neglect the other one, OK?" I pull my mouth off her tit with a smack, and suck her right one between my teeth. "They're my twins and you got to treat them the same! Oooo, Anne! Mmmm. Can we stop here for a while, Anne?" Sandy's breathing is quickly becoming heavy and labored. "Please, Anne, can we?" I reluctantly move my lips away from her breast. "A little farther, babe. I know a nice place for us." Sandy reluctantly rolls up her shirt and stuffs it under a strap of my backpack. I grab her hand and we begin walking again. I still don't see anyone on the beach, but I feel a little excited walking next to Sandy with her shirt off and her firm boobs bouncing with her cadence. I keep glancing over at her as we walk. Her freckles still fascinate me. There are so many of them, more on the top than on the bottom, but they are everywhere. I just love Sandy's freckles! "OK, now, quit undressing me with your eyes and get on with your weekend's tale! It's sounding fun!" "Yeah, right! Funny!" I let go of her hand and put my arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly. "I was there maybe fifteen minutes when the lady shows up. Rachel has to explain me, so she tells her that I'm there to help them break the ice and make sure they have a good time." "Weird! She bought that?" "Well, yeah! It's the truth, ain't it? Anyway, after a moment's thought, she tells me that it's a great idea! Cool, huh? So we went into the living room and they kind of just stood there. It was very awkward, so I decided to get things going. I started by telling them that this is THEIR time, and I might let them do me when they're done with each other. They didn't say anything and kind of looked nervously around at each other and at me. So I took off all my clothes! I didn't make a big production out of it. I just pulled them off and threw them in the corner." "I thought you said that this was THEIR time?" "It was! I'd gone over all kinds of different scenarios on the plane and settled on doin' it this way. You wouldn't expect me to stand around with all my clothes on while these two girls are rolling all around on the floor together, would you?" We come up to a little river emptying itself into the lake. "We're here!" I announce. The river is full of big boulders scattered all around and there is a little waterfall up near a small grassy area. It is a very beautiful and romantic setting. We both walk onto the long soft grass, and I pull a large white sheet out of my backpack and carefully spread it out. "Wash the sand off your feet first!" I say as I walk into the cold water. "We don't want any sand in our bed, right?" "Anne, please get on with the story. It's getting me real horny!" Sandy says as she finishes washing her feet and returns to the bed sheet spread out on the grass. "Sure, babe!" I begin slowly removing my clothes as I resume my story. "So, the two wanna-be-queers are having their eyes bug out lookin' at me standing there naked. I put a foot on a chair and started fingering my cunt, and I told them that they should undress each other. I guess they felt weird or something looking at me like that, cuz they immediately turned their attention to each other and began ripping each other's clothes off. When they were both naked, I told them to give each other a big hug, which they did. They each had their head on the other's shoulder and I could tell that they were really getting into it because their eyes were closed and they were rockin' back'n forth." I pile my cloths on top of my backpack and squat next to Sandy. She had gotten naked too and is sitting cross legged on the sheet. "So there I was, fingering my cunt like this..." I open my knees and slip a finger between my swollen lips and into my wet hole. Sandy looks down and her eyes widen. "...and the girls were hugging and squeezing each others buns! I kind of walked up next to them with my finger still in here, like this, and told them that it was time for their first big kiss." Sandy puts her hand between her legs and starts mastur- bating along with the story too. My finger is firmly rubbing my swollen clit. We both watch the other's fingers as they move around in our wet pussies. I continue my story with laboring breath, "They opened the hug a little and quickly pressed their lips together, and I moved in real close to watch. Both their jaws were open, so I could tell that they were Frenchin'. They both had started groping at each other's boobs too. I'm telling ya, they were both hot little queers, the way they were goin' at it! Then, when I thought they had enough kissin', I told Dawn to get down in the doggy position. I got her a throw pillow and told her to put her head down on it. That made her rear-end stick up in the air... Like this!" I get on my knees and put my head on the ground, aiming my wet swollen under side at Sandy. Sandy, sucking in a big breath, says, "Oh! Anne, that's soooo nice!" I look under myself between my legs and flash a big upside down smile at her. "Can you open it up a little more? And stick it out more for me? Oooo, yumm!" "So," I continue, "I tell Rachel to move in and get her face up to Dawn's hot little box. Dawn moved her knees apart a little more, ...like this, and pushed her rear out and up, ...like this." I stick my wet slit out behind me and slowly wave it back and forth in Sandy's direction. "I watched as Rachel put her nose right against Dawns puss. Her tongue came out and tentatively started to search through the folds of skin for her hidden love button!" "Oh, yeah!" Sandy whispered, and I feel her hot breath on my waiting pussy. Her nose nudges in between its lips and her tongue begins moving around near my waiting clitoris. "And, uh...mmmm!" I lose my train of thought as her nose pushes farther into my pussy and her tongue and lips start attacking my own love button. "She, ...uh, f...first worked on her clit...YES! LIKE THAT! Mmmm! Th...then, she began licking all around." I feel Sandy's wide tongue move off my aching clitoris and up into my love canal. "Rachel th... then tongue fucked her real slow...in and out with her tongue, like THAT! Ooooh! Slow, yeah, in and out. I'm going to cum, Sandy! Don't stop that!" I feel her tongue as it pushes deeply into me, and then it quickly pulls almost all the way out. She keeps a steady rhythm, in and out, and in and out. My orgasm starts in my hip bones, warmly radiating to my vagina walls. The muscles quiver around her tongue. I I feel a small gush of moisture ooze between my lips and onto Sandy's cheeks and chin. "Did she do it like that?" Sandy asks as my orgasm fades and she begins to slide two fingers in where her tongue just had just been. "That was a wet one!" "Yeah! And then I told Rachel to lick Dawn's butt hole!" Sandy's wet tongue moves up to my little rectum. "Yes, like that. Mmmm! I told her to stick it in!" Her tongue begins pushing against my tightly shut little hole! Sandy suddenly stops and looks down between my legs at my upside-down face, "Hey, you didn't really make your want- a-be queers lick butt, did you?" "No, ha! I just wanted you to do it to me!" With that, Sandy slaps my left butt cheek smartly. "Ouch! Hey!" I roll off my knees onto my side and wrap her in our arms. We start another good laugh. "Now, what did you make them do next? Rachel's pussy is ready for Dawn now, right Anne?" She asks between her laughter. Before I could answer, Sandy puts her mouth over mine. Our wet tongues dance together for a long minute. I can taste my pussy in her spit. "More than ready, for sure, Sandy dear." I begin again as our lips part. "But, let me tell you... When Rachel was down behind her, eat'n her real good, I got down real close for a look. Now THAT'S interesting! She was lick'n her like she was trying to keep up with a fast melting ice-cream cone! Mmmmm! I was so close I could feel and smell Dawn's hot little cunt! Rachel kind of peeked at me and smiled as she ate. It was way cool!" "Hurry and tell me what this Dawn did with my... uh... Rachel's wet snatch!" "OK, OK! Dawn came all over Rachel's face, and then I told..." "I know! I know!" Sandy shouts and lifts her leg up over my body. "You made her sit on her face! Like this!!" "Ok! Sure!! I told Rachel to..." Sandy's wet slit pushes against my mouth, halting my words. I push my tongue between her lips, and she moves it up to her clitoris. I look up at her kneeling over me. The fingers on both of her hands are pulling on her nipples and she has her eyes closed. My upper lip pushes the hood up and away from her clit, and I suck the erect little organ into my mouth. I feel around with a free hand and find enough room to slip my thumb into the deep part of her sex hole. Sandy adds a little weight onto my face, which pushes her swollen clit between my teeth. Covering all of the little organ with my tongue, I begin to rub it vigorously. Not surprisingly, Sandy cums quickly with a very loud shout. My thumb feels her contractions deep inside her hole, and a good amount of liquid comes down onto my chin. "Oh, God, Anne!" Sandy shouts, her body shuddering. "It's good for Sandy! God! Good for Sandy!" She pushes her clit away from my mouth when my stimulation begins to tickle her a little too much, and moves her sloppy crack to my lips. I begin to lick her, like a dog cleans up his dinner bowl. When I finish and her crotch moves up off my mouth, I look up at it. Her crack is open and I look up at her pink insides. Her pubies along the sides are very wet and are stuck to her legs. "Sandy! Your wet hair down here glistens in the sun like nose hair after a sneeze!" "Oh! Anne! Gross!" Sandy rolls off me in a fit of laughter. "Where did THAT come from?" "I always wanted to say that and I just got reminded!" Tears of laughter roll down my face, and we both laugh again until it hurts. "So..." Sandy says as she lies on her side, closely face to face with me. "what did you make them do next?" Our noses are about an inch apart. We both have our free arm on each other's side. I answer in a soft and sexy voice, "I had them kiss again, Sandy." I move up to her mouth, roll her on her back, and begin planting little kisses on and around her mouth. Our eyes are open and we lock them together for a moment. Kissing her squarely on her lips, the tips of our tongues touch briefly again. Then I begin moving my little kisses across her cheek and she turns her face to the side. We both moan softly as I get close to her ear. Her breathing is heavy as my warm wet mouth works on her neck just behind her ear lobe, but her breathing stops as my tongue enters her ear canal. "Mmmm, Anne, yeah..." Sandy speaks softly. "Did Rachel get kissed like this for, like, a really long time?" "No." I cuddle up against her body and put my head on her chest and shoulder. Sandy's breasts are right in front of my face, so I softly put my hand over one. "They were suckin' face real sweetly and then Rachel's husband shows up. I was sitting on the couch watching them, and I was finger-fucking myself like there was no tomorrow." "No shit? Yikes! I'll bet he was surprised! That must have looked strange, you playing with yourself on the couch right there and his wife is naked on the floor with some strange lady!" "Not at all. He knew all about it, remember?. I think he wanted to get there when they were going at it hot and heavy, but he blew it." "So he missed it all. Too bad!" "Not!" I reply with a laugh. "Since the kissin' got stopped when he walked in, I told them get in the 69 position! They kind of giggled as they moved around on the floor there in the living room. Bob, that's his name, sits next to me on the couch and they begin eat'n each other. Rachel was on top." "Do YOU want to do that now, Anne?" Sandy asks softly. "No, lets just cuddle for a while, Sandy. OK?" "Sure, babe. I'd like to cuddle for a while too." Sandy puts her right arm around me and finds my left breast with her hand. "So I'll bet this guy got to join in, down there on the floor with them." "We both did, later that night! Right then he didn't try. I sat back into the couch next to him and finished getting myself off while we watched my two girls eating each other. He had quickly dropped his drawers and started beating his meat." "And the girls? Did the cum together, you know, at the same time?" "Well, Rachel had finished real quick. Then she had to work a while to get Dawn off. I got myself off kind of quick too. Then this Bob guy stood up, holding his swollen dick real tight with his fist. The head was all swollen and a big vein down the side was popping out. I knew he wanted a place to shoot his load. He kind of swung it in front of my face, so I let him rub the tip of his thing on my lips. "Shit, you let the Bob guy cum in your mouth? Yuck!" "Not exactly. The tip of his thing was just barely rubbin' between my lips when the first squirt happened. A bunch of it went in, but I moved back an inch and he shot about five more times on my nose and lips. He had lots of it too! My face was a covered with the stuff." "No Kleenex around, right? What did you do with your messy face?" "Ha! I stood up and said to him, `Kiss me!' with all this stuff stuck to my lips and everything! Ha!" "Ha ha! Serves him right!" We both begin to chuckle again. "Did he kiss your cream covered lips?" "Shit no! Most guys don't do that kind of thing! So I wiped it all off on a real pretty couch pillow!" "Oh, you little bitch! Ha ha! I'll bet Rachel wanted to kiss some more with Dawn then, right? Hmmm?" Teacher "Well, no. Actually we ordered a pizza and played Monopoly!" "Did you bring a Monopoly game today, Anne?" We both sit up laughing. "No, Sandy. I didn't" "Good! Let's smooch some more and then I want to, ah, hear your story again from the beginning! It's early and I'm still horny!" Teacher Andy looked at the clock in his bedroom. He had five more minutes to go. He was nervous. It was nearly time for his lesson of Intimacy Training. The government began this policy in the mid-21st century to make Americans more comfortable with sex. Up to this point, the only female body part Andy ever touched was the hand, so this was obviously going to be a pretty big step for him. It was the same for all the other 18-year-olds in the U.S., but that didn't make it any easier. The doorbell rang. "Oh God," Andy thought, "Show time." His parents would open the door and direct her to his room, and then, well, he would soon find out. She came into his room and immediately began disrobing, as if Andy weren't there at all. She was about 35, with short, dark hair, and she had a very good figure, as Andy soon saw. In a flash, she stood before him in just her bra and panties. Finally, she looked at him and spoke. "Well? How did you like that entrance?" All Andy could manage was a muted "Hah." She held out her hand, "I'm Janelle." Andy shook it. "Still only touching the hand," Andy's mind was telling him stupidly. "Andy," he replied. "Alright Andy, to start out with, I'm going to get fully naked and I just want you to take a good look, okay?" Andy nodded. Janelle smiled as she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra, acting as if she were doing nothing out of the ordinary. Her bra was added to the pile of clothing that she had already removed and Janelle's breasts came into view. So Andy did what he was told to do and looked; they were beautiful. Before Andy had time to get used to them, his teacher was already taking off her panties and topping off her pile with them. Well, here was the nude female form standing directly in front of him. Without realizing it, Andy's hands began moving in the direction of Janelle's hips, but she stopped him. "Whoa, hold on there, cowboy. Get undressed first." Andy stripped down to his underwear. "Those too. Come on, let's see it." He tried pulling his shorts down but they got stuck on his huge hard-on. He got them off and his dick stood pointing at Janelle. She smiled down at it and said, "Well I'm pleased to meet you too!" This was crazy. Andy's mind was just about ready to explode, but for Janelle, it was just another day at the office! "Now Andy," Janelle continued, "I'd like to touch you first to see what I've got to work with here, then I'll let you loose on me. Sound good?" "Yes, very good." Janelle started to "examine" Andy, making comments as she went along. "Let's see, above-average length, nice girth, slight bend to the right..." After checking his shaft, she cupped his balls with a lovely, nail-polished hand. "Mmm, no trouble there. Very nice package, Andy." "Thanks." That's just about the best compliment a man could receive, Andy figured. "Believe me," she went on, "I'd really love to suck on you right now, but we've got to go in order. This all must be going pretty fast for you already." Andy looked down and noticed her hand still wrapped around his cock. "You're right about that," he agreed with her. She then took her hand away, right when Andy was really starting to enjoy it where it was. "Okay, now you touch me anywhere you want. I suggest you stand behind me and reach around." Andy went around behind Janelle and stood close enough so his boner could rest against her buns. He reached around and fondled her large tits, shaking and squeezing them. Andy wished he could do this for the next few hours, just hold Janelle's chest in his grip, but he decided he better move on. He slid his hands down to her hips and then between her legs. He noticed she was quite wet down there. He ran his hand along her soft beaver over and over; he just couldn't stop. Andy had already jerked off twice that day, but his cock still felt like it wanted to take off like a rocket. He remembered all the times he wanted to make time stand still so he could feel some of the girls at school without their knowledge. Now he was fully enjoying the opportunity. He ran his fingers between her soft ass cheeks and found both of Janelle's delicious holes. "Alright, I can't wait any longer, I just need to taste that cock of yours," Janelle said, taking Andy by surprise. "I'm up for that," Andy said, starting to feel pretty good about himself. "That's for sure," Janelle replied, feeling Andy's giant cock at her side. She turned and faced him. "I've wanted to get my lips around that huge penis of yours since I first saw it." Andy couldn't have been more excited. He hoped heaven would be something like this. Janelle got down on her knees. She wanted to get right to it, but she still loved teasing. She loved the smell of fresh, raw cock. She placed her hands at Andy's sides; she wouldn't be using them. She began with his balls, wanting to save his juicy dick for later. She licked each of his balls generously for several minutes, driving them both crazy since they knew Andy's cock was in need of attention. Finally, Janelle went for Andy's cock. She quickly deep-throated it down to the base, causing a loud "Oh God" to come out of Andy. Janelle loved to choke on dick. It was such a wonderful feeling to her to fill her mouth and throat with warm cock. After cramming Andy's shaft down her throat for several seconds straight, she was forced to come up for air briefly, but then went right back to fellating her young student, causing an "Mmm" to escape from both of them. It was quite difficult to tell who was enjoying the blowjob more. Janelle's lips, gums, and tongue were all hard at work stimulating Andy's cock. And as it left her mouth for about the 30th time, Andy came. He shot his cum onto her lips, tongue and chin. She swallowed it all, as if it were some tasty treat. Andy never thought that getting head could feel so good. "That was fabulous," Andy breathed, "Thank you." "Don't tell me," she replied, "Show me," she said, patting her own crotch. She sat down on Andy's bed, leaned back and spread her legs wide apart so that he could see absolutely everything. She opened up her pussy with her fingertips, beckoning Andy to her. He kneeled down in front of her and breathed in the aroma of her cunt. Andy couldn't decide what it smelled like, but he knew it was good. Andy decided there was no reason to be shy about it, so he dove right in, face first. He didn't know what he was doing of course, but he didn't let that stop him. He sucked, licked, and tongued whatever he could find. Moments later, Janelle grabbed Andy's head and tried to pull him in even further while her legs shook uncontrollably. Andy wondered why people didn't spend all their time doing this. On autopilot now, Andy got up, grabbed his cock, which was stiff again from his "lunch" and plunged it deep into Janelle's pussy. She had a brief moment to consider who really was the teacher here before throwing the thought away and realizing her pleasure. Andy fucked her deeply and furiously. "God I love these youngsters," Janelle thought. After a while, Andy pulled out of Janelle and tugged at his cock some more. Instinctively Janelle brought her face up to meet his dick. "My God, is this a porn movie?" the two of them thought simultaneously. Andy came once again, giving Janelle a second helping of her "treat." "I think you get an A," Janelle panted, after Andy finished emptying himself into her mouth. Once they had dressed and composed themselves again, Andy asked, "Will I see you again?" She smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Sorry kid, it doesn't work that way." She made her way to the door to leave. "Janelle," Andy called out, causing her to turn around, "Thanks." She smiled and shrugged, "Just doing my job." And with that, she was gone. Teacher Mr. Gupichi was, still is the sexiest teacher in Kennedy High School. He let’s all the female students call him Michael and some he let’s call him Mike. I was lucky enough to have him as a teacher three times. I loved his classes, his tight pants, his beautiful ass and the bulge in the front. Even thinking of him now gets me worked up and makes me wet. But don’t get me wrong he was a good teacher too. I never thought I was going to be able to understand macro economics. There were always rumors about him and his students. I wanted them to be true but I didn’t believe them until my senior year. He was careful with who he slept with. I think he knew every girl wanted him but he choose just a few over 18. From other girls I learned of his relationship with Gina. Gina sat in front of me in a lot of classes because her name started with Ca and mine was Ce. I heard stories of quickies in Mike’s car and long nights of intense fucking in local hotel rooms. Mike flirted with me some but not like he did with Gina. I often forgot to cross my legs when I wore short skirts to his class. A couple of times I did catch him looking down my shirt when he stood above my desk. But there’s not much to see I’m a plain 34b while Gina is curvy 36D. Even after high school graduation, I didn’t forget Mike in college. More than one night I finger fucked myself thinking about him. The first guy I slept with in college I imagined was Mike while we fucked. When I went home for Christmas break I wanted to see him more than anyone else. It was fate that I did. We live in a the same part of town and luckily enough we shopped at the same grocery store. My second day I ran into him at the store. Mike smiled when he saw me but not as much as I was smiling. I couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t even let him say hi. “I want to be with you.” At first he looked surprised. He didn’t even speak and I thought he didn’t want me. It took him thirty seconds to regain his composure enough to say “What?” “Let’s go to a hotel.” I had never been so forward in my life. I wanted his dick. “My house?” He left his half full shopping car in the middle of the cereal aisle. We walked calmly to his car. I wanted to push him up against the side of the car and kiss him but I didn’t want to get him in trouble. Not that I was a student anymore but I didn’t want to risk breaking a school rule and getting him fired. Inside the car was a different story. My lips were all over his. I let go of his lips just for the five minutes it took to drive to his house. I recognized it because my friends and I had driven past it so many times. As soon as the door slammed behind us I was all over him again. I felt him grow hard against me. I waited only until we were on his couch to unzip his jeans. It was everything I dreamed of. It was thick, thicker than any I had ever seen but it wasn’t too big either. It was just right. I put my lips on the top of it. He tasted so good. I let him push through my lips and into my mouth. I wondered how many other girls from my school had done the same. I took my time slowly going up and on him. I took my time and he enjoyed it. He exploded into my mouth. I loved every drop of it. We were both speechless again. He tried to catch his breath and when he did, he said, “Wow, I never expected you to do that. You were always the straight A student.” “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. I undid the top of my jeans and he slid his fingers beneath my cotton panties and through my bush. The instant his fingers touched me I thought I was going to orgasm. “I always had a crush on you Nicole.” “Why?” “Because you were so cute and innocent. When the boys tried hitting on you, you always ignored it.” I smiled. He still thought I was an innocent high school girl. “Let’s fuck.” I started to get on top of him but instead he lead me his bedroom. As soon as he was in me I was in heaven. We fucked all afternoon long. He showed me positions I never had even imagined before. Before him missionary and doggy were the extent of my sex life. The I had were the best I ever had. When we finally stopped it was dark outside. The sheets were half off the bed. I lay on his chest. Still holding his half erect dick in me. “So how many of your students have you fucked? I know about Gina. Don’t worry I wont tell anyone else.” “Just one?” “Who?” “You?” “What?” “Yeah, Gina and I did flirt a lot. I can say I had a crush on her but at the time she was my student. She came over here one night a couple weeks before your guys graduation. Beneath a big coat she was wearing only a black teddy. I wanted to let her in but it was just lust. I love teaching too much. "So why me?" "Because you were the only one I really wanted." We went at it a couple more times before I decided I should go home because my parents thought I was out running some short errands. I told them I had run into an old friend and hung out with her all day. Even after he dropped me off at my car it still felt like he was deep inside me. We fucked just about every night for the rest of the time I was home. I saw him again on some weekends but by the summer we had lost our magic. Teacher "I guess I don't understand," she said, watching the wine swirl around in her glass. She sat on the living room floor, leaning back against my favorite chair, her legs stretched out and crossed in front of her. She looked slightly flushed. Was that from the wine or the current topic of conversation? "Don't understand what?" I asked, smiling nervously, though I was hoping she didn't see it. "How a woman could find another woman attractive?" I had known this woman for almost twenty years and had just come out to her over dinner. With all of the rejection I had faced in the six years since I admitted that I was gay, I didn't think I could stand to lose someone else to fear and misunderstanding. Please don't hate me! The words echoed somewhere in the back of my head. She stared deeper into her wine as if the words that she was trying to find might be floating there. "No," she said quietly, hesitating. "I can understand how that could happen." Mrs. Piccolo – Eleanor (I'm still getting used to calling her that.) had been my second grade teacher. She was the main reason that I decided to go into teaching. In high school I had taking an education course and jumped at the chance to work with her. In college, while I was not able to choose the teacher, I was able to choose the school at which I student taught. She shared much of her wisdom from her twenty-five years of teaching experience over cafeteria food in the faculty lounge. When I was offered a position as the music teacher in the same school some years later, I gladly took it. I know it sounds cheesy, but Eleanor was my hero. She exuded this knowledge and self-confidence and kindness. She was always so enthusiastic about learning, an enthusiasm which was contagious. Suddenly multiplication and spelling was fun. And I still haven't quite figured out how she did it, but even with a class of twenty-five seven and eight year olds, she could still make everyone feel special. I don't remember her ever yelling (though I'm sure she did), but I do remember her greeting me at the door each morning with a hug. Eleanor sent me a Christmas card every year, something I found out that she didn't do for all of her students. My mother died when I was twenty. Not only did she come to the funeral, but she showed up at my front door every day for a month and a half with a home-made dinner. Later when I became depressed, she seemed to know exactly when to call to make sure that I was out of bed, dressed, et cetera. In January of this year, Eleanor's husband of thirty years passed away. Her children were all grown and out of the house. It was my turn to step up to the plate. I spent many nights sleeping in her son's room listening as she cried herself to sleep. Tonight was the first time she had expressed an interest in getting out of the house so I invited her over for dinner. She had asked why I never seemed to be dating anyone, hence our current conversation. "What don't you understand?" I asked. She laughed quietly. "A lot of things," she answered. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me." I laughed in relief and was immediately sorry I did. She seemed to flinch. I explained that my mother never accepted that I was a lesbian to the day she died, that most of the friends I had had for many years turned their backs. "I couldn't stand to lose you as well." The conversation relaxed a lot after this. We talked and laughed as we normally did as we finished off one bottle of wine and started on another. We discussed the differences in the way we were raised. "Homosexuality was never discussed when I was growing up," she said. "In your day all of the lesbians went to the convent," I answered. She found that very funny, thinking about Sister Mary Martha and Sister Mary Patricia, two of her teachers in high school. She stopped mid-thought and tilted her head to one side, a slight smile on her face. I remembered that look from school when she was trying to figure out the reasoning behind some bizarre behavior. "What do lesbians…do?" she asked. I was taken aback by the question. "What do you mean?" "In bed," she answered. Some of that old self-confidence seemed to be reappearing. Mine, however, was waning slightly. It was now my turn to blush and look to my wine glass for answers. I stumbled over my words. "Depends on what you… I mean… what someone likes." Tell me that didn't sound as stupid as it did in my head. I took a quick swig of my wine. "Hmm," she muttered. "What I like never really came up with Frank so I guess I never gave it much thought." I had met Frank. This piece of information didn't really surprise me. "So what do women like?" Mrs. Piccolo, I can't possibly answer that question with you looking at me. "Well," I said, sounding to myself like I was trying to be an expert in the subject of female sexuality. "Some women enjoy oral sex, some like… fingers and then others like toys." I guess I can say that, but please don't make me look at you. She laughed her gentle laugh. "Toys?" My eyes looked anywhere but at her. This was strange. "Toys," I said, not nearly as confident as I sounded. "Like vibrators or… or… other things." I dared to look up at her. Her head was still tilted to the side with that amused smile. I had to look away. The smile, the look in her brown eyes, the wine, I'm not sure, but something was having a strange effect on me. I always knew she was beautiful, but was she always this… hot? "Hmm," she said again. The huskiness of her voice made me shiver. A memory suddenly came to mind. Story time. Mrs. Piccolo sitting down on the rug. Her skirt slowly sliding up her thigh. Change the subject, Mrs. Piccolo, please! She didn't. "What's it like to kiss a woman?" she asked. Why are you asking all these questions? I wanted to scream. Can't you see me squirming? I answered as honestly as I could. "It's a lot like kissing a man," I said. "Only better." She laughed, that sweet melodious laugh. I half smiled. "Seriously. It's softer, sweeter, less scratchy." "Hmm," she said again. Mrs. Piccolo, please tell me what is behind those noises. You're driving me nuts! "I'd like to try that," she said quietly. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was being shy. I laughed. "I'm having a hard enough time finding myself a girlfriend," I said. "You want me to find one for you too?" "No," she said, as if she were really considering the question. "May I kiss you?" NO, Mrs. Piccolo! The fact that you made that question grammatically correct is enough to show that no you should not kiss me! Nor should I kiss you. Even though you are my best friend and apparently interested which a totally bizarre thought in itself and the fact that at the moment I'd love to… "OK." Did that come out of my mouth??? As I leaned closer, I was terrified that at any moment I would break into fits of hysterical laughter. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Her eyes twinkled. I could smell her perfume, lightly sprayed where? On her wrists? Her neck? Her breasts? Our lips met. Soft, warm, wet… I pulled away slowly, remaining inches away. There was a growl in my belly. I was hungry. I wanted more. I looked into her eyes. They crinkled at the edges in a way that made my heart melt. A slight smile played on her lips. "Hmm," she said as she leaned forward and kissed me again. Mrs. Piccolo, we really shouldn't be doing this. I mean, you're my best friend and I don't want to mess that up. No, please don't wrap your arms around my neck, Mrs. Piccolo. And why do you have to smell so good. Honestly, Mrs. Piccolo, I don't know how your students can concentrate. This is really not a good idea and you're making it very hard for me to…Oh my God, is that your tongue in my mouth. OK, maybe I'll just hold you, but we really shouldn't…oh your body is so warm, Mrs. Piccolo. No, don't come any closer! Stay right where you are! Don't – ah to hell with it… "Eleanor, I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my entire life," I whispered. "So I suggest you go before I make a total ass out of myself." She pulled away. "Do you know what it's like," she said, her voice deep with emotion and meaning, but never wavering. "To do exactly what is expected of you every day of your life?" I didn't, but I figured it was a rhetorical question. "To wake up every morning for thirty years to the same man that you don't particularly care for because of a single vow?" She slid her knees under her body. I was sure she was about to stand up, to leave, never to be seen again. "To pour out every bit of knowledge and never be taught in return?" Instead she swung one leg over my lap so that she straddled me. "To love someone, to want someone and feel that it would be wrong to do anything about it? To not even know what to do if I could do something about it?" She looked me straight in the eye. "I've watched you grow up into a beautiful, wonderful woman. I knew from the day I met you that you would totally change my life. I felt guilty for the longest time for the feelings I had for you. I felt that if Frank ever knew, I would be betraying him. I felt like some monster for wanting someone who was a child when I first met her. But something changed tonight and there is a very clear voice in my head that said ‘Fuck it!'" I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't think that Mrs. Piccolo even knew that word. It was never on a vocabulary test. But then, this wasn't Mrs. Piccolo. "It's my turn to learn and you're the best teacher I know," she said, that little smile returning to her face. "It's my turn to have what I want, to have what I love." She paused. "Now I suggest you leave before I make a complete ass out of myself." I think it was at that point that the reality of the situation finally kicked in. I laughed. "I live here," I said. My hands slid over her hips and up the middle of her back, pulling her closer. Her mouth attached itself to mine. I could taste the sweetness of the wine on her tongue. I held her tighter, her body pressed against mine. That little doubting voice in my head was nowhere to be heard. It had been replaced with that low rumble that got louder by the second, the growl of some caged wild animal pacing restlessly behind the bars. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat. I could feel her breath quickening. I slid my hands up the back of her shirt. Something about touching her skin, that wonderfully soft skin sent an electric current up each of my fingers. My heart began to race. I lifted her shirt over her head, my fingers never losing contact with her body. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined Mrs. Piccolo in a black bra, but the sight of Eleanor in this silk and lace was enough to make me lose my mind. Not to mention that she had a gorgeous body for a fifty-year-old mother of three. She giggled as my fingers trailed lightly over her sides. Her hands drifted through my hair, over my shoulders to the top of my shirt. Her fingers trembled slightly as she undid each button, one by one. I kissed her chest. My hands slid up her back to her bra strap, unhooked it in no time, and gently pulled it off of her. Not small, not large, her breasts were perfect and perky. Her nipples poked out as if stretching to me to be touched, fondled, kissed. She lost interest momentarily in my own chest. Fine with me. I felt that if she touched me at all I would explode. She watched me nervously. She breathed more heavily now as my fingers danced across her breasts, getting close to the nipples, but not touching. The back of one hand brushed over one erect nipple, barely touching. She gasped, one quick "Eh." That was the key. The cage was unlocked and the animal was released. With one quick movement, I threw her to the ground, kneeling between her legs and kissing her deeply. Her hands slid over my stomach to my own heaving breasts. I pulled myself up, threw my shirt across the room and tore off my bra. She bit her lip as her hands deeply managed my breasts and ran down my stomach. There was no hesitation, no trembling as she undid the button of my jeans. I looked at her, surprised. "I want to feel your body against mine," she said, her voice deep. I rolled over to the side, frustrated that I couldn't get my pants and underwear off as smoothly as I would have liked. She looked straight into my eyes as she slowly unzipped her own jeans and slid them as well as her black cotton underpants over her legs and kicked them aside. I sat there beside her, my eyes scanning her body, heat surging between my legs. One bare leg was bent at the knee and pointing to the ceiling, the other lay flat on the floor. Her hair was dark, perfectly curled, and looked so soft to touch. Her stomach was flat, but not so flat that you could see bones. One thin hand with those long fingers lay relaxed on her stomach just below her breasts. The other lay above her head. Her breasts lay perfectly to the sides. Her brown eyes twinkled playfully. Her tongue ran slowly across her lips. I sat awestruck at this beautiful naked woman lying before me. Suddenly there was an arm around my neck pulling me down to kiss her again. I snapped into action. My hand drifted from her collar bone over her breast, circling the nipple, over her stomach, down her thigh to the knee, back up her inner thigh, higher and higher and back down to her knee. Three times I did this. The third, she raised her hips as I reached the top of her thigh so my thumb briefly brushed against her crotch. She moaned quietly. I shifted. I put one knee between her legs, straddling the leg that was flat on the ground. I leaned forward so that my thigh pressed against her pussy and so that her thigh pressed against mine. I was surprised at how wet she was already. I slid my body over hers, kissed her breasts, her nipples. My tongue flickered about her nipple, then sucking, gently biting. She moaned again, a little louder. She looked down at me nervously as my tongue trailed over her stomach, lower, lower. "Trust me," I whispered. She lay her head back on the floor, spread her legs. I could feel her trembling as I moved my head between her legs. The smell of her was intoxicating. The trembling stopped the second my tongue touched her clit. She cried out. Her back arched. Her hips rose, pushing that sweet pussy into my face. I drank deeply, hungrily, lapping up everything. My appetite only grew as her groans became more frequent, louder, deeper. She came quickly, suddenly, wrapping her legs around my head. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. If I had to die, there was no better place that I could think of than between Eleanor's legs with my face buried in her pussy. As the spasms subsided I couldn't help but think that my job was not done. She had cum too quickly, not nearly as intensely as I had hoped. I crawled up beside her, my hand remaining where my tongue had just been. She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me passionately. She made a move to go down on me. I grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her back up to face me. She looked confused. "I want to see you," I said quietly. "I want to cum with you." I took her hand and guided it over my body, over my breasts which she leaned down to kiss. On her own, she slid her fingers over my stomach between my legs. I pulled her close so that our breasts pressed together. My breath shook on her neck as she expertly found my clit, drawing little light circles around it with one finger. My hand slid over her body and easily slipped between her legs. I mimicked her movements, gently teasing her clit until I heard her breath start to quicken along with mine. It took all my strength to keep my orgasm from coming. She moaned quietly into my mouth. That was the cue I was looking for. I slid one finger inside her and watched her face for a reaction. Her mouth opened, her head fell back in a silent moan. Her fingers trembled on my clit before moving slightly faster. I slid another finger in. She moaned and pushed her breasts closer to mine. Her fingers moved faster. I groaned into her shoulder, biting gently. My fingers moved in and out slowly, a little deeper each time they pushed in. Her eyes stared deeply into mine. My thumb began to caress her clit as the two fingers slid effortlessly in and out. I couldn't keep my moans to myself anymore as I fought to keep myself from cumming. This seemed to excite her even more as she got louder. "More," she growled as her fingers slid quickly over my soaked clit. A third finger, a fourth. She yelled out. "Fuck me!" My fingers slid faster, harder in and out of her, fucking her as she moved her hips to get them deeper. My thumb rubbed her clit vigorously. She wrapped one leg around my waist, pulling me into her. "Oh God," she screamed. With that, I couldn't hold it anymore. The orgasm built to levels I never thought possible. I felt the juices pouring out of me as I buried my head in her breasts to muffle my yelling. She let out one last scream as her back arched and she began to shake uncontrollably. "Oh God oh God Oh God," she whimpered as the orgasm began to subside. She took her hand from between my legs and dragged her nails across my back. I rubbed my crotch against her leg until every bit of the orgasm was gone. When she stopped shaking, I put my hand on her butt and pulled her to me. She continued to whimper as her legs wrapped tightly around me. I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, trying to catch my breath, holding her just as tightly. "I love you, Mrs. Piccolo," I whispered in her ear. She was fast asleep.