3 comments/ 38193 views/ 8 favorites My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 03 By: nofaceinthemirror Author Notes This chapter continues Millie's experiences in high school with an erotic moment between our protagonist and a friend. If you did not read the first two chapters, you may want to so you understand the storyline. But if not, this chapter stands on its own as a lesbian sex romp. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. nofaceinthemirror My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 03 "Oh girl," she mumbled, "You're dynam—ah—don't stop. I can't get enough of your lips on my titties." Her aroused comments only made me work harder as I lightly nibbled on her breasts, and she cringed enjoying the erotic pain. Placing my hands on her firm bum I squeezed, drawing her into me as if we were one. Lifting my leg decisively with one hand, her other hand sought my clitoris and toyed for a few seconds. She brought her hand to my mouth, teased my lips to part and said, "Taste." I opened my mouth, and she put her index finger on my tongue and lightly stroked back and forth. Moaning in need, the leg I was standing on started to buckle, but Trisha held me firmly. She removed her hand from my mouth and kissed me. Pulling back she commented, "I can taste pussy in your mouth." Her words drove me wild, and I felt a pending explosion in my body. Returning her hand to my vagina, she parted my soft lips with her fingers and inserted a finger deep within me. Trisha started rhythmically stroking while looking into my eyes, "Come for me baby, come real good, give me that sweet juice of yours." Her seductive tone and expert stroking immediately released a ripple through me. I shuddered in sweet misery as she teased me deliciously while staring into my eyes to measure my reaction. "That's my girl, give me a good one," she cooed. Our lips met in a deep kiss, and I let loose an unconfined orgasm that left me straining and breathless. Holding her tightly and releasing our kiss so I could breathe, a single moan of satisfaction parted my lips in a puff of air. Not satisfied, she forced me to the floor aggressively, spread my legs and settled herself between them. She slowly, gently pressed her clitoris to mine and began pacing back and forth. The experience caused me to immediately spasm. Then she took my leg and hugged tightly, increasing her dance of lust for the next few minutes. My mind lost itself in heat as an orgasm soon coiled through my entire body, unleashing a massive scream from my lips that crescendoed, then softly faded, leaving me half-conscious and breathless as she still pushed. Regaining my senses, I felt her still thrusting and observed her head looking to the sky as an orgasm found her and she screamed, "Jesus Fucking Christ!" She stopped moving and trembled, her face turning white as all the blood in her system apparently rushed to her pussy. After a few seconds, she slowly laid on top of me, completely passed out. As beautiful Trisha rested, I smiled, enjoying the fact that I could bring a woman to such a state of satisfaction. But then, like getting shot by a pistol between the eyes it hit me. Rose! Was I just another slut-lesbian willing to give of myself to any willing pussy that came my way? Tears flooded my eyes, and I found inner strength for perhaps the first time in my life, strength of resistance and character, fueled by my love for Rose. NO! HELL NO! What was I doing? I loved Rose. Is this all the commitment I was willing to make? I will not fuck up any longer. She roused and noticed me shaking my head and crying, "Whatsa matter, did I hurt you?" I paused, looked up at her a tried to talk, "No, it's just . . . " She looked back at me with a kind and sensitive expression, "You're in love, right?" I nodded. "A girl?" I nodded again. "Damn, I find the best fuck in this school, and she loves someone else." Wise beyond her years she said, "Look honey, I like you, more than like you, gawd, the sex. You're cute as all get out. Nothing I would like more than to make you the happiest girl at Resaca City High School, but if it's gonna cost you a girl, then I'll stop. Damn, there's not much more we can do though, you wore me out pretty good." I nodded as she wiped my tears away. After a few seconds I spoke, "But I don't know, I mean if she's . . . lesbian, like me." There, I thought. I admitted it aloud, and I felt a strange satisfaction. "Love doesn't know what a lesbian is. Love only knows love, so if you love her you gotta act or you'll forever be wondering and wanting." Trisha looked at me again with kindness, "You got it bad honey." Then she hugged me tightly, and our nude bodies meshed together in an embrace of friendship, albeit a damn sexy embrace. She pulled away, looked at me longingly then kissed me. Taking my hand, the lovely teen stood up, and I followed suit. "You better get out of here or neither one of us are gonna be able to stop going further. I can't believe I'm turning this down. I'm such a fool! You're a doll, and I want to fuck the hell out of you again; but, I've been in love. I knows girl, I knows. I don't wanna mess this up for you, and I think if we keep doing this it just might. So git, while I still have time for my coach." I hugged her tightly and nodded thanks then said, "Sorry," knowing that I had to stop or face the guilt of my actions. Already cheating on the girl who wasn't my girl, I thought I should save my first taste of a pussy other than my own for her, if she was . . . "Don't mention it." Trisha smiled, "But if things don't work out, or ya' need a partner, or maybe someone you could love, you know who to call. I'm always here for you, baby, and I don't say that to many girls. Aiy! Get your sweet pussy out, hurry, get, shit I'm an idiot, but you're so damn sexy!" As if fate were listening, Coach Thompson opened the door, wearing only a smile and asked, "Next?" Trisha looked over at the coach and chuckled, "Yvonne, I was wondering when you'd be along. How about a fuck?" I left the two to enjoy the shower, dried off and dressed, then went to look for Rose to apologize, but apologize for what I wasn't sure. My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 04 Author notes This chapter continues Millie's romp through life with a nice over the top wedding fantasy that I hope you enjoy. I added a few paragraphs to backtrack for anyone jumping into the story at this juncture, but you may want to read the prologue and initial chapters to get a sense of the story. I've also created a character list so you can keep up with the main players. Millie- An 18-year-old high school senior who is talented in writing and art. She falls in love with Rose at first sight, but is uncontrollably attracted to women after accepting she is a lesbian. Rose calls her Lancelot, knight in shining armor and Sherlock Holmes. Rose- A stunning Latina with captivating dark eyes and a low opinion of herself. She has a learning disability, but inner strength and brilliance that Millie loves. Millie calls her Watson, Cheesecakes and Guinevere. Ms. Jensen- An attractive fortyish woman with a pronounced limp. She is a caring teacher who desires for both girls to be successful. She serves as Millie's mentor. Trisha- A sexy senior who oozes sensuality. Vivian- A lithe punkish cheerleader who tries to seduce Millie. Becka- Millie's three year old little sister. Millie's father- A bastard who wants to have sex with his daughter. Millie's mother- A drunken woman who cares little for her daughters. Johnnie- A gang member who initially is Rose's boyfriend. Puppet- Johnnie's younger brother. He is a follower and troublemaker. Albert- A high school jock. Eunice- Ms. Jensen's now senile lover. nofaceinthemirror ******* Chapter 4 After school let out on the day I had sex with Trisha, I absentmindedly wandered through the halls to find Rose and apologize. Being one not to believe in love at first sight, I cynically questioned what was happening to me. These feelings for Rose were so rich and new that I welled with a few tears. How could I stupidly fall in love so quickly with a girl I barely knew? At some point, I'd have incredible pain over falling for her because things like this didn't happen to a girl like me. Surely, I would fuck this up like I fuck everything up. But I did love her, of this I was certain. This was insane, what was happening to me? My feelings of wanting and loving her were too overpowering. I passed a few richy-type girls who snickered when I walked by. Over the years, I became used to the Northside girls and their upturned noses at those of us who didn't wear the latest name brands or designer shoes. Jeez, I felt lucky to get a new pair of tennis shoes and was rather proud of my K-Mart specials. They were smart looking, with some cool frogs and butterflies. To hell with them if they didn't like my style. The bitches viewed our high school as their own little kingdom, falsely ruling with wicked smiles, expensive perfumes and cruel hearts. They reminded me of chilled milk when opened quickly to quench thirst. Initially tempting, then putrid as you swallow a huge gulp and discover it's sour . Passing the gym, I noticed Albert and some of the jocks putting on their cool for a racially mixed group of cheerleaders painting posters in the bleachers for one of the last games of the basketball season. Eight girls in all, with a couple of hot Latina's, an Asian who made my mouth water, even a girl from the Middle East with bushy eyebrows and a super sexy body all worked diligently on the project. Of course, there were the obligatory bitches, who seemingly ruled the squad. They stood around smacking on their gum and talking on cell phones. Three of the four richies sported various shades of dyed blonde, except one beauty with purple streaks in her red hair, several tattoos and a nose piercing. That one turned me on, and she checked out my ass as I walked by them to my little hiding place on the opposite side of the gym. Most of the Northside cheerleaders had surgically fine tuned titties, noses and teeth, along with the best fragrances and makeup. The one with the red hair wasn't surgically fine tuned, not that she needed it. Small breasts, thin athletic frame and tall, she was a very pretty girl in a punkish sort of way, and I loved the thought of her pierced tongue eating my pussy. I wondered what other parts of her anatomy might be pierced. Little did I know at that time that I would find out exactly what parts were pierced. I despised them all, loved them all, wanted to kick their asses and fuck them at the same time, especially the babe with the red hair. Albert saw me and gave me a funny look, then he walked over to me making sure he was out of earshot of his buddies and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Millie, I was a shit to that girl. Just wanted to say I was sorry about that. Sometimes I'm an asshole." I wanted to ask him, 'Sometimes?' Why was it when guys, and girls for that matter, were around their buddies they had to act like shits? Why couldn't they be just be as they were and leave good enough alone. Albert was an okay guy, he was just easily influenced. "Don't think anything of it Albert. I wasn't exactly very ladylike in the class either. I just felt sorry for her, everybody was giving her such a hard time." "Yah, but you won't mention what Ms. Jensen did will ya?" His real reason for talking to me suddenly became evident and I snapped back, "Will you get your friends to leave Rose alone?" "Blackmail?" I smiled, "No, just a little leverage to keep the assholes at bay." "Including me?" "You said it Albert." He grinned, "I can be an asshole Millie, but I can also be a friend. I'll see that she isn't messed with any more." We were both silent for a few seconds then he asked, " So how about the game, you going?" "I might, you asking?" He looked surprised by the question and said, "N-No, but maybe sometime we could get a coffee or something, that is if you wanted to." He looked down to the ground, his face as cute as a little puppy dog. Albert was kinda cute, but guys, they just didn't do it for me. "Me?" I responded. "You're slumming today. Northsider seen with Southside trash. What about your rep?" "Well, it's just . . ." Then two of his friends approached us, and he quickly changed his tune whispering, "Ah fuck it all. Just keep it between us, okay?" "Keep what between us," I played dumb as the boys came to his side. He looked at me, begging with his eyes for my silence. I complied and decided to help him out. "Oh that, okay, just return it to me in the morning." I reached in my backpack and took out my algebra assignment and gave it to him. "Thanks Millie," he said sincerely. Then the three walked away and I overheard him saying, "She's hot for me." I grinned and thought, Once an asshole . . . The gym had a quiet corner that I often hid in to kill some time until Becka arrived at home. I hated going home, dad would already be drunk and mom stoned. Becka didn't get home until after dark, so I was safe for awhile. Sitting down in a chair in a small niche hidden by the bleacher, I pulled out a copy of Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka and started reading. Surprisingly, the red haired girl came and found me in my spot and I became a little flustered. She was a gorgeous girl, and I felt a little intimidated by her height and exciting body. "Hey Millie," she said, further frustrating me because she knew my name, "how was P.E. today? Tricia told me that you two got in a good shower." She grinned knowingly, bringing a reddish flush to my face. "Uhm-yes, we pretty much lost the game though," I clumsily answered. She stood right in front of me, and I could sense she might be interested in more than just P.E. Her hand purposely lifted her skirt up just enough to give me a good view of her white cotton panties. Moving the crotch of the sheer garment to the side, she revealed her pussy which had a small oval piercing in her protruding lips. She was moist and glistening, and I was too shocked for words. Putting her foot right on the edge of the chair and placing her pussy within inches of my open mouth, she said, "Her loss could be your gain sweetie," Then her hand started rubbing her labium, and she sighed, "Her loss." I tried to back away, but was trapped in the chair in my little hidey hole and had no place to go. The sight and smell of her pussy was killing me, and I was becoming insatiably aroused. She slowly masturbated so close to my mouth that I could smell and taste her pussy. I fought uselessly to prevent an emotional response, but to no avail. I wanted her for sex as bad as I wanted Trisha only earlier that same day. It was only for sex, because I knew who I loved. No, I tried to rationalize, Rose, I love Rose. However, it was futile. I wanted to taste this tempting woman. Then she moved in close, removed her fingers and put them to my lips and whispered seductively in my ear, "I'd advise you to stay away from the coach, she gets a little possessive of her girls. My names Vivian, and Tricia and I go back to middle school. "Now open your mouth a little bit and have a taste of what you can get." Completely mesmerized, I opened my mouth, and then Vivian stroked my tongue with her finger. "Mmm, that's a good girl . . . Trisha's good, don't get me wrong. But you have no idea what I could do for you, the orgasms you would have would be thrilling. And if you like a little pain, I could help you out with that. Let me see your hand." Not giving me a chance to respond, Vivian took my hand, turned it over and wrote something with a pen. Then she checked to make sure no one was coming and whispered in my ear again, "I wanna fuck you. Tricia said you were the best fuck she ever had, and she's fucked me, so I know you're good. I like 'em submissive and cute, and you are cute and small, maybe just a bit submissive. Give me a call on my cell." Then she went back to her group, turning once and mouthing, "Call me." Vivian joined her friends seemingly without a care in the world, smacking her gum, never missing a beat, and leaving me breathlessly hot for her. She could have made me do anything at that moment, and I would have. The girl knew what she was doing. I immediately left the gym a little shaky, wondering what Vivian meant by 'submissive and cute.' Hoping that word of my indiscretion wasn't all over the school, I thought, What if Rose found out? Jeez, did I even care at that moment? I would certainly lose my shot at her, was she even a lesbian? Turning my hand over to look, I saw flowery script that read, our little secret, 490-555-0701, Kisses. I knew I should erase that number immediately, but for some reason I couldn't. Trish opened my Pandora's Box, and every girl I saw was making me horny. It was very difficult to keep my focus on Rose, my need for sex with women was suddenly so consuming. I had to purposely calm myself several times as more guilt ravaged my heart. Girls, the way they moved, laughed, looked, smelled; everything about them turned me on like a rabbit in heat. It wasn't just the girls, some of the female teachers were getting me hot and bothered also, especially my thoughts of one teacher, and I couldn't figure out why because she gave me no indication of anything but pure interest in my welfare. Ms. Jensen was old enough to be my mother. Inexplicably, I ended up in front of the door to her room. The fortyish teacher with a pronounced limp infused me with an insane desire for hope, something I don't ever remember having before. In my confusion regarding my recent sexual exploits with Trisha, Becka's future, and my newly found love of Rose, I needed someone to trust. I held a remote wish that somehow, someway, Ms. Jensen was to be this confidant, my Sophia, to teach me of the feminine mystique, providing the light from my darkened tunnel and purging my religious albatross. There were always quiet whispers about her, rumors that she was a lesbian, not ever being married or even dating. I wanted her to be a lesbian, because then she would understand. Still unable to come to terms with the fact of how I'd completely fallen in love with Rose after only one day. I wanted to talk to Ms. Jensen about love. Rose was my Dr. Watson, my Guinevere, and my Cheesecakes . . . delicious, a little bumbling and beautiful, with large breasts, thick body and beautiful soulful eyes that made me melt. In my adolescent fantasies, I wanted to dress in a tuxedo, get down on my knee and ask her to marry me. But to be honest, as horny as I was I just about wanted to fuck anything that walked at that moment . I was losing control and fast. Was my love for Rose strong enough to keep me away from these lascivious desires for any cute female I saw? As I peeked through the window of Ms. Jensen's door to check to see if she was alone, I was astounded to see Rose at the chalkboard working out an algebra problem. Ms. Jensen was close behind her, intimately close, with her hand casually on Rose's waist. The two focused with intensity, immune to their surroundings and deep in concentration. Rose seemed to get frustrated, but Ms. Jensen demonstrated a solution to a complex problem time and time again in several unconventional manners. I watched for perhaps five minutes, neither of the women noticing. Then something clicked in Rose, and like a child learning to walk, she had the brightest smile I'd ever seen on her. She jumped up and down and the two of them hugged, a very close and loving hug, but from my vantage point, it didn't appear to be sexual. It was obvious that the two cared for each other deeply, and I was feeling a strong love for Ms. Jensen too. Actually, I wasn't even jealous at the thought of Rose loving someone like Ms. Jensen. I marveled at that thought. Was it possible to love a girl so much that her happiness superseded the love between the two of you? At that moment, I thought yes, and honestly enjoyed the thought of Rose receiving sexual satisfaction from another woman if it made her happy . . . if the woman was one like a Ms. Jensen. Jeez, then I realized that I loved Ms. Jensen and Rose. My feelings for both of them were sexual. My heart opening to Rose and my recent sexual activity with Trisha seemingly exploded an awakening in my mind. I could love and enjoy sex with women, and it was marvelous. I left my vantage point and walked down the hallway stimulated and wet, desiring the satisfaction of masturbation with fantasies of Rose, and yes, Ms. Jensen. My feelings for the two of them were overwhelming, and I sought out a peaceful location, which is not easy at a noisy high school. I ventured to the drama room, which I knew held a large storage closet, full of props, furniture and old clothes. The room held an old couch used in last year's production of Our Town, in which I played Emily Webb. My parents didn't bother showing up to see me. I had made out on that couch with the lead actor after getting a little drunk on wine and sneaking in the school late one night after a production party. But this time, I wouldn't be thinking about a male, I had two females filling my mind with fantastic sexual imagery. If I could not have the two women in reality, nothing could stop me from having them in my mind. That was the place where I quickly discovered I could be totally free, and that freedom was needed at that particular juncture in my life. No one could control my fantasies and need for women, not even me. With the slightest touch of remorse over what I was about to do, I locked the door. Sitting on the couch, I touched the rough texture and inhaled the smell of mildew, mothballs and age. Clothes, props and furniture emitted an erotic smell to me, bringing back the memory of perhaps my greatest triumph when I received a standing ovation at the end of the play. I was a damn good actress. Perhaps Ms. Jensen was correct, maybe I was a prodigy, truly talented in many areas and unable to see the gifts that I might have due to the shitty life that I lived. Spying a wedding dress and a tuxedo on two mannequins, my fantasy took hold and I laid back, unzipped my blue jeans then pushed them to my knees. My fingers went under my pink cotton panties and freed my small swollen clit from its hiding place. The first touch sent a shiver down my spine, and the fantasy owned me. ******* "I now pronounce you wife and wife," said Ms. Jensen seductively. She was younger, dressed in a purple flowing gown that wafted gently in the brisk air conditioning. She no longer suffered with the malaise of age, or the deformity of her leg. Her firm supple breasts rested seductively on her chest, obviously naked underneath the sheer material of her clothing. I looked at Rose, and she looked at me and giggled. We were both dressed in our marriage regalia, her in a wonderful white silk and lace gown while holding a bouquet of roses. I was in tux and tails, white gloves and sporting a top hat. A rather large dildo that was harnessed to my waist showed clearly under my skin-tight trousers. "You may kiss the bride," whispered Ms. Jensen. Rose giggled again, and I joined her with a chuckle. Her face, hair and seductive eyes entranced me, drawing my lips magically to hers. We kissed, lightly at first, barely touching our lips together with tongues calmly tickling. The type of kiss only a woman can give another woman, soft, wet and sensuous, full of love, patience and kindness. Then the kiss quickly became deeper as we pressed into each other and tightly embraced. My love for her was complete, full, intense; I couldn't hold her tight enough, love her strong enough, or get enough of her love. We separated, and both looked at Ms Jensen, who grinned from ear to ear. "Don't mind me girls, just go ahead, enjoy your love." She went over to a nearby chair and settled in, apparently prepared to witness the consummation of our marriage. Rose and I were happy to have her share this moment with us, because the love we felt for Ms. Jensen was true and good, more than daughterly or motherly, the three of us were lesbian sisters searching and finding meaning. Rose clutched my hand tightly and looked into my eyes, "I love you baby." I sighed, tears of joy and happiness rolled down my cheeks. We embraced in a passionate frenzy, consumed with the want and need of each other's bodies, our persons and our hearts. If this was not greater than the love written by Browning, Shakespeare, Lennon or Keats, then there is no such thing as love. I went to my knees and grabbed her waist, crying and loving her with all my being. Rose removed my top hat, threw it to the side and started running her fingers sweetly through my hair. Removing my gloves, I then trailed my hand down to the hem of her wedding dress lovingly sensing the corporeal texture of the material. Slowly, I went up her leg, finding silky white hose, a garter belt and no panties. Her absence of panties excited me as I felt her moist pussy waiting for pleasure. My fingers sought her clitoris, which was full, needy, ready and slick with her anticipation. Rose obviously aroused, cooed gently as I tickled her flower between my forefinger and thumb. Cringing in stimulation, Rose dropped her bouquet and fell to the nearby couch. I followed her closely, my hand never leaving her stirred soaking opening. She spread her legs widely, inviting me to freely explore her wetness. Lifting her wedding dress to her waste, I marveled at her muscular legs encased in the sheer, white, thigh high hose. Taking both of my hands, I caressed the silky smoothness of the material, kissing her calves then up to her knees, lightly massaging her thick, firm thighs, while unconsciously thrusting my hips back and forth in my desire to show her my love. My eyes gazed upon her garden, covered in bold, jet-black curly hair that trailed upward ending at a peak near her navel. Looking at her pussy, I was mesmerized. Her huge clitoris clearly extended and throbbing, was surrounded by luscious pink lips dripping with her moist and honeyed dew. Black hairs soaked with juice glistened brightly, serving to increase my hunger to taste her to an uncontrollable level. I moved forward and blew my breath on her pussy, causing her to writhe and moan in delight, "Please," she begged. My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 04 With my hand I slowly stroked over her clit and labium, soaking her canal liberally as she twisted and cringed, desperate for my touch of satisfaction. Carefully, I spread her lips with one hand, while entering two fingers with the other. I started pulsing back and forth at a steady pace, causing her to push into my fingers pleading for more. My remaining hand found her bud, and I softly twisted the small organ, as she continued to push her hips back and forth against my fingers. "Don't come," I told her. "I can't stop," she said. "Not yet, just relax, and let me enjoy your pussy first." Rose tried to relax, but a series of mini-ripples shot through her body so I slowed my pacing. I continued to stroke for a few minutes, her excitement reaching almost intolerable levels as she tried to stymie a vicious orgasm. Removing my hands from her vagina, I offered her my fingers and she sucked voraciously, taking each into her mouth and licking hungrily between the digits. Removing my hand, I kissed her, tasting the nectar of love in her mouth. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my thick long dildo to let her feel its strength. "I'm gonna make love to you Rose, and when I do I want you to have an orgasm greater than you've ever had. I want all that love I feel for you, and you feel for me to come rushing out in a torrent. Come for me baby, come for me like you never have before." Placing some lubricant on the shaft, I rubbed the head of the dildo over her vulva, causing her first small orgasm, "Hold it baby. Hold it until I enter you completely." She nodded, too excited to talk. Spreading her pussy lips with my fingers, I eased the dildo into her canal about an inch and slowly started stroking back and forth. Soon, she pushed forward and swallowed the entire length of the shaft with her pussy. I started pounding her with energy and force, sliding the dildo in and out of her cove repeatedly as she stiffened, reddened and gasped. Her orgasm was almost immediate, and she leaned her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Millie!" Gripped by the power of her orgasm, I continued pounding and she came repeatedly in multiple tides of bliss until it became too much, and she pushed at my waist asking me to stop. I was covered in sweat, although the temperature was cool. My clothing felt as if it was a burden, and I had to feel her naked flesh next to mine. Discarding my jacket, I yanked my tie up over my head, getting it caught in my hair and just leaving it there. In my eagerness to get naked, I popped the buttons on my shirt and threw the garment to the side. My tank top, pants and haltered dildo followed, until I stood in front of Rose, gloriously naked and dripping wet. I purposely slowed to enjoy undressing my bride. Motioning for Rose to sit up and turn, I patiently and slowly unbuttoned each of the many buttons that trailed from the back of her neck to her waist while kissing her neck and bare skin after each button was undone. Then I carefully lifted her wedding dress from her body as if it were a baby, folded it with loving care and rested it over the side of the couch. Moving to my lover's back, I enjoyed the splendor of her breasts while cupping them with gentle appreciation. She was delightfully nude in my arms except for her hose and garter belt, glowing pink like a soft rose petal. Fixated, I kissed her back and fondled her breasts insatiably, then stood to view her beauty. She looked at me shyly like a virginal bride, embarrassed of her nudity. "You're breathtaking Rose, truly the most stunning woman on the face of the earth, in the entire existence of humankind. I'll never love another as I love you, never my Guinevere, never." She motioned for me to lay down on the couch, then grabbed the wet dildo and removed it from the harness. Bringing the phallus to my mouth, she teased my lips to open. I eagerly took a quarter of its length in my mouth. "Can you taste my love?" Stroking back and forth with the dildo in my mouth while she rubbed my pussy lips and clitoris, Rose looked like a divine angel as I closed in on an orgasm. She removed the dildo, then two of her fingers carefully entered my pussy and stroked. Within a few seconds, I exploded in an orgasmic surge that ripped through my body shocking my senses and driving me delirious. As I caught my breath for a few seconds, she moved on top of me, touching her breasts to mine and positioning her lower body at a slight angle so she could rub her hip against my excitedly waiting vulva. Pulsing up and back at a delicate yet frenzied pace, I again found freedom in orgasm's clutches. Repeatedly my body spasmed and contorted, forcing white stars to form before my eyes as blood rushed from my brain to feed my overly ripe pussy. I must have passed out, because waking a few seconds later I felt a warm sensation coming from my feet. Rose was sitting on her knees with one of my legs propped up in her arm sucking on my toes. She slipped each one individually in her mouth, simulating fucking them with her mouth, salaciously sliding her tongue in and around each digit. As she performed fellatio on my feet, one of her hands was lightly touching the sparse hair around my vulva. The sensation was stunning, and I soon was moaning in the throes of passion. Her mouth and tongue loved my toes repeatedly as her fingers increased their attention to my wet folds. She penetrated my pussy slightly and carefully, sliding a single finger in a couple of inches. The act of masturbation stirred feelings of love deep within me, and I found myself quickly aroused with orgasmic necessity. Her lips attended to the bottoms of my feet, licking and sucking, finding spots that I did not know I loved. Then her mouth located the sensitive area on the backside of my knee, an erogenous zone that seemingly was connected directly to my vagina because the sensations of her loving me so intimately caused the first of a multiple welling of orgasms that was greater than the ones I just had. Rose moved to my belly, kissing and clutching me tightly. My hands ran through her hair as I noticed wet noises coming from the direction of Ms. Jensen. Our teacher had lifted her dress to her waist, and was obviously enjoying our marital rite of passage by stimulating her pussy with her hand. Looking at her masturbating while Rose was pleasing me excited me. It was delightfully sexy to think that Ms. Jensen could pleasure herself by watching our loving. Rose moved up and kissed my neck as her hands caressed my breasts. She lightly ran her nails over my nipples causing me to tremble in pleasure. Making a path downward, she started teasing my nipples with her tongue and deeply massaging my small firm peaks. Taking her hands to my hips, my Watson gently raked her nails upward, ending under my arms, which forced me to whisper as loud as I could, "You're my savior Rose." She lifted and looked at me smiling, "Holmes, in case you haven't noticed Jesus ain't here, but that's a sweet thing to say." "Sorry Cheesecakes, now get that mouth of yours back to work," I said in lilting desperation, then started pushing her head ever lower to my hyper stimulated vagina. Rose stopped, looked at me again and said with fake sarcasm, "Hey baby, listen and listen good. I want you to hold your orgasm when I start licking you, just like I held it for you. Think you can do that?" "Are you crazy girl? I'm about ready to explode." "Well okay then, I guess I'll have to stop." "You sweet bitch, you better not or were getting this marriage annulled." "Oh, the last girl who told me that is no longer alive. You ready to risk that sweetems?" "Rose, your new blushing bride is gonna be dead if you don't get that mouth of yours busy on my little honey-hole. Please, my princess, you got me aching all over and I gotta have you." "Since ya asked so nicely." Rose indicated for me to reposition and rest my legs over her shoulders as she went to her knees on the side of the couch. Circling my belly with her wet lips, my navel was soon soaked by her repeatedly thrusting tongue that seemed to fly in and out of the small opening. She continued to playfully tease me by tugging on my sparse pussy hair with her fingers, then kissing just to the side of my labium, purposely not hitting the spot I was desperately wanting her to lick. "Rose, please." "Patience Millie, let me enjoy your pussy." "You bitch," I said smiling at her artful teasing. "You wait, paybacks are hell." "That's a kind of hell I'll take any day of the week," she said then buried her face between my thighs. She sucked, nibbled and licked every inch of my pussy, magically finding each and every nerve that existed in and between my lips. My body stiffened and a powerful bolt shot through my entire essence forcing me to lift my bum off the coach and support myself only with my back and legs on her shoulders. My orgasm consumed me, driving every cell in my body to erupt with fantastic merriment. I'd never experienced such total wonton abandon, and I repeatedly pronounced my love of my wife until the world went dark for a few seconds. Ms. Jensen made a noise causing me to rouse. Rose and I looked at each and nodded, then we looked at the teacher. We untangled from each other, walked up to our mentor then indicated for her to stand up and the three of us walked back toward the couch. We hugged, Rose and I on either side of her. Then she said, "You girls make me so happy, to see how you love each other, and how you love me. I feel as if I've died and gone to heaven to have two lovely girls such as you in my life." "It is we who are lucky," we said in unison. My lips sought Ms. Jensen's ripe nipple through the thin purple dress. Rose did the same on her other nipple. We both sucked greedily, soaking her dress and making the nipples moist with our excitement. "Mercy," said Ms. Jensen, "How you girls love me. Love me girls, love me as I love you." Rose moved behind Ms. Jensen and I stayed in front of her. My hands found the hem of her skirt and lifted it above her breasts. Rose slightly cupped each of her hands underneath the breasts and whispered to me, "Suckle Millie." My tongue licked Ms. Jensen's now naked nipples, and I moved greedily from one to the other unable to satisfy my desire to please her. I deftly squeezed the nipple that I wasn't busy sucking, eventually causing Ms. Jensen to move back and rest her body on Rose. Rose began kissing Ms. Jensen's neck and ear, generously sliding her tongue to every delicious nook she could reach. The teacher ground her bottom into Rose, then took hold of one of the teen's hands and moved it down to her pubis. I followed the hand downward to her tummy, licking her navel, kissing, loving every inch of that wonderful woman's body. I sucked noisily on her belly, slightly above Rose's hand, which was toying with Ms. Jensen's soaking pussy. Rose began sliding her fingers on Ms. Jensen's clit and labium, causing the older woman to look to the sky and close her eyes. "Love me," she unconsciously moaned. Above my occupied mouth, I felt Rose's free hand on my head forcing me downward to Ms. Jensen's beautiful apple. I went to my knees and watched as Rose slowly masturbated our teacher. Licking my lips in eager anticipation of sharing my love and happiness with her, I moved Rose's hand and heard a mild protest emanating from Ms. Jensen. I viewed the most exquisite bald pussy I'd ever seen. Her clitoris, pink, luscious and burning, emerged from fantastic radiant lips that drove me wild with desire to kiss and suck. Breathing deeply, I savored the aroma of her sex, then devoured her clit, sucking with abandon forcing odd noises from this magnificent woman. Going wild, I sucked each lip, slipping them in and out of my mouth numerous times. Then I lifted her leg slightly, moved down underneath as far as I could and buried my face in her pussy. Extending my tongue in her passage as deeply as I could reach, my body seemed to catch on fire and my pussy oozed creamy juice. She tasted like honey dripping in the morning light of a cool Autumn morning. I felt Rose's hand reach underneath Ms. Jensen's bum and she pushed at my chin. Moving my mouth from her pussy, I then went after her bulbous clit, which seemed alive with anticipation. Rose's fingers tickled my chin as she entered Ms. Jensen from behind. My divine Watson began pacing quickly, much to the delight of our teacher. I reached my hand between Ms Jensen's legs to search for Rose's pussy that was fortunately within my reach. Finding warmth that Rose greeted with a grateful moan, I easily slipped in a finger and started stroking her canal while gloriously glued to Ms. Jensen's clitoris. Unable to keep my remaining hand from stimulating my pussy, I kneaded my small clit between my forefinger and thumb. My senses were besieged with the sheer joy of simultaneously stimulating the three of us at the same time. I went crazy, furiously stroking myself and Rose with both hands while nibbling and sucking Ms. Jensen's clitoris. We became frenzied in our lovemaking, each of us sliding and moaning, touching each other in any way that we could to feel our mutual joy. In less than a minute, we became one huge orgasm, emitting such energy and force I thought the room would catch fire. Entwined, twisted and squirming, we pulsed again and again, until Ms. Jensen and Rose collapsed and rested on the couch. The teacher then lightly ran her hand through my hair, with Rose behind her on the couch, still softly kissing her tender neck. Ms. Jensen had me sit up, then reached her hand down and slowly stroked my own pussy. Waves of satisfaction shot through me too many times to count. I orgasmed again, and kissed Ms. Jensen's breasts as she whispered, "That's my Millie, enjoy the sex that we can offer each other; you are a prodigy, emerge child and be free." We all dozed for a few minutes, resting our bodies to ready for more loving. Awakening with a start, I felt as If I was being pounded by an object in my pussy. I thought Rose must have strapped on the dildo and started fucking me hard, but then reality hit. I realized where I was, and a voice with a heavy Hispanic accent asked. "Janitor, who in there?" ******* Shocked into the authenticity of my predicament, I stood and realized somehow I had completely stripped naked and my pussy was dripping wet. Reaching for an old garment from the rack, I wiped the mess from my vulva, stopping quickly to breathe my aroma. I quickly dressed, then headed for the back of the storage room to search for an exit. As I did I heard a set of keys clattering and the sound of a lock clicking. Shit, I thought. I don't want to get caught like this! How embarrassing. To my utter relief, I spied a back doorway to the room and tested it to see if it was unlocked. The knob twisted and the door opened. I cautiously peered around the corner and the coast was clear, so I took off swiftly down the hallway, smiling at what the janitor must think of the evocative aroma I must have left behind. Turning the corner, I bumped into Rose and Ms. Jensen who were exiting the school. I turned red, not because of bumping into them, but because of the very improper fantasy I just had, especially about Ms. Jensen. She was such a saint, and I was embarrassed that I had used her so in my fantasy. Fantastically, I felt no such guilt about my thoughts of Rose, rationalizing that I must truly love her. Thank God I wasn't caught, and only I knew of my fantasy and masturbation, at least I hoped I was the only one who knew, silly as I was to think that. "You okay Millie? You look flushed or something," said Rose. "Uhm—yeah I'm okay, just that time of the month ya know." "Oh," said Millie, "need some aspirin? I gotta few, but they're cheapies." "Hey thanks, that would be great." Rose looked back at the teacher, "Thank you Ms. Jensen." The two hugged. "Anytime dear, just give me warning so I can let Eunice's sitter know I'm going to run a few minutes late. I thought you made fantastic progress today. You're really making strides." Rose beamed; it was obvious she wasn't used to receiving compliments about her academic success. I was damn proud of her also, and I had nothing to do with it. "Well," Rose said quietly, "thank you, now I had better go take care of my knight in shining armor before she doesn't rescue me anymore." Ms. Jensen looked perplexed and asked, "What?" "Long story, we go way back, the two of us . . . way back to yesterday and a chocolate shake and pimples." Rose turned to me and looked at me smiling. "This girl is a good friend and keeps on coming to my rescue." Then Rose blushed just enough to get me confused. As we walked to the water fountain, she rummaged through her purse. I thought about how Rose had used the word friend and became a little dejected. I had fallen for her after only a day, but it didn't look like the feeling was mutual and it stung. A sweet looking Latina janitor no older than her mid-twenties strolled by with her cart and stared at me. I couldn't help but smile as she passed, thinking that it must be the key lady. Rose looked at me with a queer expression and asked, "What's so funny." "You don't want to know baby, trust me on that one." "Millie, you're so weird, but I gotta tell you I think I'm finally gettin' algebra. Ms. Jensen had to explain it a bunch of times. She's like a magician in teaching, knowing all these tricks and shortcuts then using phrases so I remember them." I looked at Rose and just had to give her a hug. She hugged back and asked, "What's that for?" "Gosh, I don't know Rose . . . you're so beautiful. Maybe school is a little bit harder for you, but there's beauty in the effort you put in and the way you never quit or give in. I'm proud of you , very proud. You let me know whatever I can do to help you with algebra, or anything for that matter. And Ms. Jensen, I've actually never met anyone like her. She's a pain in the ass, but for some reason I just love her more than ever." "Oh Millie, quit being so nice all the time. You're making me like you too much and I'm afraid you'll disappear as my friend." she demurely responded, then pulled away from me and looked down for a brief second. She looked back and focused on my face with those alluring eyes, "I have some time, you wanna hang out awhile?" Did I want to hang out? I nearly jumped out of my panties wanting to hang out with her so badly, but casually responded, "Yeah—and uhm, Rose, I ain't gotta trick that'll make me disappear from you." Then I thought of my exploits with Trisha and my impure fantasy of sex and had to say without even thinking, "I'm sorry." "For what Sherlock? You're a great friend," she answered looking at me expectantly. "I'm just sorry, Rose . . ." I tried to continue, but couldn't. I felt so stupid. How could I even think to tell her what I'd done, or that I had a crush on her when she didn't feel the same? She stared at me a few seconds, "Lookey hon, I don't know exactly what's bugging you, but you have nothing to be sorry to me about. When you're ready to talk to a friend about it, my door is always open. Okay?" "Okay, but I . . . " Lowering my eyes unable to continue again, I avoided her questioning face. Friend! It looked like I had my answer about Rose, and I was more than sad, even dejected for a few seconds. I picked myself up and considered it all. If I could not have Rose in the special way I wanted her, then I would be happy just to be friends. But it hurt, I loved her so. Rubbing the number on my hand, I knew I would call Vivian as soon as I had the chance. I needed—no I had to have lesbian sex, and if I couldn't get it from Rose, damn, I was going to get it somehow. After all, I was a fuck up.