Mornings on Horseback
Book Two - Chapter 4
"Did Chris tell you what we did today?" I was walking between my two boyfriends, towards the locker rooms after last class.
"Yeeeeah…" Mark chuckled and gave me a look. "I didn't know you were that kind of girl."
"Must be a Homecoming Queen thing," Chris said.
"Yeah," I giggled, "that's exactly what it is."
"I heard about the thing with Angie too." Mark gave my hip a bump with his. "What's up with that?"
"The vinegar thing?" Chris laughed.
"What?" I acted all innocent. "I spilled some vinegar on her. It wasn't a big deal."
"I heard you threw it on her," Chris offered and he was carrying my book bag.
"Who'd you hear that from?" I asked him.
"From Angie," Chris grinned at me and Mark laughed.
Chris knew her pretty good, which made me frown, cause it turned out their dads had been best friends in high school, which totally figured. They were both bullies, but Angie's dad was the worst because he was the county sheriff.
"Well, there you go," I shrugged. "I didn't do anything."
"Yeah, yeah…" Mark knew better. "What did she say to deserve that?"
"Nothing. She was just being herself, you know." I didn't really want to talk about Angie Stover and Mark knew I'd tell them about it when I was ready.
"Well, you're not being yourself," Mark laughed. "That's for sure."
"Maybe it's the new me." I stuck out my tongue and Chris was giving me my bag, since we were at the locker rooms.
"Oh yeah?" Mark kissed me then, before I really realized he was doing it, a good one too right in the middle of the hallway.
"Get a room…Hey, Stephanie…" Two guys, other football players had been a dozen feet behind us and they pushed past, heading into the locker room.
"Ohhh…" I sort of gasped when Mark let me go.
"My turn." Chris pulled me to his chest and kissed me just as deeply, but softer, more tenderly the way he does.
"Hi Chris…Having fun?" Stacy Martin and Linda Lyons, Stacy's best friend, were walking past us towards the girls' locker room, giggling.
"Ummm…" I licked my lips when Chris was done with me and I was blushing and feeling a little dizzy, actually. "We shouldn't um…"
"What, the new you doesn't make out in the halls?" Mark laughed.
"I think she does," Chris nodded and my two boyfriends were having a good time.
"Don't worry, nobody's around," Mark said softly. "See you after practice, okay?"
"Meet you outside, Steph." Chris smiled at me and I just nodded as they pushed open the door and went into the locker room.
"Yeah…" I breathed, mostly to myself, "…The new me definitely makes out in the halls."
That was almost funny, except I was feeling pretty good. It was just a kiss, a couple of kisses, but we never kissed at school. I'd kissed Chrissy once, like a month before just to show off when we'd first started dating, but since then…Maybe Angie was right, I mean in general. Why waste time? I wasn't going to be in high school forever and it was so much fun, but then I was walking towards the girls' locker room and thinking about how being the good girl at school really did make everything else easier.
I was a little confused, to say the least.
There wasn't much to the girls' locker room. I don't know what the boys' was like, but the girls' was just a big rectangle, basically, with lockers around three of the walls and long wooden benches in the middle. There were three other doors in there, all on the wall to the right, one for the bathroom, one for the showers, and one for a closet, and that was it.
Coach Hayden's office was just down the hall, across from Coach Potter's. He was the football coach and boys' gym teacher. Everyone called him Harry behind his back, but the best part about that was that his first name really was Harry. He didn't look anything like the kid in the movies though and everyone called him Coach to his face. He was big and strong and looked like he ought to be a professional wrestler.
"There she is." I heard Brittany's voice and I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked into the locker room.
"Well, congratulations, Stephanie," Kelly said, rather sarcastically.
"Little back stabber." Brittany was definitely pissed and I'd been lucky all day long, avoiding the both of them, but I couldn't do it anymore.
About half the cheerleaders were in there, maybe a dozen girls, mostly Kelly and Brittany's friends. The others would already be outside waiting for practice to start. We were all dressed already, since it was Homecoming week and we all wore our cheerleading outfits everyday. I'd just come down to put my bag in my locker, but I thought maybe I should have just gone straight to the field.
Linda squeezed past me, being altogether too nice and probably too frightened to stay down there. She was a junior and tall and blonde, with blue eyes and kind of a boyish body. Small boobs and narrow hips, but really long legs. She was about as tall as I was and Mark and I had thought about asking her out, but she was pretty serious with her boyfriend, a senior named Ricky Quail.
"Why do you get to be the Homecoming Queen?" Brittany stared at me. "You aren't even supposed to run for it."
"I didn't run for it," I shrugged and walked slowly towards my locker.
"Then how'd you get elected?" Kelly was staring at me too.
"You probably didn't even vote for me like you promised, huh?" Brittany spat the words.
"She said she gonna vote for me," Kelly said.
"What a fucking liar!" Sylvia, one of Kelly's friends, shook her head. She'd never liked me for some reason.
"You both made me promise, what was I supposed to do?" I frowned and I had to get close to them, since my locker was right behind Brittany.
"You didn't have to lie, bitch!" Brittany gave me a little push.
"Didn't have to vote for yourself either." Kelly stepped closer, so the two girls kind of cornered me against the lockers.
"You guys should kick her ass," Stacy said and I knew she was saying that because Chris was my boyfriend.
She probably wanted to beat me up herself. Stacy only said it cause Chris wasn't around, otherwise she'd have pretended to be nice to me. I was getting kind of pissed, as anyone would, and I could feel that adrenaline rush, the old fight or flight thing, you know. I didn't think that being the Homecoming Queen was worth fighting over, but obviously Kelly and Brittany were of a different opinion.
"We should, yeah…" Brittany shoved me again, harder this time.
"You'd look pretty stupid on that float with two black eyes," Kelly said.
"Stop it…" I pushed Brittany back with my hand against her shoulder.
"Stop it!" Brittany made a whiny sound like she was imitating me and then shoved me again, even harder this time with her hand right between my tits.
"What are you gonna do about it, Steph?" Kelly pushed me too, on the shoulder and I was going to smack the hell out of one of them in a second.
"Slap her face!" Stacy said.
Some of the other girls had left, like Linda, not wanting any part of it, but there were still like four other girls besides the three of us and they were all just like Stacy, urging their friends to make me pay.
"Kick her ass…Stick her head in the toilet…Fight! Fight!" You know the stuff high school kids say when people are mad. Girls are just as bad as boys too, probably worse, except they don't do it on the playground. They do it behind closed doors in front of other girls.
"Where's all your friends now, huh?" Brittany did slap me then and I tried to duck, but her palm caught me hard, high on my left cheek and it stung hot and made my eyes water.
"She's crying!" one of the girls scoffed, I think it was Julie Curtain.
I wasn't crying at all. I was just totally pissed and I swung my hand at Brittany, wanting to slap her back, and I pushed myself off the lockers cause she was moving away from me. I caught her chin though, but only with my fingers mostly and then Kelly was grabbing my left arm and pulling me off balance.
"Let go!" I was yelling.
I half turned so I could slap Kelly's face too, but Brittany was grabbing my right arm and it was like a tug of war with me in the middle. They were both older than me, and while I was taller than either of the two girls, they were both a little heavier maybe, and just as strong as me. I was pulling at them and trying to kick and they were yelling at me and dragging me towards the bathrooms.
Stacy grabbed my right leg when I tried to kick Kelly with it and she was pushing me along now too, while I hopped on my left leg and tried to get away. The other girls, three of them, were following and laughing at me, all of them telling me I was getting what I deserved for being such a bitch, which I didn't understand at all cause I wasn't. I wasn't trying to figure it out though, mostly I was just seriously pissed off and a little scared actually too. I'd never been in a fight in my whole life, I didn't think, and this hadn't been much of one.
"Let me go! Let me the fuck go! I didn't do anything!" I was screaming and I figured the whole county must have heard me.
Where were all my friends? Where was Ms. Hayden? Wasn't she going to talk to these girls? I was getting pissed at everybody. I didn't ask to be the Homecoming Queen, and so what if I was?
"You stupid bitches! Jealous cunts!" I was yelling words I never used, and they just taunted me, dragging me quickly into the bathroom and Brittany grabbed me close, pressing her body against mine.
"Owww! Stop!" I wailed and I was almost crying because she twisted my arm behind me and someone grabbed my left leg, pulling it back, so all of a sudden I was almost falling forward, face down.
"Now you're gonna get what you deserve!" Kelly was saying.
"Swirlie time!" Stacy was giggling and she'd kind of lost her balance, letting my leg go and Kelly was dragging me into one of the stalls, shouldering the green door open.
"No! Nooo fuck you!" I was really thrashing then, cause I knew what they were going to do and I almost got away, but there were three girls holding me and then Stacy grabbed my free leg again, so four girls had me.
"No! Fuck you, Steph!" Brittany laughed and she was shoving my arm into my back and it hurt a lot.
"I wish we could fuck you!" Kelly laughed and she was pulling my left arm out of my shoulder, it felt like.
"Should get our boyfriends in here!" Julie was saying.
"Yeah, stuck-up bitch!" Someone else laughed, either Tina Hopkins, or maybe Vicky Lawler, the other two girls who were watching.
"You oughta get raped, Stephanie!" Brittany's mouth was close to my ear and I jerked my head, catching her nose hard with my skull. It kind of hurt, but I didn't care, I got her good!
"Oh! Ow!" Brittany let my arm go and I think she was bleeding. I hoped I broke her nose.
I started falling then, since the other three girls were still holding me up, and they sort of dropped me, and that hurt a lot as I landed on the cold tiled floor hard. I was scrambling though, thinking I could get up and start fighting again, but Kelly grabbed my hair and some other girls, Stacy probably and someone else were getting my legs again. I was kind of hurting and a little dizzy and even though I was struggling, I couldn't really stop them.
Kelly was yanking my hair out by the roots it felt like and I screamed as she pulled my face towards the toilet just a few feet away. The other girls were shoving me forward and even though I had one hand free, I couldn't really do much with it.
"Get her! Push!" Brittany must have been holding her nose cause it sounded like she had a bad cold.
"Push her in!" Kelly was yelling and I couldn't stop her from shoving my face into the toilet, but I sure tried.
It was clean anyway, sort of. I mean, it had been flushed, put it that way. I was crying then, hurt and pissed off and totally feeling humiliated, but that just made me madder and mostly it was frustration. I couldn't stop them and I could smell that toilet, you know? Not like a super disgusting smell or anything, but it was a toilet and it smelled like one. Cold and porcelain and then I was screaming bubbles as my face went into the cold water.
I closed my mouth, but I know I got some in there, but I tried not to. I was shaking and kicking and my one hand, my free hand, was holding the toilet seat, trying to push myself back out, and Kelly was holding my other arm, twisting it back the way Brittany had twisted the other one, while she held a fistful of hair tight against my scalp. I was burning with rage and I swore I'd kill all those bitches for this, but I still couldn't stop it and I was face down in the toilet holding my breath.
And then someone punched me.
It had to be Brittany, that bitch! She punched me right between the legs, with her fist. As hard as she could, the girl punched me in the pussy and it felt like I'd been kicked by a horse or something. It hurt worse than anything in the world and I saw stars and my lungs just emptied with a big bubbling whoosh and I couldn't help but suck cold toilet water back in. It hurt so bad and my whole body went tense, probably, I don't really know for sure. I just really remember it hurt really badly and then I couldn't fight or breathe or do anything.
I was choking on the water, drowning in it as I'd taken a breath and I don't know how long they held me there, but I was seeing black and then I was lying on the floor, coughing and gagging and curling up kind of. My pussy throbbed with pain and my lungs burned, which seemed weird cause that water was cold, and I was sobbing and puking up water and tasting bile too. Sour and acrid and then my stomach just emptied and the girls were laughing.
"That's what you get for being such a bitch!" Kelly said.
Brittany kicked the back of my thighs. "Maybe you're not a virgin anymore, huh?"
They all laughed and I think Stacy spit on me, but they were leaving, that's all I cared about and I wasn't ever gonna move.--------------------------------------------------------
I did move though, after about five minutes, or maybe longer. I got up weakly and the pain between my thighs was mostly just a dull ache now, like a cramp. I was hurting a lot worse inside. I felt sick to my stomach, even though I'd already vomited. I'd never had anything like that happen to me, never even seen it happen to anyone else, and being disliked that much made me feel incredibly depressed. That and being so mad and frustrated and full of hate myself. I didn't want to hate anyone. I didn't like the way it felt, like a cancer or something eating away at me.
But I hated those girls.
I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. I just leaned on one of the sinks, spitting first and then turning on the water and washing my mouth out and then my face. I was using soap on my tongue and it tasted horrible, but all I could think about was that I'd had my head in a toilet. I was washing myself almost violently, crying again and wondering how Mark or Chris were ever going to like me after this. They'd never want to kiss me, I knew that. Everybody would know too, like the whole school. I was feeling pathetic and sorry for myself.
When I did look in the mirror my face was flushed and puffy, and my eyes looked like they belonged to an old woman, all baggy and red rimmed from crying. My hair was soaked and stringy, clinging to my face and neck. My top was wet too. I was ugly and stupid for thinking I could be the Homecoming Queen, for thinking it was so cool. All those stupid kids voting for me, why did they do that? I hated them for it.
I hated the whole world and how come Mark wasn't there? He was supposed to protect me. Or Chris even, it was his fault too. That stupid Stacy Martin had done this to me just cause she liked him. He should have told her to fuck off right away. But he was always so nice. And Mark was too busy playing football. It was both their faults. And Ms. Hayden too. She should have known better than anybody what Kelly and Brittany were like. Psychotic bitches! Where was Ms. Hayden at?
I just stood there, holding my face and crying and looking down and being mad at everybody. That was how Ms. Hayden finally found me.
"Ah…Shit," she said and then she was holding me, even though I didn't want her too. I might have tried to shrug the woman off, but I didn't have that much fight left in me.
She didn't ask me who'd done it, but Ms. Hayden didn't have to. She knew it was Kelly and Brittany, and she knew who their friends were. Ms. Hayden didn't say anything though, except to shush me a little as I cried in her arms. I felt like I was being a big baby, but I couldn't help it. I knew I should have been stronger than that, all they'd done was stick my head in a toilet for a minute, punch me in the pussy. But it felt a lot worse. I can't explain it, but I think probably the only thing that it could feel like was if I'd really been raped.
"Come on, we'll take a shower, okay?" Ms. Hayden was leading me slowly out of the bathroom. "Beth's taking care of practice."
Beth Talbot was a senior and the captain of the cheerleading team and she was seriously good at that stuff. Her great-grandfather had owned the land where Talbot Pond sat and so she was part of that family, which went way, way back to four hundred years ago when the first settlers came to western New York.
"I'm sorry," I was saying, but I didn't know exactly why. All the hate was going away finally under Ms. Hayden's gentle hands.
"Shhh…You don't have to be sorry for anything," the woman was saying.
I sat on a bench just outside the community shower, where the little drying off area was, and Ms. Hayden was undressing me. I didn't resist her, I just felt numb mostly, and I lifted my arms or whatever, letting her move me the way she wanted to. She pulled my top over my head and then squatted down a little between my open legs, it kind of hurt when I closed them. She took off my shoes and then my socks, stuffing them inside my Skechers and pushing them under the bench. I still wore my shorts and skirt, my thong underneath, and my bra.
A moment later the woman reached around me with both arms, leaning forward so she could reach the clasp of my bra behind my back. Ms. Hayden undid it easily and the stretchy material went loose, and my bra was slack around my breasts. I didn't move or anything. I felt slow and dumb, really, my mind just didn't want to work and it took me a few seconds to realize that Ms. Hayden wasn't standing back up.
She was rubbing my back with her fingertips, just lightly up and down and I shivered and licked my lips because it felt good and she was so close to me. Ms. Hayden was between my spread thighs and her arms were underneath my armpits, her elbows and biceps rubbing the soft skin just above my ribs. Her breasts were close enough to touch mine, beneath her t-shirt, drawn tightly to her form, and my bra was sliding around and falling down, just a fraction as Ms. Hayden moved her body slightly.
"You don't have to be ashamed of yourself," Ms. Hayden said softly and I was looking down, so she lowered her head slightly, catching my eyes with hers.
"They stuck my head in the toilet…" I swallowed hard and her eyes were bright brown, almost orange it seemed like, and it was a pretty color.
"I know, but that doesn't matter." She offered me a little smile. "You're still beautiful, Stephanie. So beautiful, it hurts me to see you like this."
Her hands were moving more, and not just her fingertips, but her palms now, soft and warm and I needed that touch like you wouldn't believe. It was a craving, a need to be assured that I wasn't dirty or diseased or anything like that. I felt so embarrassed by what had happened and I'd been blaming everyone, even myself, and having Ms. Hayden holding me and telling me it wasn't my fault, I really needed that.
"Let me make you feel better, okay?" Ms. Hayden was whispering. "Let me help you. We'll make it go away together, alright?"
"What are we doing?" I asked, but my words were more like thoughts and I wasn't even sure I'd said them out loud.
When Ms. Hayden kissed me I wasn't surprised. I'd seen it in her eyes that she wanted to. I felt it in her hands and I felt it inside me too. I did want to be kissed and I would have given anything to have Mark or Chris, or both of them with me, but it was Ms. Hayden who was there and she was going to make it better. I had to believe her. I was desperate for it, and so when she put her mouth on mine and kissed me I didn't try to stop her. I let her do it and at first I just sat there, but after a few seconds I felt her tongue and I opened my mouth for her and then I was kissing her back.
I couldn't imagine I tasted very good, not after what I'd been through, and especially after washing my mouth with soap, but Ms. Hayden didn't seem to mind at all. Her tongue was soft, like a butterfly trapped in my mouth and I felt my heart speeding up. She was exploring me so gently, it was like kissing Chris, except different, Ms. Hayden's kisses were even more tender than his.
My hands went to Ms. Hayden's shoulders, and then on up to her neck and into her short black hair. She was hugging me, her fingers and hands moving along my back and I held her mouth to mine as we kissed deeper. She made me moan into her mouth and I played my tongue over hers, chasing it finally into Ms. Hayden's mouth. I was kissing her now, tasting her warm and wet and sweet inside, like butterscotch maybe, or caramel. Something sweet and good and totally unlike my boyfriends.
I'd never kissed a girl before, but it didn't bother me. I hadn't ever done it simply because I'd never met a girl I wanted to kiss, not until right then. Ms. Hayden was thirty years old and pretty enough in her way, but I'd never looked at her as if I'd find her attractive. She had black hair, as short as some of the boys, cut above the shoulders and around the ears. Nice full breasts and not so much a narrow waist, she was just fit and trim and healthy. Round hips and a nice firm butt and smooth legs. Yeah, I thought while we kissed, she was pretty, she was attractive to me.
We were still kissing, just parting our mouths briefly to catch air every now and then, when I felt Ms. Hayden's fingers working to pull my shorts down. I moved for her, lifting myself blindly, a little awkwardly, and she pulled them and my thong down at the same time. I smiled and she gave me a little laugh as she moved back enough so I could put my legs together. The pain wasn't even noticeable then and I nodded when the woman pulled my short and panties all the way off.
"I've never been with a girl," I breathed and Ms. Hayden sighed, her hands stroking my thighs, pushing them open again.
"It's okay," she promised. "I'll make it good for you."
Ms. Hayden smiled up at me, like she wanted to make sure I was watching before she started kissing the inside of my right leg, moving her soft lips up my thigh slowly. I did watch her too, the way she made love to my body, getting closer and closer to my sex until I could feel her humid breath across my vulva. I looked swollen down there and maybe a little discolored, bruised from Brittany's fist, but I didn't feel anything but good. My heart was going a hundred miles an hour and my stomach was roiling like a whirlpool with excitement.
I'd never imagined having sex with another girl, at least not beyond maybe finding a girlfriend that Mark and I could share. But that had been abstract, nothing specific. I hadn't fantasized about making love to a woman and most especially not one of my teachers. It was insane and I didn't understand exactly how this was happening. It didn't seem like it should have been. I'd been beat up and humiliated and crying and now, somehow, Ms. Hayden was kissing my injured pussy. I was panting and licking my lips and I shrugged my bra off because my nipples felt like someone was holding a match to them.
"Poor baby…Poor sweet baby…" Ms. Hayden was murmuring and I gasped as I felt her mouth on my clitoris.
She kissed it lightly at first, then she was licking around it, like teasing me and I moved my hips without thinking, my body was feeling good now. I felt hot and hungry and sexy. She was making it better, making me forget everything that had happened. All the bad feelings were going away, replaced with a passion for the woman kneeling between my legs. I felt my clit buzzing, hard and standing stiff and pink from its little hood. Ms. Hayden was flicking her tongue across it finally, tickling it rapidly and it wasn't funny at all. I was squirming beneath her and she held me tight, Ms. Hayden's arms around my waist where my skirt was bunched up.
"Oh God…" I swallowed hard. "…Oh that's…Ummm…"
She was going to make me cum. My gym teacher and cheerleading coach, she was eating my pussy nice now and coaxing me to give her my first orgasm with another girl. She was lapping at my pussy eagerly, digging her tongue along my slit, splitting my labia and just at the top of every quick lick she'd flick my clitoris. It was crazy sex and I was bouncing as hot blood rushed through my veins. I had goosebumps on my skin and I was playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting them because that somehow made it bearable.
When Ms. Hayden put her mouth on my clit, sucking it inside and washing the little nub of super-sensitive flesh with her tongue, I lost it. I was cumming hard and I tried to close my thighs, pressing my legs against her hot cheeks. I had my hands on her head then, holding her to my pussy as it spasmed with delightful pleasure. She was the best, the most awesome pussy licker in the world. Better than Chris, better than anyone, and she shoved her long tongue into my hole even as the wetness gushed out of me. I felt like I was squirting almost, it was powerful, my cunt squeezing itself hard and it almost hurt. It did hurt, I was spraying cum, I swear, like a boy might do, right into Ms. Hayden's mouth as she tongue fucked me.
I was crying gain, but not because I was angry or sad, it was the same sort of crying I did sometimes with my boyfriends when they made me feel so good I couldn't show it any other way. It came out in my moans and in my orgasm and then suddenly it was coming out of my eyes. I couldn't breathe and my whole body seemed knotted up inside and my climax was like thunder, big and loud and overwhelming at first, and then echoing for a good long time with little shivers and shakes that wouldn't stop. My pussy was quivering and Ms. Hayden was lapping it up, swallowing my girlish goo like she was famished for it.
When I'd finally come down enough to relax my legs and let go of her head with my hands, Ms. Hayden lifted her red shiny face and smiled up at me, breathing hard. She knew she'd made it exceptionally good for me and I just stared into her pretty face, smiling and gulping air into my lungs and trying to understand how she'd made me cum so hard like that. It was way beyond anything I'd ever experienced with Mark or Chris. Not better and not worse, but different and it was like a whole new world was opened up or something.
I leaned over so I could kiss her and I think it surprised my coach a little, but it was a pleasant surprise and she welcomed my mouth with hers enthusiastically. I wanted to taste my orgasm in her mouth and she was wet inside with spit and cum, and she pushed it into my mouth and I pushed it into hers, sharing it the way Chris and I did with Mark. But this was all me, tangy and a little salty and reminding me once more of the ocean somehow. I sucked Ms. Hayden's tongue clean, swallowing my own orgasm out of her mouth while she massaged my left breast, squeezing my body hard and palming my aching nipple nice.
"Let's take that shower now," Ms. Hayden suggested softly and I just smiled.
I knew she wanted me to taste her as well and I was ready to try it. I wasn't going to be turning into a lesbian or anything, I knew that, but my life had definitely changed.--------------------------------------------------------
The showers were like any other, I suppose, a largish room tiled in light blue. There were eight shower heads arranged on the walls, three to left, three to the right, and two on the shorter far wall. I was nervous walking into the room, but a good kind of nervous. I wasn't afraid, I only hoped that I wouldn't disappoint Ms. Hayden somehow.
I think she sensed that and we were both naked, which was a little strange. I'd never seen any of my teachers nude and here was Ms. Hayden, who'd been my physical education the year before, and this year, as well as my cheerleading coach, without a stitch of clothing. Her body was firm and beautiful, I'd decided, and I especially liked the way her pussy looked. She kept herself smooth and clean shaven and it was so pretty like that.
"You don't have to be frightened, Stephanie." She was leading me by the hand. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know." I smiled for her. "I just…I don't know what I'm doing here."
"Do you like girls?" Ms. Hayden was taking us all the way to the far wall.
"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I never thought about it."
"I've thought about you." Ms. Hayden looked over her shoulder at me.
She turned on the water for one showerhead and then the other, letting go of my hand so she could turn them towards each other, so the spray met in the middle and the water was warm and soft and Ms. Hayden turned with her back to it, spreading her arms slightly and inviting me to join her.
"I have a boyfriend," I said and she was pulling me to her body. "Two of them."
"I know, sweetie," Ms. Hayden sighed. "I just want to make you feel special, that's all. I want you to feel good."
"Okay," I replied softly, feeling like a little girl in her arms.
Ms. Hayden was a little shorter than I was, but a lot stronger and I could feel her strength. Not just physical, but she had it inside her too. We were kissing under the water and I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling almost shy for some reason, but when I felt her hands on my ass, kneading my firm round cheeks, I did the same for her. I let my hands follow the curve of her spin and slide over the roundness of her ass and we were both moaning then. Our breasts were pressed together, like our mouths and tummies and one of her legs was between mine and I found myself moving, sliding my pussy over her thigh slowly.
I was sore down there. Once the pleasure of having my sex licked and kissed had worn off a little, the pain had returned, but not as much. It was just a low, dull ache now and barely worth remembering. Even that was quickly disappearing once again as the combination of Ms. Hayden and that wonderfully warm water seemed to wash everything bad away.
"What if someone comes in?" I suddenly asked, pulling away slightly and I was suddenly very scared.
"The only key for the door is in my shorts." Ms. Hayden smiled and then kissed me as I relaxed. "Nobody will ever know, I promise. Our secret."
But that wasn't true, I thought. I'd have to tell Mark for sure, and probably Chris, although I wasn't sure if we'd ever really explained to him that it was okay to have sex with other people. I mean, we had mentioned it and I'd told him about Todd and Jim, but…Mark and I pretty much thought it was obvious, since none of us were slaves, or even married or anything. But still, Chris had only been our boyfriend for a month, so I wasn't sure how he'd feel about this.
That was in the future though and right then Chris wasn't there, as much as I wished he was. Being with Ms. Hayden was nice, but I knew I didn't love her. What we were doing felt good, even necessary because I really did need it, but at the same time having sex without love was like, I dunno, putting a jigsaw puzzle together and missing that one big piece in the middle to make it complete. You could still see the picture, even admire and appreciate it, but it wasn't completely satisfying.
"Kiss me…There…My tits, Steph…" Ms. Hayden was guiding me down gently so I could kiss and suck her nipples.
I held her breasts in my hands and they were full and heavy, with dark reddish nipples that were hard under my thumbs and lips. I sucked the left one first, nursing on it like a baby might, sucking hard and licking the ruby tip with my tongue inside my mouth. She was cradling my head against her, stroking my shoulders and combing my wet hair out of my face so she could see me.
First one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth. I could taste her skin only faintly, mostly it was just the water that poured over us, but that felt so good I didn't mind. At Ms. Hayden's urging I began to bite her tits too, chewing her puffy nipples so hard I thought I might draw some blood, but I didn't and the woman seemed to love that more than anything. I ate her boobs for a long while, until both of her nipples were swollen fat and dark with pale indentations from my teeth.
"Go down, Steph…Love me now, baby…Please…" she moaned.
Ms. Hayden could barely breath and she was pushing me down her body, watching me kiss her flat hard stomach and then the soft swell of her mound. Her pussy was right there for me as she spread her legs slightly, rocking a little from side to side and pushing out with her hips. Her bare shaven vulva was ripe and soft and so smooth I couldn't believe it. Like she'd never had hair down there in her life. It might have looked like a little girl's, except it was obviously a woman's.
Ms. Hayden's clit was large, bigger than mine anyway, and pressing out of its sheath like a little penis, all pink and red around the tip. Below that her sexy mouth was long, a slit as long as my finger maybe, with full dark labia, brown swollen pussy lips that seemed to fall out of her. Her pussy looked like an oddly shaped flower, the way the folds of wrinkled skin were layered and wrapped around each other. I thought it was incredibly beautiful and so much different than mine.
I kissed Ms. Hayden cunt hesitantly, but I wasn't reluctant or anything, I was just a little shy maybe, a bit nervous. I wanted to do it like she'd done it for me earlier. I wanted Ms. Hayden to feel good and even cum for me. It didn't turn me off at all, putting my innocent mouth on another girl's pussy for the first time, if anything it turned me on even more. Probably cause of where we were, in school, in the locker room, that seemed very cool to me. Also because she was a teacher, not just some woman, or a friend, but someone who wasn't even supposed to touch me, or look at me funny, and now here we were.
I was rubbing my own pussy while I licked the soft wet skin around Ms. Hayden's sex. I tried to be patient, remembering how she'd gone down on me, and I wanted it to be the same way for her. I teased her at first, playing the tip of my tongue along the edge of her slit and around her clitoris. I kissed the hollows of her thighs and dragged my teeth across her flesh. I did everything I could think of to make it last before I touched her sex for real.
Only when neither of us could stand it any longer did I finally give in and move my kisses to her clit. Ms. Hayden gave a shiver and a gasp and her fingers were in my hair as she whispered soft encouragement, telling me what she liked as I licked and kissed and sucked her clitoris lovingly. I could smell her there too, and taste her I thought, even beneath the running water. Her sex was pungent and strong, musky with arousal and I brought my left hand to her cunt, rubbing my fingers across her labia and then working my middle finger around gently, finding her hole which was surprisingly small.
Ms. Hayden seemed to like that a lot, being fingered slowly while I sucked her clit and after a few minutes she asked me to put in another one, to open her a little more. I didn't even answer, I was too busy working her hard little clit between my pursed lips, I just did as Ms. Hayden wanted. I put my index and middle fingers together and pushed them inside her, turning and twisting them a little, feeling her pussy hot and moist inside, yielding to my touch.
I felt the contours and bumps and ridges and I ran my fingers across them, fucking her harder after a minute or two, after she was used to it. I moved my tongue down as well, so I could lick at her pussy lips and suck them into my mouth, and even lick at my fingers as they moved in and out of her. I could definitely taste her then, tangy and a little sour maybe, almost like me but different too. I finally pulled my fingers out and stopped rubbing my own cunt just so I could spread Ms. Hayden's fat lips and push my tongue inside her pussy.
She liked to talk too, but so softly that I could barely hear her as the water fell around us. Ms. Hayden was telling me how pretty I was and how much she liked me, things like that, and then she'd tell me if I was doing something she especially liked, so that I'd do it even more. If I was doing something she didn't like, she'd let me know that as well. Ms. Hayden was teaching me how to lick her pussy and I didn't mind at all.
I wanted to make her feel good and I was hoping she'd cum for me, I wanted to drink her and taste another girl's orgasm. I wondered if it would be like mine, or different, and how would she act. It sounds silly, but I'd never seen another girl cum, so I always sort of wondered if I was weird, or just normal, or whatever. Maybe other girls wonder about that too, but probably not. Mark's right, I am a little strange sometimes.
"Good…That's…Down here, Steph…I want to cum on your pussy…" Ms. Hayden was breathing hard and her knees were getting weak, her body trembling because she was close to cumming.
I wasn't sure what she wanted at first, but the woman soon had both of us on the tiles, warmed by the hot water and I licked my lips, tasting her sex on my mouth as Ms. Hayden put my on my back. She was pressing her body between my open legs like she was a boy about to fuck me. I didn't argue when she got my legs over her shoulders, but I didn't know what she was doing until I felt her leaning into me, rocking my legs forward towards my shoulders. My ass came off the floor and I felt her pussy on mine. She was fucking me like a boy, grinding her big stiff clit against my smaller one, working our cunts together as hard as she could.
"Oh God…" I groaned and she gave me a happy smile, lowering her mouth to mine and kissing me deeply while we fucked.
I had no idea two girls could do it like that, but I swear her hard swollen clit was sliding into my pussy, not very much, but enough so we could feel it, or I imagined I could. My own clit was grinding against Ms. Hayden's soft mound and the hardness of her pelvis beneath. It was making me crazy, like nothing I'd ever felt before. The only thing that even came close was riding my horse sometimes, if the rhythm was really good, but this was better than that even. Ms. Hayden was going to make me cum with her pussy fucking mine.
My fingers were on her back, slippery and wet, my knees close to my ears, I swear to God, she bent me so far it was crazy, and I dug my fingernails into her, I couldn't help it. I was sucking her tongue hard, mouthing it like I would a small pink cock and almost crying again because my pussy felt so good I thought something had broken inside there. I was going to cum lights out any second and Ms. Hayden was right there with me, pinning me down so strongly I might have imagined it was Mark on top of me, although this was way, way different than fucking my boyfriends. And her cunt would not stop, she was grinding me hard, like trying to really get inside me somehow, and her big rubbery lips were mashed against my thin petals, our holes right against each other so that when I did cum some of it had to spray inside her.
I was shaking like a leaf, shivering despite the fire I felt inside me. My eyes were shut tight and I was whimpering and clutching Ms. Hayden as if my life depended on it. She was cumming too and I didn't know if I could feel her orgasm flowing from her pussy into mine, but I thought I did. I wanted to feel her cum mixing with mine and we were grinding, so, yeah it was fantastic. I must have cum a couple times, one right after another and Ms. Hayden was kissing me and she'd kept her promise.
I felt very special.--------------------------------------------------------
"This is our secret," Ms. Hayden said gently and she didn't need to say anything more, I understood.
"Yeah," I smiled, putting on my bra and feeling shy, although I didn't understand why exactly. We'd spent over an hour having sex, the practice was almost finished.
"Are you okay?" My coach was pulling up her shorts. "I mean after what Kelly and Brittany did?"
Ms. Hayden didn't know the specifics yet, but she could guess easily enough. She knew who was involved and why too. I wasn't sure what she was going to do about it though, or even what I wanted her to do about it. It felt like it had happened a hundred years ago, or maybe to someone else, seriously. Right at that moment I could barely remember any of it and I couldn't even feel mad at those girls, although I was reasonably sure that would change later. They'd hurt me and I wouldn't be able to let that go. Nobody could.
"I'm okay. Yeah," I nodded.
"I have to ask you, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden looked at me seriously. "What do you want to do about it?"
"I…uh…" I shrugged helplessly because I really didn't know.
"After Homecoming is over, they're done," Ms. Hayden told me. "They're off the squad, all of them. I'd do it today, but…" she gave me an apologetic look, "…it would be kind of hard on the school."
"I understand," I nodded, and I really did.
It was the biggest event of the school year really, except for the proms maybe, and graduation for the seniors. Homecoming though, that was the only event that really involved the whole school, and losing six cheerleaders three days before it happened would be bad for everyone, not just those girls in particular.
"Are you sure, Stephanie?" She looked into my eyes.
Ms. Hayden was worried I'd go to the principal, or more likely to my parents, and they'd go to him. Or the school board, or the county commissioner, or even the sheriff, who could tell? Parents tended to start at the top and work their way down when bad things happened to their only daughters. I slowly realized Ms. Hayden's job was on the line. She was the one who'd be held responsible, even though I didn't really think it was her fault.
"I'm, uh…" I licked my lips, "…I'm not going to tell anyone what happened," I said and Ms. Hayden nodded, looking a little relieved maybe. "I mean, you're going to…"
"I'm going to handle it, believe me," she said with a tone that didn't leave a lot of room for doubt.
"Okay." I picked up my top, which was still damp and dirty and I didn't put it on. I had another one in my locker.
"You're a beautiful young woman, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden wanted to kiss me again, but she didn't. She just stroked my face for a moment, making me smile. "I'm sorry about what happened. I should have been here."
Ms. Hayden didn't say anything else and neither did I. She left to go back out to the field and check the other girls; they would be finishing up pretty soon, and I went to my locker, getting out my clean uniform and putting my sweater on as well, because I felt a little cold. It had been the weirdest day of my life, the strangest ever, up and down and up and down, and now I was up again. I felt so tired suddenly and I just wanted to go home and curl up in my bed. I was all full up inside and I needed to think about it all, but I still had to go to Chris' house for dinner and I wasn't really looking forward to seeing Georgie and Wendy Wheelock.--------------------------------------------------------
I was waiting by the stairs that lead up to the field when the other cheerleaders started coming down. We always finished up before the football team, because they were boys, you know, they had to make a point of practicing harder and longer than the girls did. I just stood there, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed and my bag by my feet. The girls were all pretty quiet and a couple of them looked at me, but mostly they were looking down and I wondered what Ms. Hayden had told them.
Kelly and Brittany and their friends were last and I at least had the satisfaction of seeing Brittany's nose was pretty swollen and she might even get a couple black eyes out of the deal, but it wasn't broken. Too bad for her. I'd given her a pretty good head butt and they didn't say anything, or even look at me, but I was staring at them sort of hoping they would. I felt that anger flash through me red hot as soon as I saw them and it would be a long time before it went away.
"Where's Chris?" I asked Jeremy, who was the very last one down the stairs.
"Steph, I heard what happened. That's pretty messed up…" he was saying but I shook it off.
"Where's Chris at?"
"He's still outside. Ms. Hayden wanted to talk to him." Jeremy looked behind him for a second, but mostly to avoid my eyes, I thought.
"Okay." I picked up my bag. "Thanks."
I saw them talking, Chris sitting on the bleachers and Ms. Hayden standing in front of him. As soon as they saw me walking over the talk was over and Ms. Hayden gave me a little smile and patted my shoulder as she walked past me.
"Hey, are you okay?" Chris was standing and he met me and took me in a hug right away and I needed that badly.
"I'm just tired," I said softly, pressing my cheek to his chest.
"As soon as I heard what happened I was coming down, but Ms. Hayden told me she'd check on you." Chris was squeezing me, stroking my damp hair. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Kinda, yeah…I'm fine," I said. "I just need a hug."
I didn't want to move and Chris wasn't going to let me go until I was ready, so we held each like that for three or four minutes probably, long enough that Mark finally came over after running some laps. For whatever reason they always had to run around the football field a bunch of times after every practice, but I think Mark cut his laps short.
"What's going on?" he asked, maybe sensing something was wrong. He was a little red and catching his breath, looking huge in his football pads and carrying his helmet.
"She needs a hug," Chris said without a trace of humor in his voice.
"Okay," Mark said and he was confused, even a little worried. "What happened?"
He stroked my hair while Chris held me; standing close to both of us as the rest of Mark's team walked by, talking and laughing breathlessly on their way to the locker room. Most of those guys had long since given up trying to understand why Mark was sharing his girlfriend with another boy, especially one who didn't even play football. A few of them had become friends with Chris, because he was a cool guy and likable, but a few others really didn't like him too. They all liked Mark though and me too, so far as I knew, except they kind of thought I was cheating on Mark, but not really because he was okay with it…So, yeah, we were confusing the heck out of everyone.
"Something wrong, dude?" A couple guys stopped, Kyle and Ricky, and they were good guys, both seniors and pretty good friends with Mark.
"Nah, we're cool," Mark told them, but I could see their faces and I knew they were concerned and it reminded me that I did have a lot of friends.
"You okay, Steph?" Ricky asked me and he'd been high on our list of possible guys to ask out, except he was totally in love with his girlfriend, Linda.
"Yeah," I smiled and stood up a little, brushing a bit of hair out of my eyes. "Thanks."
"Hey, you guys are coming to my party Friday right?" Kyle asked, smiling back at me and I nodded. "All three of you, okay?"
"We will," I promised and that was really cool because like I said, some of those football players didn't get it at all and never would have invited Chris along with us.
"And hey, congratulations on the Homecoming Queen thing," Kyle nodded his head approvingly. "I voted for you."
"Me too!" Ricky grinned and they were walking away slowly. "We're never wrong, dude."
"Never!" They high fived each other and I giggled, not exactly sure what they were talking about, but Kyle and Ricky were best friends so they had their own language anyway.
"Thanks!" I called after them and then looked at Mark.
"I'll go get changed, okay?" He was still touching my shoulder. "I just need like fifteen minutes to take a shower."
"Yeah, okay." I nodded.
"Hey, grab my book bag for me would ya?" Chris asked and Mark nodded.
"If I can remember your combination," Mark said with a grin.
"Yeah right!" Chris laughed.
"What's your combination?" I wondered as we walked towards the bleachers to wait for Mark.
"The same as his," Chris said. "I have one of those padlocks you can set to whatever you want."
"Oh, that's cool," I shrugged. "You guys go into each other's lockers a lot or something?"
"Huh?" Chris was smiling. "Sometimes. I dunno, it seemed like a good idea. Isn't that what boyfriends do?"
"I guess," I giggled. "I don't think I'd give my combination to you guys though."
"Why?" Chris sat close to me and I didn't mind that he put his arm around my shoulders.
"Cause, it's my locker." I leaned against him. "I got secret stuff in there, you know."
"Secret stuff?" Chris laughed. "Ohhh…Like what?"
"Like secret stuff!" I made a face at him and it was fun being a tease. "I'm not gonna tell you."
"Aw, what? You have some love letters probably. Some guy's writing you poems, I bet."
"What?" I laughed. "No, nothing like that."
"Sure," Chris sighed theatrically. "Probably its better I don't know or I'd just be jealous."
"Would you?" I asked, really wondering because I was thinking about Ms. Hayden and how I'd been having sex with her less than an hour before.
"Be jealous?" Chris looked at me. "Maybe, yeah, probably. I mean Mark is…Mark. He's our boyfriend, but someone else? I'd be seriously jealous."
"Yeah." I moved a little so I could bend over, laying my head down on Chrissy's thighs. "That's what I thought."
"Are you going to tell Mark what happened?" Chris asked me after a few minutes of silence.
"Later," I decided. "After dinner I'll tell him."
"Okay." We both knew it wasn't going to be much of a secret and Mark was going to be seriously pissed, so probably it was better if I told him.
"What was the coach saying to you before?" I asked, because I'd been wondering.
"Just that she talked to you and I shouldn't do anything, or say anything to those bitches," Chris replied and I looked at him, a little shocked because he hardly ever swore. "Stacy was bragging about it."
"She was?" I didn't know if I wanted to hear all the details.
"Like she thought I'd stop seeing you or something," Chris sighed. "I can't believe how stupid she is."
"You didn't drop her or anything did you?" I asked, since Chris was her lifting partner.
"I didn't even bother," Chris shrugged. "Mostly I just ignored her and Beth was cool, she didn't have me doing much."
"Yeah. Beth is pretty okay," I agreed.
"None of the other girls thought it was very funny." Chris was rubbing my back. "Nobody's going to be laughing at you or anything."
"I hope not," I sighed. "We'll see."
"Hey…" Chris said softly a few minutes later.
"Hmmm?"
"…There's nobody around." He slid his hand down to where my skirt was, slipping the tips of his fingers underneath it, right at the top of my ass.
"Oh yeah?" I turned my head to look up at him.
"You want to be a bad girl and make out a little?" he suggested.
"I had my face in a toilet," I frowned. "You still want to kiss me?"
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I love you."
"Prove it," I said, just to be a tease and a few second's later Chris had his tongue working tenderly inside my mouth, touching me everywhere he could reach.
"You taste like soap, kinda." He grinned and licked his lips a minute later.
"I washed my mouth out," I giggled.
"Come here…" Chris made out with me for the next ten minutes, getting us both hot as the sky darkened slowly above us.
"Whoa…The new you all over again, eh?" Mark's laughter broke our kiss. "I'm surprised you guys aren't doing it on the fifty yard line."
"Yeah, yeah…Give me a kiss before I change my mind." I smiled and Chris held me around the waist, smiling as Mark kissed me nicely for a long minute and half at least.
"So, are we ready?" Mark asked afterwards. "Who are you riding with?"
"You!" I grinned. "Chris had me for the last twenty minutes, so I'm gonna tease you for awhile."
"Oh, lucky me," Mark said and Chris laughed and the two boys were looking at each other, and I knew they wanted to kiss too.
"Well, I guess I could tease Chris some more…"
"No way, my turn." Mark was pulling my hand, bringing me to my feet.
"…he likes it, don't you Chris?"
"Oh yeah, you can tease me anytime, Steph." Chris let me go reluctantly.
"You're both a couple of teases." Mark shook his head and then he held out a hand for Chris, which was okay if someone saw it, and pulled him to his feet too.
"Are we?" I feigned innocence, looking at Chris and he gave us a sexy smile.
"The worst kind too," Mark decided.
"What kind is that?" Chris asked.
"A couple of cock teasing bitches, serious ones," Mark said softly, his eyes moving back and forth between Chris and me. "You guys make my balls ache."
"I love it when he talks dirty," Chris laughed and I slipped between my two boyfriends as we walked towards the student parking lot.
"We spoil him too much," I said and then giggled as Mark gave my butt a slap, but he knew it was true.