Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Jessica sat on the edge of her bed in her pretty dress, staring at the small yellow piece of paper that she held in her hand, reading the words for the millionth time.

“Hope to see you at the dance…” she said softly to no one.

Jessica had been on the fence as to whether or not she would go to the dance. That was, until she had seen the note. Now she was convinced that she should go. But what should she expect to happen? Ms. Lessel would be there as a chaperone, no doubt. But then what? It’s not like they could dance together. Was she reading more into this than there actually was?

She sighed. Jessica’s stomach was a jumble of nerves, had been since she got the note. She’d picked at her supper, only eating a few bites. That had almost ruined the evening when her mother decided maybe she was coming down with something and ought to stay home. Jessica quickly reassured her mother that she was just excited about going to the dance, and that she was fine. As proof, she forced herself to eat most of what was left on her plate.

After supper, Jessica went upstairs to shower and get dressed. Standing under steamy hot water had helped her relax, and the shower wand had made her come. Back in her room, she’d slipped on a pair of lacy panties and a matching bra. The dance had a semi-formal dress code, so she chose a pink, short-sleeved dress that was snug at the waist and flared out to fall just above the knee. Once she had finished her face and hair, she had slipped on the dress and a pair of matching shoes with heels. Satisfied with her appearance, she had sat on her bed and picked up the note again.

“Jess, honey.” She heard her father calling from the bottom of the stairs. “Are you ready? It is time to go.”

“Coming, Dad,” she called as she headed out of her room.

When they pulled up to the front of the school, Jessica could see lots of other students, all dressed in their finery. Some of them were milling about outside while others were making their way through the front door.

“Thanks, Dad,” she said leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. “See you at ten?”

“I’ll be here. You have a good time, Princess, and behave yourself. I’m too young to be a grandfather,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, Dad.”

With that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and was out the door. Inside the school, she made her way to the gymnasium, now the makeshift ballroom. Standing at the entrance to the gym, Jessica saw Ms. Lessel and two other teachers greeting people as they went by. Jill was wearing a pale blue, sleeveless dress that hung just below the knee, and low heels on her feet. She also wore a string of pearls with matching earrings. Damn, she was gorgeous. Jessica smiled as she approached.

“Why, Jessica, you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Jill said, offering her hand.

“Thank you,” Jessica croaked as she took her hand. “You look… very lovely too.” She finished, not sure what adjective would be appropriate in this situation. She wanted to tell her she was fucking hot but knew better.

When Jill gently pulled her hand back, Jessica realized she had probably held it for just a breath too long. She smiled at the beautiful woman again and headed into the gym.

Whatever committee had volunteered to decorate had done a marvelous job. Streamers and balloons were hanging from the ceiling and walls, covering up the pennants that boasted of the athletic prowess of the school’s various sports teams. A large mirrored ball hung from the ceiling, reflecting the colored spotlights that shone from around the stage where a DJ had set up his gear on the floor in front. On the stage, a band was setting up their gear for the live entertainment portion of the evening. The long walls of the gym were lined with chairs and at the back were tables covered with various non-alcoholic beverages and trays of finger foods including veggies and dip and assorted sandwiches.

Ten minutes after the scheduled start time, the DJ stopped the soft music that had been playing, and the three chaperone teachers took the stage. After they welcomed everyone and thanked the volunteers, they reiterated the ground rules of the evening and then wished everyone a good time.

And with that, the DJ cranked the volume and began to play. At first, people broke off into little cliques and chatted until the DJ played a popular song, then the dance floor filled. Jessica mingled, circling around the room, chatting with friends from school.

She was also keeping an eye on Ms. Lessel, wondering what, if anything, was going to happen. Jessica would catch sight of her every now and then as she and the other teachers wandered around as if they were prison guards. They were looking for the usual things: hidden flasks of booze, students sneaking into the bathrooms for a smoke, legal or otherwise. Maybe even a couple of young lovers getting all sweaty in a hidden corner.

After an hour or so, she convinced herself she had taken the meaning of the note the wrong way and that nothing was going to happen after all. A little disappointed, Jessica decided that she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying the rest of the evening with her peers. She danced. Sometimes by herself, sometimes with a girl or group of girls, and she even took pity on a couple of the shy boys who looked so forlorn and asked them to dance. She smiled when one of the boys let his hand slide onto her ass, knowing that that was probably the only action he had ever seen. She let the hand stay there for a couple of seconds, then kindly reminded him where her waist was.

With all the dancing, she’d become thirsty and had consumed lots of punch. Mother Nature was now reminding her of just how much she had drunk. Jessica excused herself from the group of girls she was talking with and headed out of the gym to the girls’ room across the hall.

Jessica picked a stall and took care of business. Finished, she went to the sink to wash her hands. With her attention on her sudsy hands, she didn’t see the figure move up behind her. She did feel it though. A body leaned up against her ass pushing her into the counter. Jessica yelped and looked up at a spot on the wall where a mirror used to hang. Fear shot through her, and she tried to turn. The weight of the person behind her held her in place. A mouth was by her ear. Warm breath touched her skin.

“Room two-forty-two. In ten minutes.” The voice was low and sultry.

The fear quickly left Jessica and was replaced by excitement. She didn’t have to see the woman who had just spoken to her. She knew the voice instantly. Stunned and overcome by what was happening, by the time she realized the pressure on her ass was gone, the woman had already left the washroom.

Jessica looked at her watch and waited for the next ten minutes to tick away. The butterflies had once again taken flight in her stomach. What was going to happen? Were they going to talk? Did Ms. Lessel want to kiss her maybe? She ran through all the scenarios she could think of. Finally, the time was up, and Jessica took a deep breath and left the bathroom. Nervously she looked around, then headed down the hall.

The school, as seen from the air, looked like a large capital I. The gym, offices, and the cafeteria were located at the center of the I. Her destination was at the far end of the junior wing, at the bottom of the I and around the corner. Jessica headed down the darkened hallway. Dim security lights helped guide her way. As she passed the classrooms she saw that their doors were closed, their interiors black. If it weren’t for the possibility of acting out her fantasies, this trek would have scared the crap out of her. A teenage girl, all alone in a darkened school, psycho killer lurking around the corner… Jessica shook her head. Stop it! she scolded herself.

Rounding the corner, she saw room 242. The door was ajar and the soft glow of light spilled into the hall. Jessica slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. This room hadn’t been used for a while. The desks were stacked off to one side, and the walls were void of any sort of teaching materials. The teacher’s desk sat at the back of the room, and a single fluorescent light in the ceiling flickered above it. Standing behind the desk, Ms. Lessel scribbled something on a piece of paper. When she finished, she looked up at Jessica and smiled sweetly.

“Close the door and lock it, sweetheart,” Jill said. She straightened and moved to the front of the desk, leaning against it.

Jessica’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweaty. She did as she was asked and closed the door, then turned the deadbolt. She noticed that, unlike most of the other classrooms, this door didn’t have a window. Jessica turned back toward her teacher but didn’t move. Is she going to seduce me? Are we going to have sex? Maybe she’ll rape me! No, don’t be so stupid. She wouldn’t do that.

“Come here, sweetheart,” said Jill. Her voice was soft and comforting and so inviting.

Swallowing, Jessica made her way across the room, stopping an arm’s length away. Jill took a step toward her. She slowly stroked Jessica’s cheek with the back of her hand. Jessica moaned softly at the touch.

“Miss Lessel… I never…”

“Jill. Please call me Jill outside the classroom.”

“Jill, I don’t know what to do,” Jessica said nervously.

“It’s okay. But first I need to know what you think is going to happen?”

Jessica paused, not sure of the meaning of the question. “Pardon?” she said, looking into Jill’s eyes.

“What do you think is going to happen?”

“I… I thought you wanted to, maybe… um… make love?” she said shyly. Jessica was confused. What was Jill doing? Playing some sort of a game with her?

“Is that what you want?”

Jessica felt the heat rise in her face. Maybe she had made a mistake. She didn’t speak, just nodded her head.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetie.”

“I want to.”

“Want to what?” Jill’s tone never changed. Always calm and low and sexy.

Jessica hesitated, nervous about her answer. “I want to make love with you,” Jessica replied, her voice trembling.

She heard Jill release the breath she was holding. The woman moved closer and placed a hand on each of Jessica’s shoulders. Turning her, Jill guided her back until her ass bumped against the desk. Then Jill leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and gentle, and they ghosted across hers for just a moment.

“Jess, I have been attracted to you ever since we met,” Jill began. “I tried to ignore it, but the more I saw you, the more I wanted you. I watched you during my classes, and I was fairly certain that you were interested in me too. But I needed to know for sure.”

Jessica didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She had to process what she’d just heard. Ms. Lessel, Jill, wanted her too! This was a fairy tale, a dream come true. She looked up at her teacher and smiled brightly. A tear ran down her cheek.

“I am Jill. Interested. Very much,” she finally said.

And with that Jill pulled her in close and their mouths met. Jessica was on fire. The thrill and excitement of finally kissing this beautiful woman washed over. She trembled, and her arousal flowed anew. Her arms wrapped around Jill and she savored the texture and taste of her lips. The fragrance of her perfume filled her nostrils. She shuddered as Jill gave a soft moan into her mouth and followed it with a sweep of her tongue.

It was Jessica’s turn to moan. Her tongue darted out in search of Jill’s. When they touched, they rolled together for a moment, then Jill brought her lips together and sucked on Jessica’s tongue. Letting go, she took the girl’s bottom lip into her mouth and sucked it, her teeth gently scraping across it.

They were both breathing hard, their hands roaming each other’s backs, when Jill broke the kiss. She looked into Jessica’s eyes and smiled at her.

“We don’t have a lot of time, and there is something I really want to do. Do you trust me, Jess?”

“Yes.”

With that, Jill reached down under the hem of Jessica’s dress and brought her hand up, cupping the girl’s sex. Jessica gasped. No one had touched her there since she was old enough to wash herself.

“My god, Jess. You’re soaked.”

Jessica smiled meekly as she felt her face blush. Then Jill dropped to her knees and pushed the pretty pink dress up to Jessica’s waist.

“Hold this for me.”

Jessica gathered up the material and held it, leaning over a little to watch Jill as best she could. She felt Jill’s hands on her hips and then the sensation of her panties being pulled down. Soon they were off and lay on the floor beside her.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby. Let me look at you,” Jill whispered seductively.

Again, Jessica did as she was asked. She felt two hands running along her thighs and a soft kiss being placed on her labia. Jessica jerked and gasped. Oh my god, she’s going to eat me, Jessica thought. She was beyond excited at this point, beyond happy. This woman, the one that she had fallen head over heels for, was about to go down on her. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might explode.

Jessica held the material of her dress with one hand while with the other she grasped the edge of the desk. She felt her lips being parted, then Jill’s warm mouth engulfing her clit. Jess moaned and twitched. Ribbons of fire and electricity shot through her from head to toe to clit. She couldn’t help but buck and squirm as Jill’s tongue and lips played between her thighs. Jill’s hands were holding her hips. Soon it was getting to be too much. Jessica could feel her orgasm just out of reach. Then Jill’s tongue moved to her entrance and plunged in deep, and that was all it took to send her careening over the edge.

“Oh, oh, fuck yes!” the girl whimpered as she came hard in her teacher’s mouth. Jessica shook and twitched and stiffened. She had to let go of her dress and grab the desk to keep from falling. Her knees were threatening to give out. Jill’s mouth was still on her pussy, sucking at her entrance and licking up any of the juices she’d missed.

Finally, Jill moved out from underneath Jessica’s dress, stood and took the teenager into her arms. They kissed, and Jessica could taste herself on Jill’s lips.

“That was the best come I think I’ve ever had,” Jessica said with a satisfied sigh.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did giving it to you,” Jill smiled. “Now we need to get back.”

Jill reached for the piece of paper she had been writing on when Jessica arrived and pushed it into her hand.

“What’s this?” Jess asked, trying to read it in the dim light.

“My home address. I was hoping you might want to come over tomorrow so we could get to know each other better, without having to worry about the time or someone seeing us.”

Jessica beamed. Jill wanted to spend the day together. With more sex, no doubt.

“Okay. I would really like that,” Jessica said.

When Jill pulled away to smooth out her clothes, Jessica reached down for her panties. But she never got close as Jill snatched them away and brought them to her face. She sniffed deeply and sighed.

“Nope. These are mine now,” she said with a naughty grin.

Jessica stared at her wide-eyed and then giggled. She would have to spend the rest of the dance and the car ride home with her father without anything on under her dress.

The two walked to the door, and Jill unlocked it. She peeked into the hall then left the room with Jessica right behind her. Jill then looked around the corner, down the long hall toward the gym. Seeing it was clear, she motioned for Jessica to go.

“It’s safe. Go quickly. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes,” Jill instructed.

After a quick kiss on the cheek, Jessica headed down the hall as fast as she dared with the high heels she was wearing. As she neared the gym, she ducked into the girls’ room to check her face and clothes. Satisfied with her appearance, she looked at her watch — and was surprised to find it was ten minutes to ten. Her father would soon be there to pick her up.

“Crap, time flies when your history teacher is going down on you,” Jessica said under her breath, then chuckled. Leaving the bathroom, she headed out the front door of the school to wait for her ride home.

*****

Saturday morning and Jessica was up early. When she had arrived home the night before, she had given her mom a story of dancing and having fun with her friends. Then she took a shower, went to bed and thought about Jill, masturbating to another pleasant orgasm before falling into a deep sleep.

By 9:30, she was dressed, had her breakfast and was heading toward the door. Her mother questioned where she was going at this hour, and Jessica explained that she was riding her bike to the school to help the committee clean up the gym from the dance the night before. Of course, this was an outright lie and Jessica did feel a bit guilty about it. But she couldn’t very well tell her mom that she was going to her teacher’s house for some steamy hot lesbian sex!

It was still early spring, and the morning air was crisp. Jessica didn’t mind though. The anticipation of what lay ahead created enough heat of its own to keep her warm on the ride to Jill’s place. Ten minutes after leaving home, she arrived at a two-story brick apartment building. Peddling around to the parking area in the back, she found a bike rack and locked her bike there.

Walking back around to the front of the building, she opened the main entrance door and stepped into a small breezeway. When she tried the inner door, she found it was locked. Confused for just a moment, she looked around and spotted the tenants directory for the building.

“Two-oh-six,” she said aloud after checking the paper Jill had given her, and then she traced her finger along the row of call buttons until she came to one labeled J. Lessel. Pushing the button, she held it for a couple of seconds then released it. A few moments later, the speaker crackled to life, and Jessica heard a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Morning, Jill, it’s Jess,” she greeted her teacher.

There was a long silence before an answer came. “Jessica.” It was more a question than a statement. “Hold on.”

There was a loud buzz then a click from the inner door. Jessica pulled on the handle, and it opened.

“Did you get it?” the disembodied voice asked.

“Yup. On my way.”

Jessica glanced around the lobby area, and as soon as she spotted the stairs, she was climbing them two at a time. Reaching the top, she saw Jill standing in her doorway wearing a bathrobe with her hair in a towel. She was motioning for Jessica to come quickly.

“Hurry,” the woman said, barely loud enough to hear. Jessica picked up the pace and all but ran to Jill. As soon as she was close enough, Jill put a hand on her back and practically pushed her inside and closed the door.

“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t want Mrs. Robinson to see you. She would have pestered me for a week with questions ranging from who you were to what kind of ice cream you like. Nice old lady, but very, very nosy,” Jill said with a smile.

“Now. Good morning. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” Jill took Jessica into her arms and gave her soft kiss on the lips.

“I could leave if you like and come back later. Maybe when Mrs. Robinson is around,” Jessica teased.

“No. No. No. You’re here now and here is where you will stay. Kick off your shoes, hang up your jacket, and come on in.”

Jessica did just that. She left her shoes on the mat and hung her jacket in the closet by the door. Making her way into the apartment, she saw that it was an open concept design with the kitchen, dining area, and living space all being one big room. Off to the side were two bedrooms and a bath. A pair of sliding glass doors led to a small balcony beyond the dining area. The entire apartment was tastefully decorated, and there was a hint of jasmine in the air.

“Have a seat, sweetheart, and I’ll get dressed,” Jill said as she headed for the bedroom.

In her room, Jill took the towel from her hair, gave her head a good rub, then threw the towel in the laundry basket. When she turned around again, she jumped and gave a little shriek. Jessica was standing in the doorway watching her.

“Damn, Jess. You gave me a fright.”

“What are you getting dressed for? I came here hoping to get you naked,” Jessica stated with confidence and a big grin. The ice had definitely been broken between them last night. All her fear and nervousness was long gone.

Jill looked at the girl, amused by her boldness. “Right to business then, I see,” she laughed as she untied her robe. It fell open, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

Jessica’s heart was pounding again. Jill was a goddess. Lean and trim. Small round breasts with brown nipples, a flat belly, and an entirely bald pussy. Jessica was wet already.

“I think you’re overdressed, pretty girl,” Jill said as she approached the fifteen-year-old. Jessica quickly pulled off her own clothes and was naked by the time Jill took her into her arms.

Their mouths met, and they kissed deeply. Their lips parted, and tongues began to dance. Jessica wrapped her arms around Jill and explored the soft skin of her back and buttocks. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Standing naked in her teacher’s bedroom, wrapped in an embrace with the woman she had been lusting after all year.

Jill led her over to the bed, and they crawled onto it. For the moment Jill lay on her side as Jessica rested on her back. Just admiring the girl’s body for a moment, Jill lightly ran her fingertips along the length of her body, from the soft curve of her shoulder, along the side of her ribs and down to her hip, then back again.

“Have you ever been with a girl before, Jess?” Jill asked softly.

Jessica shook her head. “No,” she gasped as she trembled from her teacher’s caress.

“You kiss very well,” said Jill.

“Kissing practice when I was younger,” Jessica giggled.

“Oh, I see. Sam maybe?” Jill raised an eyebrow. Jessica felt her face grow warm, from embarrassment or arousal, it was hard to tell from which right now. She nodded her head.

“And you two never have…”

Jessica shook her head.

“Pity,” Jill said, tracing a figure eight on the girl’s belly.

Jessica watched Jill’s face. Lost herself in the woman’s blue eyes. She saw her lick her lips. Lips that she wanted to kiss so bad. Then, as if she had read her mind, Jill leaned in and kissed Jessica’s nose.

“You’re such a sexy girl, Jess,” she said hotly, her desire evident.

Jill kissed her again. On her lips, cheek, along her jaw, and down her neck. She teased Jessica’s nipple with her fingers as she kissed across the girl’s collarbone and down to her small breast.

Jessica moaned and tangled her fingers in Jill’s hair as the woman took the erect nipple into her mouth and gently sucked. Jill circled and flicked her tongue over the tip before nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Jessica twitched when Jill kissed a trail from her breast to her abdomen, stopping to play her tongue over Jessica’s navel.

“You okay, sweetie?” Jill asked playfully.

“Un-huh,” Jess murmured. She was breathing rapidly, and her chest heaved with every breath.

She grabbed at the bed when she felt the flat of Jill’s tongue push through her slick folds. Jill licked and sucked and tormented the young girl. She pulled her clit into her mouth and pushed a finger into the hot wetness of her entrance.

Jess could feel the signs of her impending orgasm. This one was coming easily, quickly. It built steadily inside her as Jill sucked and fingered her pussy. Jessica was thrashing her head from side to side. She twitched and thrust her pelvis against Jill’s mouth.

“Yes, Jill. Right there,” she whined.

Jill continued to devour the young girl’s pussy. She reached up with her free hand, pinching at a nipple. Jessica’s orgasm quickly overtook her. She shook and stiffened, her spine arching up then falling back down. She gave a long low moan and twitched with each of the death throes of her climax.

Jill moved to lay beside her, then took the young girl into her arms and held her as she recovered. Jessica’s eyes fluttered open as the world returned to her. She kissed Jill softly on her lips.

“Umm, that was nice,” she said dreamily. “That’s two now. I think it’s my turn.”

“I wasn’t keeping score,” Jill replied.

A knot formed in Jessica’s stomach. “I didn’t mean—” she said quickly, searching her eyes.

Jill shushed her by placing a finger on her lips. “It’s okay, darling. I know what you meant.” The corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile.

Jessica relaxed and moved to kiss her again. She loved the taste of her lips, and she lingered there, kissing around her mouth. Slipping lower, she kissed her chin, then her throat. As she slid down, Jessica’s leg moved between Jill’s and her thigh pressed against the woman’s sex. Jill’s lips parted, and she breathed a soft moan from the contact.

Jessica took her time, trying her best to be sexy and sensual. She had never had sex with a woman, or a girl, or anyone before. Jessica thought she’d pushed aside her nervousness when she followed Jill into her bedroom, but now the uncertainty was back. She trembled, she wanted to please Jill, to make her come like Jill had made her come, twice. Get it together Jessica, she scolded herself. You’ve read enough steamy novels. Just think about how Jill did it with you. You can do this. 

Inhaling deeply, she hoped to calm herself. Instead, she was met by the strong, yet intoxicating smells of the woman who lay beneath her. A mixture of sweat and sex filled her nostrils, triggering her own arousal. Jessica groaned and then felt a hardened nipple brush her bottom lip. She had kissed her way to Jill’s breast without noticing. Jessica paused and looked up.

Jill’s eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her breath had started to quicken. The skin on her chest was flushed a dark pink, and there was a noticeable rise and fall with each breath Jill took. Jessica smiled. She was doing that to her! With her self-doubt quickly fading, she brought her attention back to the breast in front of her.

She kissed it. Hard and warm and textured. Jessica explored. She pushed her lips against it, feeling the pebbled flesh. She licked it and tasted salt. Flicking it with her tongue yielded a moan and a soft ‘yes’ from Jill. Jessica played. Gentle licks, flicks, and suckles of each nipple elicited pleasured responses from Jill.

Jessica was enjoying this, but it was time to move on. She kissed each nipple once more before licking a trail down the warm salty skin of her sweat-covered belly. Jill had spread her legs in eager anticipation of Jessica’s arrival, and Jessica comfortably parked herself on the mattress between her lover’s legs.

She studied what she saw. The woman’s sex. Smooth from grooming, pink and puffy from increased blood flow, glistening from the arousal that Jessica had distributed while her thigh had rubbed against it. Jessica wondered for a moment if maybe she should shave too. The baldness of it was so inviting, so damn sexy. Maybe Jill would help her shave. She smiled, taking it all in.

“Jess? What’s wrong?” Jill panted, a touch of desperation in her voice.

Jessica’s attention snapped back. “Nothing. Sorry,” she replied hurriedly, then moved closer, and hesitating for only a second, gently kissed Jill’s puffy labia. Jill sucked a sharp breath and twitched at the touch.

This was all new to Jessica, never having been this close to that most intimate and private of places before. Wondering how or where to start, she remembered what Jill had done with her. Closing her eyes, she pushed her tongue into the slick folds and licked. The taste was not unpleasant, not that much different than her own. Jessica licked some more, pushing and swirling her tongue around, enjoying that she was causing Jill to twist and squirm and moan her name.

The tastes, textures, smells, and sounds assaulted her senses. Her own body was responding as much to the pleasure she was giving Jill as Jill seemed to be. Jessica slid her tongue down and felt Jill’s entrance. She traced its outer edge and then tentatively probed inside just a little. Warm and smooth.

“Oh, fuck, Jess!” Jill gasped. Her breathing had become more labored.

Jessica felt fingers tangled in her hair, a gentle push against her head as Jill’s hips rolled forward to meet her mouth. Jessica pushed her tongue in deeper. She felt muscles contract as if Jill was trying to pull her in completely. She slid her hands under Jill and gripped her ass as her face was mashed into the woman’s sex. Jessica moaned and Jill shook as the vibration of the girl’s voice stimulated every nerve in her groin.

When Jill eased the pressure on Jessica’s head, she pulled her tongue free and slid it up to the clit that stood tall, begging for attention. The flat of her tongue pushed against it causing Jill to buck and cry out.

“Jesus, Jess, don’t stop!” Jill pleaded.

Jessica, keeping her mouth firmly on Jill, pulled her knees under her and brought a hand to her own clit and rubbed. She played with Jill’s clit, quickly noting to herself how different it felt against her tongue as opposed to her finger. Jessica swirled around it and flicked her tongue against it. She could feel Jill trembling, and the grip on her hair tighten as the woman tried to grind herself against the teen’s mouth. Jessica felt herself getting close. She slowed her hand. She wanted, needed, to make her teacher come first.

“Yes. Yes. I’m coming!” Jill called out. Her body stiffened and shook. She held Jessica’s head still with both hands now, pushing her hips up against the girl’s face. Jill jerked and twitched several more times before she finally collapsed back onto the bed and drew in a loud breath.

“Fuck, Jess! What did you do to me?” she said breathlessly as she released her grip on Jessica’s head.

Jessica was just coming down off her own self-induced orgasm when she felt her head being released. She kissed the hairless mons before moving up beside Jill. They held each other and kissed tenderly for a few moments.

“Did I do good?” Jessica asked.

“Did I do well,” Jill corrected with a teasing smile.

She giggled. “Well, did I?”

“Outstanding for someone who has never been with anyone before,” Jill commended, as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “A+, move to the head of the class.”

Jessica gave a contented sigh as they cuddled on the bed. She was so happy that this had happened and that she’d been lucky enough to fulfill her fantasy. What will Sam think? Should she even tell Sam?

“I could get used to this,” Jessica cooed.

“I hope you do. We’ll have to be careful, though. But we can discuss that later. We have all day, and there are so many other things I want to do with you.”

Jessica smiled as she snuggled into Jill. What other lessons could she learn from her sexy history teacher? Whatever they were, she was sure they wouldn’t be found in any textbook at her school.

Continue on to Chapter 3

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By Purple Les

When we got on the school bus Friday afternoon, Mary had her book bag like always and another bag for all her sleepover stuff. She would always have at least two changes of clothing.

When we got off the bus and walked toward my house, I still felt like the weekend would be a big let down and told Mary so.

“Sure, I like Siobhan, but she talks like she swallowed a dictionary.”

“Katy, how would you feel if you were just a kid and got pushed ahead three grades? Too young for the kids in your class to hang with and too mature to hang with kids your own age?”

I glared at Mary, “Don’t you ever get tired of being right about stuff?”

“Why, no. Never.” Then she smiled and punched my arm.

We got to my house and I searched through my pockets for my key and I let us in. Mrs. Tran had already dropped off Mary’s sleeping bag and pillow. We took off our coats and boots and went in the living room.

“Come up to my room with me, Mary. I have to put on my play clothes.”

Mary grabbed her bag and followed me upstairs to my bedroom.

It didn’t take me long to change my clothes. I already had put my jeans on under my skirt before I left school, for going out in the cold. So I took off the skirt. Then I took off my school necktie and white blouse. I took off the white undershirt I had on too. That left me standing there in my blue jeans and white ankle socks. I took off the socks too and put on some warm ones.

I stuck out my flat chest at Mary and said, “Pretty sexy, huh?”

She laughed, “Jeez, you’re flatter than a board that hasn’t been nailed.”

“Well, fine. You don’t have to look.” I put on a tie-dye t-shirt I’d made last summer. I put on one of my mom’s old plaid flannel shirts over it. I sat on my bed with my arms crossed.

Mary came a little closer to me and took off her school tie, white blouse and white undershirt. She put her hands on her hips and pushed her elbows behind her.

“What do you think of my tits, Katy?”

“I like them,” I said, licking my lips.

“Wanna touch ’em?”

“Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. I put the palms of my hands on each of her little boobs. When I took them away a moment later, her nipples were hard and staring at me. I kissed them back and forth and then sat back on the bed.

Mary reached up under her skirt and pulled down her leggings. She tossed them on the bed next to me and I could see her white panties were inside them. She put her left foot on the bed next to me and said, “Take my sock off, perv.”

I did. Then she put her other foot on the bed. “Take that one off, too.”

I did, real slow. I did it slow because with her leg up like that I could almost see up her skirt, but not quite. I sat there holding her socks.

She put her foot back on the floor.

“Now smell them, perv,” Mary commanded me.

I laughed and said, “You smell ’em,” and I threw them at her face. She laughed and caught them in mid air and we threw the socks back and forth at each other.

After they went flying somewhere, she just stood there for a moment. Then Mary walked across the room and bent over to open her bag. She looked over her shoulder and briefly lifted the back of her skirt, giving me a quick look at her bare ass.

She took out a bunch of clothes and asked me what she should wear tonight. I shrugged my shoulders. She took out a pair of powder blue panties. She started to pull them up under her skirt and I made a boo boo face at her.

Mary stopped pulling the panties up and said, “Oh, does my little perv want to see me all nakey?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.”

She pulled the panties back off and tossed them on the bed. Mary unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall around her ankles. I was seeing Mary bare naked.

“Um, you like what you see?” Mary asked me, rather shyly.

“Yeah, I sure do. I love seeing you naked, Mary.”

I really did too. If it were up to me, I’d have her go around naked all the time.

“Stand up and kiss me, perv.”

I hopped off the bed, wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. I held the top of her back with one arm and my other hand slid down her back and moved all over her bare butt.

Our tongues were in and out of each other’s mouths. Mary hugged me tight.

We broke the kiss and I looked her up and down. I really did love seeing her naked. I loved her tiny boobies and hard nipples, her cute tummy and navel, that special place between her legs. I could see the top of her pussy, looking down there, that bare little slit, so much like mine, yet different.

“Can I lick you?” I wanted to get on my knees and kiss her pussy.

“I am kind of horny, Katy, but I don’t want to come yet. Lick it a little, but don’t make me come. I want to be ready to come real hard later.”

I wondered why. I doubted we’d get a chance to fool around later. Why waste a moment. I didn’t argue though, I just got on my knees and got to it. I had my hands on her ass and she kept wiggling her hips back and forth.

I was just getting started and then she pushed me away. “Shit! Stop it now! Oh, wow, that’s really good, you perv. Now stop!”

She pried herself away from me, had me stand up and we kissed some more. Then she got dressed and we went downstairs.

We heard the pickup pull in the driveway and went to the door. Mom had a pizza with her. We took the pizza box and put it on the kitchen table, while Mom got her boots and coat off.

We hugged Mom, then she got stuff for us to drink and I got plates out. Mom gave Mary a hug and a kiss on the head. I got a kiss on the lips from Mom and she looked at me. I bet she tasted Mary’s pussy juice on my lips.

After we ate, we just sat there. Mom told me to go wash my face. I guessed I had pizza sauce all over my mouth. I went to the bathroom and I saw in the mirror what a mess my face was. I did have sauce all over it. I couldn’t understand how Mary was so neat and I was always a mess. I washed my hands and face good and brushed my teeth.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Mary and my mom on the easy chair. Mary was kneeling facing my mom and they were kissing. Mary had her hands on my mom’s big boobies and my mom had her hands on Mary’s butt.

They broke the kiss when they saw me.

“Katy, you don’t mind, do you?” My mom asked.

Mary looked at me, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

“No, I don’t mind. I kind of like seeing you two kiss. Besides, I did a lot more than kiss Mary’s mom. So it’s okay.”

“Tell Mary what you did with her mom and sister,” said my mom.

I took a few steps closer to them. They started to kiss again and while they did, I told Mary everything about that afternoon. How we’d all been naked together. I told her everything we’d done, me, Lucy, Aunt Billie, my mom and Mary’s mom. I told Mary how I licked her mom’s pussy.

Mary stopped kissing my mom and looked at me.

“I want to lick your mom’s pussy,” she said, “I want you to show me how she likes it and do it with me. I want all three of us to be naked together.”

Mary got off the chair and stood between me and my mom. My mom started to pull Mary’s shirt off.

I heard a car door in the driveway. Mom heard it too and then the doorbell rang.

Mom kissed Mary and pulled Mary’s shirt back down.

Mom said, “This will have to wait for now, girls. Let’s go greet our guest.”

Siobhan and her mom came in. They got out of their coats and boots. Siobhan introduced her mother by her first name.

“Everyone, this is my mother, Jean. Jean, this is Mary Tran, Katy Watson and Katy’s mother, Mrs. Watson.”

Me and Mary looked at each other. Then we took Siobhan and her stuff into the living room and then showed her around. Jean sat with my mom at the kitchen table.

Siobhan was amazed that we only had one bathroom. She probably felt like she was in a third-world country. Siobhan’s parents’ house had four bathrooms. Just for the three of them!

We’d finished giving Siobhan the big tour and while her and Mary set up my chessboard for a game, I went in the kitchen. I was surprised to see my mom kissing Jean. Jean seemed old to have a kid Siobhan’s age. She looked more like she would be Siobhan’s grandma. Jean has shoulder-length brown hair with some silver threads in it.

She had on a black turtle neck shirt. I could see she didn’t have a bra on either. When she came in you could see her small puppies bouncing around and after kissing my mom, her big nipples were hard and sticking out against her shirt.

Jean saw me out of the corner of her eye and broke the kiss with my mom very quickly. Jean tried to compose herself.

“It’s all right, Jean,” my mom said, “it’s just Katy. She’s seen me kiss women before. Katy, come sit with us, please.”

Jean seemed to look at me like you’d look at the pastries in a bakery.

I sat on my mom’s lap. Something about Jean reminded me of something that I couldn’t put my finger on. The grownups went back to talking.

“Well, like I was telling you, Carol, we had Siobhan rather late in life. I guess we weren’t really prepared to have a child, especially one with Siobhan’s intellect.”

“Like I was saying before, Jean. If you ever want to try something different, well, I would be happy to let you try whatever you’d like,” said my mom.

I watched Jean blush. She looked older than my mom, but she looked cool. I found out by listening to them chat, that Jean and her husband were college professors. I guess that’s why Siobhan was so smart.

Jean looked at me and said, “Siobhan’s been around only adults mostly, Katy. She doesn’t really know how to act like a child. So I would like to thank you and Mary for befriending her. I hope she doesn’t become too insufferable.”

“Aw, Siobhan’s okay,” I said.

Then I listened to the moms talk more.

Then I knew what Jean reminded me of. One time a bird had flown into our front window. It acted kind of goofy for a minute. Mom said it was because it thought it was flying into the sky, but instead had hit the window and now as it moved around on the ground, it wasn’t sure what was real anymore. Jean reminded me of a bird who’d just hit a window.

“Katy, you’re getting heavy on my lap,” my mom said.

I stood up and put my arm around Mom’s shoulders.

“I wish, Carol, that I was as close to my daughter as you are with Katy,” said Jean. “I’ve just never been very demonstrative regarding physical affection.”

My mom said, “Well, I would never had guessed that from that kiss we had, Jean.”

Jean blushed again and said, “Carol, you shouldn’t say that in front of your daughter.”

Mom put her arm around my waist and said to me, “You didn’t mind seeing us kiss, did you, Katy?”

“No, I liked seeing it.”

Mom looked at Jean, then said to me, while still looking at Jean, “Katy, give me a kiss, one like I gave Jean.”

I thought maybe Mom was getting goofy or something, but I did what she said. I gave my mom a long French kiss.

When we stopped, we looked at Jean. Her eyes were all shiny and her face was flushed. Jean was kind of breathing hard too.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Jean, said looking around the kitchen. “Hans will wonder what’s become of me. I’d best be off and let you girls enjoy yourselves.”

We went in the living room. I saw that in their chess game, Siobhan had Mary in check. If Mary made the right move she could win. Mary moved her queen instead. Siobhan moved her knight and Siobhan said, “Check and mate.”

Jean said, “I’ll be leaving now, Siobhan. Mrs. Watson will call me when you’re ready to leave tomorrow. Good night.”

Siobhan looked up from the chess board and said, “Very well, Jean, good night.”

I thought how weird. Not a kiss, or a goodbye hug, or nothing.

I had said I’d play the winner and we set up the chess board for another game. I heard Jean leave and Mom sat on the couch with a glass of wine. Mom and Mary watched me and Siobhan play chess.

Siobhan and me were laying on our tummies on the floor. I’d never seen Siobhan in anything besides her school clothes. Tonight she had on blue jeans and a sweater. The jeans were tight and I could see she had a nice ass.

I had an advantage right from the start of the game, because Siobhan didn’t think I was very bright. She was right about that, but wrong to think it meant I couldn’t play chess well.

After twenty minutes I had taken her queen, both rooks, a knight and a bishop. She had three of my pawns and was looking flustered.

Siobhan thought a long time and moved her bishop to where it could take my queen on the next move and she looked at me, with a smug look on her face.

I moved my queen two spaces, slowly took my fingers off it and announced, “Checkmate.”

Siobhan stared at the board in wonder. She laid her king on its side. She got up on her knees and offered her hand to me. “Well played, Katy.”

I shook her hand and said, “Thanks.”

I shook her hand longer than I needed to. It just felt so warm and soft, smaller than my hand.

“You stared a lot at me during the game, Katy. Is it part of your strategy?”

“No, I just wondered where you got your green eyes. Your mom’s eyes are hazel. Does your dad have green eyes?”

“No, Hans, my father, has blue eyes. Mine are a genetic mutation.”

“Cool,” was all I could come up with for a reply. Then I added, “I think you have really pretty eyes, Siobhan, was what I guess I meant to say.”

Siobhan smiled at me and said, “Thank you, Katy. What a charming compliment.”

We had stopped shaking hands and were now just holding hands. We both noticed at the same time and let go and gave a little laugh. I think I felt something inside me though. I wondered if maybe the night would be fun after all.

Mom suggested we watch a DVD. We picked the old Clash of the Titans. I made popcorn on the stove. Mary didn’t want butter on hers, so I put some popcorn in a bowl for her.

Me and Siobhan wanted butter. I put the rest in a bowl for us and then melted some butter in the popcorn pot and poured it on the popcorn.

The three of us sat on the couch and my mom in the easy chair watching the movie. Siobhan was in the middle. Our popcorn bowl was between us and our hands touched a lot reaching in it. When our hands touched, we’d look at each other and smile.

Three quarters of the way through the movie, Mary had to go pee. I guess I did too. We paused the movie. While Mary was in the bathroom, Siobhan got her pyjamas out of her bag.

I went to the bathroom, when Mary came out and when I was done, me and Mary ran up to my bedroom. We stripped bare naked. We took a long look at each other and then kissed.

Mary put on a white flannel nightgown. I reached under my pillow and put on the blue flannel pyjamas that were under it. Then I grabbed my pillow and my sock monkey and we ran downstairs.

Siobhan was in her pyjamas now too. She’d changed in my mom’s bedroom. Siobhan’s pyjamas were the kind with the elastic in the cuffs and were tight fitting. Siobhan was thin, but not skinny, with a cute butt and you could see the outline of her panties underneath. Of course me and Mary weren’t wearing any underwear.

We watched the rest of the movie, while Mom went in the back room with another glass of wine and the laptop. Mom had on her long pullover robe.

When the movie was over, we talked about it.

Siobhan said, “It was nice that it followed the Greek myths rather closely.”

“Yeah,” said Mary, “and the part where they had to kill the Medusa was really scary. What was your favorite part, Katy?”

“Um, well, honest. My favorite part was when Andromeda took that bath near the end and we saw her boobies and bare butt.”

Mary and Siobhan laughed. Mary said, “Yeah, you would like that best.”

Siobhan looked at the floor and said, “The female form is beautiful, I think. The actress who played Andromeda, is very beautiful and I must admit, I too enjoyed seeing her nude.”

Me and Mary looked at Siobhan.

Mary said, “Me and Katy have seen each other naked. It’s fun.”

“I’ve never been nude in front of anyone,” said Siobhan.

Mary said, “Well, you must have been nude in front of your mom, at least for baths or something.”

“Not since I was five,” said Siobhan.

“I’m naked in the shower with my mom and little sister all the time,” Mary declared. “How ‘bout you, Katy. You ever been naked with your mom?”

“Well, just between us, I mean you guys can’t say nothing to anyone else… ”

I started rather hesitantly, when they both swore it would never go farther than here, I continued.

“Me and Mom go around naked lots. She says it’s okay. To be honest, we like it so much, sometimes we even do stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Mary asked, though she full well knew the answer.

“Well, we kiss and hug and touch, you know, touch each other’s privates.”

Siobhan’s face was red.

Mary said, “You’re making it all up, Katy.”

“No, honest. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird to you guys,” I said, looking at Siobhan.

Siobhan said, “I must confess something. When I was six, I asked my parents to demonstrate coitus for me. I was curious about reproduction. My parents allowed me to watch them have sexual intercourse. The funny thing was, I very much enjoyed seeing Jean nude and having an orgasm. I mean, I understand why Katy would like being with her mother in that way. I am rather envious of her actually. It must be very enjoyable.”

“It sure is,” said Mary. “I have sex with my mom and sister all the time. It’s the best. I still think, Katy’s fibbing to us though.”

“I am not!”

At that moment Mom came from the back room to the bathroom. Mary looked at me.

“Okay, if it’s true, when your mom comes out of the bathroom, prove it.”

“How?”

Mary thought a moment and said, “Make your mom tell us that she gets naked with you.”

I wasn’t sure how I would do that, but I said, “Okay, I will.”

When Mom came out of the bathroom, she said, “I’m going to bed now girls. Stay up and have fun, but keep it quiet and no throwing anything. You girls need anything?”

Before I could say anything, Mary said, “Aunt Carol, Katy says you and her go around naked together. Is that true?”

Siobhan looked shocked. Mary smiled and Mom smiled at us and said, “Yes, it’s true, Mary. There is no shame in the human form. It’s very natural for mothers and daughters to be nude together. Don’t you go around naked with your mom and sister ever, Mary?”

“Yeah, we do.” said Mary.

“What about you, Siobhan?” asked my mom, looking at Siobhan.

“Well, no, we don’t, Mrs. Watson. However, I think I would like that.”

“Why don’t you let us see you naked, Aunt Carol?” asked Mary. “I mean, why not, if it’s so natural and everything.”

“You’re right, Mary, there’s nothing wrong with it. Would you like to see me nude?” asked my mom.

All three of us shook our heads “Yes.”

Mom pulled down the zipper on her robe. We could see the skin between her breasts and then her bellybutton. She pushed the robe off her shoulders, it fell to her feet and she stood there nude before us.

Siobhan was wide eyed and for once didn’t say anything, just stared.

Mary said, “Well, what about Katy?”

Mom said, “Oh, I understand, Mary. Katy said we get naked together and you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

Mary said, “Yes!” then she looked at Siobhan, “You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Siobhan?”

“I must confess, I would enjoy that immensely,” said Siobhan.

Mom pulled me over to her. Mom took off my pajama top, then turned so Mary and Siobhan could see her butt. Then Mom squatted next to me and pulled down my pajama bottoms. Mom stood up and hugged me and said to my friends, “There you go girls, nude mother and daughter. You like?”

Neither Mary or Siobhan spoke but they nodded their heads “Yes”, over and over. Me and Mom just stood there for a minute, letting them get an eyeful. Mom, with her big boobies and triangle of hair over her pussy and me, with my flat chest and no hair at all. Then Mom picked up her robe and told me to put my pyjamas back on so I didn’t get cold.

Mom bent over, still nude and gave us each a goodnight kiss on the lips. She said good night and walked to her bedroom, giving us a great look at her bare ass.

After Mom closed her bedroom door, Mary and Siobhan, were both like, “Wow! Cool!” and, “Your mom’s so hot!” and, “You two looked great together naked!”

Earlier Mom had zipped Mary and my sleeping bags together into one big bag and we were all going to sleep together. Siobhan asked what else we do on a sleepover and Mary said, “Ghost stories!”

Mary turned off the lamp and held a flashlight under her face to look scary. She told The Monkey’s Paw. I’d heard her tell it before, but it always gave me the creeps.

When Mary was done, Siobhan said, “Yes, that’s a folk tale that comes from many countries. What it implies is rather unlikely to have ever happened. However, as we can clearly see by Katy’s reaction, the physiological implications can be quite frightening.” Then I turned the lamp back on.

“Well, I can talk to the dead,” I said, to show I wasn’t a ‘fraidy cat. I had us sit in a circle holding each other’s hands. I told them how there was a family buried in the basement, that had been killed by an escaped murderer.

The family had been kind and let him in from a storm. After they had fed him, the murderer killed the father and son. Then he raped the mother and daughter and then killed them too. He buried them all in the basement and then just lived here like he owned the place and they never caught him. The family haunted this house, but they never bothered me and Mom, because they were my friends.

Mary rolled her eyes and Siobhan sighed and said, “You expect us to believe that preposterous story?”

“I’m going to contact them right now,” I said. I held their hands tighter and in my deepest voice I said, “Einey weeny, chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak…”

Mary and Siobhan looked like something was going to happen. Then I let out a big fart and laughed.

Mary groaned and said, “Yuck! Very stinky spirits, Katy!”

Oddly enough, Siobhan laughed long and hard and said, “That was so silly.”

That was the first time I’d seen Siobhan really laugh.

We talked for a while. Then we got in the sleeping bag. Siobhan was in the middle. We left the lamp on ’cause we were just talking and we were thinking of putting on the TV.

“I can’t get the image of you and your mother nude together out of my mind, Katy,” said Siobhan. “It was so beautiful. It also left me feeling…” Siobhan trailed off.

Mary jumped right in, “Left you feeling horny?”

“If you must put it so crudely, Mary, yes, horny,” said Siobhan.

“Do you masturbate?” Mary asked.

“I have tried. I’ve inserted my finger into my vagina, but I fail to reach an orgasm.”

“Don’t you rub your clit?”

“I don’t think I have one.”

Mary laughed, “Of course you have one. Maybe you just need help finding it. I bet Katy and me can find it for you.”

“Perhaps, Mary. You told me that you and Katy kiss and engage in other homosexual behaviors. After seeing Katy and her mother nude together, I feel I may be best sexually stimulated by observing you both.”

Mary raised herself up on one elbow and looked over Siobhan, at me. “How ‘bout we let her watch us kiss, Katy?” Mary said.

“Um, okay, sure,” was all I could think to say. Me and Mary knelt over Siobhan’s head and began to kiss.

“My word,” said Siobhan. “This is so erotic. How beautiful. I find myself becoming very aroused watching you two.”

Now I felt like something really hot was going to happen after all. Then I thought how Mary was right again after all. How did she always manage to know everything? I didn’t care though. I was having fun kissing her while Siobhan watched us.

Then Mary broke the kiss, looked down at Siobhan and said, “Would you like to see me and Katy kissing bare naked?”

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Amanda Lynn

“So, as we saw from the video, King Tutankhamun or King Tut if you will, was an Egyptian Pharaoh who reigned from 1332 to 1323 BC during the 18th dynasty…”

Jessica followed the movements of her teacher as she crossed the distance from her desk to the chalkboard. The class had just finished watching a short film on the ‘Boy King’ and now their history teacher was preparing to scribble notes on the blackboard.

Thirty-year-old Jill Lessel, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, trim and fit, usually caught the attention of the teenage boys in her class. The clothes she wore, be it a simple skirt and blouse or a stylish pantsuit, were always school appropriate yet still complimented her figure and made her look sexy.

The boys weren’t the only ones who ogled her body as she moved about the front of the class. Fifteen-year-old Jessica Taylor also had succumbed to her beauty while in her presence. The difference between her and the boys, though, was that her thoughts were of sweet, gentle, romantic liaisons with her teacher, not the disgusting porn movie fuck scenes that the boys imagined.

Jessica smiled when Ms. Lessel began to write on the board. Not because of the notes she would have to take down, but because the sexy woman was wearing a snug pair of slacks. Jessica liked it when she wore slacks, simple because when she wrote on the board her perfect ass would wiggle, and the pants made it that much more erotic. Well, at least to Jessica it did.

“Who can tell me in which Kingdom Tut reigned?” Ms. Lessel asked the class.

“The Egyptian Kingdom,” someone called out near the back of the room, causing the other students to break into laughter.

Jill looked at the class. Corner of her mouth raised and brow furrowed. Damn, she looked so cute. “No, Steven. Not the Egyptian Kingdom. Let me rephrase the question. In which period of Egyptian history did King Tut reign?”

Jessica knew the answer. Her eyes might be focused on Ms. Lessel’s legs or butt or perfect smile during her classes, but she still absorbed all of what the woman taught. Maybe to impress her, but also because she enjoyed the subject matter, Jessica used to put her hand up to answer all the time — then often would be rewarded with teasing calls of teacher’s pet or brainiac or some similar taunt.

Jill looked around the room for several moments. When no one raised their hand, she looked at Jessica. “Jess, can you help the class out?”

Jessica cringed, waiting for a snide remark from someone. When none seemed to be forthcoming she replied in a timid voice, her eyes meeting Ms. Lessel’s, “The New Kingdom.”

“Correct. Nice to see someone was paying attention,” Jill said as she lightly touched Jessica’s shoulder before turning and walking back to the front of the class.

Jessica shuddered. The touch had been electric. A little thrill of excitement had shot through her, right down to her core. She suppressed her moan thinking just how much she wanted Ms. Lessel to touch her again, to touch her all over.

Absently she scissored her legs and squeezed them together as she felt the heat rise in her face. She looked up at Ms. Lessel, and found she was looking back with a strange grin on her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle just then. Oh, god. Did she see what I did? Jessica thought. Her face reddened even more.

For the rest of the class, she couldn’t look at Ms. Lessel’s face for fear of further embarrassment. She watched the board, or her notebook, or her teacher’s legs, her long gorgeous legs. Finally, the buzzer rang and Jessica, along with the rest of the class, scrambled from their seats.

“Don’t forget,” Jill called out. “Quiz tomorrow. Chapters five through seven.”

She was answered with grunts and groans and muffled curses. Jessica wasn’t worried, she would ace it. She always did. Jessica gave Ms. Lessel a quick look and a meek smile as she passed her desk on the way to the door.

“See you tomorrow, Jess. Have a pleasant evening.” Jill said in what seemed to Jessica to be a flirtatious voice.

“Bye,” was all she could manage to say as she hurried out the door. Well, it had been more of a squeak really, and her face burned once more.

Her head was spinning. Was Ms. Lessel flirting with her? Was that possible? No. She’d imagined it. She had to have, right? Regardless, her sex was wide awake to the possibility, and it wanted attention now.

“What was that all about?” A voice to her right said.

Jessica jumped at the sound, almost dropping the books she was carrying.

“Shit, Sam, you scared me!” She frowned at her friend Samantha, Sam for short. “What did you say?”

“I asked you what that was all about?”

“What was what all about?” Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jess, please,” Sam giggled. “You turned fifty shades of horny when she touched you.”

Jessica gave her a dirty look, and once again she felt the all too familiar heat in her face. Damn it to hell! She cursed herself.

“Exactly like that.” Sam pointed at her.

“It’ll never happen, you know,” she added after they’d walked a few feet down the hall.

“What won’t?” Jessica played dumb, hoping Sam would drop it.

“You and Ms. Lessel, dumb ass,” Sam teased. “She’s twice your age and she’s your teacher, for fuck sake. The only thing that would happen is heartbreak and humiliation for you, and prison for her,” her friend finished in a more serious tone.

Jessica stopped and studied Sam’s face. She was right. Jessica was just kidding herself if she thought anything good could come out of a relationship with Ms. Lessel. Actually, she didn’t know if Ms. Lessel was at all interested in her or even if she was interested in girls. But that wasn’t going to change the way Jessica felt when she was in Ms. Lessel’s classroom.

She sighed. “I know… but you have to admit she’s so gorgeous,” Jessica said as a smile returned to her face.

Sam groaned, rolling her eyes. “Yes Jess, she’s gorgeous. Now would you please forget about anything ever happening between you two?”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll keep my fantasies of her to my bedroom,” Jessica said with a sly grin.

“Fuck, Jess,” Sam replied with a chuckle, “I don’t need to know that!”

The buzzer rang, and the two girls headed into their next class.

*****

When Jessica arrived home after school, she found the front door locked as she knew it would be. Her parents were at work, and she didn’t expect them home for a couple of hours yet. Unlocking the door, she headed inside and secured it behind her. There were a few household chores that she was expected to do before her parents got home, but they were quick and simple tasks, so she knew she had time to take care of the ache that was between her legs first.

Heading upstairs to her bedroom she quickly pulled off her jeans and shirt. Jessica stood in front of the mirror and removed her bra and panties. She looked at her reflection and cupped her breasts. They were small and capped with pink nipples that were now rapidly stiffening at the playful touch of her fingers.

Her belly was flat and her legs strong, thanks mostly to the soccer and floor hockey teams she was on. Sam had been right. She had been all sorts of horny in history class, and it didn’t seem to have gone away. She had seen Ms. Lessel in the hall a couple of times after her history class, and she could have sworn she had seen her lick her lips as they passed.

Jessica moaned as she pushed her hand down through her trimmed bush and onto her sex. She was wet, no, she was soaked. She watched herself slide a finger through the slick folds of her labia only to have it disappear from sight as it plunged into her core. She twitched and grunted. Spreading her legs a little more, she pulled the finger out and brought it to her mouth. Slowly she sucked it clean, watching herself in the mirror.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” she said to her reflection. The reflection winked and gave her a naughty smile.

Moving to the side of her bed, Jessica sat down. Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she reached into the back and from under some clutter pulled out a battery-powered toothbrush. Sam had told her about this trick during a sleepover a few months ago when their conversation had turned to masturbation and sex toys.

She set the toothbrush on the nightstand, then stretched out on the bed, her head on the pillow. Jessica pinched at her nipples, twisting and pulling them. She sighed contentedly while images of her sexy history teacher played in her mind. Jessica pictured Ms. Lessel, Jill, in class at the chalkboard, her cute ass wiggling as she wrote.

She imagined Jill turning to face her, the only person in the class, and then slowly unbutton her blouse and push it off her shoulders.

Jessica moaned and moved one hand to her belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin as she caressed herself.

In her imagination, Jill had removed her pants and stood there, only feet from Jessica, in saucy red lingerie. She stared at Jessica with smoldering eyes as she licked her lips.

Jessica was beginning to pant, and she felt the heat in her face, across her chest, and between her legs. Her hand moved to her clit. It was swollen, and throbbed under her touch. She rubbed it with her finger in small, slow circles. She twitched and quivered while deep inside she felt the stirring of a developing storm.

Jill was beside her, in her mind’s eye, bent slightly at the waist and stroking her face with the back of her hand.

Jessica pushed her fingers through her silky-smooth folds and played with her lips, pulling at them, before slipping two fingers into her core. Pushing in as deep as she could, she pulled back only to drive her fingers in again. Jessica groaned and bucked as she fucked herself, the tempest in her belly growing stronger.

In her fantasy, Jessica was now naked and standing in front of her hot sexy teacher. Jill was touching her, fingering Jessica’s soaked cunt.

Jessica fumbled for her toothbrush. As soon as she found it, she turned it on and touched its smooth head to her hypersensitive clit. She bucked and sucked in sharply at the contact. Jessica held the vibrating head in place as the jolts of electricity flashed along every nerve in her body. She was breathing hard, gasping for air. Her bedroom was filled with the buzz of her makeshift vibrator along with her moans and curses as she approached orgasm.

Jill was now fingering her feverishly in her imagination, talking dirty and nibbling her ear.

“Fuck me, Jill! Fuck me!” Jessica screamed as the orgasm tore through her. She stiffened and arched her back off the bed. Jessica shook and twitched as she was swept away by the sweet ecstasy that washed over her.

The girl lay still with her eyes closed as the last of the aftershocks faded away. When her breathing returned to normal, she reached for the toothbrush that lay buzzing somewhere beside her. It had rolled under her leg after she dropped it during her orgasm.

“Oh, Jill,’’ she murmured softly.

She was doomed, she told herself, to spend the rest of her school days creaming her jeans every time she was near Ms. Lessel. She could look but never touch. Maybe she could live with that. Hell, it was only another three years until she finished high school. Jessica groaned at the idea and forced herself to get up. A quick shower, then chores and homework.

*****

“So? How was it?” Sam asked mischievously, plopping down on the seat beside Jessica.

Jessica looked at her friend as the school bus lurched away from the curb. “How was what?”

“The Lessel-flavored orgasm I just know you had yesterday,” she said as she poked her in the ribs.

Jessica flinched. “Absolutely awesome. Do you want the details?” she shot back with a grin.

“Hell no!” Sam laughed.

For the rest of the ride to school, they chatted and carried on. When the bus stopped in front of the school, they got off and headed inside to their lockers.

“Double history today, Jess. Are you going to be able to control yourself that long?” Sam goaded her friend after she looked at the schedule that was taped to the inside of her locker door.

“Well, if I can’t, you can relieve that itch for me.” Jessica waggled her eyebrows at Sam as she took the books she needed and closed her locker.

“You should only be so lucky,” Sam snorted.

“This from the straight chick,” Jessica laughed.

Jessica was glad that the double history periods were divided by their lunch break. She wasn’t sure if she could last a full eighty minutes in the same room as Ms. Lessel. Jessica was already in her seat, and smiled when her teacher entered the room.

Jill was wearing a tight sweater that emphasized her small, perfectly shaped breasts and a skirt that showed off her sexy legs. Jessica sighed softly and felt the heat in her groin grow. It’s going to be a long class, she thought. Thankfully she had a quiz to focus on for most of this period.

“Deep breaths, tiger. You can do this,” Sam whispered with a giggle from her seat in the row next to hers.

“Bite me.”

“Good morning all. Let’s get the painful part over with first, shall we? Everything off your desks, save a pen or pencil and eraser,” Jill said. Once she was satisfied that everyone was ready, she handed out the test papers.

As Jessica had expected, the quiz was a no-brainer for anyone who had bothered to read the chapters. She knew she had aced it and she could have handed in the paper and left the room, as was the standard practice when tests and quizzes were being taken. Instead, she opted to review her answers several times. Well, she gave the appearance of doing that. In reality, it was just an excuse to stay in the classroom a little longer and steal more glances of her oh so sexy teacher.

Ms. Lessel was sitting at her desk at the front of the class, busy working on a small stack of papers that lay in front of her. Jessica took the opportunity to look down at the large opening in the front of the desk and to Ms. Lessel’s long legs. They were crossed at the ankle and gently angled away from her chair. Jessica’s view was partially blocked by the desk, and she could only clearly see Ms. Lessel’s knees, calves, and feet, but that was okay. She traced the lines of her legs up and down, admiring everything about them.

Naughty thoughts were beginning to form in her mind. Her lips were dry, and she licked them. As she watched, Ms. Lessel uncrossed and then slowly spread her legs apart, wide. Jessica swallowed, cursing the desk for blocking her view. But then a bolt of fear shot through her. How long had she been staring? Was it a coincidence, or did the teacher spread her legs on purpose, for her?

She glanced up at Ms. Lessel and their eyes met. Jill was staring back at her, with that strange smile on her face again, the one that Jessica couldn’t quite read.

Jessica found herself frozen, unable to draw her eyes away from her teacher’s. Could she read what was on her mind? Was the expression on her face betraying what she felt inside? Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising. Jessica felt nervous, excited, even a bit scared. She could feel the arousal oozing from her.

She smiled meekly, then tore her gaze away from Ms. Lessel’s brilliant blue eyes and focused on the quiz paper in front of her. Jessica took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. When she was ready, she collected her books and stood up, but had to place a hand on her desk as her legs wobbled for a second. She approached Ms. Lessel’s desk, trying to avoid eye contact, and gave her the completed quiz.

“Thanks, Jess. See you next period,” Jill said sweetly.

Not trusting her voice, Jessica just nodded. She wanted to run from the room and scream. She was so incredibly turned on right now. Jessica turned and headed for the door, each step an effort, and it seemed as if the door was moving farther away with every step she took. Finally, the doorknob was in her hand, and she yanked the door open and stepped into the hall.

Jessica leaned with her back against the wall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Get a grip on yourself, Jess. In control once again, she dropped her books off at her locker and headed for the bathroom.

Seated on a toilet, she relieved her bladder and wiped herself. Her clit was still begging for attention, and it reminded her of that when she brushed against it while wiping. She would just have to ignore that until she got home… or would she? Sitting in the silence of the bathroom, she looked at her watch and saw that she had about 15 minutes before the buzzer rang for lunch. Do I dare? Jessica giggled.

She hesitated briefly, then wet two fingers with her mouth, touched them to her sex, and began to rub. A soft moan escaped her as she increased the tempo of her moving fingers. Jessica was breathing harder now, and the pressure was building deep inside. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she spread her legs the best she could, her surroundings faded away.

It was getting closer and closer. Jolts of pleasure were racing up and down her spine. The thrill of getting off in the girls’ room and the possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement. Only a few wonderful minutes later it took her. Jessica had to bite down on her fist to keep from screaming. She jerked and twitched and whimpered as the orgasm washed over her.

As the exquisite pleasure faded away, she waited until her breathing slowed. Wiping herself again, she stood, pulled up her pants and flushed. Jessica jumped when she opened the door to the stall. Leaning against the counter, ankles crossed and arms folded across her chest, Sam was looking at her with an eyebrow raised and a wide grin on her face.

“Damn, girl! Couldn’t you wait until after school?” she said with a giggle.

“How long… how much… I mean…” Jessica stammered. She was a bit embarrassed that she had been caught, but it also sent a little wave of excitement through her.

“Enough. Maybe next time you should lock the door.” Sam pointed at the deadbolt lock. “But hey, don’t sweat it. You’re not the first girl to Jill off.” Sam chuckled, “See what I did there? Jill off? You know, Jill…”

“I get it. Very funny,” Jess snorted. “And just how do you know that other girls are doing it too?”

“Same way I know you were. Now, come on, it’s almost lunch time, but wash your hands first. You smell like pussy.”

Jessica gave Sam a playful punch to the shoulder, then washed her hands before they left the bathroom. As they stepped into the hall, the buzzer sounded, and the once empty corridor was soon filled with a multitude of students heading for their lockers, the cafeteria, or outside.

After they finished lunch, Jessica and Samantha made their way back to the classroom for their second history period. They were early, and they passed the time with idle chit-chat.

“By the way,” Sam said. “I won’t be able to go to the dance Friday night.”

“Oh? How come?” Jessica asked, feeling a bit disappointed. She wanted to go, but only if Sam was going. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have a good time or anything. It just would have been more fun with her best friend there.

“Davy’s birthday. Mom wants the family to go for supper and then a movie.”

“Oh, well. There’s always the next dance I guess,” Jess said with a sigh.

“Nothing’s stopping you from going,” Sam said, sensing her friend’s disappointment.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s just not the same.”

Sam chuckled, “Just think. Without me there, some pretty girl might take pity and you could get lucky. Maybe even Becky Wilson.” Sam leaned in to whisper the name of the school’s prissy head cheerleader.

Jessica shot her a dirty look. “I wouldn’t give that arrogant bitch, or the rest of the airhead cheerleaders, the time of day!” she growled.

Sam laughed out loud. “Relax Jess, I was kidding.”

“Fine. Besides, what makes you think I need a pity fuck anyway?” Jessica questioned her friend with a hushed voice.

“Really, Jess? Do I need remind you of the bathroom?”

Before she had a chance to respond, Jill entered the room, her arms full of books and papers. Somehow, she also managed to carry a cup of coffee. When she reached her desk, it quickly became apparent that she couldn’t unload her arms without either spilling the coffee or dropping the papers she was carrying.

After a couple of aborted attempts, she looked over at Jessica. “Jess, would you be a dear and give me a hand here?”

Jessica swallowed hard. Snap out of it you silly twit. You can do this, she said to herself.

“Go on, Jess. Your damsel in distress awaits,” Sam whispered.

She looked over at Sam and shot her a dirty look, then got up and made her way to the desk. Jessica just stood there not quite knowing what she should do.

“If you could take my coffee for me, that would be great. Careful, it’s hot.”

“Huh? Coffee, of course,” she stammered then reached for the cup. For just a moment their fingers touched as she eased the cup from her teacher’s hand. Jessica willed herself to keep from shaking as she lowered the steaming cup of coffee to the desk.

After Jill set the pile of books and paper safely on the desk, she looked up and smiled at Jessica. Again, their eyes met, and Jessica felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach. Then she felt Ms. Lessel’s hand touch hers. Her thumb gently caressed Jessica’s knuckles and time seemed to stop.

“Thanks, sweetie. You’re a lifesaver,” Jill said in a low voice that sounded all too seductive to Jessica.

Jessica just stood there staring into the woman’s eyes. She knew she should say something but words wouldn’t come. She was completely lost in the moment.

“Jessica? Are you okay?” Jill asked.

Hearing her name, she was brought back to the here and now. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Umm… you’re welcome.” She gave Ms. Lessel a smile then headed back to her desk feeling like a fool. You idiot! she thought to herself.

As she sat, the buzzer sounded, and the rest of her classmates wandered in and took their seats. Ms. Lessel instructed the class to read the next couple of chapters while she finished marking the quizzes, then they would go over them together.

Jessica looked at the words on the pages of her textbook, but she didn’t see them. She was thinking about their fingers touching around the coffee cup, about her thumb caressing Jessica’s hand. Was the woman flirting with her or not? Did she dare hope?

Her daydream was interrupted by a test paper being placed on the book in front of her. A large 100% and a smiley face in red ink topped the first page.

“Good job, Jess,” Jill said before she moved down the aisle.

When Jessica turned the page of the test paper, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. In the center of the page, on a yellow sticky, she saw a handwritten note. Hope to see you at the dance, it read, and was signed with a single capital J and a little heart and smiley face.

Jessica quickly pulled the note off the page and shoved it in her pocket, hoping Sam hadn’t noticed. Ms. Lessel passed by her again, and Jessica stiffened as she felt fingertips subtly brush against her arm.

For the rest of the class, Jessica just watched dreamily as Ms. Lessel reviewed the quiz. When the buzzer sounded, she didn’t make any effort to move and was rewarded with a swat to the back of her shoulder.

“Come on, Jess. Get your head out of the clouds,” Sam coaxed.

Jessica grunted then gathered her stuff. She returned the smile that Ms. Lessel gave her as she followed Sam out of the room.

Continue on to Chapter 2

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