AUTHORS NOTE:
This story contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sexual acts between high school teenagers and adults. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
This story is a work of fiction. The characters contained within do not refer to any actual persons either living or dead. The "Everson School for Girls" is a fictionalized place created solely for literary purposes and does not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether wholly or in part.
Miss Johnson
Part XII -- Capitulation, part 2
Amanda rose to shake hands. "Hello, Ms. Jackson. It's nice to meet you."
Cynthia took Amanda's hand and put the other on her shoulder. "No, no, please! Don't get up," she said. "Come, sit back and make yourself at home. And, please, by all means, call me Cynthia."
"Thank you, Cynthia." Amanda sat back down and smiled. She was beginning to feel at ease, comforted by the deceptively soothing sound of Cynthia's voice.
"Not at all." Cynthia sat in a plush chair next to Amanda.
So...You're Amanda Martin,' she thought in quiet appraisal, taking a very brief moment to take in the teenaged form she'd soon be seducing - supple skin, fine features, thin, firm body. Beautiful,' her thoughts continued. You're even lovelier than your photograph.' The idea made Cynthia very excited, quietly eager to sample the budding fruit that lay between the unsuspecting teenagers wonderfully long legs. But that would come soon enough. First things first,' she mused -- time to play the part.
"I had a conversation with Ms. Reed over at Everson, and she tells me you've been quite upset of late. Would you like to tell me what's going on?"
Amanda took a deep breath. She started to speak, but then --
"I'm sorry," she paused. "I just don't know if I..." her voice trailed off.
"Amanda, it's Ok," Cynthia responded. "You're perfectly safe here. You can say anything to me, and no harm will come to you. So, please, try again -- what's happened that has bothered you so?"
Here we go,' Amanda thought, feeling as though she were about to step off a cliff. Courage...' Amanda took another deep breath and looked Cynthia right in the eye.
"Our 12th grade English teacher is having sex with my best friend."
Cynthia's head snapped up. Her frown was very convincing. "Really," she said. "Well, that would be quite upsetting, indeed. How do you know this?"
The moment of truth. Amanda smiled. Tears were in her eyes. "I saw them."
Cynthia's eyebrows went up. "You saw them? You actually witnessed them having a sexual encounter?"
Amanda nodded.
"Amanda, this is very important. I do not doubt your word at all, but I'm sure you can understand the difference between knowing something for fact and a misunderstanding. So let's review this very slowly and carefully. Ok?"
Amanda nodded again. "Ok."
"Alright, very good. Now, when you say you saw them, what exactly did you see?"
Amanda paused, trying to find the right words. "Our teacher -- Miss Johnson is her name -- was wearing one of those strap things around her waist."
"A `strap thing'..."
"Yes. You know, one of those things women use for sex with other women."
"You mean a strap-on dildo?"
Another nod. "She was doing to Nicole what a guy would do."
"Nicole -- that's your friend?"
"Yes.
Cynthia paused momentarily to process what Nicole was saying. "So, you saw them having intercourse."
Another nod and more tears.
"I see." Cynthia paused again. "Where did this take place?"
Amanda grimaced before answering. "In our classroom at school."
"The classroom?" Cynthia fought to contain her own excitement at learning the details of Sheila's tryst with Nicole that had resulted in Amanda coming to see her. Sheila had purposely omitted those particulars when she contacted Cynthia earlier in the week to ask her to come to Everson - "It's all arranged; you should be receiving a phone call in a day or two," was all the thirty-eight year old English teacher said to her, wanting instead for Cynthia to find out what happened on her own in order to heighten the moment. Even still, Cynthia had to admit Sheila had taken an enormous risk, using her classroom of all places in order to accomplish her fait accompli. Good old Sheila,' she thought, Always finding radical ways to spice things up.' Admittedly, though, it had worked -- Amanda was here, and all the subterfuge to this point was about to pay very large and very sensuous dividends. But there was still work to be done before playtime began, so Cynthia returned to the moment, taking great care to feign surprise and support in order to keep Amanda off her guard -- something she was very good at, almost as good as Miss Johnson.
"My goodness...Amanda, was this the only time you witnessed this?"
Amanda calmed herself. "Yes, but it's been going on now for some time."
"How do you know?"
"There have been other things -- it goes all the way back to when we started school in September."
"You and Nicole."
"Yes."
Cynthia got up and sat next to Amanda, taking the young girl's trembling hand.
"Amanda, look at me," her voice was strong.
Amanda looked up at Cynthia, her eyes already red and puffy.
"It's going to be alright -- do you understand? I'm going to help you, and everything is going to be alright. But you have to trust me. Can you do that?"
Amanda nodded silently, her lower lip beginning to quiver.
"Alright, then," the older woman continued. "Just relax and take it easy. I want you to tell me as much as you can about what's been going on. Start at the beginning, and tell me as much detail as you feel comfortable."
"Did Amanda see us fucking?"
Miss Johnson hesitated briefly. "Why don't you come over here & sit down, Miss Taylor..."
"STOP IT!!!" Nicole's outburst came as a shriek. "STOP IT WITH ALL OF YOUR BULLSHIT AND ANSWER ME!!! DID NICOLE SEE US FUCKING IN THE CLASSROOM?!?!?!?!?"
"Miss Taylor!!!" Miss Johnson's own voice rose as she spoke slowly, trying to regain control. "Calm down and lower your voice right now. You are in MY home, and I will NOT tolerate..."
There was a dresser just inside the entrance to the bedroom, and on it was an empty wine bottle placed there as an adornment. Nicole reached for its neck quickly and smashed the body against the dresser, spewing glass in a shatteringly loud display of intense rage, leaving a jagged edge that Nicole held firmly in her grasp. She pointed it at Miss Johnson as she advanced forward, the look on her face one of uncontrollable wrath as she slowly started speaking.
"Listen to me very carefully, you fucking sadistic bitch. Whatever this...this thing' between us was, it's over -- as of now. I'm out. It's bad enough I allowed you to trick me into it with hypnosis, but that's fine. I'll eat that responsibility cause I had the choice to stay or leave after that. But I will NOT under ANY circumstances allow you to drag Amanda into it as well! I mean it, lady! I'll go to the school, my parents, the cops, the FBI -- ANYBODY who'll listen to me, and you damn well better know that they WILL listen! Do you understand me?"
It was now Miss Johnson's turn to be horrified, clearly on the defensive. She stood there silently, unable to move.
"And then two days ago she asked me to come back to class after school...so I went back...and..." Amanda's closed her eyes, her voice trembling. She'd been recounting the events of the school year to date for the last thirty minutes. Now, as she was coming to the end of it, she was crying again. Saying the words was almost impossible.
"That's alright, Amanda, you don't have to go into detail." Cynthia was being very understanding. It was almost time -- just one other small detail should be enough to do the trick. She paused for a moment before continuing. "Your friendship with Nicole means a great deal to you, doesn't it?"
Amanda nodded silently.
"You both came from California together, correct?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about your friendship."
The teenager opened her eyes and smiled. "She's the greatest. We've known each other since we were small. Our fathers co-own a large software company, and our families are very close. We've done it all together -- school, parties, boys, shopping. You name it. She's the closest thing to a sister I've ever had. We've shared everything, we've fought, made up, fought again. But we always knew we were on the same side. But now...now..." She couldn't finish the sentence and started sobbing.
Cynthia took her cue and stood up, reaching into her jacket pocket. "Alright, I think I've heard enough. I think the first thing we should do is get you to calm down a little bit. Now, why don't you have a look at this for just a moment..."
"But I don't WANT to calm down!!!...I don't want to calm down...I don't want...to calm down...I don't want...to calm...I don't...I..."
Amanda's voice trailed off into silence, her eyes transfixed on the brilliant green crystal dangling from Cynthia's hand -- the same crystal Cynthia used with Nicole. Amanda just stared at the glowing form, the complex light patterns already working to calm and relax the teenager's mind. Amanda's eyes became glassy, then closed completely.
"Much better," she said, putting the jewel back in her coat pocket. "Can you hear me, Amanda?"
"Yes." Amanda's voice was slightly above a whisper.
"Good." Cynthia undid the front button on her suit coat. She then took off the garment and laid it on the chair. "Now, you had mentioned that you and Nicole had gotten into an argument the morning after Nicole's first meeting with Miss Johnson."
"Yes."
Cynthia was now unbuttoning her shirt. "Were you jealous?"
"Yes."
"Because Miss Johnson showed more interest in Nicole?"
"Yes."
She pulled the shirt tails out from her dress slacks and slipped out of her shirt, folding it neatly and placing it with her suit jacket. She then unzipped her pants. "When you saw Miss Johnson and Nicole in the classroom, were you jealous then?"
A pause. "Yes."
The pants dropped to the floor. Cynthia picked them up and placed them on the chair, standing before Amanda in nothing but black laced bra and panties. "Did you like what you saw?"
"Yes."
Cynthia reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. "Did you find it exciting? Did it arouse you?"
Another pause. "Yes."
The bra straps fell from her shoulders. Cynthia then slipped the cups off and slid the brassiere down her arms, exposing her own massive overabundance. "Did you wish it was you being fucked instead of Nicole?"
A longer pause this time. "Yes."
Cynthia slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked. "So that's why you were jealous -- you wanted to be the one having sex instead of Nicole."
"Yes."
Cynthia sat down on the chaise next to Amanda and started gently stroking the young girl's hair. Her voice was husky now. "Would you like to experience that now?"
A last long pause. "Yes."
Cynthia smiled. "Very good. Just relax."
Cynthia leaned forward and kissed Amanda, parting the young girl's lips with her tongue and probing deeply. She pushed Amanda's shoulders and leaned her back onto the chaise. The dark skinned woman continued exploring Amanda's mouth, her hand sliding underneath Amanda's uniform skirt to find her panties underneath.
"Miss Taylor, put that down."
"DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!?!?"
"Miss Taylor, please!" Miss Johnson was trying very hard to regain control, but Nicole was note making it easy. "I understand you're upset, but..."
"Upset?" Nicole lowered her voice a little. "You're lucky I don't slice & dice your ass right year, you miserable, perverted little fucking piece of..."
"ENOUGH!!!" The older woman expected a reaction, but not this. She would have to try something different. "Nicole, please...Just sit down on the bed. Please!"
Nicole regained a portion of self-control and sat down on the bed. She maintained the angry look in her eye.
"My goodness." Miss Johnson was in disbelief. "This was absolutely the last thing I expected. What on earth did I do to deserve such treatment, Miss Taylor?"
Now it was Nicole's turn to be in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. Gee, let's stop and think about that -- first, you seduce me. Then you fuck me three ways from Sunday on repeated occasions. You have me get into it with you AND another woman. You do me in my room -- RIGHT NEXT TO Amanda! You then fuck me in the classroom with my ass hanging in mid-air for the ENTIRE WORLD to see. And now, my best friend whom I love and whom I've hurt terribly is sick -- very possibly on OUR ACCOUNT!!! Did I leave anything out?"
"You really have me made out to be some sort of sordid monster, don't you?"
"Well, what the hell did you expect?"
"Alright, let's try and put a little bit of rational perspective on this, shall we? Did I not tell you that you could choose not to come back here if that was what you wished?"
"Yes, I said that already."
"Did you not enjoy each of our experiences together?"
Nicole looked down at the floor. "Yes," she answered meekly.
"Have I hurt you in any way?"
Another meek response. "No."
"There." Miss Johnson's toned had grown authoritative. "I think you've misjudged me, Miss Taylor -- badly."
Nicole looked at her teacher once again, her voice strong again as she pointed the broken bottle right at Miss Johnson's Adam's apple. "You look me in the eye and tell me you weren't planning to get Amanda involved with us. You look me in the eye and TELL ME THAT!!!"
The older woman frowned. She was cornered. "Yes, I was planning on just that. I thought she might enjoy our experiences as much as you have."
Nicole lowered her voice again for effect. "She's not involved in this. Any of it. Neither of us is. It's over. From this point on, you are our English teacher, and we are your students -- and that's all."
The teacher did not doubt for a second the seriousness in Nicole's voice. "You feel very strongly about this, don't you?"
"You bet your ass I do."
Miss Johnson put her hands behind her back and walked over to the window to look outside. "Very well," she said after a long pause. "Enough, then. Our association is discontinued."
"I want your word on it, Miss Johnson."
"You have it," the older woman continued. "It is now clear to me that this arrangement is more upsetting to you than it is pleasurable, therefore defeating its intended purpose. You have my sincerest apologies, Miss Taylor. I did not intend to inflict pain or harm, on either yourself or Miss Martin. The experiences I chose were meant to help you expand your own womanhood as well as to be fun, and that includes our encounter in the classroom. I sincerely hope you'll agree that at least SOME of them were enjoyable."
Nicole temporized. She didn't buy it. Miss Johnson's penchant for deception had not been lost on Nicole, especially in light of the manner of their recent activity together. It seemed too easy. "How do I know this isn't some sort of trick?"
"Oh, you may rely on me, Miss Taylor. Being threatened and accused of shameless debauchery beyond sensibility or reason -- AND at the point of a sharp object - is quite over the top, don't you think?" The older woman held out her hand. "Please?"
Nicole relented. It seemed sincere enough. She used her other hand to grab the bottle by its broken body and pointed the handle at Miss Johnson. The teacher took the makeshift shank and breathed a big sigh of relief.
"So," said Nicole. "That's it? It's over? It's all REALLY over?"
Miss Johnson looked right at Nicole and lied. "Yes. It's over."
"......uuuuuugggggghhhhhh......uuuuuuugggggghhhhhh......oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..... . uuuuuugggggghhhhhh......aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!......"
Amanda stiffened as she came, her juices flooding Cynthia's mouth. Her exposed breasts were puffy and stiff after being well suckled, and her well moistened pussy was being dutifully attended to by Cynthia's lips and tongue. The older woman proved to be every bit an expert at pleasing teenaged girls as her cohort, Miss Johnson, and she put every bit of that proficiency to work as Amanda came for the second time.
"Did you like that, Amanda," Cynthia inquired in between licks, her voice deep and dripping with lust.
"Yes...ooohhh, yyyeeesss..."
"Would you like me to stop?"
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!......no, please......don't stop......"
Cynthia sealed off Amanda's hardened clit with her mouth and sucked gently, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from the teenager. "That dildo you saw -- would you like to feel it inside you?"
"......oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss..." Amanda was about to cum again.
"And feel it you shall. You're going to throb for me, young lady. You're going to be stroked, licked, fondled, caressed, and much, much more. You're going to spasm and gush, and then spasm again -- you're going to love every minute of it," Cynthia's voice descended into a sensual growl as she inserted a finger deep inside Amanda's vagina. She stroked deep inside while using her tongue to make Amanda cum once more.
Nicole sat down on the bed, putting her head in her hands and closing her eyes. She took two or three deep breaths, allowing for the tension of the last 4 months to slowly ooze out of her. Relief. Sheer relief. It was over -- finally, all over.
Or so she thought.
The teacher went to her dresser and removed a small box from the top drawer. "I was going to save this until our last evening together," she said. "But, under the circumstances, I see no reason for you not to have it now."
She handed the box to Nicole.
Nicole lifted her head to take a look at the older woman's offering. "What is it?"
"A gift, Miss Taylor," she said. "Go ahead. Open it."
Nicole took the box from Miss Johnson and opened it up. Lying inside against the crushed velvet interior was a beautiful crystal perfume bottle filled with a golden liquid and topped with an old fashioned silver perfumery atomizer and ball shaped hand pump.
"I don't understand," Nicole said.
Miss Johnson sat down next to Nicole. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression," she started. "We've touched on this briefly before, but I'm not sure if I was exactly clear. At the risk of being crass, you are not the first student that I've...'tutored,' shall we say?"
Nicole had already figured that one out on her own, but didn't say anything as the teacher continued.
"In the past, whenever an association with a student came to an end, I always made a habit of offering something special as a means of remembrance." She reached out and touched the bottle. "That's what this is. Think of it as a `going away' present, a reflection of our experiences together - and my own opinion of what a beautiful and sensuous young lady you've matured into." The older woman reached out and stroked Nicole's hair.
Nicole looked at the bottle. "This looks expensive."
Miss Johnson raised her eyebrows. "That would be correct. Good perfumes usually are. This one is specially made from Egypt - definitely not something you'd find in the local department store. Incidentally, that's not a cologne or eau de toilette -- that's eau de parfum you're holding in your hands."
`Woa,' Nicole thought. The teenager didn't have a great deal of jewelry or perfume of her own, but she knew enough from shopping with her Mother to know that the best French perfumes were eau de parfum -- some as much as $2,000 an ounce. Nicole almost said she couldn't accept, but considering everything that had happened over the last several weeks, indulging herself with a small amount of luxury didn't seem unreasonable.
"I don't know what to say."
Miss Johnson chuckled. "Well, saying `thank you' is the normally accepted response."
Nicole felt guilty all of a sudden. She had, after all, returned willingly after their first meeting, and all other things aside, her experiences with Miss Johnson had been pleasurable to say the least. Now, here she was, after losing her temper and threatening her English teacher with a broken bottle...
"Look, I'm sorry about..."
Miss Johnson cut her off, placing her hand on the young girl's shoulder. "It's alright, Miss Taylor. I should've known this situation was becoming far more stressful then you were able to handle. That was my fault, and I sincerely apologize. You have nothing to feel bad about -- nothing at all." The older woman sat up straight and sighed. "Well, this has certainly been an interesting evening. Come, Miss Taylor, aren't you at all curious to learn what your new gift smells like?"
Nicole brought the bottle up to her nose to sniff the nozzle, but the older woman stopped her. "No, no - not that way. Here, let me show you." She took the bottle from Nicole and pointed the nozzle just in front of the teenagers face, squeezing the hand pump and forcing out a small cloud of mist. "Now smell."
Nicole put her face into the mist and took a deep breath. It was beautiful, hinting of jasmine and...
All of a sudden, Nicole felt very light headed, and she was having trouble focusing. Her faced felt very flushed.
Nicole fell backwards, Miss Johnson catching her as she fell and laying her gently on the bed. The older woman leaned over her just as the teenager was about to lose consciousness.
"Just relax, Miss Taylor," the older woman smiled. "I'll see you shortly."
"And who have we here?"
Nicole was still groggy when she opened her eyes, but when her faculties had completely returned to her she was able to make out the seductive smile of Cynthia Jackson, the dark skinned woman's unclad and very imposing form leaning over Nicole as she sat beside the teenager on Miss Johnson's enormous bed. Nicole needed another moment to realize that she, too, was fully naked, and caught her breath slightly as she did so.
"Ah, welcome back to us ladies," Nicole recognized Miss Johnson's voice and looked over to see the older women standing next to the bed on the other side with her hands on her hips -- also fully naked. "At long last, here we are all together."
It was only then that Nicole felt a presence beside her. Her heart stopped when she discovered who it was.
"Mandi..."
"Nicki?"
Amanda lay beside Nicole too frightened to move or to cover up her exposed body. Nicole immediately recognized the look on her face, one of terrified excitement of knowing and yet not knowing what was about to happen -- the same one Nicole herself wore on that first September night when her decent into the lesbian erotic began.
"You said it was all over..."
"Yes, I know I did," Miss Johnson smiled. "I lied."
"You said you would keep Amanda out of it!"
"Oh, I never made that promise, Miss Taylor," the teacher said. "In fact, Miss Martin has only recently expressed a keen interest in joining our little group -- isn't that right, my dear?"
Mandi trembled as she spoke. "I...I don't..."
"Shhh," The older woman sat beside her and put her fingers to Amanda's lips. "It's alright, Miss Martin -- nothing to be nervous about." She leaned over and began to softly stroke the side of Amanda's face with the back of her hand, her big breasts already heaving. "Did you enjoy your time with Ms Jackson?"
"Yes," Amanda answered meekly. Nicole could feel Cynthia's fingertips softly stroking her stomach.
"Would you like it to stop?"
Nicole could hardly believe her ears at the answer that came from Mandi's mouth.
"No..."
The teacher smiled sweetly. "Then, it won't." She knelt down and kissed Amanda softly on the mouth...and then again, lingering...
"Mandi, no..." Nicole reached over and tried to stop what was happening, only to be silenced herself by Cynthia's mouth and tongue, the dark skinned woman's fingers already gliding gently between Nicole's quickly opening thighs...
And so it was in this quiet New England town, the activities in this particular bedroom completely oblivious to the rest of the outside world. While the neighbors on this quiet little street slept soundly, safely snug from the bitter December cold, there would be very little sleep for the inhabitants of this house -- two teenaged girls from California, mutually seduced into an unimaginable journey of sexual exploration, their mouths both filled with the tongues of two women possessed by an insatiably lascivious lust.
Thus the night began - one which started so innocently for both girls, turning quickly into a fervidly passionate encounter neither of them would ever forget.