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 VI - The Next Step
8:59 am.
That's what the clock said. Nicole had been staring at it since she woke up. She'd been up for almost an hour, and the clock was the first thing that captured her attention. Almost nine - just about time to get out of bed.
But Nicole didn't move. She just sat there and stared, not really seeing the time but letting her thoughts drift off into space.
'What the hell am I doing here?' she spoke aloud, grateful that no one was around to hear. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, careful to keep her naked form covered as she moved about.
It was getting to be quite a familiar scene - her in waking up in Miss Johnson's guest room after a night of tumultous sex, wearing absolutely nothing. It had only happened once before, but Nicole was beginning to feel more at home here than in her dorm room back at Everson - a point that bothered her immensely.
This was the fourth time Nicole had engaged in some version of wanton sexual activity with her thirty-eight year old English teacher - if that, indeed, is what it was to be called. Others with more experience would've characterized the events of the last two weeks as the slow and deliberate seduction of a young and impressionable teenaged high school student into a web of depraved erotic debauchery, a situation brought about by a licentious and sexually overdriven educator who used her position to prey on her own students. Only this time was different. Before, Nicole had been seduced or enticed or coerced or whathaveyou, being nothing more than a means of satisfaction for the older woman's libidinous appitites.
But not this time. This time, Nicole had chosen to be here and to allow the thirty-something spinstress to lavish upon her all the delicate, mind-bending perversions associated with such adult interactions. The fact that she had come to Miss Johnson's the night before voluntarily should have gone a long way towards alleviating any lingering doubts about her desire or willingness to take part. Still, doubts did linger.
It was an impossible situation. That she was having an illicit (and now consensual) sexual affair with her high school English teacher was bad enough. That Miss Johnson was a woman strained the limits of acceptability in circles Nicole knew outside of Everson, and only served to make matters much more complicated - and much more dangerous. Something this scandalous, no matter how incredibly pleasurable or alluring it might be, would have wide sweeping consequences that would effect her for the rest of her life if it ever reached the light of day.
What was she THINKING? Did she think AT ALL? Was she COMPLETELY INSANE? What if someone found out? What if they got caught, or her mother and father learned of what she was doing? Yes, Miss Johnson did things to her...unspeakable, wonderful things...and made her feel things she'd never felt before, but WHAT WAS THE POINT?!? What did it all mean? What was it beyond the experience itself that made her choose to put EVERYTHING at risk...her reputation, her future, her relationship with her parents...
...Amanda?
Amanda...
It was the one thing Nicole couldn't shake. A very solid wall had been raised between her and her best friend, and that left Nicole feeling very empty inside. Her friendship with Mandy meant more to her than anything in the world; the fact that this...this...whatever this was...had come between them was something Nicole never would have thought impossible. The two had been virtually inseparable since well before high school. They shared everything, and knew a lot more about each other than either of their parents knew. A very special bond existed between them, making them more like sisters than friends. Now, that bond seemed to be inexorably broken, and Nicole wondered how - or if - it could ever be rebuilt. It was, of course, all her fault - or so she believed. She was the one who allowed this all to happen by not heeding Amanda's warnings to begin with. Nicole let out a heavy sigh, mulling over if and how she would ever cope without her very best friend. What would she do?
It was a rock too large to be sitting on shoulders as young as Nicole's, and yet such a blatantly broad and potentially damaging reality could not be ignored by anyone, much less an inexperienced eighteen-year old. As disconcerting a thought as it appeared to be, however, Nicole let it slip away as thoughts much more intimate - and more intoxicating - pushed their way her into the forefront of her mind.
It had been well into the early hours of the morning when Miss Johnson finally escorted Nicole to the guest room and put her to bed. The two made love for almost five hours straight, and in every which way imaginable. Miss Johnson more than lived up to her promise of a very intense experience, tapping her extensive sexual repertoire to arouse Nicole into a heightened state of perpetual sexual pleasure, a single and seemingly continuous erotic convulsion that lasted throughout the night. Nicole surrendered willingly, orgasm after orgasm following and clinging to her ravaged body without thought or care. Nicole had even sampled the taste of another woman's flesh for the first time, clumsily sucking on one of Miss Johnson's fulsome mounds while impaled on her massive cock. Miss Johnson rewarded her efforts with throaty words of endearment, stroking Nicole's hair and holding the teenagers head lovingly against her enormous chest.
Nicole closed her eyes and slid her hand down between her legs, her thoughts coming squarely to rest on the evenings final tryst...
Miss Johnson had Nicole pinned against the bedroom door in another passionate embrace, her tongue once again exploring deeply into the teenagers mouth. Her strong hands roamed freely all over Nicole's body, massaging her swollen breasts, tweaking the already well hardened nipples. She moved in between Nicole's thighs and rubbed the young girl's mound with her leg, feeling the wetness from Nicole's pussy running all over her own thigh. Her hand soon followed, stroking Nicole's clit and slipping two fingers deep into the teenagers vagina, prompting a powerful moan into her own mouth.
Miss Johnson then lifted one of Nicole's thighs around her hips, using her other hand to slip her over-sized organ into Nicole for the evening's last jaunt into rapturous paradise. The teenager broke their kiss and moaned loudly as she felt the massive head moving deep inside her again. Miss Johnson stood taller than her young charge, and the height difference allowed her to penetrate Nicole with ease, moving her hips with determination and purpose up and in between Nicole thighs, her cock plunging time and again into Nicole's dripping pussy.
Suddenly, Miss Johnson put her hands on Nicole's ass cheeks and lifted her off the floor, moving away from the door. The move caught Nicole by surprise, who instinctively wrapped her legs around her teacher's hips to hang on, her arms clinging tightly to Miss Johnson's shoulders. The older woman was now in complete control, and in this position was able to simultaneously lower Nicole onto her fake manhood while thrusting upwards, her breasts crushing into Nicole's, nipples rubbing together, producing a very powerful - and predictable - result.
Nicole thrust a finger deep into her own vagina as she vividly recalled Miss Johnson moving her up-and-down, up-and-down, the huge dildo sliding deep within her with each successive thrust. Miss Johnson was quite strong despite her curvaciousness, allowing her to hold on tightly to Nicole's ass to support the teenager while she held her. Nicole was instantly overwhelmed, her senses drowning in a deluge of sexual overstimulus. She hung on for dear life, bracing herself for the herculean wave she knew was coming as Miss Johnson plunged ahead ceaselessly, carrying on the mammoth fuck with unrelenting precision. She found Nicole's mouth once again, kissing her deeply and driving her cock deeper and deeper inside the young teenager.
It wasn't long before Miss Johnson felt Nicole's body stiffening in her arms as a furiously powerful climax suddenly possessed the teenager. She groaned loudly, practically crushing Miss Johnson from the force of being engulfed in her own pleasure. When she arrived back down to Earth, she went limp and released her hold around the older woman. Miss Johnson struggled to hang on to Nicole's sweat drenched body, the young girl's chest heaving uncontrollably as she fought to catch her breath. The teacher kissed Nicole on the lips and face, wiping the moisture away and whispering in Nicole's ear, "I think that will be enough for this evening's lesson, Miss Taylor."
Those last words lingered in Nicole's mind, her hand working furiously at her own clitoris to bring about a release, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Nicole lurched out of her masturbatory and quickly sat up in bed, pulling the sheets to her chest to cover herself as the door opened. Miss Johnson stuck her head inside.
"Good morning," she smiled. "Did I disturb you?"
"No," Nicole said nervously, catching her breath. "No, I was just getting ready to get up."
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"Um...sure." Nicole felt like she was back in her parents house, covering up for when she was doing something she wasn't supposed to. She wondered if she had made any discernable noise during her clumsy little momentary foray - or, more importantly, if Miss Johnson had heard her.
Miss Johnson closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed. She was wearing the same black silk robe Nicole remembered from last week.
"So, how are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Ah...yes," Nicole smiled back. "I slept very well. Thank you," She was trying to shield her embarrassment at having almost been caught playing with herself, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
Miss Johnson immediately recognized Nicole's nervousness - along with the young girls flushed expression. "Still feeling somewhat self conscious, are we?"
"Huh? Oh, no!" Nicole's lie was not very convincing. "Not at all! I was just, um...feeling a little cold. That's all." She lay back down on the bed, clutching the sheet tightly to her chest.
"Ah, I see," Miss Johnson nodded with a sly smile, untying the sash on her robe. "I think I know just the thing to warm you up a bit." She slipped the robe off her shoulders.
Nicole felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes were filled once more with the sight of her English teacher's incredible physique. She was beginning to refer to it in her own mind as "that body", the only reasonable way she could describe what to her was the closest thing to physical perfection she'd ever imagined. Nicole had been in bed with Miss Johnson twice now - a fact she still hadn't quite come to grips with - and yet it still astonished her to see her naked. It was an understandable reaction. Up until now, Nicole's own personal experience with the human form, either male or female, had been somewhat limited, just as it was for most boys and girls her age.
It was a trait Miss Johnson was very much aware of, and one which she purposely exploited. The older woman was quite aware of the severity of her own attractiveness, and of the obvious voluptuousness nature had given her. She was also quite aware of the affects repeatedly revealing her own over abundance could have on such young and inexperienced girls like Nicole. She greatly relied on own physical transcendence, along with her own personal knowledge and experience - and expertise in such areas as hypnosis - to obliterate any sort of obstacle that might interfere with her own sexual enjoyment of the young ladies she coveted. She would lure each student into an exclusive world of female pleasure, a world she knew was unlike anything they'd ever imagined before.
She reached for the covers. "May I?"
Nicole said nothing but slid accross to make room, her eyes captured by the sight of Miss Johnson's visibly moistened pussy. She thought it strange that Miss Johnson would come here to her naked without wearing her dildo. The reason why would become clear in a moment.
Miss Johnson slid her naked form under the sheets and lay down beside the teenager. She turned over on her side and perched herself on her elbow, her chin resting lightly on her hand, and stared at Nicole, that all too familiar impish expression now in full view across her face as she wantonly regarded her young charge. Nicole felt her teachers gaze and just stared upwards with an embarrassed expression. A moment or two passed before the teacher spoke.
"Look at me, Miss Taylor."
Nicole turned her head and made eye contact with Miss Johnson. She caught her breath slightly as she recognized the teachers lustful visage, as if Miss Johnson were touching her without actually touching her. Another moment passed before Miss Johnson spoke up again.
"Did you enjoy our session last night?"
Nicole blushed, looking away and giving a reluctant nod.
Miss Johnson smiled. "I'm glad. It's very important to me that all my 'special students' find their private sessions with me enjoyable. It's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about."
Nicole shook her head. "I'm not embarrassed," she said, "I'm just really - "
"Confused?" Miss Johnson's eyebrows reached for the ceiling as she finished Nicole's sentence.
Nicole gave the older woman a frank look. "Yes," she said, "Yes...very, very confused."
"Well, of course you are," the teacher chuckled. "There isn't a young lady in the world who wouldn't be confused if she found herself in your position right now. It's perfectly alright. I'm sure there are a plethora of questions wanting to burst out of that lovely head of yours. So...go ahead. Ask me. Ask me anything you want."
It was Nicole's turn to raise her eyebrows. "You want me to just ask you?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
"Anything?"
"Anything," the teacher replied. "I mean, after all, you and I haven't really spoken about this in any great depth thus far. Go ahead. The floor is open."
Nicole looked away for a moment. 'Where to begin,' she thought. But it didn't matter. There was no one place that was better or worse than another on this strange flight of erotic insanity, which made choosing a starting point even more confusing. Nicole decided on the simplest things first. She turned back to look at Miss Johnson before speaking.
"Do you sleep with a lot of students?" she asked.
Miss Johnson smiled again. 'Always the predictable questions first,' she thought. "A lot? No. But I have been doing it for some time."
'Like THAT wasn't obvious,' thought Nicole. "See, that's the part that I don't get. You actually prefer girls to guys?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," the teacher nodded. "Miss Taylor, the question is fighting itself within you. Just say what you mean."
"Don't you LIKE guys?"
The older woman laughed. "Of course I like guys," she said. "I love men. Some of my best friends are men, and they are wonderful people."
"But you don't like having sex with them."
"Let's just say that men can be very messy when it comes to such things. All that romantic entanglement - such nonsense. I prefer simplicity, not complications, and the last thing I need is to hear the words 'I love you' coming from a man's mouth."
"That sounds like something that a GUY would say."
"I'll admit, it does seem to be a somewhat odd reversal of the roles between the sexes. And there you have me, Miss Taylor, for it is something I find myself completely unable to explain, despite it's apparent - and I do mean, 'apparent' - hypocrisy."
"I don't understand..."
"Well, after all, it is traditionally believed that it is men who, while absolutely ruthless in the pursuit of their own personal sexual gratification, are completely indifferent when it comes to love. But that is a very general stereotype, and does not apply to all men. Indeed, there have been men in the past whose affections I've turned away - and whom I have always regretted for having hurt them."
Nicole's interest perked up instantly. "So - there HAVE been men in your past?"
The teacher looked away with a pensive expression. "Yes, Miss Taylor, there have been - men who I believe were honest in their intentions, but who were otherwise quite unsuitable for any kind of commitment beyond being just friends or colleagues."
"Because you like girls."
"Yes." The look of regret went away as Miss Johnson looked right at Nicole. "We are who we are, Miss Taylor. To deny that means denying ourselves all other things."
Nicole sighed and shook her head. "Sounds like you should've been born a guy."
The smile returned. "I have often thought that, myself. But it doesn't matter. There is nothing about my life that I wish was different. Besides," her voice grew husky as she reached out and began stroking Nicole's upper arm with her fingertips, "men have provided a wonderful example of how to successfully administer pleasure to the female form."
Nicole's felt her stomach begin to flutter, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she felt the older woman's hand on her skin. She knew what was coming, and she tried to ward it off with another question. "So...um...why high school girls. I mean...um...you're an attractive, successful woman. Isn't fooling around with...um...high schoolers a little...um...dangerous?"
Miss Johnson gently pulled the sheet down from Nicole's chest, exposing the teenagers nicely rounded bosom. She started lightly stroking Nicole's left nipple, lazily drawing circle's around with her middle finger. The pink nub began to harden.
"Yes, it is dangerous...and very, very exciting. Young ladies are very uncomplicated and so easy to please...so easy to seduce..."
Her hand continued it's way under the sheets until it found it's way to the cleft between Nicole's thighs. Nicole obeyed the awakened instinct inside her and parted her legs to allow the older woman easier access to the inner folds, already moist from Nicole's earlier attempt at release.
"Mmmm...you've been busy here, Miss Taylor."
"Miss Johnson..." Nicole's breath was becoming shallow.
The teacher found Nicole's clitoris and began slowly stroking. "Yes, Miss Taylor, go on."
It was becoming harder for the teenager to think clearly. "Why me...?"
Miss Johnson moved closer. "I already answered that for you, Miss Taylor. It is because I think you are perfectly adorable."
"But I..."
"Shhh." The teacher awkwardly silenced Nicole with the index finger from her other hand. "Miss Taylor you above all people should understand..."
She quickly sank two fingers inside Nicole. The young girl moaned loudly as she listened to Miss Johnson speaking.
"...it's not polite to speak with your mouth full..."
Nicole felt the teachers lips covering her own, her mouth filled with the familiar sensation of the older woman's tongue. The fingers inside her frigged her slowly, the teachers thumb taking charge of massaging the teenagers clit. Nicole brought her hands to Miss Johnson's head and pulled her close, giving in once again to the that feeling of blissfulness she'd quickly developed a urgent yearning for.
Miss Johnson mouth moved down and took hold of one of Nicole's nipples, her mouth once again effectuating the sweet rewards she had long since become accustomed to...kissing...sucking...licking...
Nicole reached back and grabbed hold of the bedpost behind her, smiling and twisting her head from side to side as she bit her lip. The wonderful sensations she felt rushing throughout her young body were so much more satisfying than anything she could have done for herself. She no longer cared about school, her reputation, or her future, and not a single thought came to her about Amanda. She didn't care that it was her teacher...or that her teacher was much older...or that she was a woman...
...all she cared about was the lightening shooting through her nerves as orgasm finally took her, Miss Johnson making her cum easily under the skillful exercise of her very practiced and very nimble hands and fingers.
Nicole was still panting when she opened her eyes, only to find Miss Johnson smiling at her. The teenager smiled back, then froze when she heard Miss Johnson speak...
"Would you like to learn how to please another woman?"
A note from the author:
To all of you who have written to voice your approval, praise, or encouragement, I thank you. I am pleased to learn that you are enjoying what I've written thus far.
As for those you who anxiously await for the point when Amanda will join the fun...
...patience...
SJ
;-)