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 - Submission
"I...um..." Nicole just lay there frozen, not knowing how to respond or react, still somewhat disoriented from her latest swoon. She tried to look away, but found that difficult with Miss Johnson's face not less than six inches from her own.
"...I...I don't know..."
"Still apprehensive?" The teacher raised her eyebrows whilst gently stroking Nicole's hair and face. "After all you've experienced thus far, you still feel nervous? This is not as unfamiliar as you might think, Miss Taylor; it is simply the last step into a world of pleasure you can only dream of -- yet still you hesitate."
Nicole just stared back at her. "I...," she started. "...I..."
"Shhh," the older woman soothed, smiling as she put a finger to Nicole's lips. "It's all right, my dear -- no matter." She leaned forward and lightly kissed Nicole on the mouth. "I'm sure I can find a way to persuade you..."
She leaned forward and kissed Nicole again, harder this time, her tongue gently probing the teenager's lips. Nicole hesitated but then finally gave way and admitted the delving organ, her arms surrounding her teacher's shoulders as she pulled Miss Johnson close to her. Nicole wasn't sure if she had the desire or energy to continue, but it didn't matter, because she knew in about thirty seconds she wouldn't care if she had any energy left in her or not. Besides, if there was one thing about Miss Johnson's advances that Nicole found almost impossible to resist it was the feeling of the older woman's lips devouring her own. As difficult as it was to acknowledge, Nicole couldn't deny it: Miss Johnson was a great kisser.
Miss Johnson held the kiss for a long moment before making her way through what was now very familiar territory - working down Nicole's body, reigning wet kisses on the teenagers face, neck, and breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples with her lips and tongue. Nicole gently cradled Miss Johnson's head in her hands, stroking her hair as the teacher moved across the sensitive flesh and continued on down through the teenager's mid- section and beyond. She eventually nestled herself in between Nicole's thigh's, spreading her legs to once more reveal the well moistened prize held within. She leaned forward and gave Nicole's pussy a long, wet kiss, consuming the engorged clitoris between her lips.
"........ooooohhhhhhh......." Nicole moaned loudly and shivered with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm..." The older woman gave out a throaty sigh of approval as she savored the taste of Nicole's sex a second time, spreading the lips apart with her hand and using her fingertip to stroke the already hardening nub in between. "You do have the sweetest little pussy, my dear," she said, "Positively scrumptious. I could just sit here and eat you all day long - in fact, I'll do just that. But not today. Right now, I think it is a good time to focus on another lesson, before we get too carried away. It is high time you learned your alphabet, young lady."
"W-what do you mean?" Nicole propped herself up on her elbows so she could look at Miss Johnson while the teacher spoke to her.
"You know perfectly well what I mean, Miss Taylor. The alphabet - a, b, c, and so on?"
Nicole was puzzled. "I don't understand. I already know the....oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
The teenager moaned even louder as she felt the English teacher's tongue on her clit one more time.
"That was the letter 'a'," the older woman said. She licked Nicole again. Another moan. "That was the letter 'b', she continued. "If you want to learn how to eat another women's pussy, Miss Taylor, you must first understand how a woman wants to be touched. That is a process that will extend far beyond today's lesson, but the best and easiest place to start is by drawing the letters of the alphabet on her clitoris with your tongue. It won't work every single time, but more often than not I think you'll be pleased with the results." Another lick. Another moan. "As will your partner, of course..." She drew five more letters on the over hardened nub, making Nicole squirm beneath her, the young girl begging for release as she listened to Miss Johnson continue her discourse.
"Obviously, this is a wonderful way to illicit a most favorable response, but the best part about this technique is that it's so versatile. You can draw capital letters, small letters, script...anything you like. You can even draw whole words -- or entire sentences, if you wish. I once had the good fortune of bringing another young student very much like yourself to orgasm several times using one of my favorite sonnets." The teacher carefully demonstrated by drawing the sentence "I'm going to make you cum" in old fashioned longhand. Nicole was beside herself.
"Now, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson's voice was thick as she went on speaking, gently massaging Nicole's moistened jewel with her fingertip, "don't you wish to have that kind of power? Don't you wish to know what it feels like to have another girl's body wriggling about - feeling her tense, her every muscle spasming out of control - and know that it was you who was doing that to her? Doesn't that sound like a wonderful trait to possess?"
"Y-y-y-eeessss..." Nicole panted.
"You want to learn how to do that, don't you?"
"Y-yes, Miss Johnson..."
"Then say it, Miss Taylor." The older woman inserted a finger into Nicole's vagina. She immediately found the young girls 'g' spot and began rubbing hard. "Say the words for me. Say 'I want to eat your pussy, Miss Johnson'...say it. Say it!"
The words shot violently from Nicole's mouth. "I WANT TO EAT YOUR PUSSY, MISS JOHNSON!!!"
The exclamation drew a sly smile from the thirty-eight year old. "Excellent, Miss Taylor! Somehow I knew you'd be convinced...oh, now look at what you made me you," she declared with mock anger in her voice. "I can't remember which letter I stopped at. Oh, well...I guess I'll just have to begin all over again..."
Miss Johnson's voice trailed off as started in again on Nicole, the young girl resuming a familiar chorus of panting and moaning as she felt the older woman pleasuring her over and over again. Miss Johnson lightened her touch as she went along until she was sure Nicole would spasm right out of her skin, then buried her face completely in Nicole's throbbing wetness, attacking the teenager's clit with her lips and tongue to finish her off. Nicole let out a shriek as she came, her back arching forcefully towards the ceiling as a savage orgasm ripped through her.
Nicole was still seeing stars when she saw Miss Johnson moving next to her. The teacher gave Nicole a moment to catch her breath before taking Nicole's face in her hands and kissing her on the mouth.
"Are you ready, Miss Taylor?" Miss Johnson asked, running her lips over Nicole's mouth between kisses.
"Yes...but..."
"'but'...what, Miss Taylor?" Another kiss.
"I don't know what to do..."
The kisses stopped. Then Miss Johnson smiled at her young student and kissed her thickly on the ear lobe. "Don't worry," the whispered, "I'm going to show you."
The teacher got up from the bed and pulled the sheets completely back, then moved Nicole to the center. She had Nicole rest her arms above her head before lying back down again beside the teenager.
"Close your eyes," she breathed.
"But...," Nicole started talking and was immediately silenced by a pair of gentle fingertips on her lips.
"Shhhh," the older woman whispered. "Trust me..."
Nicole did as she was told and closed her eyes, a little unsure of what exactly was going to happen next. A moment passed uneventfully. Nicole just lay there and and waited, restfully enjoying the momentary blackness closing her eyes had afforded her.
She felt something moist circling near her nose and mouth, followed by the heavy sound of Miss Johnson's voice.
"Smell," she said.
Nicole took a deep breath through her nose. The scent was intoxicating - heady and strong, pungent and sweet, unlike anything she could recognize. Next, Nicole felt a gentle proding as Miss Johnson ran her fingers over the young girls lips. Nicole parted them slightly, giving the teacher all the cue she needed as she pushed two of her fingers into Nicole's mouth.
"Suck on them, Miss Taylor."
Nicole savored the strange taste, which had come from Miss Johnson's own very wet pussy. The teacher had slid two fingers deep inside herself, coating the digits well with her own juices before bringing them up for Nicole to sample. And sample she did, sucking hard on the adictive flavor, bringing both her hands to hold Miss Johnson's fingers in place. Nicole her best to take all of Miss Johnson's offering, until the older woman finally insisted she have her fingers back again.
"Keep your eyes closed," she told the teenager.
Nicole relaxed for a moment with her eyes still shut. She could feel Miss Johnson moving above her, and then felt a strange sensation gently brushing across her mouth and face. It took a moment to realize that it was one of Miss Johnson's own sizeable breasts. The teacher moved the pendulous flesh back and forth, the wide capped areola easing its way against the young girl's lips.
Nicole tentatively kissed the plenteous orb, then opened her mouth and let the already hardening nipple into her mouth and started sucking, tracing circles around the nub with her own novicely experienced tongue.
Miss Johnson looked down upon her young student with a knowing smile. She held Nicole's head to her chest and lovingly stroked her hair like a Mother nursing her babe. Only this nourishment was just a bit different as evidenced by the throaty endorsement that followed.
"Yes, that's it," she lightly cooed, feeding Nicole more and more of her enormous bounty. "Suck on that nipple, Miss Taylor - don't be afraid. Bite it if you wish...gently...see how it hardens? Hmmm? Now, the other one...Mmmm, yes, that's right, my dear -- very good..."
The teacher encouraged Nicole more and more, enticing her to use her hands to fondle and squeeze, and to switch back and forth between her right and left breast. Nicole feasted eagerly, growing bolder, and her growing enthusiasm more than made up for what she lacked in skill.
Finally, the older woman pulled back and had Nicole relax again, moving herself into position directly above Nicole's face, straddling her shapely thighs on either side of the young girl's head. Nicole's nostrils were greeted with the same aromatic fragrance she'd tasted only moments before.
"Open your eyes, Miss Taylor."
Nicole opened her eyes to see Miss Johnson's very wet pussy staring her right in the face, the well manicured darkness of the teacher's pubic hair visibly immersed in womanly essence. Nicole made out the gently parted lips in between, and the hood restraining the teacher's own throbbing clitoris hidden underneath.
Miss Johnson sat there for a moment, letting Nicole behold the sight of her newest pleasure, then reached down with her hand and brought the young girl's face between her legs.
Nicole reached out with her tongue and ran it through the teacher's pubis, slowly getting used to the strange taste once more. Then she reached in and tentatively licked along the inner lips in an up and down motion, not knowing how else to move or what to do. Miss Johnson then reached down with her other hand and gently parted the lips, allowing Nicole easier access to the hardened essence in between. The older woman flinched the first time Nicole's tongue ran across it.
"Ah, yes...That's it, Miss Taylor," the teacher moaned. "That's the spot -- very good..."
The older woman just let Nicole experiment for a moment, letting the teenager roam around her pubis with her inexperienced lips. Nicole lapped away tentatively, becoming more and more accustomed to the taste and feel of another woman's sex. When she felt sure Nicole had tasted her enough, Miss Johnson changed things up.
"Stop for a moment, Miss Taylor," she said.
The teacher then moved off of Nicole and reclined back onto the bed. She stretched out with her arms resting up by her head, opening up her legs to expose herself again.
"Come, Miss Taylor." Her voice was lusty and thick. "Come and show me what you know of the alphabet -- show me what you know of pleasure."
Nicole took the cue, moving in between Miss Johnson's spread legs and bringing her face back to her teacher's pussy, using her hands first to steady herself on the older woman's thighs, then to explore Miss Johnson's pussy up close. It was the first time she had fondled woman's vulva other than her own, and she made sure to take full advantage of the opportunity. Nicole was fascinated. She was amazed at how soft and gentle the inner lips were, and how easy it was to make Miss Johnson wet just by touching her so closely.
After spreading Miss Johnson's lips and finding her hardened clit again, Nicole reached it with her tongue and began tracing the letters of the alphabet the way Miss Johnson had showed her, starting first with just the basic letters which she clumsily reproduced. It wasn't long before the teenagers face was covered with the sticky wetness that flowed abundantly from the 38 year old. Nicole was spurred on even more when she ran her tongue over the older woman's distended organ with slightly harder force, causing Miss Johnson to twitch unexpectedly.
Miss Johnson just lay back with a satisfied smile on her face, content with watching yet another of her young students feasting away at her pussy. She prompted praise and favor to her young charge, reaching down with her hand to stroke Nicole's hair as the young girl's oral assault continued. When the older woman felt Nicole inserting fingers into her without any direction, she knew she'd finally come full circle.
"Oh, Miss Taylor," she sighed. "You are a lovely little thing, aren't you? Yes, that's it...Make a crook with your finger and stroke upwards...mmmm, very nice...When we get through here, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so good...ah, yes, very good...oh, my...goodness, you are wonderful, my dear..."
Rarely did one of her students eat her well enough to bring her to orgasm. Nevertheless, Miss Johnson was clearly being turned on. The sight of Nicole, who had been perhaps her most anticipated conquest, growing more eager by the moment was becoming too much for her to stand. She reached down and took Nicole's face in her hands and brought the young girl up to her and kissed her forcefully, tasting her own juices. She then rolled Nicole unto her back and moved once again between the teenager's legs, shifting around to straddle her own thighs on either side of Nicole's head in a 69 position. Nicole once again buried her face in her teacher's folds, bringing her hands up to instinctively squeeze the older woman's marvelously rounded ass cheeks that she'd admired from the first day of school, moaning as she felt Miss Johnson's lips and tongue beginning to pleasure her once again.
The two women continued unabated, completely obliviously to everything around them, allowing nothing else to crowd their attention outside of the repast that lay before them. They seemed determine to outdo each other, each set on making the other cum first. Nicole ordinarily would have been no match for Miss Johnson's experience, but what she lacked in technique she more than made up for with zealous effort. And her labors did not disappoint her as she began feeling Miss Johnson's body shudder more and more as orgasm quickly approached her. Miss Johnson went on with her own unrelenting offensive on Nicole's pussy, amazed that the teenager might actually make her cum on the first try -- let alone first.
Neither won the struggle. Both came almost instantaneously, their bodies meshed together in one massive orgasmic eruption that seemed to shake the bed beneath them, each one groaning loudly into the other's flesh as they contorted uncontrollably. Miss Johnson faired considerably better than Nicole, who came with such force that she passed out. The older woman rolled off of Nicole and basked in her success, reveling in the completed circle that had begun the week before. After catching her breath, she got up and left the room, leaving Nicole unaware of her absence. She moved quickly to her own bedroom, eager to return to Nicole before the teenager woke up and fiercely determined to remunerate her young student for such a wonderful and unexpected experience.
When she came to again, Nicole saw a smiling Miss Johnson standing beside the bed with her hands on her hips, once again adorned with the monstrous dildo whose absence the young girl had earlier welcomed with great relief.
"I must commend you, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson started. "You took to that last lesson much better than I anticipated. Indeed, most young ladies such as you take much more time to become acclimated. You have demonstrated what you've learned quite well, and I can most happily see that your abilities far exceed any of my own expectations. Today's lesson is now complete -- except for one final part."
"What's that?" Nicole asked nervously, knowing what was coming and feeling her stomach twisting into knots as a result.
"You're reward," the teacher said before climbing back onto the bed.
It had turned into a a beautiful Saturday morning -- the sky was clear, the air had a slight hint of a chill that signified fall had officially arrived, and a light breeze swirled it's way throughout the trees whose leaves were well along in their seasonal change of color. Weather like this in New England was to be savored and enjoyed to the fullest, something the local township did with great zeal whenever the opportunities arose, especially on the weekends. For it wouldn't be long before the days grew much shorter and much colder, followed by the early winter snow.
But not today. Today, the people of Everson welcomed the morning with an abundance of outdoor activity, including those in one particular small section of town. Children were playing in almost every back yard. A group of young boys enjoyed a game of street football. An elderly woman worked in her garden. And two young ladies who had recently become parents enjoyed company and conversation while walking their strollers along the sidewalk, their newborns bundled warmly and fast asleep to the world around them.
Such was it in the local neighborhood that day, everyone going about enjoying the day, completely unaware of the activity taking place in the lovely, white colored colonial home that sat near the end if the street. The muffled, fervored cries of teenaged rapture that could barely be heard just outside the house's upstairs window signified the end of one yearning -- and the beginning of another.
And as she watched her young student begin to writhe with the arrival of her second orgasm, her enormous cock plowing into Nicole with an impassioned insistence, Miss Johnson's thoughts moving to a second tempting possibility -- one that was just as delicious and exciting as her present acquaintance had been, and one that had the potential for expanding young Nicole Taylor's 'higher' education in ways even Miss Johnson herself could not foresee.
And so, the year progressed at Everson. Halloween came and passed uneventfully, with familiar visions of jack-o-lanterns and toddler trick-or-treaters abounding throughout the township. The trees became bare as fall slowly gave way to early winter, and the skies began to take on the crisp, grey New England hue that signaled snowfall was fast approaching. As for the students, classes & homework became the norm, with only a brief interlude for visiting parents or shopping in the nearby town.
Not so with Nicole Taylor. Each Friday she would break away from her weekly routine, making way for a more adult interlude to be added to the sometimes monotonous experience of being a 17 year old high school student at the Everson School for Girls. Friday nights were spent at Miss Johnson's home, where the teacher would reintroduce her to the pleasures of womanhood, each time showing her more and more and bringing her deeper into the world of loving women -- and each night would conclude with Nicole in Miss Johnson's guestroom after having been suckled, stroked, deeply probed, and gloriously fucked.
As for Amanda, she and Nicole grew more and more distant as time went on, the rift between them growing larger and ostensibly beyond repair. Still, she seemed to grow used to not having Nicole around on a daily basis -- at least, by all outward appearances, displaying neither grief nor remorse whenever the two passed each other or came in close contact. Amanda for the most part kept to herself, diving her energies into homework, keeping her own resolve focused on winning the overseas fellowship she'd set her eyes on the year before. Whenever she saw Nicole, she neither sanctioned nor condemned her presence; in fact, she went too far as to make small conversation with Nicole on occasion when the need for it arose. But her attitude remained indifferent, indicating that she had moved on from whatever loss she may have felt, and that saddened & bothered Nicole immensely. What Nicole was unaware of is that Amanda's great show of strength was just that -- a show. Inside, she badly missed her friend, and would've produced enough proof of her own sorrow willingly had anyone been present to see the pool of tears that fell onto her bedroom pillow each night before she went to sleep.
Still, Amanda continued the outward façade, remaining firm in her intent to not allowing Nicole the satisfaction of seeing her grief stricken. It was unfortunately a regrettable byproduct shaped from the pain she felt at having her advice about Miss Johnson completely ignored, and from watching her best childhood friend walk down a seedy and twisted path that apparently only Amanda could see.
And so it went on, week after week, one day passing into another -- until the week before the Thanksgiving holiday, when the arrival of a visitor from New York City signaled an erotic hint of new things to come.
The Friday before Thanksgiving, Nicole arrived at Miss Johnson's doorstep a good 5 minutes before 7:00 p.m. She was careful to get there early lest she earn another wrathful admonishment from her teacher like she had the week before. Miss Johnson had a penchant for punctuality, something Nicole knew but didn't quite understand until she arrived a few minutes after 7 the previous Friday night. The door opened to an icy stare and a very formal demeanor. "You're late, Miss Taylor," the teacher had said, not interested in explanations or excuses. "Do you intend this to be a habit?" "No, Miss Johnson," was the meek reply. "Good," said the teacher strongly. "Please see that it isn't."
The older woman punished Nicole that night by holding off her first (and only) orgasm for well over an hour, always keeping her oh so close but never quite allowing her to go completely over the edge. She would tease Nicole with her fingers, lips, and tongue, touching Nicole just enough to make the teenager's heart race. She would flick Nicole's breast without really sucking on it, brush Nicole's clitoris with her tongue without consuming it, rub her cock against Nicole's slit without penetrating inside. All the while, she would touch and stroke Nicole's thighs, stomach, ass...all the sensitive places she knew would excite Nicole without actually bringing her off -- and all the while she would also continually remind Nicole of the necessity for being on time for their weekly trysts. Finally, with Nicole on all fours and starving for release, Miss Johnson shoved her mammoth sized strap on deep inside Nicole's vagina, thrusting away so powerfully that Nicole came in less than a minute, a savage orgasm tearing through her like a violent wind storm.
And while Nicole looked back on last weeks `episode' with more than just a slight tingle between her thighs, she didn't enjoy incurring Miss Johnson's anger at all, and was bound not to have it happen again.
She rang the doorbell just before her watch showed 7, stomping her feet to keep warm in the cold night air. This part of New England was known for its early winters, and Nicole was quickly finding the once pleasant walk to Miss Johnson's to be progressively more uncomfortable each week as the temperature continued to drop.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened -- and a woman's face other than Miss Johnson's suddenly appeared.
"May I help you?" the stranger asked.
"Um...Hi!" Nicole responded, immediately taken aback at seeing an unfamiliar face where the teacher she'd been fucking for the last two months normally was. "I came looking
for Miss Johnson -- is she home?"
The stranger smiled, knowing who it was instantly. "You must be Nicole," she said. "Hello, I'm Cynthia Jackson, one of Sheila's friends. Please, come in." She quickly opened the door and waved for Nicole to come inside.
"You must've been freezing out there," said Cynthia, closing the door behind Nicole after the teenager stepped inside. "Were you waiting long?"
"Only a couple of minutes," said Nicole. "But, yes, it was starting to get cold."
"I'll bet." Cynthia reached out a hand. "It is very nice to meet you."
Nicole shook Cynthia's hand and smiled back at her, taking her first long look at Cynthia Jackson. Cynthia could be described in one word: Gorgeous. She had dark, brown eyes that offset her full lips and rich speaking voice, and the afro she wore close cropped accentuated her smooth, dark colored skin. She was dressed in a very professional looking dark grey pants suit, indicating that she had flown directly from New York after leaving work. Her clothes fit her well, befitting a successful New York businesswoman, and her unbuttoned shirt showed just enough cleavage to suggest a considerable bust underneath. Her perfume smelled expensive, heady, and spicy.
"Now, let me guess," Cynthia started, folding her hands in front of her. "Sheila didn't tell you I was coming."
"Um, no, I guess she didn't." Nicole was torn between embarrassment and curiosity. Who was this woman, anyway?
"I'm not surprised," Cynthia went on, waving Nicole towards the living room. "Sheila has a way of wanting to surprise people."
"Yeah, I think I would agree with that," Nicole smiled. The words `if she only knew' went through her thoughts, and she wisely kept them to herself.
Cynthia sat down on one of the sitting chairs before continuing. "Sheila and I have been good friends since college. We like to get together a couple of times a year."
Nicole sat down on the couch. "So what brings you hear to Everson? Are you here for Thanksgiving?"
"Partly," she said. "Actually, one of the main reasons why I came up here was to meet you. Sheila thought it might be a good idea for the two of us to get together."
"Meet me? Why?"
Cynthia smiled. "I'm an attorney. I work on Wall Street."
Nicole's eyes went wide. "No way!!!"
"Yes, way," Cynthia chuckled with vernacular. "I've been practicing for about ten years now. Sheila thought it might be nice for you to talk to someone who was actually a member of the bar -- sort of an unofficial advisor. I can give you all kinds of information about law schools, what it's like working as an attorney...you know, things like that."
"Oh, wow," Nicole was absolutely floored. "Have you worked on Wall Street long?"
"Not very," Cynthia said. "I started out with a small firm in Boston, but only got the job in New York last year. Wall Street is still very much a boys club, so opportunities for women remain few and far between -- especially African American women."
"Wow," Nicole squinted. "That's disappointing."
"Don't let that deter you from pursuing a career as an attorney, Nicole, if that's what you want," Cynthia said strongly. "Take a look at me. Yes, it was tough at the beginning, but I worked hard and connected with the right people, who, thankfully, were looking out for me and were good enough to give me a break when the right time came. Now, I'm working in the mergers and acquisitions section of one of the top investment firms in New York."
Nicole shook her head. "That's amazing."
"Yeah, not bad for a city girl from Chicago. Seriously, Nicole, don't let the fact that you're a woman get you down. There are a lot of lawyers in the world, but not so many good ones. The industry needs better people -- both men and women. Ok?"
"Ok." Nicole was elated, thrilled at the opportunity to exclusively bend the ear of an actual Wall Street attorney. Once again, she was put off guard.
"Good," Cynthia said. "Listen, Sheila called to say she got hung up at school and won't be home until later, but she also told me you were coming over and that I should look after you until she gets here. So, why don't you take off your jacket and relax, and then we can talk for a bit. After that, I thought we'd spend the rest of the evening fucking."
Nicole's eyebrows instantly went up, not exactly sure if she heard Cynthia correctly. "What?" she said.
Cynthia didn't respond but just looked at Nicole. The slight smile on her face was one Nicole had seen before -- from Miss Johnson. An expression of playful lasciviousness that conjured images of moans, sighs, sweaty extremities, and heaving flesh. It was make Nicole's stomach tighten into that oh so familiar knot in less than a second. Her own facial manifestation went from shock to bewilderment to totally defensive at the prospect of Ms Jackson's `suggestion'.
Nicole stood up slowly before she spoke. "Miss Jackson...," she started.
"Cynthia." Her voice had changed, becoming heavy and strong. The stare continued.
"...Cynthia..I..think...you might...be..mistaken..." Nicole was trembling now, her words stammering unconvincingly. She was completely surprised that her teacher would share anything about what the two of them did each week -- and terrified at the prospect that this strange woman was somehow convinced that knowing about the lecherous activities that went on between her and Miss Johnson somehow gave her license to have her way with Nicole.
Cynthia just sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, propping her elbow on the chair's arm and resting her face in her hand. She just sat there and stared, smiling that slight smile and not saying a word.
To be continued...