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 IX -- Setting the Stage
Amanda put down her pencil and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms up over her head. She'd been hard at work since dinner time, and the constant sitting had made her stiff. She looked at the clock -- nearly 10:30. The library was mostly empty except for two other girls seated by themselves at tables nearby. Amanda didn't know either of them, which was fine - she preferred to be left alone while she was studying. She wanted to go to go back and go to bed, but she wasn't ready. Her chemistry mid-term was in the morning, one of the tougher tests she'd have all week, and she wanted to do well. She made up her mind to do two more practice problems before packing it in for the night.
The week of Mid-term exams turned out to be hectic and pressure-filled. Midterms counted for as much as twenty-five percent of the final grade in almost every class at Everson. Classes the week before were very intense, consisting almost exclusively of comprehensive reviews of all the material covered during the fall semester. Evenings were filled with even more concentrated studying. The dorm hallways were mostly empty after dinnertime, and the only activity in the quads was that of small study groups, some of which worked quite hard until well past midnight almost every night throughout the week. Whatever else could be said about Everson, the school's academic reputation was not undeserved. Most students took their schoolwork almost as seriously as the faculty did, and with good reason. Mid-terms were the last chance to make a serious impact on grade point averages before the school generated transcripts for college applications.
Amanda had spent most of her nights alone in the library. She was grateful for the work; exams had proved to be the ideal diversion for her, and had come at precisely the right moment. And there was no better place than in the library, where she could study in peace without distraction or disruption. Indeed, mid-terms had turned out to be the ultimate escape, the perfect thing to keep Amanda away from the dorm as much as possible. She was careful not to spend any more time there than absolutely necessary, returning to her room only to shower, change, and sleep. Of course, she didn't sleep well. She was still having trouble trying to forget the week before, and what went on next door in Nicole's room...
...or, more to the point, what her imagination told her went on next door in Nicole's room...
What was it exactly that Amanda envisioned? What lurid images did her imagination conjure in the wake of Friday night's shocking and disgusting episode? Was she able to imagine the unimaginable, or was the experience so far beyond reason to even contemplate?
Or, did her mind's eye allow her to visualize what was actually happening in her best friend's dorm room? Could she see Nicole laid out on her back, eyes closed, breathless, her pajama bottoms bowelled in a pile on the floor and her soaked through panties down around her ankles? Could she see Miss Johnson, the older woman's well-manicured digits softly stroking the inside of Nicole's pussy, firmly rubbing the teenager's g-spot with her fingertips before plunging in deeply?
Did she see Nicole's back arching as the teenager came violently, her clitoris throbbing wildly in orgasm, her nipples stiff enough to seemingly burst at any moment?
And did she see Miss Johnson smiling that sweet, lust filled smile as she watched Nicole writhing beneath her, her fingers tenderly exacting every ounce of pleasure from her young charge as they rubbed harder and faster?
Amanda did her best to snap out of it and get back to work. It was just as well she only heard the coital exchange coming from her best friend's dorm room - being close enough to listen to it was bad enough, but laying witness to it was something she couldn't even comprehend. That didn't matter, of course; thanks to Miss Johnson's careful planning, the very near future would soon force upon Amanda another copulatory episode between the 38 year old English teacher and Nicole, one much more intense and whose voyeuristic nature would over-stimulate much more than just Amanda's hearing.
Wednesday came, and Miss Johnson's class was spent going over the pre-Shakespearean Elizabethan Period, the final part of the semester's curriculum. The teacher approached her in-class reviews with the same demanding attitude she had in her regular classes, determined to do all she could to make sure her students were ready. Finally, the bell rang. Nicole left the classroom quickly, leaving Amanda behind to gather her books. Amanda was just about to make for the door when she heard Miss Johnson call out to her.
"Miss Martin, I need to see you before you leave, please."
Amanda froze solid, a feeling of anger beginning to well up from deep within her. She'd had ample time to think about what she heard in the dorm the week before -- and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She was sure whatever she & Nicole were up to was her own doing, not Nicole's, and the realization made her furious. No one had ever taken advantage of Nicole or Amanda. But being in Miss Johnson's class since Monday, knowing what had happened last week, knowing what had been going on between the teacher and her best friend -- and believing Miss Johnson was to blame for all of it - had slowly made her insides twist with disgust and ire. Now, Amanda found herself about to face a woman who thought she could simply have her way with her best friend without a shred of accountability -- a woman she now hated with every ounce of energy within her.
Amanda looked at Miss Johnson, who had sat down and had begun shuffling papers. It was best the teacher took no notice of Amanda as she stood there silently, for the icy look the teenager shot across the room would've been enough to rip the life from the older woman's body had it been lethal. She was so angry she wanted to haul off and smack the teacher right across the face in front of the entire class, but instead took a moment to compose herself before making her way up front. Amanda may have been only 18, but she was not foolish or stupid. She knew something like that would get her into more trouble than she could afford to handle. Besides, it would do nothing to help Nicole, and that's what mattered to her most.
She slowly gathered her things and walked up to the front of the class, where the teacher continued at her desk carefully eyeing book reports from her upcoming sophomore class. She did not look up.
"Yes, Miss Johnson?" Amanda asked flatly.
Miss Johnson took no notice of Amanda's tone. "Miss Martin, I need to see you before you leave school today. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong. I want to talk to you about the Holmes Scholarship you've expressed interest in. Can you please come by after last bell?"
Amanda hesitated, but only briefly. "Yes, Miss Johnson."
The teacher looked up at Amanda and pursed her eyes. "Are you all right, my dear?"
Amanda felt the emotions swelling up. The teacher had left her an opening, and Amanda was very tempted to take it. But she thought better of it and played the issue off to the side.
"I'm sorry, Miss Johnson, I'm just...very tired - lots of time in the library."
Miss Johnson nodded. "Fine. I'll see you this afternoon, then. 4:20 sharp. Thank you, Miss Martin."
Amanda turned to walk out of the classroom.
"Miss Martin?" the teacher called out.
Amanda stopped and slowly looked over her shoulder. "Yes, Miss Johnson?"
"Remember what I said the other night, about wanting to talk? The offer still stands."
The older woman's feigned concerned seethed Amanda even more. Nevertheless, the young girl managed to contain herself and temper her response, and even managed a slight smile. "Thank you, Miss Johnson. I'll keep it in mind." She turned to leave as Miss Johnson returned to her book reports.
Miss Johnson looked over at Amanda as she was leaving the classroom, and noticed for what must have been the hundredth time just what a cute little tush Miss Martin possessed on her backside. The thought made her smile, thinking she might be every bit as enjoyable as Nicole -- who, by no mere coincidence, had also been requested earlier that day to meet Miss Johnson after last bell.
At 4:05.
Nicole was tired. It had been a long day, and she was looking forward to having dinner and taking a little nap before studying. Very much like Amanda, midterms had come just in time to divert her attention away from other more stressful things. But it hadn't been easy. There were still two days of exams left, and she was exhausted. Come last bell on Friday, she would be thankful to simply retreat to her dorm room and collapse - no food, no school, no visitors, and, most importantly, no Miss Johnson. Just sleep.
Regarding Miss Johnson, Nicole was not looking forward to this afternoon's meeting. She was none too pleased that the older woman had seduced her in her room the week before - and with Amanda in such close proximity - regardless of the outcome. It was as if Miss Johnson was actively seeking to expose their trysts to the outside world, with Amanda sitting right in the front row. Nicole breathed deeply; that was NOT going to happen - not if she had anything to do with it. Private knowledge was one thing; being caught in the act Nicole was convinced would be more hurtful to Amanda than she could stand. Still, it was the direction Miss Johnson wished to be pointing them, what with all the subtle hints and suggestions dropped by the 38 year old English teacher in the weeks preceding. Now, with the incident in her room, it was clear: Things were quickly getting out of hand, and something had to be done.
But Nicole couldn't think about that now; whatever it is she intended to do would have to wait until exams were finished - there simply wasn't time enough to think of anything else. For the moment, she did her best to put it out of her mind and focus on her 'meeting' with Miss Johnson. Whatever it was the older woman wished to see her about, Nicole hoped it wouldn't take long. She certainly didn't expect anything besides midterms to be the topic of discussion.
Once again, she was wrong.
Nicole approached Miss Johnson's classroom, her stomach in knots and her energy level low from too much caffeine and not enough food or sleep. She looked inside and found her teacher poring over quiz papers.
Nicole knocked on the doorway. "Miss Johnson?" she called out.
"Come in, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson didn't bother to look up, instead scribbling notes in the margin of a student's test where she'd found an error.
Nicole walked in front of Miss Johnson's desk and just stood there, waiting for the teacher to finish what she was doing. A few minutes went by, and Miss Johnson still hadn't acknowledged Nicole. Finally she spoke.
"You're feeling better, I see," she said, still not looking up.
"Yes, Miss Johnson."
"Good." The older woman's voice was flat and almost disinterested, paying more attention to the paper she was grading than she was to Nicole. Sure enough, she frowned and shook her head as she found yet another error.
"I still can't believe she missed this," she sighed.
Nicole's face also registered a frown, still somewhat bewildered as to what exactly Miss Johnson wanted. Her annoyance made her decide to risk impertinence.
"Miss Johnson, was there something specific you needed from me? I'm really tired, and I still have a lot of studying to do."
"Just be patient, Miss Taylor," the older woman said slowly, still writing. "I'll be with you in just a moment."
Nicole sighed and looked around the room, her eyes resting on the set of chairs in the corner - the deceptively innocent setting where her journey into erotic debauchery began.
"There," the teacher said, putting down her pen. "Well, that'll be quite a review tomorrow." She looked up at Nicole and smiled. "Do make yourself comfortable, Miss Taylor -- please, set your books down & relax a bit."
Nicole sighed, turning to set her books down on the school desk behind her as Miss Johnson rose from behind her desk to come around and face her. She smiled again. Nicole recognized the smile. She began getting nervous.
"What is it, Miss Johnson?"
"Hmmm, nothing..." she said, reaching out to touch Nicole's arm, tracing the limb with her fingertips.
Nicole pulled her arm back, and then stepped backwards. "Uh, Miss Johnson, I'm really not...I mean, I don't think we should be..."
Nicole's stammering made the older woman smile again. She reached down and took the teenagers hand, then took a step forward and brought the digital appendage down to the front of her skirt.
Nicole gasped, her hand coming to rest and tracing the outline of what was unmistakably Miss Johnson's mammoth strap on, strapped tightly and well hidden underneath the older woman's outer garments.
"Miss Johnson, no!" Nicole fought to keep her voice down. "Not here in the classroom!"
Miss Johnson looked down on the young girl with a lustful gaze. "Yes, here -- in the classroom."
"Bu...Mmmm...hhhhmmmmmmm..."
Nicole's mouth was suddenly filled with Miss Johnson's tongue, and before she could do anything else, the older woman had pulled wrapped one arm around her, holding her tightly. The other arm promptly slid underneath Nicole's skirt and panties and was already gently stroking the teenager's quickly moistening vulva.
Nicole had no chance. So sensitive had she become to Miss Johnson's ministrations and so well had Miss Johnson learned what aroused the young girl that the slightest touch was indefensible. Nicole easily gave in to the sensation as Miss Johnson slowly sucked on her mouth, her tongue gently exploring all too familiar territory as her fingers delved deep into Nicole's pussy.
Then suddenly Miss Johnson broke the embrace and marched Nicole forcefully over to the front of her desk, bending her overtop. The teacher's hands roamed strongly over Nicole's back before coming to rest on the teenager's skirt covered buttocks. Nicole felt Miss Johnson lift her skirt up, and then grunted slightly as the older woman practically tore her cotton panties clear off, leaving them down around Nicole's ankles and exposing the young girl's shapely behind. Miss Johnson reached out & gave both ass cheeks a healthy squeeze before taking hold of Nicole's hips and grinding her roughly into her own pelvis.
Nicole knew what was coming. She took hold of the edge of Miss Johnson's desk, bracing herself for the massive penetration she was sure was fast approaching. Sure enough, she heard the familiar sound of a zipper opening...
...and then...
...nothing...
Time seemed to stand still, leaving Nicole to wonder what was happening in back of her, when she felt the sudden sensation of Miss Johnson's fingertips between her legs, stroking her still moistened slit. But this was very strange. The teacher's hand was covered with -- something. Something sticky. Nicole was perplexed -- what the heck was...
Nicole cried out, the feeling in her bowels coming on out of nowhere. Her pussy was on fire, and her clit began throbbing uncontrollably. Whatever it was Miss Johnson had use on her had taken effect almost immediately. Nicole had no time to think or react, and just lay there panting heavily when she felt Miss Johnson's dildo entering her from behind. Nicole cried out again, her mind quickly becoming lost in the orgasmic fog that had been wreaking havoc on her senses for weeks as she felt the older woman's massive artificial phallus penetrating deep within her and begin thrusting away.
Amanda slowly climbed the stairs towards the third floor. Like Nicole, she, too, was tired from a very long day. It was only the middle of the week, but midterms were already beginning to take their toll on her. She would be relieved when the week was over so she could get some rest and get away from Everson for a while, but that was nothing compared to how she'd feel if she could simply get through the next fifteen minutes. She was sure she'd be able to get through this little one on one with Miss Johnson without losing her temper, since she'd had a chance to cool off and allow the anger she felt before to dissipate. She'd given serious thought to confronting the teacher outright about the 'tutoring' she'd been giving Nicole, but decided against it. She had no proof after all, which meant that it was her word against Miss Johnsons, and she was reasonably sure that accusing a well-respected member of the faculty would be severely frowned upon without any evidence to back it up. Such reassurance was disappointing, but it was but it was. So she resigned herself to simply listening to what the teacher had to say; with any luck, their conversation would be over very shortly.
She reached the top of the stairs, walked down the hall and then round the corner towards the classroom -- and caught her breath as the noises emanating from the end of the hallway hit her ears instantly. The loud moaning and panting was as unmistakable as the voice it came from.
Amanda just stood there, unable to think or move. It was happening all over again -- right now, right here in the school!!! For a moment she just stood, not knowing what to do. Then, from some unknown place inside of her, she began walking slowly down towards the classroom doorway, her eyes wide open with horror. She began trembling as she grew closer, her stomach turning over on itself as the noises from the room began louder.
The floors Hainsworth Hall were made up of linoleum tile, the kind most sterile institutions such as schools and hospitals used for ease of maintenance. That meant it was inexpensive, but it also meant that when waxed it was highly reflective. An individual paying particular attention would be able to see someone coming down the hall from the shadow cast on the floor.
Miss Johnson waiting patiently for such a shady outline to appear, a sure sign that the plan she'd placed carefully in motion was proceeding as it should be. She had worked quickly to turn Nicole into a babbling mess, bringing her several times to within moments of a massive orgasm before easing off just enough to prevent the teenager from going over the edge. The older woman hadn't even bothered to fully undress; she had just dropped her skirt to the floor and began fucking Nicole, her shirt tails dangling in the air, not wanting to waste precious time fumbling with her own clothing. Timing was, in fact, the key, and it had to be absolutely perfect for her plan to work.
Sure enough, the silhouette she'd been waiting for slowly appeared. Miss Johnson immediately knew who it was, and couldn't help thinking Amanda's approach couldn't be more fortuitous. Nicole was dying to cum, and the older woman wasn't sure how long she could hold off the teenager's release. But that no longer mattered, and Miss Johnson's lips broke out in a big, bawdy smile as she picked up the pace, pumping her huge cock into Nicole faster and faster as she watched the shadowy form in the hallway draw closer like a moth to a flame.
Amanda had no idea what was making her feet move, accept that something inside her told her she had to see what exactly was happening. As she drew closer, she heard Nicole's moaning becoming louder and more pronounced, accompanied by an odd slap-slap-slap of what sounded like skin against skin. It was as if the person she heard wasn't Nicole at all. Instead of the friend she'd come to know and love, she was listening to what seemed to be a vile and disgusting stranger she'd never met. She kept moving closer to the classroom, knowing what she was going to find inside, and yet at the same time not knowing. She finally reached the edge of the doorway. The unknown force within her that had compelled her to come this far made it impossible for her to stop now. Heart pounding, hands trembling, mouth bone dry, and careful to stay hidden as much as possible to prevent her own discovery, she slowly turned to look inside.
The sight was unlike anything she could've imagined, immediately confusing and chaotic all at once. Nicole was bent over Miss Johnson's desk, her head slouched and her hands locked onto the edge of the desk for support. Her behind was completely exposed, her panties gathered clumsily around her ankles near the floor. Miss Johnson stood directly behind Nicole, her hands on the young girl's hips, thrusting her pelvis back and forth in a violent motion, with something protruding from the front of her hips. Amanda looked closely at the pale colored object, trying to make out what it was as it moved faster and faster, piercing Nicole's backside over and over again...
...then, her heart skipped a beat as the realization of what the object was suddenly hit her...
She quickly turned away and slumped against the wall, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from gasping out loud. She shut her eyes tightly, but that couldn't prevent the terrible image of what she saw from playing over and over in her mind, made worse by the now deafening sounds coming from inside as Nicole reached orgasm...
"...harder...oh yeah, harder...ohhhhh, myyyy...uhhhhhhhh...faster...FASTER!!!...ooohhh, soooo gooooood...don't stop...please, I'm gonna cum...yeeeaah, I'm cuummming...ooooohhhhhh yeaaaahhhhh...fuuuuuck meeeeeee...AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!..."
It was too much. Amanda quickly got to her feet and ran down the hall. She managed to get out of the building before breaking down completely.