Nicole awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She reached over to shut it off, then leaned over and checked the time - 6:15 exactly.
She pulled back the covers, sat up and stretched, and then wiped the sleep from her eyes before glancing around. The drawn curtains held back most of the early morning sun making it difficult to see with the lights off, but even then Nicole could make out well enough to recognize the not yet too familiar surroundings of her school dormitory room. Everything was as it should've been - dark, quiet, and peaceful. She saw her books piled one on top of the other on her desk, and her school uniform folded neatly on the back of the chair sitting in the corner.
She reached over and turned on the light sitting on her nightstand before standing up and stretching again in earnest, trying to rid her mind of the early morning cobwebs. Time to get up already, she thought? She went over and peaked through her curtains and saw the nearby woods shining brightly from the autumn sunlight. Yep, it was morning, alright. She stood there for a moment mildly disappointed that it wasn't still the middle of summer. She missed being able to sleep late.
She went over to the door and reached for her bathrobe hanging on the coat hook. The sound of insistent knocking suddenly broke the silence.
"Nicole, let me in!"
Nicole recognized Mandy's half whisper and went to unlock the door. She barely managed to release the deadbolt before Mandy barged right past Nicole to the center of the room, turned and looked her square in the eye.
"Alright - what happened?" she demanded.
"Well, good morning to you, too..." Nicole closed the door and gave off a half yawn.
"Come on, Nicky, don't do that - I've been freaking out all night and didn't sleep at all."
"Freaking out? Why?"
"Have you completely lost it? You and Miss Johnson! WHAT HAPPENED?!?" Mandy's tone was frantic.
"Will you keep your voice down!"
Mandy got control of herself. It was bad enough being this upset, but these walls were paper thin and had lots of ears. "I'm sorry," she said calmly. "Nicky, what happened?"
Nicky paused for a moment, and then gave off a disarming look before answering. "Nothing."
"Nothing?!? What do you mean, 'nothing'?"
"Nothing. We talked about my grades - that's all."
"That's all?"
"That's all. It was a perfectly harmless conversation. She wants to tutor me, Mandy! She thinks I can get into law school if I work hard enough, and she's going to help me! Isn't that fantastic?"
"Wait a minute, let me get this straight...you're telling me you had a private meeting with a teacher that we both have good reason to believe is a lesbian - someone with a rumored reputation for preying on her own students - and all you spoke about was your GRADES?!?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Nicky responded. "You had Miss Johnson pegged all wrong, Mandy - we both did. She is definitely NOT a lesbian. All she wanted yesterday was to help me do better in class. Apparently, she does this every year with other students like me - you know, the underachieving type? She was completely professional, and there was nothing about her that suggested otherwise. Believe me, she's just a cool teacher - that's it."
"Nothing but a cool teacher, huh? How long did you talk for?"
"I don't know - fifteen, twenty minutes maybe?"
"Nicky, you were gone for almost TWO HOURS yesterday!"
That came as a surprise. "What?"
"I'm not kidding! You left just before five and didn't get back until ALMOST SEVEN!"
"No way...are you sure?"
"Positive! If you weren't with Miss Johnson, then WHERE WERE YOU?!?"
Nicky looked confused. "I don't know."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T KNOW?!?"
"Mandy, get a grip! I swear, you're about to come apart at the seams! Look, you're just acting like this because a bunch of prep school idiots had nothing better to do with their time than spread stupid rumors, and it's making your imagination get the better of you. You're blowing this way out of proportion!"
"Am I? I waited for you last night. I saw you go back into Hainsworth, and then waited for you to come back out. It was just like I said; you didn't come out of the building until almost seven o'clock. I remember because I checked my watch. And when you finally did come out, you were acting really strange."
"What do you mean, 'strange'?"
"You said you were 'feeling really tired' or something and wanted to go to bed - we were supposed to study together last night, remember? And you had this really glassy look in your eye, like you couldn't even see me when you were talking to me. Are you going to tell me I imagined THAT?!?" Mandy looked at the puzzled expression on Nicky's face and stepped back before continuing. "Wait a minute...you don't remember any of this, do you?"
Nicky sat back down on the bed. "No, I don't...in fact, now that I think about it, I don't even remember going to bed last night..." She shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything. I was probably just feeling really tired and..."
"Oh, come ON, Nicky! You and I have been friends since whenever, remember? I know you as well as you know yourself, and part of that comes from all those late night telephone conversations you and I used to have. When was the last time you EVER went to bed before ten thirty?"
Nicole stood up and put her hands on Mandy's shoulders and spoke to her friend in a very firm but level tone. "Mandy, I want you to look at me. I want you to look at me, and I want you to listen very carefully, Ok? Nothing happened! You're making way too much of this. Yes, Miss Johnson maybe a little...weird - that I'll grant you. But she's harmless! And she's NOT a lesbian, believe me. Nothing happened! We talked about her wanting to tutor me - and that's IT!" She paused for a moment and softened her tone somewhat. "Look, I know these last few days haven't been exactly easy for you, being in a new place and all. And maybe I was a jerk for not staying up to study. I promise I'll make it up to you, Ok?"
"You didn't answer my question - if you weren't with Miss Johnson for two whole hours, then where were you?"
"I don't know. We probably talked longer than I thought, and I was probably feeling a little run down from a long day and came back to crash early, which is why I'm having a little trouble remembering."
Amanda turned away. She wasn't buying any of this, and she was having difficulty understanding why Nicole was willing to simply write it off. After all, she was the more suspicious of the two, and Amanda was sure that if the situation was reversed Nicole would be screaming foul almost twice as loudly.
"I don't know, Nicky...I don't know..."
A moment or two passed in silence before Nicky spoke up again. "Ok, look, do you remember the deal we made in the cafeteria, how I made you promise to look out for anything strange? Well, I'll do the same from now on - I promise. Whenever Miss Johnson and I are together I'll keep my eyes pealed for anything that looks even SLIGHTLY weird, in or out of the classroom. And if anything happens, I promise you'll be the first to know. Fair enough?"
Mandy turned to look at her friend again. "Are you actually considering letting her TUTOR you?"
"Mandy, she's the best teacher in the school! You know I want to go to Law School but don't have the grades. I'd be crazy NOT to."
"NICKY, COME ON!!!"
"For the last time, keep your voice down! Dammit, Mandy, what is this? Where is this, this craziness coming from? For Pete's sake, I've told you at least a dozen times that nothing happened - and STILL you don't believe me. What is it exactly that you suspect, that a grown woman seduced me right in the middle of the classroom? Or is it maybe that you're just a little bit jealous instead that she picked little old me instead of the star pupil to pay attention to?"
The outburst was sudden & unexpected, and the words inexplicably harsh. Nicole regretted saying them even before the last word was spoken, but it was too late. She wasn't wholly to blame; she was trying hard to understand her friend's misgivings, only to find her patience exhausted from being continually on the defensive. The look in her eyes was one of remorse, but it didn't matter. Her affront cut to the bone, a fact she saw clearly enough from the hurt look that overcame her best friend. When Mandy finally spoke again, her tone was somewhat subdued.
"If that's what you're really thinking, you are way off base. But, hey! It's your ass..." She reached for the door behind her. "For the record - I don't know what's going on, but something isn't right. I can feel it. You ask me to take your word, right? You say nothing's wrong, that Miss Johnson's not some dyke pedophile despite suspicion to the contrary, and that my imagination's working overtime, right? Ok, fine. As a friend, I'll accept what you're saying if that's what you want."
She opened the door and started to leave, then stopped and turned around again to look at Nicky. "I just really hope you know what you're doing."
"Mandy, wait, I didn't mean..."
The words fell in the empty air as Amanda shut the door behind her, leaving Nicky standing alone, rubbing her eyes and letting out a big sigh.
It did seem a bit odd that she couldn't remember some of the details of yesterday. But...so what? Nothing happened! Even if her memory was a little foggy, it wasn't the first time she couldn't recollect something as trivial as going to bed the night before - and it certainly didn't mean it had anything to do with meeting her teacher. Still...
She shook it off and started getting ready for class. None of this was anything more than a silly misunderstanding, and she was convinced that Amanda, though very well intentioned, was imagining the worst. It was understandable, and even appreciated. Amanda was her best friend and wanted to protect her, just as she would want to protect Amanda. Admittedly, if the situation was reversed, she would probably be acting the same way, which was why she made up her mind as she got ready for class to straighten things out between the two of them - after she gave Amanda a chance to calm down.
It was all a misunderstanding, wasn't it? After all, if something HAD happened, Nicole would have remembered - and therein lay the problem. Her mistaken recollection of the previous day's events was compounded by her faith in her own memory. Not that she would've known, but knowing would've perhaps made a huge difference in what was to come.
The week passed by uneventfully. Classes during the day were followed by dinner in the afternoon and study in the evenings. Over those next few days, Nicky apologized to Amanda for not being more sympathetic and tried emphatically to convince Amanda that there was nothing for her to be worried about. Mandy, more concerned with homework than with causing anguish with her best friend, reluctantly agreed to let it go. She still maintained a watchful eye like she promised, but by the end of the week she was forced to admit that maybe she was overreacting. Miss Johnson wasn't making it any easier; not only did she prove to be an exceptional teacher but a demanding one as well as the homework she gave out was far and away much more than any other class at Everson.
Friday finally arrived, and with it the promise of the first weekend away from the worries of school. The girls planned to start it out right by venturing out and away from Everson that very night, with plans to take in a movie, or perhaps do some shopping.
The final class of the day was English Lit. At the sound of the bell the girls gathered up their books and started heading out of the classroom.
"Miss Taylor?" Miss Johnson called out. "Could I see you for a moment please?"
The two girls exchanged glances - Mandy's one of uneasiness, Nicky's one of urgency. "I'll wait for you in the hall," Mandy said reluctantly, and then left the room.
Miss Johnson eyed the exchange between them with interest. "Is something the matter between you two, Miss Taylor?" the teacher asked.
"Oh, no, Miss Johnson, not at all," Nicole quickly answered, suddenly embarrassed. "Amanda's just having a tough time adjusting to a new school, that's all. She's under a lot of stress right now."
"Ah, I see. Well, give it time. At least she has you as a friend - the two of you are friends, are you not?"
"Yes, Miss Johnson, we came from California together."
"Really? That's wonderful. How fortunate for you both." Her innocent response concealed her thoughts as they raced at yet another interesting possibility. "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that that you and I have our first tutoring session scheduled for this evening."
Nicky's heart sank. "Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. Why? Is that a problem?"
"But it's Friday."
Miss Johnson sat down and leaned back. "Yes, I know. I prefer to tutor on Friday evenings. I can review a student's work for the entire week in one sitting. Plus, it allows my students to devote complete attention without being hampered by homework or an upcoming test." A convincing reason - though not the real one, of course.
"Well, I suppose that makes sense," Nicky conceded. "It's just that...well..."
"Yes?"
"Well, I promised Mandy - Amanda, that is - that she and I could go to the movies tonight, and..."
That drew a cold look. "Young lady, I got the distinct impression from our little chat that you were serious about wanting to get into law school. I hope that wasn't a mistake."
Nicky was cornered. "No, Miss Johnson, it wasn't."
"Good. Then I'll see you at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Here are the directions to my home. Be on time, please."
Nicky looked surprised. "You want me to come to your home?"
"Yes. I tutor all my students at my home - gets them out of those stale dormitory rooms for a while. I assure you, it's quite comfortable. And don't worry, Miss Taylor. After we're through, I'm sure you'll agree with me that it was worth giving up a Friday evening for."
'Well, that settles it,' Nicky thought. "Yes, Miss Johnson, I'll be there," she responded. She turned and walked out the door with a dejected look on her face, leaving the older woman by herself, a knowing smile slyly sneaking across her lips.
'Oh yes, my dear,' she thought. 'I'm quite sure you'll find tonight's lesson to be worth your while, indeed.'
"Tutoring?!?" Mandy couldn't believe her ears. "Tonight? A FRIDAY NIGHT?!?!?"
"Would you please take it easy?" The botched trip into town was already wearing Nicky's patience thin, and she wasn't in the mood for another one of Mandy's outbursts.
"You've GOT to be kidding me! Of all the nights for extra study, she picks the beginning of the weekend?"
"I know, I know, I'm not exactly thrilled about it either, but..."
"'Not exactly thrilled?' You've been looking forward to this weekend more than I have!"
"Don't you think I'm upset about this, too? Don't you think I want to get out of here as much as you do?"
"Then why don't you do something about it?"
"What would you have me do, go back and say 'no'? Mandy, I told you, this is my shot to get into a decent college. If that means having to give up one measly Friday night - or even a couple - then so be it. Besides, we have the whole weekend to spend together."
"I don't believe this..." Mandy started walking away. Nicky caught up with her and lowered her voice.
"Look, I know you're upset. We can talk about it some more on the way back to the dorm. I have to be at her house by 7 tonight, and I want to clean up a bit before..."
Mandy stopped dead and grabbed Nicky's arm so hard it almost broke in two. "Hold on one second...you're going to her HOUSE?!?"
"No...We're not going trough this again," Nicky said. "We've been through it at least a dozen times already. There's nothing to worry about! She wants to tutor me at her house. If it makes you feel any better, some of the other girls have already mentioned that many of the other Everson teachers do the same, Ok?
Mandy said nothing as she turned and started again with Nicky close behind.
"Look, do me a favor, would you? We were going to go into town with those two girls from the first floor, right? Well, go on with them into town, catch a movie, and RELAX! I swear, you really are going to drive yourself crazy with all this useless worrying, and what's more you're going to take me with you."
"I'm not going anywhere tonight until you get back."
Nicky rolled her eyes skywards and let out a heavy sigh.
Later that evening, Nicole left the dorm and began the short walk to Miss Johnson's house. Nightfall had come about a half an hour before, and the clear skies allowed Nicole to enjoy the last rays of daylight left behind by the setting sun. A light breeze rustled through the nearby trees, the warm night air gently moving in and around the branches. What a gorgeous fall evening Nicole thought as she made her way along.
The township surrounding Everson was a typically old New England small town, with narrow tree-lined streets and old fashioned houses accentuating the country atmosphere. Nicole took in the rustic surroundings until she eventually came upon a traditional white colonial salt box, the house she recognized as being the home of one Sheila Marie Johnson. It was just before 7:00 p.m. when Nicole arrived at the front door, and she hoped Miss Johnson would take note of her punctuality as she knocked and waited for someone to answer, straightening her appearance while she waited. A moment or two elapsed before the door was opened and Miss Johnson appeared in the doorway.
"Ah, Miss Taylor, good evening," the teacher greeted her with a smile. "Please, come in."
Nicole stepped inside and Miss Johnson closed the door behind her. Nicole saw that the teacher was still dressed in her school attire, and she was glad she had decided to keep her school uniform on for the evening session.
"I want to applaud you for being on time," said Miss Johnson. "I can't tell you how many students I offer to tutor cannot perform that simply courtesy. Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"No, Miss Johnson, your directions were great," Nicole answered, happy that she had made a good first impression.
"Good. Well, why don't you come on in and put your books down on the dining room table, and then I'll give you a little five cent tour of the house before we get started."
As she as she followed Miss Johnson into the dining room, Nicole looked around and for the first time took notice of where she was - and felt as if she had stepped back in time. Miss Johnson's home had the appearance of an antique museum, with mahogany hardwood on the floors and walls, and expensive wood furniture in every room. The dining room table was made out of cherry wood, polished so well Nicole could almost see her own reflection. The old-fashioned hutch had fine china and crystal that shown from light coming from the chandelier. Every room was decorated with some sort of artistic influence, from sculptures and small mementos to lavish oil paintings. And it was all immaculate. There was not a speck of dirt anywhere. Nothing was out of place, and there wasn't anything that didn't gleam or shine if it was supposed to. Nicole was astonished, not to mention impressed. Her teacher lived quite well for herself - a remarkable luxury on a teacher's salary.
Finally, Miss Johnson led her into the living room, which had a simple country fireplace and a beautiful set of sitting couches with chairs all around. The only thing that was out of place was the large television set sitting in the corner of the room.
"Well, what do you think?" the teacher asked.
Nicole was at a loss for words. "Miss Johnson, I...it's beautiful!" she stammered, obviously overwhelmed. "I can't believe it...you have wonderful taste. I mean, I'm almost afraid to touch anything!"
"Well, thank you," Miss Johnson chuckled. "It's nice to meet someone your age who appreciates nice things. I was fortunate enough to come from a wealthy family, so having nice things is an advantage I'm very grateful for. Don't be too impressed, though...they're just things. Believe me, there is a lot more to life than having a nice house." One aspect of which you'll begin to find out very shortly, she thought silently.
"That...painting...on the wall...that's not the original...," Nicole managed to blurt out.
Miss Johnson turned around. "Ah, I see I'm not the only one with good taste. Yes, that is the original. Very good, Miss Taylor, I can see you do have a good eye for fine art as your transcript suggested."
"Oh, my..." The young girls jaw almost dropped to the floor. The painting was easily worth six or seven figures. "Miss Johnson, I don't understand...you could do almost anything you wanted - why are you TEACHING?!?"
"Because I enjoy it," she answered. "I love to teach, and, besides, teaching has certain other advantages." The teacher could easily see that Nicole felt excited, almost uncomfortable, an indication that it was time to begin the evenings activities. "Alright, let's begin," she said, "The first thing I do with any student I tutor is review the initial session. I like to use it as a guide to help maintain focus and set goals we wish to accomplish together. Why don't you come over here in front of the television?"
Nicole did as Miss Johnson asked while the teacher picked up a remote on top of the TV and turned it on. The unit was a fully equipped home entertainment center complete with DVD and VCR players. The VCR came on as well.
"Now, I keep visual records of all the initial sessions with students I tutor so that nothing is missed. That's what we're going to look at first."
"You taped our first meeting?" Nicole asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes."
"I don't remember seeing any video equipment in your classroom."
"Oh, I assure you, Miss Taylor, it was there. I keep it hidden from view to allow students to be completely forthcoming about their schoolwork. The last thing I want is for a student to clam up because they were more worried about being on camera than discussing their grades. Not to worry, though - these tapes are confidential. I keep them with my student records, and no one sees them without my permission."
It sounded reasonable enough. Nicole stood there and waited as Miss Johnson worked the remote and started the video recorder. The tape began playing, and the older woman put the remote back down on the TV and stood behind Nicole to watch with her.
The tape showed Nicole and Miss Johnson sitting and talking in Miss Johnson's classroom, Nicole recognizing the plush sitting chairs that sat in the corner. The audio was good enough for Nicole to follow the conversation as she and Miss Johnson discussed her grades, Miss Johnson offering to tutor her, and the prospect of law school. Hearing that repeated as a possibility once again made Nicole very excited.
Then Nicole watched as Miss Johnson got up and went to her desk, and then sat down again with the watch Nicole remembered seeing. The teacher showed Nicole the watch, then held it up to her face and began swinging it back and forth.
It took a moment for Nicole to realize that something wasn't quite right as she watched Miss Johnson swinging the watch, her voice soft as she gently put Nicole to sleep in a matter of minutes. The excitement she felt was replaced with a very odd feeling.
"Wait a minute, what is this..." Nicole asked nervously.
The teacher put her hands on Nicole's shoulders to steady her. "Shhhhh," she whispered leaning in. "Just watch."
"Nicole? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, Miss Johnson." Her voice was breathless, and barely audible.
"Good." The older woman ceased swinging the watch and gathered it back up in her hand. "Now then, Miss Taylor, you are about to be given your first lesson in the grandest subject of all - a lesson in pleasure. You will be allowed to feel every sensation, expressing yourself accordingly and reacting in a manner that befits you. When we are finished, you will return to your dormitory room, go to sleep in your bed, and awaken in the morning feeling completely relaxed and refreshed.
"But - and this is most important, so please listen carefully - you will have absolutely no memory of what transpires here. You will remember our little chat concerning your academic future, but nothing else. The rest you will remember only when I tell you to remember. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Johnson."
The teacher sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. "Stand up and face me, my dear."
The teenager stood up and turned to face Miss Johnson, her eyes still closed.
"Undress."
Nicole's jaw almost dropped to the floor as she watched herself begin to remove her uniform in front of the older woman. She took no notice of Miss Johnson standing behind her, the teacher's hands now gently kneading Nicole's arms and shoulders.
Miss Johnson just sat back and watched as her student slowly disrobed in front of her. The thin smile across her lips reflected an air of contented satisfaction as article after article of clothing fell to the floor. She was quite pleased with herself at having once again successfully entranced a very desirable young lady, one she would make sure she would completely seduce into her own little sexy world.
Finally, Nicole stood before her clad only in her knee high green uniform socks and cotton panties. Miss Johnson stopped her as the teenager reached for them.
"No, no, Miss Taylor. That's alright. You may leave those to me." Removing a young girl's panties for the first time and thus revealing what was underneath was something she preferred to do herself.
"Yes, Miss Johnson."
The teacher then stood up and slowly walked around Nicole, taking in the almost naked beauty in front of her. The girl's skin was lightly brown, remnants of spending many hours in the California summer sun. Her breasts her as impressive as Miss Johnson had imagined for a girl her age - large and rounded, with beautiful pink nipples that stood out firm in the not so warm air of the surrounding classroom. A nicely flat tummy gave away lots of physical activity, and her thighs were shapely but very strong to the eye.
Miss Johnson completed her circular odyssey and stood directly in front of Nicole. She gave off a little sigh.
"You are lovely, my dear," she said. Nicole did not answer.
The teacher reached out with her hand and lifted Nicole's chin so that she could admire up close the little mouth she'd been ogling for the past week. The rubbed her thumb over Nicole's lips.
"Open your mouth please, Miss Taylor."
Nicole opened to admit the older woman's prodding digit. "Now close your mouth and suck on my thumb."
Miss Johnson moved her thumb back and forth as Nicole eagerly suckled, as if she was an infant sucking her own thumb. The teacher considered kissing Nicole for the first time, but that pleasure she would save for later when Nicole was both awake and aware - and, if she her way, willing.
For now, though, it was time for Miss Johnson to see what lie underneath those cotton panties. She told Nicole to stop sucking, and then knelt down in front of her. She reached up with her hands underneath the young girls panties and gave her nicely rounded ass cheeks a healthy squeeze before taking hold of the elastic band and tugging the fabric down.
And there it was, a small triangular cleft of brown pubic hair surrounding the noticeably puffy outer lips of Nicole's pussy. Miss Johnson smiled when she noticed the hair glistened from the girls own juices.
Miss Johnson stood up once again and helped Nicole out of her panties before telling her to sit down and lie back. She got back down in front of her young student, lifting one leg on top of her shoulder and placing the other over the armrest of the chair, exposing Nicole completely. The older woman's hand savored the feeling for the first time the inside of Nicole's thigh as she examined her prize with bated anticipation. The inner lips of Nicole's pussy had separated, already moist despite the fact that Miss Johnson hadn't even touched her yet. Her budding clitoris stood out proudly, begging for attention.
She reached out with her hand and touched Nicole for the first time, rubbing her hand up and down the young girl's exposed vulva. Finally, the teacher's fingers spread apart the young lips of Nicole's inner sex. She leaned in close and inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent. "Hmmm, lovely," she sighed as she reached out with her tongue and buried her head between Nicole's thighs.
"You remember how it was, don't you, Miss Taylor?" the teacher's breath was hot and her voice husky, her lips brushing lightly against Nicole's ear. "How you fell under for me so sweetly, then uncovered yourself in front of me, and then lay there, naked and exposed, while I savored you for the first time..."
Nicole just stood there frozen, mouth open, watching the images on the television with disbelief. The camera was positioned such that few details could be seen, but it was obvious what has happening. The realization of it slowly came to her. It was true. It was all true - and yet it was still too incomprehensible to imagine. Even now, as she watched Miss Johnson touching her, she could hardly believe it. Her teacher was a lesbian.
The TV showed Miss Johnson working intently on Nicole's young pussy, her hands gently roaming all over the teenager's body before finding her breasts, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples until they stood out proud like little rose buds. Nicole watched and listened to herself as she responded forcefully to the older woman's touch, and her reactions left little doubt about the affect Miss Johnson's ministrations had on her.
"You were wonderful, my dear," the teacher went on. "You tasted just the way I imagined you would - sticky and sweet. And you enjoyed yourself immensely, judging from the way you moved under my tongue."
Miss Johnson's hands were now meandering freely around Nicole's arms and shoulders, her fingertips grazing lightly. Nicole was oblivious to the sensation and stood motionless not knowing what to do. How could this have happened? She had been seduced by her own teacher - a FEMALE teacher - and didn't even know it. Mandy was right, something had happened in Miss Johnson's classroom - and she was watching that something right in front of her. How was it that she could not remember? How was it Mandy saw it coming and she didn't...
...how was it that she evidently enjoyed herself...
...and how was it that she could feel herself getting noticeably wet right on the spot!
"Yes, you do remember don't you?" Miss Johnson whispered. "You remember what it was like to have my hands on your body...your hips...your thighs...your breasts..."
Miss Johnson quickly slid her hands underneath Nicole's arms and took hold of the teenager's large mounds, giving them a healthy squeeze. Nicole gasped sharply as the older woman seized the twin orbs, massaging them well, kneading them with the perfected skill so many years of seducing young girls had given her. Nicole instantly went into overload. She was now firmly in the clutches of a very, very experienced woman. Her experience gave the teacher an overwhelming advantage, one that made it almost impossible for Nicole to resist her.
Nicole closed her eyes, trying to slow down the onslaught on her senses. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing had become labored. Miss Johnson continued fondling Nicole's breasts through her school uniform while her mouth danced lightly over the girl's trembling flesh, kissing her neck and gently lapping at her ear lobe with her tongue. It was no use. The seduction engulfed Nicole. Her mind was fighting to say "no", but her body's response overrode her.
Miss Johnson could sense Nicole succumbing quickly, and did her part to help the young girl along. "Don't try to fight it, Miss Taylor," she whispered, her fingertips now grazing circles around the stiffened nubs sticking out against clothing that unhappily restrained them. "Just relax and let go - you're going to experience something you'll never, ever forget."
Whatever self-control Nicole possessed disappeared completely as she felt Miss Johnson's mouth come crashing down on her own, her mouth flooded with the older woman's tongue. Nicole swooned just as she felt Miss Johnson's hands as they began pulling the clothes from her body.
Nicole awoke to see a smiling Miss Johnson standing over her.
"Welcome back, Miss Taylor," she said. "How do you feel?"
It took a moment before Nicole knew where she was. She was lying down on a bed, naked except for the cotton panties she wore with her uniform. Her hands were tied to the bedpost by two white silk scarves.
"Where am I?" she asked nervously.
"You're in my bedroom, of course," responded Miss Johnson. "I thought we might be more comfortable up here instead of in the living room."
Nicole looked around. The teacher's bedroom was large, beautifully furnished in much the same way as the rest of the house - another fireplace was smoldering in the corner - but nothing caught her attention as much as the French style bed on which she found herself lying upon.
"What are you doing to do to me?"
The older woman smiled seductively and turned away from Nicole, leaving the teenager to wrestle with her imagination. Nicole watched as Miss Johnson bustled about, setting the appropriate mood. Candles were lit, prompting Miss Johnson to turn off the lights that had intruded on them long enough. A small CD player on the nightstand began playing some very sexy jazz. The smell of incense began filling the air.
"There now, I think we're ready to begin," she returning to Nicole's side. The older woman looked at Nicole and saw the all too familiar look of fright in the young girl's eyes. "Don't be frightened, Miss Taylor, nothing bad is going to happen to you - I promise."
"Please don't hurt me," Nicole pleaded weakly.
"Hurt you? My dear, you completely misunderstand. I am not in any way going to inflict any type of pain upon you. This is to be another lesson in pleasure, one very similar to the one you experienced in my classroom, but one that, shall we say, involves a bit more "hands on" application. Regardless, I feel quite sure you'll enjoy yourself fully. In fact, I'll wager to say that, by the time we're through here tonight, you'll be begging me not to stop."
The teacher reached up and began undoing the buttons on her blouse.