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 IV - The Decision
Nicole opened her eyes to a peaceful darkness. She was still hovering between that early morning place between dreams and consciousness, not knowing whether she wanted to get up or still sleep. The quiet stillness that hung in the air made it difficult for her not to want to close her eyes and nod off again. She rolled over and looked at the clock on the bed stand, thinking that if it was still early morning she'd go back to sleep. She sat straight up when she saw that it said 12:30 p.m.
'12:30?' she thought. 'How the hell did THAT happen?' Nicole did like to sleep late, as she often did during the summer and on the weekends during school, but even on her laziest days did she ever sleep past 9 or 10.
She was still a little sleepy as she looked around the room. The surroundings were unfamiliar to her, but very pleasant nonetheless. Even in the dark, she could make out a very large antique bureau in the corner, and a Queen Anne style writing desk along the wall underneath the room's only window, whose blinds were drawn to keep out the afternoon sunlight. The bed she slept in was quite comfortable - queen sized outfitted with a light summertime goose-down comforter, very expensive silk sheets, and pillows so plush a person could loose themselves laying in them. She was thinking that who ever this room belonged to certainly had good taste when it suddenly dawned on her. She was still at Miss Johnson's house.
That nervous feeling began crossing her stomach again and quickly glanced under the sheets, and then yanked them up around herself as she realized that she was still naked. Visions instantly danced in her head of her teacher returning to pick up where she left off the night before, when...Nicole couldn't even think about it. Only by looking around again to make sure Miss Johnson was nowhere in sight was she convinced that she was alone. The feeling of panic left her, but only for a moment as another more pressing issue suddenly hit her. Where were her clothes? And where exactly was she? She had never seen this room before, nor did she have any memory of how she got here. This wasn't Miss Johnson's bedroom she knew, so it had to have been a guest room of some sort. She was right - it was the guestroom. Miss Johnson had put her there so the exhausted teenager could get some sleep - a hospitable gesture considering the teacher's overdriven libido was the reason why Nicole was so tired to begin with.
With workmanlike efficiency, Miss Johnson fucked Nicole mercilessly for hours, not allowing the teenager any respite. Each orgasm would roll itself into another, with Nicole helpless to do anything but moan loudly and hang on for dear life as the 38 year old teacher pumped vigorously into her. The older woman's lust was insatiable, the monstrous dildo strapped tightly around her waist exacting a seemingly unending surge of pleasure from her young student. Again and again she plunged deep into Nicole's throbbing pussy, touching her in places the teenager never knew existed. The young girl came so many times she lost all sense of time and place, gripping the sticky sheets beneath her so hard it seemed she would rip them to pieces. The last bit of her own consciousness she lost sight of as well following the evenings final climactic episode.
The tryst continued non-stop with Miss Johnson in total control, taking Nicole from behind where she could command the pace more easily. She would slow down and thrust deeply and methodically into Nicole, filling Nicole with her pounding cock over and over again, taking her to the brink of climax before backing off and starting from the beginning. All the while, she would run her hands all over the young girl's sweat laden body, massaging her swollen breasts, her ass, teasing her clitoris with her fingertips. Only when the cries and whimpers coming from Nicole signaled that she was begging for release did Miss Johnson then pick up the tempo, powering the immense phallus into her young student with reckless abandon until a massive orgasm consumed her. It was during this last furiously intense erotic siege that Miss Johnson sent her bucking charge over the edge for good. She drove Nicole once again towards an unstoppable orgasm, plowing into her like an unstoppable machine, when she suddenly inserted her finger into Nicole's anus, sending Nicole's senses into the stars. The teenager finally passed out, collapsing in a sweaty heap on her teacher's soiled bed, a bleary pile of spent flesh huddled in a twitching, heaving mass of orgasmic weariness.
It was well passed midnight when Miss Johnson decided enough was enough, gathering Nicole's limp form into her arms and carrying her to her nearby guest room, which had been prepared in anticipation of the evening's activities. The teacher had no intention of letting a teenaged girl walk home at such a late hour - if she could even walk at all, which Miss Johnson highly doubted. She carefully laid Nicole down on the bed, wiped the sweat from Nicole's body with a large towel, pulled the covers over her, and drew the blinds, ensuring the young girl would be left completely undisturbed for the next several hours. She gently kissed Nicole on the mouth and stroked her hair before shutting the door behind her.
Even if she were aware of Miss Johnson's post-coital tenderness, it would've been of little consequence to Nicole in the here and now. Her only immediate concern was finding her clothing and simply getting out of there, terrified of what might happen if Miss Johnson suddenly walked through the door. She reached over and switched on the light sitting on the nightstand, and discovered a neatly folded sheet of expensive looking linen writing paper sitting on a small china plate next to the bed. Nicole immediately knew what it was and who it was from as she picked it up and unfolded it. The handwriting was beautiful...
Miss Taylor,
Feel free to sleep in as long as you like. When you are ready, there is a silk dressing robe on the bench at the foot of the bed that you may change into. My maid, Tanya, sent your things out to be cleaned and pressed, and should be back in time for you to dress and return to the dorm this afternoon. Please accept my apologies for not seeing you off myself, but I'm afraid a previous engagement requires my presence in New York City for the day, and I won't be back until late this evening. In the meantime, relax for a bit and enjoy my hospitality. I've instructed Tanya to take very good care of you; she will draw you a bath so that you may freshen up, and then make you something to eat. And I would suggest that you do eat, since I'm sure you'll have quite an appetite when you wake up.
You did exceptionally well for your first lesson, Miss Taylor. You needn't worry about that now, however - we'll discuss it another time. Suffice it to say that you have tremendous potential just as I believed you would, and I have every confidence that, with many more similar lessons, you will excel very quickly and go quite far.
I look forward to our next session together. Enjoy the rest of the weekend and I'll see you on Monday.
Regards,
Miss Johnson
'She's crazy.' Nicole thought. '...did exceptionally well...? What the hell does THAT mean? And ...go quite far...? As what, a post graduate prostitute?!?'
Nicole became more and more concerned with getting out of there, disturbed that her teacher could speak so matter-of-factly about an experience as incredulously inconceivable as having sex with a teenaged student, when there was suddenly a knock at the door. Nicole's head snapped sharply at the unexpected disturbance, pulling the covers tight against her skin as she watched the door open in front of her.
"Hello?" came a voice, followed by a head through the doorway. "Ah, you're awake...very good."
An elderly woman dressed in a very bland housekeeping uniform stepped into the room and turned the light on. She carried Nicole's uniform folded neatly on a hanger, just arrived from the dry cleaners in town.
"Good Morning - you must be Miss Taylor," the woman said. She was easily sixty if she was a day. "My name is Tanya. I am Miss Johnson's housekeeper."
Nicole didn't answer but sat frozen on the bed.
The woman noticed Nicole's nervousness and continued. "Ah, I can see you're not yet fully awake," she said. "Forgive me if I disturbed you, young lady, I only came in to see if you were out of bed yet and to bring these to you." She hung the uniform on the door. "Would you like to get up?"
"I...um..." was all Nicole could muster.
"That's quite all right, dear - nothing to be nervous about. I simply keep Miss Johnson's house in order for her while she is away. She has quite a busy schedule, and this house requires a lot of attention to keep it the way it does. Now then...would you like to get up?"
"Um...yes...I guess no..."
Tanya smiled. "Very good. Here, let me help you slip into this..." She reached for the robe and approached the side of the bed.
"NO! I mean...no...that's all right...I'll dress myself." Nicole said with a little regret at having almost bitten the woman's head off. Been naked in the presence of someone else was a bit more than she could handle at the moment.
"Oh...very well, I'll wait outside, but let me first draw back the curtains. It's such a beautiful day out."
She went to the window and pulled back the drapes. The sun beamed through the window as she walked to the door."
"I'm going to the bathroom in the hallway to fill a bath for you. When you are ready, it's the second door on the right." She started out the door.
"Wait! I mean...I'm sorry, you said your name was Tanya? Tanya, I'm sorry...I mean, I didn't mean to yell before...it's just that, well..."
The woman cut her off. "Miss Taylor, I can see that you are quite nervous. Well, I don't blame you a bit. Being in strange surroundings can be disheartening for anyone. But you needn't be. After I make your bath, I will leave you in peace to relax and refresh. Then, after you've dried off and dressed, come down stairs and I will fix you the finest plate of eggs benedict you've ever had. And don't tell me you're not hungry - a young lady like you needs to keep up her strength."
'If she only knew,' Nicole thought. "Thank you - you're very kind."
The woman smiled again. "Not at all. Take your time." She left closing the door behind her.
Nicole made it back to the dorm a little before two, finding it empty for the most part. Most of the other girls were out and about enjoying the nice weather, a condition for which Nicole was greatly relieved. She was also thankful to see that Mandy was to be nowhere in sight. Nicole went to her room and lock herself inside, throwing her books and her uniform jacket on desk before collapsing on the bed.
She laid there, taking in a deep breath and giving out a very heavy sigh. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The world had been spinning since the night before, and all she wanted was to be perfectly still and bring the world around her to a pause so she could think.
'What the hell had HAPPENED last night?' she thought. It was too wild for her to even think about. Here she was, an eighteen year old HIGH SCHOOL student, who had just spent the night being wildly fucked by her own English teacher - her own FEMALE English teacher! How had this all happened? A week ago she was a brand new student beginning her senior year, and the only problem she had was adjusting to a new place and a new school. That all seemed pale in comparison now, not to mention petty and trivial. How had she managed to get herself into a crazy situation like this? And what was she going to do about it now?
She thought back to the tape she watched in Miss Johnson's living room, the one of her first after school meeting with the new teacher in her classroom. She remembered seeing herself and the swinging watch and...wait a second...
Nicole sat up instantly. That was it. Of COURSE! Miss Johnson had hypnotized her! THAT'S why she didn't remember anything about that first meeting, and THAT'S why Mandy said she was acting so weird. Why had it taken her so long to pick up on that?
But it didn't make any sense. Nicole wasn't the brightest person in the world, but she knew enough about hypnotism to know that a person couldn't be made to do what they didn't want to. She also had enough sense for an intelligent teenager to know that the last thing she wanted right now was a sexual encounter with someone she barely knew. And yet, here she was, the day after having sex - with her English teacher...with her 38 YEAR OLD FEMALE ENGLISH TEACHER!!! What did that say about her? That she...somehow...liked...girls? That she was a teenaged LESBIAN?!? Did what happen between herself and Miss Johnson happen because somehow she wanted it to happen? That thought alone was too big for ANY high school girl to have to confront.
Not that she had anything against lesbians, of course. Some of her best friends were gay. It was just that she had always liked boys. Always! She remembered being kissed for the first time by her first boyfriend, Dan in the eighth grade. She had only had sex on two occasions, both times with her steady boyfriend, Tommy, back in California. It wasn't particularly great - at least, that's what she remembered - but it was good enough to know that she wanted eventually to do it again, if not with Tommy than with another boy that she liked. She wanted to do what she thought every other normal, healthy, average, heterosexual woman wanted to do...get married, have a family, settle down...
And then there was Amanda...what on earth was she going to say to Mandy? She didn't even want to think about that now; she didn't think she could even face Mandy if she walked through the door at that moment. But she knew eventually she'd have to face her. What would she say? And how would she explain what happened? How could she look her friend in the eye and own up to admitting that the very thing she was afraid of coming true had, in fact, come true? Mandy was her very oldest and very best friend. She couldn't even begin to imagine how hurt Mandy must be - not because Nicole had allowed herself to be seduced by her English teacher, but because Nicole hadn't had enough respect for Mandy's instincts to take them more seriously, that she was too willing to dismiss her instead of listen to her. Nicole could only image the betrayal Mandy must have felt, especially since it was Nicole who said Mandy was acting crazy and letting her imagination get the better of her. The thought was enough to make Nicole sick to her stomach.
But none of these things was the worst part...
She wanted to close her eyes, but fought the urge. She was too terrified of what she might see. Her body's tiredness won out after a few minutes, and she closed her eyes, wanting to let her thoughts go and just rest. Sure enough, her thoughts would drift back to last night. She remembered seeing herself on television, watching Miss Johnson hypnotize her and then devour her pussy right in front of her. She remembered Miss Johnson kissing her for the first time, feeling the older woman's tongue in her mouth and massaging her breasts. She once again saw herself naked in Miss Johnson's bedroom; saw Miss Johnson's head in between her own spread legs, feeling Miss Johnson's lips and tongue on her breasts and pussy, remembering what it felt like each time she came. She remembered seeing Miss Johnson naked, thinking her teacher was nothing short of a beautiful Amazon goddess, towering over her and ready to devour her whole. She remembered the indescribable feeling the first time Miss Johnson entered her with that huge dildo, how terrified she felt when she first saw it, how her body reacted so forcefully being stretched that much and having her body filled with such a massive organ. She remembered Miss Johnson on top of her as she fucked her, with that incredibly huge penis sliding in and out of her pussy time after time. She remembered the orgasms...those incredible, mind blowing, unbelievably intense spasms of ecstasy she experienced each time she went over the top. At the time she felt each climax was somehow a punishment, the way they robbed her both of her energy and her self control. But now... She remembered the feelings of conflict within her, how it felt being tied up and at the same time not wanting to be untied, how she wanted what was happening to her to stop and yet not stop at the same time as Miss Johnson continued doing those wonderfully delicate things to her...
Nicole sent her hand down in between her own legs and delved into her wet panties. She quickly spread her own lips apart and found her clitoris, rubbing furiously, plunging her finger deep inside her own love canal, wanting nothing more than to relive those wonderful feelings, wanting badly to cum the way she had the night before. The orgasm that eventually came offered her relief but in no way matched the intensity of the previous night. No, the worst part was acknowledging what her own body was telling her each time she allowed herself to think back on last night - not that Miss Johnson had fucked her, but that Miss Johnson had fucked her very, very well.
And, what's more, as unimaginable as it seemed, she wanted Miss Johnson to do it again.
The weekend passed quickly. Nicole spent the remainder of it locked away in her room, coming out only to shower, do laundry, and eat. She needed time to think and to calm down - and to figure out what she would do next. Her room was the only place where she felt safe enough to be alone with her own thoughts. She didn't see Mandy at all, which both worried her and put her mind at ease at the same time. She knew seeing Mandy and talking to her would be difficult, but she at least expected a knock on the door and an "Are you alright?" She would've even been grateful if Mandy got up the courage to go off in anger the way she did the morning after...well... Nicole shrugged. She didn't enjoy thinking about that Monday afternoon at all, especially since she'd only been living with the knowledge of what really happened for a couple of days. Mandy had known - she had known all along. In fact, Mandy had tried to tell her, tried to warn her that first afternoon in the hallway. But Nicky didn't listen. If only she'd listened...
The school week began again, and with it returned the normal hustle and bustle of an average high school. That first Monday had been difficult for Nicole, not knowing how to act or what to say to anybody, whether anyone else knew - whether they'd be able to tell. The hardest part was running into Mandy for the first time. The two met in the dining hall that Monday morning before classes. Nicole had spotted her sitting at a table all by herself, eating quietly and going over one of her text books, and walked over to talk to her. She never got the chance; Mandy spotted Nicole before she even got to the table, and the icy stare in her eyes told Nicole all she needed to know: You're not welcome here. Nicole had expected that kind of reaction from her best friend, but it didn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes as she walked away.
For the rest of the week, the two would sit together. Neither spoke to the other; Nicole would occasionally glance over at Mandy, who did nothing but stare straight ahead. Beyond that things were pretty much routine. Classes came and went as usual, with nothing odd or out of the ordinary taking place. Nicole stayed by herself, and oddly enough found the other girls just leaving her be. There were no awkward stares, no giggling, no silent whispers or training eyes in the hallways as she walked by. Things were just as they were: Perfectly normal. Even the group of girls with which both she and Mandy had run ins with left her alone, leaving Nicole completely free to get a grip on herself.
And then there was Miss Johnson. She, too, gave no hint of the goings on in her house the previous Friday. Nicole had anticipated some sort of reaction from her teacher - a wink, a look, an expression of "knowing" - but it never came. Miss Johnson was a consummate professional in the classroom, carrying on with teaching class the way any demanding English teacher would. She made no special effort to single out or isolate Nicole but instead treated her as any other student, calling on her periodically to answer questions, challenging her whenever she gave a response the teacher didn't approve of, pushing her to work harder and do better - just as she did with all the other girls. It was as if what had happened that Friday hadn't really happened at all, with time moving it further and further from the realm of reality and somewhere between a memory and a dream.
But it hadn't been a dream for Nicole. The teenager would sit in class every day and watch Miss Johnson as she talked and moved, and each time the memories of that night would come back againto haunt her. That Miss Johnson gave Nicole no deliberate or perceivable notice fueled Nicole's imagination even further, making it impossible for her to look at Miss Johnson without thinking about how less than a week before the older woman had been fucking her senselessly. It was all she could do each day to keep from thrusting her hand down into her panties to seek relief, an exercise that happened without fail at the end of each day the moment Nicole got back to her dorm room.
Friday arrived, and with it the promise of a relaxing weekend. Nicole made no plans accept to relax and rest, and maybe call her parents. She would've liked to have somehow gotten together with Mandy to maybe go have sodas somewhere and talk, but that wasn't going to any time soon. The two were as of yet still not on speaking terms.
The bell rang indicating the end of English, the next to last class of the day. Nicole stood up and gathered her books to leave.
"Ah, Miss Taylor, may I see you a moment please?" Miss Johnson asked.
Nicole stopped dead in her tracks, her stomach instantly knotting itself. She caught a glance of Mandy looking at her. Mandy only rolled her eyes skyward and shook her head as she started leaving.
Nicole gathered herself and walked up front, where Miss Johnson was chatting with two other students. She waited patiently for her teacher to finish before walking up to her.
"Ah, yes, Miss Taylor," the teacher started, her tone direct and to the point. "I need to see you after school today. Meet me back here at 4:45. Do not be late." The teacher spoke that last sentence with a seriousness that suggested ill tidings if not properly obeyed.
"Yes, Miss Johnson," Nicole replied meekly. She turned as she finished and left the classroom quickly.
The clock on the wall read 4:37 as Nicole made her way back to Miss Johnson's classroom. The hallway was dark and deserted, very much the same way it was a week ago when Nicole first met Miss Johnson after school. In fact, it was almost identical - except, of course, for Nicole, who was much more uneasy about this meeting than the last one. Since the end of her English class, the teenager couldn't help but wonder what it was Miss Johnson wanted. The directness of her manner told Nicole that it might have something to do with school, that perhaps the teacher was going to inquire whether or not Nicole had any desire to begin being tutored - in the academic sense, of course. That plus the fact that Miss Johnson had not mentioned nor given hint to anything out of the ordinary told Nicole that maybe what happened was just a one time thing, and that it was done with and out of the way.
'Why am I doing this?' Nicole thought. She knew exactly why the teacher wanted to see her, and it had nothing to do with schoolwork. Yet Nicole had chosen to come by herself, without any backup or support, to see the teacher alone in her own classroom. What did that say? That Nicole really did hope it had something to do with tutoring, or something else academic, perhaps?
Or was it simply that there was, indeed, a part of her that DID want to be alone with her 38 year old English teacher?
Whatever the reason, Nicole was determined to be prepared - no small task since her heart was thumping away like a jackhammer out of control inside her chest. Still, she paused to collect herself, taking a deep breath as she came once again to the door of the classroom and looked inside. Miss Johnson was seated at her desk, doing some paperwork. The parallel between last weeks meeting and now struck Nicole as being wildly uncanny, something she gave considerable thought to before knocking on the door.
"Come in, Miss Taylor." Miss Johnson did not look up. "I'll be with you in just a moment."
Nicole walked inside and stood in front of Miss Johnson's desk. She noticed her teacher wearing glasses, something she hadn't see before. Nicole didn't know why that detail was so important, only that it was something she hadn't seen on Miss Johnson before, along with the serious looking expression on the teacher's face. Nicole stood there silently waiting for Miss Johnson to finish. It was a good five minutes before Miss Johnson finally put down her pen, removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes as she did so. She then looked up at Nicole for the first time since Nicole arrived...
"Ah, Miss Taylor...so nice to see you..." she said sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs, her hands folding and coming to rest on her lap.
Nicole cringed. Miss Johnson looked right at her and smiled. Nicole recognized the smile. It was the same one she saw in Miss Johnson's bedroom the week before. She also recognized the look in her teacher's eyes, the look with the silent voice that said 'I'm going to do unspeakable things to you', the look that said somehow it wouldn't be long before her eyes were rolling back in her head. Miss Johnson's demeanor had totally changed in the blink of an eye, and it caught Nicole totally off guard - something the older woman was very good at doing with female students.
Nicole stood just stood there, her mouth dry and her knees weak, feeling the older woman's penetrating stare going right through her. The room was silent for a few short minutes before Miss Johnson finally spoke up.
"So, Miss Taylor, what did you think of our first session together?"
Nicole looked down at her shoes. She was ready for that question and measured her answer carefully.
"That first day, in the classroom - you hypnotized me, didn't you?"
"Very good, Miss Taylor, I'm impressed. Yes, I did. Forgive me for taking a liberty that perhaps I shouldn't have, but it's been my experience that even the most willing of students require just a small bit of coaxing in order for them to open their minds to a 'higher' educational experience. Don't worry, Miss Taylor, I assure you there was nothing sinister about the encounter, and it will not affect you in any other way, I promise."
Nothing sinister - except for the wild sex, that is. "Did it ever occur to you that this might have been something I didn't want to do?" Nicole continued.
"Yes, and I was prepared for that probability. If you hadn't been so receptive that first afternoon, I would have simply discarded the episode, and nothing else would have transpired between us."
Nicole then looked her teacher square in the eye for her next question. "Why me?"
Miss Johnson's smile grew larger. "Because I think you are absolutely adorable - and because my instincts told me that you would be open to...how shall I put it...such grand experiences, shall we say? I've learned over the years to trust my feelings when it comes to these matters, Miss Taylor, and very rarely are they ever wrong. They certainly weren't this time, I must say. You really must learn how to keep yourself from digging those nails of yours into another person's shoulders, Miss Taylor - my trip New York was most uncomfortable. I also had to discard a brand new set of very expensive sheets - silk sheets, I might add, imported from Italy - because they were so thoroughly soaked through."
Of course, almost every other student she had seduced also ruined a new set of sheets on the first night in her home, but the teacher didn't make light of that little detail - nor that she purposely bought new sheets on the eve of each new ocassion as sort of a celebratory ritual.
'This is unbelievable,' Nicole thought. "You're making fun of me?"
Miss Johnson's expression turned to one of concern. "Not at all, my dear. I am simply trying to put you at ease by introducing a little levity. It's not hard to tell that you are quite nervous about this conversation. Forgive me if I've offended you - that was not my intent."
Nicole checked off the apology before continuing. "What makes you think I won't go to the police - or to my parents, or to the head master, for that matter?!?"
Miss Johnson thought a moment. "Hmmm...A good question - one that deserves an answer. Well, I could say, first of all, that I have all of our meetings on tape, one of which you know of already, showing that you were a willing participant. Naturally, such tapes do not exist, but, on the other hand," Miss Johnson's smile grew wicked, "how would anyone ever know for sure?"
Nicole's eyes narrowed into an icy stare as the teacher continued. "I could also say that all of this was your idea, Miss Taylor...that you, in fact, seduced me. We both know that isn't the truth, of course, but that's something that gets awfully muddled in situations like this - a brand new student against the word of a seasoned educational professional?"
"You wouldn't dare..." Nicole hissed.
"Oh, please, Miss Taylor." Miss Johnson with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Relax and try to give me just a little credit. I'm not going to do either of those things - not because they aren't true, which, of course, we know them not to be, but simply because I don't believe that either of those actions would deter you from going to either your parents or the police. You don't strike me as the type of individual who is easily bullied about, Miss Taylor, a quality not often found in girls your age and one I very much admire - and one, by the way, that I consider essential to being successful in the outside world. But none of that matters because there is one other very important reason why I don't believe you will divulge our little secret."
"Really? What's that?"
The smile and impish expression returned instantly. "Because you enjoyed yourself too much."
Nicole just stood there in silence, staring at Miss Johnson as the teacher cast another lustful gaze in her direction. There was no way she could refute or deny what Miss Johnson was saying; what memory she had of last Friday nights activities told her that her reactions had been much too obvious to try and deny now. She looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say.
The teacher let that last thought rattle about in silence for a moment or two, then got up slowly from her chair and went over to shut the classroom door. Part of Nicole knew what was going to happen next, and even expected it as she heard the footsteps of her teacher walking over to her, then felt her touch as Miss Johnson put her arm around the young girls waist and pulled her close. Her other hand found it's way under Nicole's skirt and began caressing the smooth flesh in between the teenagers thighs.
"You see, Miss Taylor," the older woman began, "I - as you no doubt have already surmised - enjoy pleasure. Not the trivial or commonplace material pleasures so often sought after by successful people. No, I mean real pleasure, the kind of raw, amative enjoyment that can only be found between two people. In my case, I have found over the years that such experiences are best shared in the company of young women such as yourself. That is one of the principl reasons why I have taught as long as I have at Everson, because it gives me a tremendous opportunity to 'indulge', so to speak. You understand, don't you?"
Nicole said nothing. She closed her eyes, already responding to the feeling of those magical fingers as they fondled and rubbed all along her vulva. She made no effort to resist as the teacher pressed Nicole's head against her large breasts, stroking her hair as she talked. Her hand had found Nicole's slit through her panties, her middle finger gently pushing the cotton fabric into it as she stroked back and forth.
"Of course you do," Miss Johnson went on. "That is why I chose you, Miss Taylor, and why I was able to hypnotize you so easily that afternoon. I had a feeling about you from the moment I first saw you in my class that an urge for such adult desires lay hidden within, just waiting to blosom. I can always tell with my students, Miss Taylor - it's one of my special gifts."
Her hand continued it's digital oddyssey, sliding into Nicole's panties and seeking out the moist folds within. Her search was rewarded as she parted the inner lips with her fingers and resumed her gentle prodding. The affect on Nicole was obvious as her breathing began to shallow.
"Ah, Miss Taylor," she continued, slipping a fingertip into Nicole, "I can't tell you how gratifying it is introducing a young lady to the ways of physical pleasures - seeing them naked for the first time, touching them, enjoying the taste of their young bodies, giving them their first orgasm. It is, indeed, a feeling of tremendous power knowing that one has such influence on such impressionable young minds - not to mention very, very sweet. But you already know that, don't you?"
Her finger delved deep inside Nicole, eliciting a gentle moan. She walked Nicole over to her desk, lifted her up and sat her down ontop.
"Now, Miss Taylor," she continued, her eyes afixed on Nicole as she lifted the teenager's skirt up over her thighs, "I think I know right about now what is going on inside you. You're torn between two very loud voices. One is telling you how abhorent, how dispicable - indeed, how wrong? - this entire interlude has been. Experiencing such things with an adult - with another WOMAN, no less...how disgusting!"
She reached underneath Nicole, slipping off her panties and spreading her legs apart.
"The other is trying to override that rationale by telling you how incredible these feelings are, that you've craved them for so very long, and that you want more - much, much more. Both voices make sense, but only one can be obeyed."
She smiled again and reached in with her hand. "Let me see if I can't help you figure out which voice to listen to..."
Nicole's pussy was already red and puffy as the teacher retraced her finger in between, easily slipping into Nicole again and using the slender digit to probe deeply. Her other arm went around Nicole's waist to hold her steady, Nicole leaning forward to rest her head on Miss Johnson's shoulder.
The teacher formed a crook with her fingertip, rubbing small circles on the inside of Nicole's pussy while her thumb found the young girl's clit and began rubbing simultaneously. Nicole gave in completely, letting Miss Johnson have her way with her again as she felt the older woman's hand moving her closer and closer to a powerful climax. She didn't care about anything else, whether it was right or wrong, or that Miss Johnson was a woman - anything else, except the marvelous feeling coming from between her legs, a feeling that grew in intensity and urgency as Miss Johnson rubbed faster and faster.
"...uuuuuggghhhhh....aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" Nicole groaned as she came, convulsing in the relief she had craved for all week long but was unable to bring forth herself.
"Yes, that's it," the teacher soothed. "Don't fight it, my dear...just let it take you..."
The spasm soon subsided, Nicole's senses returning to her once more when she heard Miss Johnson speak up again.
"Nicole, look at me."
When Nicole opened her eyes, Miss Johnson's face was but a few scant inches from her own. Miss Johnson had strattled the young girl with her arms to keep her pinned in place, and she looked deeply into Nicole's eyes as she began to speak.
"It is time, Miss Taylor - time for choice, and for honesty. Now, I want you to sit right there and I want you to look at me. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me honestly that what you experienced last week - indeed, what you felt just a moment ago, as well - was not pleasurable to you. If you say no, then we will stop at once. You are no longer a child, Miss Taylor, you are a young adult, and perfectly capable of making your own choices. I intend to treat you as such, so make up your mind and tell me right now."
Nicole looked directly into her teacher's soft brown eyes, eyes smoldering with desire. The young girl was being overwhelmed again by Miss Johnson's intoxicating beauty and sensuality, the older woman's perfurme a heady opiate in her own nostrils. She needed more time to decide, but there wasn't any. She said nothing.
The teacher smiled slyly. "Just as I thought," she said. "I will expect you at my home again this evening to continue your lessons Miss Taylor. 7:00 pm sharp - not one minute later, or you will not be welcomed. Of course, you may change your mind and simply choose not to come. If you do, nothing more will transpire between us, nor will anything in the past be spoken of again for the remainder of your time here. Nothing will be held against you. In fact, if you wish, you may approach me about contuining our sessions in a strict academic sense."
But," she brought her hand to Nicole's face and traced the young girl's mouth with her fingertip, "I have a sneaking suspision that you will be there. And I assure you, Miss Taylor, you won't regret it. Make no mistake - the sex will be quite intense. But it will also be very, very enjoyable."
She cupped Nicole's chin in her hand and planted a long kiss on the teenager's mouth before letting her go and walking back behind her desk. "That will be all, Miss Taylor - you may go now."
Nicole stood up, straightened herself and left quickly, not even bothering to put her panties back on. After she had gone, the teacher resumed working at her desk, then stopped and thought for a moment, and then brought her hand to her face. The pungent odor of Nicole's scent was still on her fingers. She placed her middle finger in her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring the taste.
The clock said 6:15. Nicole knew she'd have to leave soon in order to be at Miss Johnson's house by 7:00 - if she was going to Miss Johnson's at all. The teacher was right. She was torn, and the conflict had been filling her thoughts exclusively since meeting Miss Johnson that afternoon. She had thought of nothing else except which choice she would make - and, more importantly, why.
'This is crazy,' she thought. That this impossible situation had such a grip on her was bad enough - that she was even CONSIDERING going back to Miss Johnson's was unfathomable. There was no escaping the impending consequences of such a choice; the older woman would have her way with Nicole again, only this time it would be through the voluntary acquiescence of a very confused teenager.
Yet each time she considered not going, the feelings she would be doing without and the experiences she would be giving up came flooding back again in a giant wave. It was the cornerstone of Miss Johnson's seduction; Nicole had been so insatiated over the past several days that the intense memories alone were enough to override her capacity to think clearly. All that was left was the desire to have more, a desire much too powerful for any young student to overcome. Nicole made up her mind - there was no longer any choice.
She reached for her jacket.