Friday, April 4, 2008

Gym Class

Gym Class

Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in theskimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde 19 year old was the most beautifulcheerleader in the senior class. All the boys in school were constantly tryingto get into her pants, and to be honest with you, my own heart would literallydo a flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts thatwere constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kidswore despie strict dress codes. Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment indeep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, leanlegs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunitymight arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, moremature person - one that has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joanseemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own agecould possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her bodymust crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, Iwould do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacredsecretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectableHomecoming Queen's vagina. Joan was in my English class and since she wasn't doing that hot this semester,I decided to ask her to stay after school for some special tutoring. I shouldpoint out that Joan has a pleasing personality, and I had noticed many timesher warm smile, which I believed was directed towards me. Once or twice we hadbrushed up against each other, and I can swear that I saw her nipples hardenthrough the sheer fabric of her blouse. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me,but I was almost certain she lingered just a little too long on thoseoccasions. The heat from her body was more than I could stand. Even though Iknew the risks were great, if my hunch was right, Joan wouldn't run off tocomplain to either her parents or the school board. My ESP told me, the perkycheerleader was ripe to try something a little bit different. Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Joan come over to my apartment tostudy. I told her it would be a bit more relaxed and we could get comfortablewhile we cracked the books. Just to be sure, I wore my sexiest clothes thatday. I didn't put on a bra, and made certain that the buttons on my blouseremained open halfway down. In addition, I wore a really tight skirt with aslit up the side, and some absolutely stunning perfume. All day long, the boyswere whispering behind my back, and I could feel their eyes burning into me.They must have thought, I had a hot date that evening with a fellow. I don'tthink any of them suspected that in reality, I was really itching to make itwith one of the girl students - the school's prize student. When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down on thecouch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Joan looked absolutelydivine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips with my tongue I was soexcited. Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey,edging closer and closer to Joan. As she turned the pages of the English book,I reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she should reread acertain portion of the text. Sweat was starting to form on my brow, but I wasdetermined to make love to her before the evening was over. As it turned out, Joan finally took the initiative. She looked me right in theeye and said, "I've hear some of the other girls talking at school. They sayyou 're a lesbian and only go to bed with other women. Is that true?" Notwanting to be dishonest, I explained that while I have gone to bed with men inthe past, and still do when the mood strikes me, basically I enjoy the tendertouch that only another female can offer. I explained that in many instances, Ihad found men to be too rough in their lovemaking, that they seemed onlyinterested in satisfying their own sexual needs and not those of their partner. Before I could finish my impromptu speech on the vaules of lesbianism, Joan wasall over me. She was kissing me deeply and rubbing her tender, young body upagainst mine. Through her clenched teeth she was whimpering and moaning that Ishould teach her how to make love to another woman. Later, I found out that shehad wanted to make it with a long time girlfriend, but had backed out at thelast moment for fear of alienating the friend. Gently, I pressed my little blonde cheerleader into the soft cushions of thesofa. I covered her body with mine and began to grind into her. In a way, Ifelt like an over excited teenage boy who as about to pop his first cherry.While I wanted to just plunge ahead and get my own rocks off, I realized thatfor Joan's benefit I should take my time and show her exactly what twobeautiful females could accomplish for each other. It was important, I felt, tomake this a near perfect experience for my student, one that she would want torepeat again and again, not only with me, but later in life with other membersof her own sex. Together, we fondled and probed. For almost ten minutes I sucked on Joan's pinknipples. Her tits were big, and spongey, and fitted into my hands justperfectly. As i licked away at her breasts, I kept squeezing them, increasingthe pressure as our excitement mounted. After bringing her to the point of nearorgasm - and I hadn't even touched her cunt yet - I suggested we stripcompletely and go into the bedroom where we could be more comfortable. As Joan stretched out on the sheets, I knew that I was about to have the feastof my life. The triangle between her legs was so inviting, and through herlightly colored pubic hairs, I could see that her vagina was already drenchedand her clit hard in anticipation of what was to happen next. "Don't move, let me make this real good for you" I told her. Without sayinganything else, I licked up and down her thighs, hardly able to contain myexcitement. When I finally touched her fiery furnace, she nearly jumped throughthe ceiling. Thrashing and throwing herself around on the bed, Joan held myhead firmly with her hands and tried to push her cunt all the way into mymouth. Her innocent face was now filled with sexual lust, and she was startingto talk filthy, something that really turns me on. "Lick me harder you cunt!Stick your tongue all the way up my twat. Eat my pussy until I cum all overyour face, bitch!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Where did this sweet,little thing learn such things? Frankly, I didn't have time to ponder thequestion, as I was much too busy following her instructions. As it turned out,it seemed as if she were the teacher and I was acting the role of the student. Joan must have cum at least half a dozen times. All the while I was using mytongue on her, I was masturbating, pulling my clit and stroking it as hard as Icould. While I tongued Joan, I must have reached four or five climaxes myself. Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each other until Joan graduatedand headed for college. We still see each other occasionally, but she's grownup quite a bit and has several other girlfriends that she sees. Joan hadadmitted, however, that she's really glad she was in my class, and had theopportunity to be brought out of the closet by a real pro.