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Subject: {ASSM} Karen's Diary (Club Duel) by Aquillae (teen, F-exhibitionist)
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 18:10:01 -0400
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WRITE CLUB DUEL
of
Katie McN v Aquillae
Judged by Hecate


Katie's theme:

A girl convinces a woman she doesn't know what lesbians could do when making
love. The woman provides a demonstration but the girl pretends not to
understand so the woman continues to demonstrate repeatedly. 

Aquillae's theme:

Fed up with the constant snooping around in her private diary by her
youngest sister, oldest sister plans to teach her youngest sister a lesson
by making up some juicy stories for her diary.

Hecate's theme:

A woman loves showing herself off. She's a real exhibitionist. But she's
subtle, no stripping off in the park fex. She meets someone who pushes her
limits a bit further. 


Karen's Diary
by
Aquillae
Copyright April 14, 2001

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She stood at her looker chatting with her girlfriends, catching the eye of
every boy who walked past, and drawing the envy of the younger girls.  In
her domain, the halls and classrooms of Saints Peter & Paul High School,
Karen was queen.  She had charm, beauty, popularity, boyfriends, and a car. 
Everything a high school girl could want.  And she also had a younger sister
named Marcy.

Unlike her senior aged sister, Marcy was shy, pretty, unknown, overlooked by
the boys, and rode the bus to school.  But, she would try to bluster her
self-esteem whenever it sunk too low by reminding herself that she was much
smarter than her prom queen sister.

Today, a Friday early in May, Karen held court at her locker, while the rest
of the students of Ss. Peter & Paul packed up their book bags and headed
home.

Karen noticed the little Frosh walking past her group, and called to her,
"Hey Marcy!"

Marcy stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to face her sister's
group.

"You going straight home?"

"Yeah," Marcy replied, trying to keep her position as she was bumped by the
mob of passing students.

"Tell mom I might be late for dinner."

"You and your *girlfriends* going to the library to study for finals," she
stressed the word girlfriends, knowing her sister would be expecting it.

"No," Karen pushed away form her locker and stepped toward Marcy, "I'm
staying after school to get some help with my studies from Ms. Thompson."

Marcy's eyes widened.  She hoisted her book bag up higher on her shoulders
and started walking toward the side exit.

Karen returned to her group with a smile on her beautiful lips.

"Karen, what was that all about?" Lori asked, "I thought we were going to
the mall."

"Later," Karen watched her young sister turn the corner past Ms. Thompson's
room, "I've got some business to attend too."

"With Ms. Thompson?"

Karen laughed at the mention of the English teacher's name.  "The very
same."

"Why?"

Bursting with pride at the brilliance of her plan, Karen was more then eager
to share her little secret with her closest friends.  She motioned for them
to come closer into a huddle, then waited for a few boys to pass, who she
gave a quick look over.   

"You've got to swear never to tell this to anyone."  Karen looked at each of
them as they swore never to reveal the secret they were about to hear.

"It's a little something to get back at my sister."

"What's Ms. Thompson got to do with your sister?"

"Everything," Karen declared, "She's my weapon of revenge for getting back
at Marcy."

"Now what did the little runt do?"

"I caught her reading my diary."

The other girls were shocked.

"Don't worry," Karen reassured them, "I caught on to her before we started
making our plans for the senior trip.  A month ago, I started writing in
some bogus stuff to teach her a lesson in snooping."

"What'd you write?"

Karen smiled.  "Get this.  I wrote that I was having fantasies about Ms.
Thompson."  She laughed.

The other girls looked at each other.

"You wrote that you were fantasizing about Ms. Thompson?  Why?"

"Well I couldn't say I was hot for Mrs. Lupis.  God, please!  I don't think
even Joey Booggers would try and fuck her.  And I couldn't say it was one of
the male teachers.  That wouldn't faze her at all."

The girls agreed with Karen's logic.

"So that's why she's always looking at us strange."  Lori said, "She thinks
we're gay, too."

"I'm not gay." Sally stated.

"We know, Sally," Karen said, "It's just a joke."

"And that's why you've been playing the model student and letting Ms.
Thompson tutor you these past two weeks?"

"Yep," Karen smiled, "All part of the plan.  After I spend the afternoon
with Ms. Thompson in her classroom, I write a little passage of my encounter
in my diary."

"What do you write?  More fantasies?"

"Fantasies?  If that's all I wrote, the little runt would have stopped
reading after the first one.  Oh no, I've added something even better."

"What?"  the girls eagerly asked.

"Well," Karen played it cool, "for the past week now, Ms. Thompson and I
have been tearing each other's clothes off and fucking like wild cats."

Karen!"  Sally exclaimed, her voice echoing through the now empty halls.

The other girls quickly shushed Sally.

"Are you crazy?" Lori asked, "Writing that your having a sexual relationship
with Ms. Thompson?  What if she tells someone?"

Karen tried to calm her friend.

"You can get her fired for that," Sally added.

"Nobody's going to get fired for anything."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I know my sister," Karen replied, "she wont say a word about it to
anyone.  Trust me.  The little runt gets her jollies from finding secrets
about people.  If she tells them, they don't remain secrets."

"So," Amy said, eager to hear more of the details, "what did you write about
doing with Ms. Thompson?"

"Everything," Karen replied.

"How'd you get her to come on to you?" Lori asked.  "In the stories, I
mean."

"I wrote how I was all broken up and confused over the unsatisfactory night
I'd spent with Steven."  Karen acted the part of a tearful innocent young
girl as she told of her story.  "'It was so awful', I confessed to Ms.
Thompson when she asked me why I was so visibly upset.  I told her how I had
hoped that night would be so special for both of us.  How I had always
dreamed it would go.  And then to have it end after a few brief kisses and a
few hurried jerks with him asleep and snoring on top of me."  Karen wiped at
tears that weren't there.

"I wrote how understanding and caring she was.  And," Karen paused for
effect, "how she used her womanly experience to maneuver me into a sexual
situation."

The girls listened intently as they visualized the scene she was describing.

"I childishly told of my innocence in such situations.  But she persisted,
coaching me repeatedly on the ways in which a woman could truly experience
pleasure."

Sally blushed, her face turning a fiery hot crimson.  Embarrassed by her
arousal, she lowered her head and tried not to look at any of the other
girls.

Seeing that she had pushed her audience to the burning point, Karen felt now
was the perfect time to cut out and leave them stranded and begging for
more.

She stepped away form the locker, and with a flip of her hand in wave, she
said gaily, "Got to run.  Don't want to keep Ms. Thompson waiting." 

The other girls protested her quick cut off in the story.

As she walked toward Ms. Thompson's classroom door, Karen reassured them
that she would fill them in on all the juicy details of her sexual lessons
for that day later at the mall.

Ms. Amanda Thompson watched as Karen Simms waved to her friends and entered
her classroom.  Her skin tingled as she watched the girl enter.  Her eyes
enjoyed the beauty of the subtle young body that approached her desk.  Soft
honey blonde hair.  Eyes of sparking azure.  And a pair of gentle rosy-pink
lips that she had fantasized about kissing so often.

"So," Karen dropped her books on Ms. Thompson's desk, "what are we going to
work on today, Ms. Thompson?  English Literature, or science?"

"Science today, I think."

"Good.  I was getting bored with English lit."  Karen pulled out her science
book, "No offense, Ms. Thompson."

"None taken," Amanda stood and walked to the door.  She shut it quietly, but
did not lock it.

As she walked back to the front of the desk, she caught sight of one of the
closet doors at the back of the room open slightly.  Her body tingled with
excitement and anticipation.

She walked over to Karen, who was now sitting on her desk flipping through
her science book.

"What chapter should we start on?" Karen asked without looking up.

Amanda came and sat close to Karen, their thighs just barely touching.

"I think we should start today with biology."

"Okay." Karen flipped quickly to the chapter on biology.

"Human biology," Amanda added as she placed her right hand on her thigh and
slowly moved it to the edge of her hem.

"What part of human bio?" Karen looked to Ms. Thompson and was shocked to
see the young teacher slowly sliding the hem of her skirt up her leg with
her right hand.

"What part of the human body would you like to learn about first, Karen?" 
The hem of Ms. Thompson's skirt was now more than half way up her high.

"Ms. Thompson," Karen tried not to look as more and more of the young lady's
upper thigh was being revealed.  Soon her right hip was exposed.

Taking hold of the corner of the hem of her skirt were the slit was, Ms.
Thompson slowly started to pull the skirt back and across to her left side.

Karen sat frozen to the desk as more and more of her teachers beautiful skin
was revealed to her.

When enough of the skirt was pulled back to show Karen that Ms. Thompson was
not wearing any panties, the young girl bolted from the desk, grabbed her
books, and quickly rushed for the door.

She fumbled with the door handle and dropped her books.

Ms. Thompson walked over to the door and kneeling down, she helped Karen
pick up her books.  Karen reached for the door handle as the two women
stood, but Ms. Thompson's hand was there first.  She opened the door for
Karen, and the young girl quickly stepped through.

Before Karen could turn the corner, Ms. Thompson called after her, "I'll see
you Monday afternoon.  Same time, Karen."  Karen ran towards the side exit
doors.

Closing the door, Ms. Thompson walked back toward her deck.  From the closet
in the back of the room a squeak was heard.

"You can come out now she gone," Ms. Thompson called out as she fixed her
skirt.

 From the closet, Marcy slowly poked her head out, then with a smile she
pushed the door open and headed to the front of the classroom.

Ms. Thompson started to pack up her briefcase.  "Are you positive your
sister wont tell anyone about this?"

"If she does, I'll just start circulating the copies I have from her diary
about her plans for the senior trip."  Marcy pulled out a handful of papers.
"The real diary, that is.  Not that phony one she tried to trick me with
about you two."

"And what about you, Marcy?" Ms. Thompson put her jacket on, "Can I trust
you to keep this our little secret?"

"Of course.  Finding out secrets is my game.  Not giving them away."

"Very well.  I guess I'll just have to trust you," Ms. Thompson replied,
secretly enjoying the fact that there was some part of this game she
couldn't totally control.

"So what should we try to do next?"

"I think perhaps an unexpected chance encounter at the mall on Saturday
might be fun," Ms. Thompson replied.

The two walked out of the classroom.

"Ms. Thompson."

"Yes, Marcy."

"What was it like?" the young girl asked as the two walked down the hall.

Ms. Thompson thought for a moment, then replied, "A bit exciting, and fun,
with a just touch of danger added this time."


The End



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