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From: "JAZZ" <paladin1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} School Dayz (FF)
Date: Thu,  7 Mar 2002 10:10:12 -0500
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This story is an exercise in the first person.  Comments welcome to
paladin1954@hotmail.com.  This story contains extreme sexual situations
involving female homosexuality, mild lesbian dominance, and adult/teen
relationships (FF, FF romance, FF rape, FF teen).  If you are offended by
any of the above, please do not waste your time on this.  This story is
directed to a specific audience and is not directed toward minors.  No one
under eighteen should read this.





School Dayz
by
Jazz

 What is she doing? She is looking at me strangely, licking her lips, and
smiling.  Oh my God, I have never been stared at in my life and do not
really want to be stared now.  This is a very disturbing feeling I am having
as Samantha Jordan looks at me.  I really don't know what she is staring at.
I just know I am uncomfortable.

 "Samantha! What?" I cry out, "Quit looking at me like that."

 "You are so beautiful, Simone," Samantha blurts.

 Now, that doesn't make me feel any better at all.  I know that my mom
always tells me that I am beautiful, my few smatterings of what one might
call boyfriends relay the same message, and my best friend constantly goes
on about it, but this is a girl I barely know.  What is positively
frustrating to me is the fact that I am standing in front of this girl naked
as the day I was born and she's telling me how beautiful I am.  I am going
to freak out.  Shit! Here comes Miss Danners, the gym teacher.

 "Samantha, you have been gone from the playing field far too long, dear.
Get back out there, now."  Miss Danners is always so stern and serious.

 Samantha does not hesitate, but on her way out she gives me fair warning.
"I'll see you later, Simone.  Remember what I said."  That doesn't help
things at all, but at least she isn't staring at me anymore as if I were her
last meal.

 "Simone!" Shouts Miss Danners.

 "Yes'm?" I reply.

 "I thought you were checking out today.  I understood that is why you
needed the early shower.  I come in here and see you trying to hold Samantha
back from returning to the playing field.  I think that you could have
waited to take your shower..." She rambles on and on for the next few
minutes.

 "But...but...Miss Danners...I...she... I'm sorry Miss."  Oh, I am such a
bumbling idiot when teachers chastise me.  This isn't my fault, yet she
perceives that it is.  "Whatever you say, Miss Danners, but I do have a
dentist appointment in fifteen minutes."

 "Go, young lady, but you are to see me after school, tomorrow.  I intend on
getting to the bottom of this...I will not have my girls gold-bricking, do
you understand?"  She demands an answer and I know I don't have time to
argue so I sheepishly comply.

 "Yes maam.  Should I bring my mother?"  She does like to confer with our
parents when we have been naughty, so I feel it is better if I suggest it
first.

 "Did I say 'bring you mother?' I believe I told YOU to see me after
school," and with that she turns and storms out to the playing fields.

 Here I am minding my own business, doing what my mother told me to do and I
end up in trouble.  I have lived every experience a senior in high school
could possibly live and I find one that no one has ever even thought about:
getting in trouble because some flirty girl has the hots for me.  I'll take
care of Samantha when I see her tomorrow. She'll wish she never had laid
eyes on my "beautiful" body.  How am I going to handle Miss Danners?  This
lady is too intense.  I'll listen politely, answer any questions she might
have, and hopefully get off with nothing but a scolding.  I can do it, just
to keep my nose clean.  After all, its only twenty days until graduation.

 I would say you are curious, now that you have ventured into my head, as to
who I am and what I like, dislike, or even puke over.  I would venture to
say that you probably think that I am a little flaky, thinking a girl's
proposition strange in these days and times.  That's not the message I meant
to send to you.  Oh, I've been propositioned before.  I've even slept with a
few of my really close friends.  I could even say I enjoyed every minute of
every experience and participated fully and freely.  I just had never been
stared at like that.  It made me feel like I was a piece of meat.  I don't
even think the guys I know have ever looked at me like that.

 Am I lesbian?  No, I don't think so.  I mean.I like guys.  I've even done
things with some of my boyfriends that would shock my mother and as loose as
my mother is, that is saying a lot.  I think I am what they term, bisexual.
I like sex with both girls and boys.  I would just as soon eat pussy as to
suck dick.  I tend to have that reputation among my friends at school, too.
I think it is pretty quiet within the general school population, but every
one of the people in my circle know about me and I know their little
secrets, as well.  Bisexuality is the least among the vices that some of my
friends have.  Several are dopers.  Others have had sex with their parents.
Two have slept with the new science teacher, Mr. Steadham.  The list goes on
and on.  I digress.

 My one and only true friend is Hope.  She is the best friend I have ever
had in the entire world.  We have had many wonderfully wild times in the bed
and as a matter of fact, for your masturbatory fantasies, she was my first
sexual experience with another person.  That first night we had no idea how
to do anything and at thirteen I don't suppose one should know.  We did
manage to diddle ourselves and taste our little cunnies.  We did not orgasm.
We did not feel good about what we had done when we woke up the next day.
We didn't even try it again for another three years, but it was the first
time and I will always cherish it.

 I have been standing here for the longest time waiting for my mother to
come get me.  Surely, the dentist will not wait for me.  I hope not.  I am
to receive two fillings today.  I really could do without that.  Oh, here
she comes.  I guess I won't make you suffer through my pain.  I'll let you
skip a little.

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 "Hope, it is almost unbelievable. I didn't do anything wrong and I am
getting punished and that little bitch..." Hope really is a good listener.

 "Simone, do you need me to come over and comfort you?" Oh sweet, sweet,
Hope, you bet your ass I do!

 "No, Hope I need to sort this out for myself.  Anyway I have to study for
the calculus exam, tomorrow." How I wish I could have said what I thought.
I cannot even begin to wish, but alas.... My mind is winding its way back
toward the first time we had sex.... when we knew what we were suppose to
do.

 Hope had come to visit me while her parents were out of town.  My mom is
pretty cool, so she lets me have my space and I give her, hers.  Dad died
when I was eight, so mom entertains a lot.  I have quite a few special
uncles and a couple of neat aunts, but that is another story.  Hope and I
basically had the weekend to do what we wanted, when we wanted to do it.  We
spent time at the mall.  We went to a movie.  We even had ice cream.  When
we got home, we went to bed.

 Hope had spent many nights with me since our first innocent encounter, but
we slept.  I really did not think anything special would happen this
particular night, because we had not even ventured into that subject since.
When we climbed in bed, I felt her snuggle a little closer than normal, but
I didn't think anything else about it.  We talked for several hours before
finally falling asleep.

 I woke up and wondered what was wrong.  In my dream-clouded mind, I
couldn't focus on what was happening.  Then I felt it.  Hope's arm was lying
across me and her fingers were twiddling my breasts.  I looked over at her
to say something, but I noticed that she was still asleep and probably
having a dream.  I shook her a little, then harder.  When she woke up, she
jerked her arm back to her side of the bed.

 "I was wondering, Hope.  What were you dreaming about?" I asked in a quiet
whisper.

 She looked at me for a second, blinked her eyes once or twice, and then
began to cry.  I took her in my arms and held her tight.  She was trembling.
I put my hand on her head and began running my fingers through her hair.

 "STOP!" she screamed.

 I backed away for a second, looked at her with a hurt expression.  I
reached for her again.

 "NO, don't..." She started sobbing, again.

 "Hope, I...I...don't...know what to say."  I really was at a loss for
words.

 "I am not a lesbian," she cried, her tears becoming more and more
hysterical.

 "So what if you were," I said, matter-of-factly.  "I mean...I don't choose
my friends because they are gay or lesbian or whatever...I choose them
because I have something in common with them...You are my very best friend,
Hope.  I don't want you to think otherwise..."

 She began to calm down and listen. "I did not wake you because you scared
me or I was afraid of you. I woke you so that you would not wake and feel
embarrassed by what you were doing. I thought it felt pretty good, but I
didn't think you would have appreciated it if I had let you continue, so I
stopped you."  She had almost calmed down completely now.  "What were you
dreaming about, anyway?"

 She paused for quite a moment.  She looked me in the eyes and said, "You!"

 I melted.  Wow, what a sensation.  Here was the mother lode of all
sensations running marathons all through my body.  I felt my stomach bottom
out, and then I peered deeply into her eyes.  I was lost in the reflection
from the orange glow of the streetlights that were positioned outside my
bedroom window.  It was, as I had heard them say when bungee jumping, gut
check time.

 I don't know how it happened, that first kiss, but it was the smoothest
surprise of my life.  Here we were across the bed from each other. Then,
suddenly we were touching our lips gingerly together and beginning an
embrace that would last the rest of the night.  My tongue reached out and
flicked across her lips.  She parted her mouth slightly, just enough for my
hungry mouth to find its way to pleasure.  Gently, the kisses came.  I had
not kissed a girl since I kissed her, many years before.  I had never kissed
anyone like I was kissing Hope.  The emotions that were coursing through my
body were absolutely phenomenal.  I opened my eyes and stared at her passion
emblazoned face and fell, for the moment, in love.

 When we paused to catch our breath, she looked me in the eyes and asked,
"Simone, is this alright?  Are we lesbians?"  My reply was simple and to the
point, "So, what if we are?"

 I covered her questioning mouth with mine and not another word was spoken
between us again until we woke up the next morning.  Her yearning for more
passionate kisses increased.  I felt her hands begin to roam and realized
for the first time that mine had been acting on their own.  To my surprise,
I had two fingers already implanted up to the knuckles in her pussy.  She
was moaning and rocking back and forth on my implanted fingers.  I pushed a
third finger in, then a fourth.  Was she ever wet!  I felt her begin to
shiver, then shudder, then shake.  My goodness, I thought, she is cumming.
I didn't realize what I had done until she collapsed on the bed.  I held her
as her orgasm began to subside.

 I had a moment to stop and consider what I was doing.  I could have stopped
at this point and this would never ever be mentioned or brought up, but I
couldn't stop.  I was so turned on by this that I began to massage Hope
again.  She began to stir.  We still had our nightclothes on and when I
realized this I removed mine, then began the removal of Hope's.  She lifted
up so that I could remove her sopping panties.  When I removed her panties I
slithered back up her leg.  When my face got close to her pussy, she moved
her legs ever so slightly and I fell into the valley between them.  My chin
hit her damp bush and I got a sniff of the most wonderful aroma I had ever
enjoyed.  It set me on fire.  My ears began to quake.  I had to have her.  I
had to taste her.

 When my tongue touched the outer lips of Hope's pussy, I felt her shiver
again.  So did I.  When my tongue slipped into the folds and I could taste
the flowing juices, I felt her begin to quake.  So did I.  When I grazed her
clit with my tongue and lips, I felt her lose control.  So did I.  I had an
orgasm, without even having my pussy touched.  That was how much electric
passion was in the air.  I lost it.  From the tips of my toes to the top of
my head it felt as if every nerve ending was on fire with the most delicious
feelings.  I crawled up and embraced Hope and we cuddled for the next twenty
minutes.  Every time we moved, we would orgasm.

 I wonder sometimes why I lose control so bad.  I really do not remember a
lot of what went on that night.  I knew that hours felt like seconds and I
had been lost in the heady delight of licking and sucking Hope's pussy.  The
only point of the evening that I can truly focus on was when Hope tasted me
for the first time.  I felt her warm breath on my thighs, then on my pubes,
then on the folds of my sex.  I shivered with such anticipation that I could
not tell where the excitement left off and the orgasm began.  When she
touched my clit with her tongue, my mind went into orbit and stayed that way
for many wonderful moments.

 Oh, such are the memories of my first time with Hope.  I have to study my
calculus now and go to sleep for a while so I can get up refreshed to deal
with Samantha and Miss Danners.  I hope you understand.

  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 You are now experiencing my hardest part of the day:  morning.  I hate to
get up.  I feel as if I have been dragged through a sewer and spit on by the
rats.  I have to take a shower.  I also have to figure out how I am going to
deal with Samantha Jordan today and what I am going to say to Miss Danners.
I know, you say just go with the flow.  I like to plan things out. I wonder
if I might.... oh well, you'll just have to wait and see.  I have to take
that shower now.

 I am glad mother had this bathroom built so that I wouldn't have to share
with her.  I really know what her motives were.  She just didn't want me to
pop in on one of her men or lady friends after a long hard night of
sexcapades.  Not that I would have minded.  It would have probably
embarrassed the hell out of her guest, I guess, but if you come into someone
else's home, you have to be willing to take chances.  Most of the nice
looking women that my mom has had over here, though, I wouldn't have minded
sharing with mom.  Some were only a little older than me and I could really
relate to them.  I remember one girl, Ginny, who graduated the year I was a
freshman.  She was the Homecoming queen that year and was one of the more
popular girls among the jocks.

 I walked into the house about two months ago, after a long date with Ben,
my boyfriend at the time.  The house was dark, but being used to it I made
my way to the kitchen where I was going to raid the refrigerator.  To my
surprise, there sat Ginny in the dark, nude, munching on a sandwich.  She
could tell I was surprised and I could tell she was embarrassed.  I looked
at her a moment, then decided to really have some fun.  I walked over to
where she was sitting, knelt down beside her, put my hand on her pussy,
rubbed gently and said, "I hope you were gentle with mother."  With that I
ran my middle finger into her cunt, pulled it out, put it to my mouth and
licked it.  I smiled, then left the room and headed for my bedroom.  I
secretly hoped that she would join me, but she didn't.  The next morning I
ran into her in the hall as she was leaving.  Our eyes met.  She smiled and
winked at me.  Mother walked out of her room just in time to see the
passing.  She looked quite funny and turned back into her room as if not
wanting a confrontation.

 The many, many stories I could tell you about my mother and the house I
live in.  I think it would rather shock you.  I, however, am going to relax
under this spray of wonderfully hot water and focus on my plans for today.

  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 Janet Rutland High School is a fairly wonderful place.  The students tend
to get along, there is not a lot of criminal stuff going on, and the
teachers, for the most part tend to be fair.  Miss Danner is the exception
to the rule.  I haven't yet figured out what I am going to do to Samantha,
but I have decided to grovel to Miss Danner and pay my penance, whatever it
may be.  I do not want to give any teacher an excuse to have me suspended
this close to the end of school.

 There's Hope.  I have got to catch up to her.  Oh, slow down, Hope.  There,
she sees me.  Now you can see I am in pretty good shape, running all over
campus to get to this girlfriend of mine.

 "Hope, come with me," I say excitedly.

 "Where, Simone?  I don't want to be late for class."  She is always the
conscientious one.
 "It won't take a minute, I have to show you something," I smile wickedly.

 "Oh, OK!"  Hope will do anything for me, you know.  She is looking good
today, dressed in her navy mini and body hugging sky blue velour sweater.  I
could just take her down and attack her now, but I'll wait till this weekend
when we can spend more quality time together.

 I find a secluded place and pull her to me.  I hold her face in my hand,
and then I lean down to kiss her lips.  She parts them and her little tongue
darts out.  I get wet instantly when she does that and she know it too.  She
pulls away.

 "I really gotta go, but I love you too," she smiled.  "By the way, have you
decided what you are going to do to Samantha yet?"

 "Nope, I'll just play it by ear.  I don't know yet if I am really going to
pay her back or just let her know I am miffed.  Anyway, I'll see you at
break, I gotta go to homeroom, too." With that I give her another peck on
the lips and we part.  I am soaked.  I am probably going to have to go to
the bathroom and take care of this problem.

 There's my homeroom and first period classroom.  Ms. Jeters is the teacher
and English is the course.  What a wonderful way to start the day, don't you
think.  I'll beg off sick and go to the bathroom.  Let's see, if I stick my
finger down my throat, I might be able to get a sick look on my face.
Gagggah.  Oh, I hate doing that, but it is the best way to fake sick.  Here
comes the nausea, the cold sweat.  I'll sit down and put my head on my desk.

 "Simone, are you all right?" Ms. Jeters is a nice lady, you know!

 "I am feeling a little woozy, Ms. Jeters, but I think I can make it."  I
like them to think I am trying the hardest I can to stay in their classroom.
I hide my head inside the folds of my arms and do it again.  This gag is
great, gagggah!  This is drawing pity looks from some of the other students
in the room.  Good!  You see I am trying for duration now, not just to get
out of class.  I want to masturbate, and the only way the teachers can let
you go during class is if you appear really sick.  I can get into a stall
and just diddle myself crazy and not be worried about how long I am taking.

 "Simone go on to the office and check out." Ms. Jeters you don't know how
much I love you.

 "I'll be..." gaggggah, "...all right, Ms. Jeters."

 "Go now, young lady.  I will not have a sick person in my class, throwing
up and infecting everyone else!"

 "But, Ms. Jeters..." Only my friends know for sure.

 "No 'buts,' go!" She can be demanding and persuasive, can't she?

 I get slowly up. The juices are flowing wildly now in anticipation of my
upcoming masturbation session. "I will return, Ms. Jeters."

 "Stay as long as you need, Simone. Oh and here is your pass."  How
considerate you are Ms. Jeters. Thank you!

 The trek down the hall is not without obstacles.  One must keep the act up
for the student hall monitors.  These are students who have study hall
during first period and are assigned to watch the hall for skippers.  You
must let them look at your pass when you are caught and let them approve it.
So it did not come as a surprise when I heard a masculine voice say, "Hey
you, stop now.  I need to see your pass."

 "I am so sick.  Here is the pass. Look at it and let me go."  I am running
the act to the hilt.

 "Your pass is OK, but you look like you could use some help.  I'll get one
of the girl monitors to help you to the bathroom."

 Uh oh!

 "Samantha, come here, this girl needs your help."

 Of all the people in the school, it's the starer.  What am I going to do
now?

 "Simone, are you all right?" She seems to be sincere enough in her concern.

 "I just need to get to the bathroom and be left alone."  Am I being
convincing enough?

 "I'll help you down to a special lounge we have set up for sick kids.  No
one is in there and since you are going to be there we can safely say that
no one else will be allowed.  It only has one couch to lie down on." She is
concerned.

 "I just need a bathroom, please!"  Am I trying too hard?

 "No one will bother you in the lounge.  Not even the teachers will go in
there and I will go call your mom to come check you out."  Things are
beginning to look up.

 "OK, just get me somewhere!" I have done this trick too many times in my
high school career.

 There is the lounge door.  I can see it.   Only a few more feet till I can
have the privacy I need.  Should I deal with Samantha now or just wait.
Maybe wait till she has returned.  That's what I'll do.

 "Here you go, Simone. Just lie down there.  Here is a trash can in case you
need to throw up or something...Simone?" she asks.

 "What, Samantha?" She has my complete attention now.

 "I am really sorry about yesterday.  I went to Miss Danners and told her
that it was really me that was the hold-up.  I don't think she believed me,
though.  She said she still intends on having a very intense meeting with
you this afternoon. She told me I could come if I wanted.  I don't know if
you want me there or not." She is so sincere.

 "You really did that for me?" I am amazed that the anger I had felt for her
yesterday has now melted and I am beginning to think of her as a friend.
Isn't it amazing how one can change opinions about another in such a short
moment?  I look at her face.  It is such a sweet face.  I lift myself up,
reach out and pull her to me and without thinking I kiss her lightly on the
lips. "Thank you, Samantha, you have turned out to be a true friend."

 "I...I..." Is she crying? Why? "I have.... wanted you to do that to me for
such a long time.  I have been obsessed about you.  I can't think straight.
I sit up at night and think about you.  I...I..." More tears?

 I caress her face. "You what, Samantha?" I think I know what she wants to
say, so I say it for her, gently. "You masturbate, thinking about me, is
that it?"

 There is a moment of silence, which puts all dramatic pauses to shame. I
watch as she tries to tell me.  The tears of her fantasy are flowing freely
down her face.  I realize for the very first time how beautiful this girl is
and I realize for the very first time that I want her.

 "Is that it?" I pressure her.

 Again the pause occurs, but not as long as before. "Yes." she whispers. She
collapses by the couch, the weight of her "crush" finally lifted.

 I get down on the floor beside her and hold her.  She is sobbing ever so
slightly.  "Why haven't you told me this before?" I ask.

 "You are too popular and pretty to pay any attention to me and I know about
you and Hope.  I followed you not too long ago and watched while you made
sweet passionate love to her in the woods at the park.  I knew that I could
never have you.  So I just...looked yesterday.  When you caught me, I
decided to be obnoxious about it so you could think it was some kind of
juvenile joke." I listened amazed as she emptied her feelings.  "I have
loved you ever since I laid eyes on you two years ago.  I thought I was
sick.  I even asked my counselor for help and he didn't understand.  I even
thought about killing myself."

 "Hope and I are bisexual.  We have been lovers for a long time.  I cannot
count the number of time we have fucked.  We are realists as well.  We know
that there might be others that we can get to know intimately and even share
with each other.  That includes males as well as females.  Are you totally
lesbian?"  I keep searching her face for even a hint that she is not being
truthful.  There is none.  She is telling me the truth.

 "I don't know.  All I know is that I have fantasized about being alone with
you for a long time now.  I want you so bad.  I will do anything you say." I
am sold.  This girl needs me and right now I need her.  My pussy is
dripping.  Partly because of what Hope and I did, but for a larger part for
what is transpiring here.

 "Are you sure that no one is going to come in here this morning?" I ask,
not wanting to find us in a compromising position.

 "There is a silent code among the monitors.  If the room is occupied, no
one comes in.  This is our lounge that the administration gave us to have a
place to meet.  We need to be fairly quick, however, because the 10:30 break
bell cancels the morning agreement and afternoon monitors will be coming in
to get their vests and stuff." She has it all worked out.  How long has she
planned this or is she telling the truth.  I am becoming very intrigued by
the whole thing.

 "I don't really want to get caught. Do you have a car?" This might work.

 "Yes, why?" she answers.

 "I am suppose to be sick.  I have a teacher who witnessed it this morning.
I know my mom will never come to get me, but maybe they will agree to let
you take me home if she says I can check out.  Will your parents give you
permission to carry me home?" I should just go with the feelings I am
experiencing at the moment, but I really want some time to relish this
beauty.

 "I think so.  Why do you want to go home?" She is really naive.

 It is now time for me to shock her.  "You have won me over.  I want to kiss
every inch of your body.  I want to lick your breasts and suck your nipples.
I want to nibble your ears.  I want to suck all of your love juices out of
that hot little pussy of yours..." I can see her getting red in the face.
"...And I want you to do me in return, but I don't want everyone in the
school to hear us as we scream our pleasure out." Wow, this is having an
effect on me.

 She picks herself off the floor and helps me up. She stands directly in
front of me and as if asking a question, doesn't move.

 "What?" I look at her a little concerned she is going to back out.

 "I want to seal this with a kiss."  As she finishes her statement she moves
toward me and parts her lips slightly. I place the kiss gently at first,
then more insistently.  Our tongues intertwine and my head begins to get
dizzy.  This is going to be one of those days.

 "Let's go," she says and we leave the room that I feel is going to get a
lot of quickie use in the near future.

 When we enter the office, I put my sickest face on and ask if I can check
out.  The pass from Ms. Jeters settles it for the clerk and my call is made.
My mother with no problem grants permission.  The principal agrees that
Samantha may drive me home on the condition that one of her parents grant
permission.  We call her dad's office.  There is no answer.  We call her
mother's place of work, but she is out and is not expected to return for
almost an hour.  Samantha tries to get the secretary to tell the clerk that
it is OK for her to leave, but the secretary won't. Her mother walks into
the door of her office, as we are ready to give up all hope.

 "Wait a minute, Samantha," her mother's secretary practically yelled over
the phone.  Your mother just walked into the door."  There is a new look of
excitement on Samantha's face.

 "Hello, Samantha! To what do I owe this little surprise?" Her mother is a
nice lady. I just know it.

 "Mom, a friend of mine, Simone, got very sick this morning and I have been
asked by the principal..." She winks at me. "...To take her home, but I have
to have your permission first."

 "Yes Samantha, you may do this good deed and you may stay as long as you
feel necessary to make sure your friend is all right."  I am beginning to
really like her mother now.  Sam's mother tells the school clerk and we are
on our way.

 "I just need to tell my ride for this afternoon I am leaving so she won't
wait for me, I need a pass to Ms. Johnstons's room please," I ask the clerk.
The clerk asks the assistant principal and he gives his permission. We leave
and walk to find Hope to tell her.  She would be worried about me if I
didn't meet her at break like I told her I would.

 We arrive at Ms. Johnston's room and knock on the door.  The door opens and
I ask to see Hope.  The teacher sees the hall monitor, Samantha, who is
escorting me and she allows Hope to come to the door.

 "I am going home," I whisper.

 "Why, are you sick?" she asks.

 "Just faking." I lean into her to whisper closer to make sure no one hears.
"I am going to go fuck Samantha.  She is game and ready.  I will be here
after school so wait for me, OK."

 She gets a wicked grin on her face then whispers back to me.  "Can I join
after you two have gotten to know each other?"

 "Maybe, tonight!" I reply, already thinking those thoughts of ecstasies to
come.

 With that Samantha and I go to the car. The ride to my house is tense, but
I break the ice by slipping over to her and nibbling her ear.  I reach down
to her "Y" and rub gently.  I don't know how much more I can take. I am so
wet. When she pulls into my garage, she leans into me and gives me a kiss so
passionate it rivals the first kiss I had with Hope.  My goodness, I think I
am going to really like this.

 Getting out of the car is a little unusual and awkward. We are totally
wrapped up in each other.  I reach over and power the door of the garage
down before any of our nosey neighbors decide they need to get a free show.
This girl is hot.  My mind is racing with all of the wonderful things I am
going to do to her.

 I can't get the key to work in the house door.  She is pulling me to the
steps with her.  Her tongue is working miracles on me.  I don't think this
is her first time, either.  She seems too experienced.  Is it going to
happen right here?

 YES.  She has pulled off my top and is pulling my skirt down.  I am
watching a wild woman in action.  Samantha has lost it and I am close
behind.  Her passion stricken face with her closed eyes and sweat glistened
bangs is doing a number on me. She is on automatic, releasing all of those
months of wanting me in one moment.  I am no longer trying to control the
situation.  I have to go...oh, my, she is tonguing my pussy through my
panties. I will spread my legs to allow more access...

  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 Sorry about that, but I decided to tell you this in the past tense.  I
couldn't concentrate enough to keep going.  I do not know if the recall of
this tryst is going to be as exciting as the actual experience or not, but I
will give it a try.  Anyway, the past two hours have been unbelievable.
Samantha is crashed out on my bed, still glistening with the efforts of our
sexual encounter.  She looks great and I think before we leave for the
school to go talk to Ms. Danners we will have a repeat.

 I sent you away when she started tonguing me through my panties. I have
never had anyone, including Hope, who has ever lost control to the point of
trying to eat my clothes off.  She was ravenous.  When she did get the
panties down, she lost herself there on the concrete steps leading up to the
garage entrance door to the house.  She was relentless, nibbling at my clit
then tonguing me as deeply as she could.  She would lap the folds of my sex,
and then suck the flesh deep into her mouth.  She would bite and nibble,
then gently blow the pain away.  I have never experienced anything like it
before and probably never will again.  Her pent up frustration was working
and I know that there will never be another time with her quite like the
first.

 Me, I came and came again.  Once I got past the initial panic I felt at
being overcome by her ravenous powers, I relaxed and went with the flow.  I
lost count of the orgasms I had before we ever left the steps.  When we got
into the house, (and I wonder sometimes how we made it into my bed), the
orgasms continued.  There was a point when she had her entire hand inside my
pussy, fucking me with it like there was no tomorrow.  When I went over the
peak that time, I felt like I had ejaculated like my boyfriends have done in
my mouth.  I was so wet.  Who knows, I have heard of female ejaculation, I
have just never experienced it first hand. I'll have to ask her where she
learned these techniques.

 When she finished with her fist and wrist, she replaced them with her
tongue.  Her mouth sought not only my tremendously tender woman flesh, but
she began teasing my ass hole also. When her tongue entered my anus the
first time, I came all over again.  It sounds like this was all so one
sided.  It was to this point.  She had not let me get "a 'word' in
edgewise."  All this had happened in less than an hour.

 I could tell her enthusiasm was waning, but so was I. I was so wiped that I
had to rest before I could do anything else.  I calmed the storm a little
when I pulled her up to me and began to gently suck on her breast.  She lay
there almost sobbing, finally spent without any energy left.  I licked very
carefully.  She had put so much emotion into what she had been doing that I
was afraid that she was gone for the day.  There was, however, still life
left in the fire.

 I inserted two fingers into her sopping vagina.  She began to twitch.  I
knew I hadn't lost her, but how was I going to make this as intense for her
as she had made it for me.  I remembered my mom's secret closet I had found
two years ago.  I told you my mom was another story.  She must have
twenty-five sex toys in a box in her closet, tucked way in the back.  I felt
Samantha's cunt one more time, then I went looking for that big double dildo
I had found.

 The box was right where I had found it before.  Mother is so predictable. I
fumbled through it and found the toy I was looking for and ran back into the
room.  I hid the double dong behind my back.  She asked me where I had been.
I told her the bathroom.  I got down between her legs and began softly
tonguing the folds of her flesh.  She tasted awesome.  Hope is going to have
a treat when we all got together.  I hope Samantha doesn't mind.

 I decided to bring her off with my mouth first.  I had suspected that she
had several orgasms while she was attacking me.  I would later find out that
was correct.  I nibbled a little slowly, getting into the flow of the task
at hand.  I was going to repay this wonderful creature for what she had done
for me.  I alternated between her pussy and her clit, licking, sucking,
nibbling and biting.  She began to thrash around.  My need to taste her
began to take precedence over my want to please her and soon I had lost
control myself.

 I love sucking anything: cock, pussy, tits, and ass.  I especially love to
suck pussy when it tastes as great as Samantha's.  Hope's has a headier
taste, which sends me over the edge as well, but Sam's is totally
refreshing.  I began to edge my way toward her ass.  I like the little
pucker hole.  I like it because I know what it does for me.  I like it
because I have sent many persons both male and female into orgasmic bliss by
tonguing the anus.  When nothing else does it, sucking ass will.  I also had
another motive.  I intended on pushing that big old dong up there and see
just how far she could take it.

 I hit her hole with my tongue and I felt her give way.  Wave after wave of
earth-shattering orgasm racked her body.  It wasn't as intense as I had felt
earlier, but we were fresh then.  To make it more intense I grabbed the
double-headed dildo and placed in my mouth to lubricate it a little.  I put
it to her anus and gave a strong push.  She let out a major yelp at first,
but after realizing what was in store she relaxed and began pushing back
against it to help with the penetration.  First, only an inch went in, then
two, three, four and finally six inches of the dildo moved back and forth
into her ass.

  Whatever is happening inside her head at this point is anyone's guess, but
Samantha tells me to stop.  I stop and totally remove the dildo from her
anus.  She is getting serious and has begun softly crying.  Have I hurt her?

 "I...need...to...tell you...something."  Why is she getting so serious all
of a sudden?

 "Have I hurt you with the dildo, Samantha?" I am feeling a little sick at
this point, because I am thinking she has turned off."

 "No.  You are wonderful.  I don't know how much more I can take, however.
This has been the most intense and exciting thing that has ever happened to
me in my life, but..." Oh damn, I hate "buts."

 "But what, Samantha?"  Here it goes, the let down.

 "I am afraid I am here partially because I want to be here and partially
because of another reason."  My mind just went blank.  Where did that come
from?

 She continues, "You know the other day when we were caught by Miss
Danners?"

 "Yes," I reply.  I really don't see where this is going.

 "It was staged!"  Bombshell!

 "It was what...?" I am asking her with all of the passion completely gone.
I have sobered up.  Alarms are going off in my head.

 "Miss Danners and I have been lovers for two years now..." Oh, wow,
explosion number two just happened.  Talk about being totally sober to this
point.

 "I don't understand." I say trying to maintain my composure.

 "Well...let me try to explain..." My opinion of Samantha is quickly
changing from passionate lust to passionless hate.  She is starting to cry
even more.

 "I think that an explanation is probably in very good order." I tend to get
a little wordy when I get tense.

 "You're getting upset," she says.  Naa! Not me!

 "Let's just say upset isn't the correct word, concerned is.  Please
continue!" I am beginning to get very abrupt with her and she can tell it.
Could this have waited till I finished what I had planned?  I think she was
so guilt ridden, she wasn't enjoying herself.

 "I...know...you are going to hate me for this, but I had no choice.  I
tried not to do it, but she made me." Uh oh, this is beginning to get
complicated.

 "Come on, spill the beanos, kid."  My sarcasm was showing.

 "Beth, uh, Miss Danners and I have had many sexual encounters in the past
two years.  Some have taken place at her house, but many have taken place in
her office at school.  She seduced me at school in the shower room. The
meetings have been very intense and at times I have tried to get out of
them, because I was afraid of getting caught.  She kept telling me if I were
to back out, she would make an anonymous phone call to my parents and tell
them that I was a lesbian."  She is crying more profusely now.

 "Samantha, what has this got to do with me and the other day being staged?"
I have stopped hating now and have begun pitying her.  Isn't it amazing the
emotions one can go through in a time of crisis?

 "She...she caught me looking at you about two weeks ago and got very upset.
Simone all those things, the parts about me having a crush on you, they are
all true.  I have wanted you for so very long. When she pinned me down about
it and I told her that I thought I was falling in love with you, she went
berserk.  She beat and kicked me that night.  I had to tell my parents I had
fallen down some steps at the library so they wouldn't ask too many
questions." She has won me over again.  I am no longer harboring any
feelings of distaste toward her.  Now I am feeling very uneasy about Miss
Danners.

 "Samantha, that still doesn't explain why the setup." Intrigue! I hate it.

 "She told me she intended on letting me have my fun with you, but on her
terms.  It is a control thing, of course.  She said for me to go to the
showers and stare at you.  She would handle the rest.  I didn't know exactly
what she was going to do until after she did it.  She told me she had
insisted on a meeting with you after school today.  There she intends to
convert you and make you part of her controlled group.  She would allow me
to, in her words, "suck her pussy, good!"  Now that she realizes I have
calmed down she is beginning to relax.

 "Go on," I urge.

 "Well, that's basically it, except when you got sick this morning, I was
jumping up and down for joy, because I knew her plan wouldn't work.  When I
had a chance to share with you my feelings, my true feelings, I thought
everything was going to be all right.  It was, until you started playing
with my ass.  That is Beth's...Miss Danners'...favorite spot.  She has even
had me shit over her face so she could see it coming out.  This woman is
sick.  I am sick.  I just haven't been able to get away from her.  I don't
even like her." She hides her head.

  I have never known a sexually abused child before, but now I find myself
sharing an incredible array of emotions with one.  I don't know what to say,
but I think I need to do something about it today.  What to do, what to do.

 "Samantha, let's take a shower.  Together!"  I lean over and kiss her on
the cheek.  She smiles a tentative smile back, drying her tears. "I think I
know what to do."

 "What?" She asks, getting eager, wanting to get into my devious mind.

 "I'll tell you in the shower."  I have had the most wonderful thought of
revenge and retribution I have ever had. "She'll get hers!"

  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 I know you think the sex between Samantha and I is over, but we are truly
enjoying this shower.  She seems so relieved that I am not mad at her. She
lost herself in my pussy again, a minute ago.  I came with wobbly knees and
a scream of screams.  She loves my plan and thinks it will work great, but
you will have to wait.  I hope it works.

  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 We are leaving for the school now.  It has been one of those memorable
days, the kind that come only once every two or three years.  Hope and I are
going to have fun tonight with my newfound friend.  I can envision it
already, but it is now time to take care of a problem.

 How shall I do this and still get the best for myself?  This is the
question I have asked all day.  I have determined I will have to do some
very displeasing things, but in the end it will be worth it.  The whole plan
stems on Samantha playing the obedient little puppy dog for Miss Danners.
She has to be convincing enough to assure Miss Danners that she has
accomplished the task she was given.  I have to have everything planned down
to the second; otherwise the sting will be for naught.

 "Samantha. As soon as we get to the school, we have to find Hope."  She can
tell I have started to enjoy the prospects of the day.

 "OK, Simone..."

 The ride to the school was extremely uneventful.  It was partially due to
the stress Samantha was experiencing and partially because I was thinking up
the details for this very devious plot.  How far am I willing to go.  Should
I...

 2:45 PM.  Fifteen minutes before school is to let out.  The wait is going
to kill me.  I've got to get to Hope.  Here we are, Samantha has found a
parking place.  "I am going to go talk to Hope and let her know what is
going on.  You go to Miss Danners and tell her everything is set up fine
that you are anticipating eating my pussy."

 "Yes, Simone.  What if she gets suspicious?" She asks seeming a little
nervous.

 "If you do your part, Samantha, she will have no reason to be suspicious."
I reach over and plant a reassuring kiss on her lips. She scurries off to
Miss Danners.

 Hope should be in band class right now.  She plays a wonderful flute.  I
think she is first chair in the section, whatever that means.  I myself have
never even considered being in the band, but this school's band would be the
one to belong to.  It has traveled to Europe three times in the last five
years.  I need to get to her just as the bell rings.

 No one is on campus roaming around.  That is quite unusual.  Normally last
period of the day many folks would be walking and talking.  The band room
door, great!  All I have to do now is wait.

 "Simone, I thought you checked out today."  Oh my, it's the principal.

 "I did, but I feel much better now and I have a required meeting with Miss
Danners after school.

 "You do," he said seeming surprised.  "Please see me in the morning, we
need to have a talk about coming back on campus without checking in."

 If I do this right you will see me in approximately two hours anyway, I
think to myself.

 "Yes Sir. I will be there."

 He turns and leaves just as the bell rings and the students begin to empty
from the band room.  Where is Hope.  I peer into the room and see her
talking to the band director. I wait patiently for a second, then enter the
room.

 "Hi, Mr. Taylor, how are you today?"  My smile can be a man killer at
times.

 "Fine, Simone, and how are you doing?"  He's another of the really nice
teachers.

 "I'm OK. I just have to borrow Simone for a few minutes."

 "Sure," he says and turns to go about another task.

 "This better be good.  We were talking about all state.  I needed more
information..." She does seem extremely concerned I have interrupted her
conversation.

 "Are you fucking this man...he is married...and has kids." I tease her
about this all the time.  I know that she would never consider fucking a
teacher anyway.

 "Simone, shit!  Quit and talk to me so I can get back to getting my
information."  She is visibly pissed.

 "Are you pissed because I spent the day with Samantha?"  I realize for the
first time this tripe is jealousy speaking.

 She hesitates.

 "You gave me your blessings and said you were looking forward to having her
yourself."  I am getting a little miffed, right now, myself.  I need to
overlook this and go on with the plan. "Look, never mind, I have to get you
to do something very important for me."

 I spend the next five minutes laying out the plan. She agrees to do her
part and I depart.  Oh well, I will now go on to Miss Danner's office.

 Miss Danners is one of the only teachers on campus who shares her office
with no one.  As a matter of fact, since it is attached to the girl's locker
room, it can be considered one of the largest offices in the school.  Not
bad for a girl's P. E. coach.

 I enter the gym; make my way toward the locker room, when John Dubose, an
ex-boyfriend of Hope's, approaches me.  He blames me for their break up,
knowing about our continuing relationship.  I wish these distractions would
go away.

 "You owe me something, Simone," he demands.

 "What's that."  My sarcasm shows through.

 "A blowjob, bitch.  You took away the best blowjob queen in school to suck
your twat.  I want you to replace her."  Wow, you know how to get someone to
blow you John and you really have shown us all what you think about Hope.

 "Can't right now, sweetie.  Maybe later I'll show you who the real blowjob
queen is on campus.  I even swallow and I know Hope doesn't.  Right now,
however, I have an appointment with the Dragon Lady."  I am trying to never
close a door on a sexual encounter.

 "When...when can we get together..." His bitterness is no longer showing.
Now we move on to begging.

 "Later" I open the door and enter the locker room.

 The locker room is still steamy from last period's class.  I hate gym,
because you have to take showers.  I end up fantasizing about sucking some
girl's twat who I have seen naked.  Not that I don't have enough to
fantasize about already.

 "There you are, Simone."  She just sneaks out of the woodwork.  "I have
decided on your punishment young lady."

 "Maam?" I ask.

 "You are to do fifty laps around the swimming pool..."

 Now I didn't expect that.

 "...Nude." Oh, I get it now.

 "But, Miss Danners...I must protest...nude...No Way!"  Don't over do it
Simone, lest she thinks you protest too much.  "I don't think its fair.  I
really didn't do anything wrong."

 "But you did and the only way you are going to get out of this is to do the
punishment.  I will call your mother and tell her you attempted to seduce me
to get out of your punishment.  I know she will believe me.  We all know
what your mother is like, don't we now."

 Control, Simone, don't let this bitch get the upper hand. "Oh, alright..."
I throw my hands up in disgust and begin to strip.  "Are you going to make
sure no men have access to the pool area?"

 "There is a way you can get out of the punishment, Simone."  Here it comes.
I can feel it.

 "How's that, Miss Danners?"  I couldn't quite get a grasp on what she was
getting at, but I have a feeling it is going to involve Samantha.

 "Lick my pussy for me."  Shock!  Where was Samantha?

 "I...uh...was...expecting..." I could not grasp the words in the correct
sequence to make sense, but she sensed my concern.

 "Oh, were you expecting Samantha...she's here.  Come on out, Sammy.  She
will get her fill of you later, but you are going to suck me first, twat."
Demanding bitch isn't she.

 "I am sorry, Simone, I tried to reason with her, but she has a mind of her
own." Samantha, Samantha why do you say this?  I know you've tried to do
your part, but you are not the dominating personality that Danners is, for
sure.

 I am now naked.  I have a large adult gym teacher leering at my nakedness.
My newly found lover is leering at me too.  What to do, what to do?

 "Take your clothes off, then." Did I say that?  Was it really me?

 She did as I asked.  Standing before me is a model of muscular perfection.
She sits down on one of the dressing benches and spreads her legs.  I walk
over to her, kneel down, place my arms on her legs and force them even
wider.  I look directly and defiantly into her eyes, then lean down and take
my first lick of an adult pussy.

 "MMmmmmm..."She is biting her lower lip and I haven't even started yet.

 Not too bad, I think to myself.  Shit, what have I ended up doing?  Might
as well enjoy it now.  It is too late to do otherwise.

 I lick her pussy all around, and then place my tongue deep inside.  She
jumps.  I find her clit and begin to make circles so I can touch it
occasionally.  She is really beginning to spas out.  I feel Samantha working
her way under my legs to eat me.  I allow her access.

 I am really beginning to enjoy this.  Samantha is as good as she has ever
been.  She keeps stroking my legs and saying that everything will be all
right.  Yep, in a little while it will be.   Miss Danners' pussy is on fire
and she has grasped me by my head and is forcing me deeper and deeper.  She
tastes great...and I am all turned on...and I am disgusted at the same time.

 "I want to eat you now." She pushes my head away and forces me to the
floor.  She turns her rear to my face, plants her cunt back on my mouth then
proceeds to eat me.  Oh she is good.

 I might even say great.  It is not long before I am having a fantastic,
wonderful cum.

 All of a sudden the doors to the locker room burst open and the room is
filled with police and the principal.  Not far behind is my sweet, little
Hope.  Am I going to need her tonight!  I have just started to come down off
my orgasm and Hope smiles.  She's seen me there before.  The police rough
Miss Danners off of me, put a blanket over Samantha and myself and lead us
to the locker room office. Miss Danners is still naked and in handcuffs.
They are reading her, her rights.  A blanket is finally put over her and she
is led out of the building.

 For the next two hours the police question us.  Our horrified parents are
brought in and we are told to go home.  I beg Samantha and Hope's parents to
allow them to stay over.  I tell them I don't think I can make it without my
friends and thinking I am truly traumatized, they relent and let them come
to my house.

 After mom finally goes to bed, I introduce Samantha to Hope...and that, my
friends, is another story.

Epilogue

Miss Danners was given twelve years in a Maximum Security Prison and has
been labeled for all time as a sex offender.

I gave John Dubose that blowjob he had asked for and I swallowed.  I now
have a new "puppy" following me around. To keep him doing my bidding, I blow
him once in a while and fuck him when I have a need.

I have fallen madly in love with Samantha.

I have continued my passionate love for Hope.

Samantha and Hope...well if they are not with me...they are with themselves.
Upon graduation, they decided to go to the local community college.  They
have moved in together and have decided to live strictly lesbian lifestyles.

Me, I am strictly bisexual.

Life couldn't be better.


THE END

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