ONE.
Call me Sally. It’s not my real name but close enough. I’m posting this story with the full knowledge and consent of all parties involved. But with the caveat being that I promised to substitute everyone’s real name with fictional ones while also not giving away where exactly in the good ole US of A all of the following took place. But just to protect the anonymity of especially one of us three. And which thus allows me the freedom to detail everything that happened five years ago now in all of it’s white hot glory.
And same as today at the age of twenty-three as back when I was an eighteen-year-old high school Senior, I’m a girl-next-door kind of cute, five-foot-five, one-hundred-and-ten-pound, size-two redhead with a killer ass that makes up for the fact that my breasts are only 32-B-cups.
And which I only make mention of because it has it’s own role to play in this story I have to tell. My quite nice caboose that is. Just don’t misunderstand. It’s only a shaped somewhat bigger around than would be expected for girl built as otherwise petite as myself. But it’s cheeks are sculpted as firm as can be while being shaped rather orb-like where they’re also perched nice and high atop the backs of my thighs.
And I do take at least partial credit myself for just how amazingly fit and taut my butt truly is. I attended college on a tennis scholarship so needless to say I’ve been running around on tennis courts since about the age of seven. And my legs are nice and toned themselves as a result of which also. Either way though, not to put down my face (which I promise really is rather cute) or my boobs (which are at least pert and perky to the max despite their being shaped rather small) but especially for those individuals who happen to be into girls with long manes of kinky-curly red hair, clothed or especially unclothed, the view of me from behind might be considered even better than the view of me from the front.
And I blame my mane of red hair for the way I am. Not that I’m evil mind you, just something of a mischief-maker is all. Take for example the time when, five years ago now as I’m writing these words, I decided to try to seducing one of my high school teachers. And one of my female teachers to boot.
I had long since come to the realization that I was attracted to guys and girls both by the time I was an eighteen-year-old Senior. I had also yet to share that certain bit of information with anyone else however. But not out of shame or embarrassment or anything of the sort but for different reasons instead.
I was captain of the tennis team, top ten in my class in terms of GPA, worked on the Yearbook Committee and was a fixture on the prom and homecoming courts. Miss All-America in other words. Plus I was born and raised in a town so small that my now alma mater is the only high school located within it’s city limits. And there was still only something like eighty of us in my graduating class at that. Or in other words, I grew up in the type of environment where the news that I was bi would have spread like wildfire across Small Town City within a matter of hours had I actually confessed as such to just about anybody I knew.
Hypothetically speaking: “Thanks for calling Aunt Lisa. Uh huh. You heard it from your hair stylist Angie? No that’s okay. Everyone else knows by now anyway. What’s that? Yes I know her son is on drugs. Huh? No I don’t know if he’s bi too!”
Yeah, no thanks. I was fine with waiting until I was living away at college for most of year before I finally came out as being bisexual. Trust me, it was for the best for all parties involved. Especially myself.
And for what it’s worth, I had boyfriend at the time of these events I’m about to detail also. He was a linebacker on the football team. We dated exclusively from early on Sophomore year throughout the rest of the time we attended Small Town High together. But it was always more of a formal arrangement than anything else however. We liked each other well enough and got along just fine but there was something else. We were both so good at playing our respective sports that I was always going to be heading off for whatever college offered me the best tennis scholarship while he was always going to be heading off for whatever college offered him the best football scholarship. So we basically just served as friendly escorts for one another to all of our school’s dances and the like until we went our own separate ways shortly after graduation. Again, it was all for the best.
And he and I never did the deed together either. But not for lack of trying on his part. (Quite the opposite in fact!) I just wasn’t quite yet ready to deal with the precautions required to assure that such a thing wouldn’t lead to me getting pregnant as a result. So things never progressed behind the heavy petting stage between me and my linebacker boyfriend. At my insistence that is.
But boyfriend or not, I was certainly open to the idea of trying out lovemaking of the girl-on-girl variety however. There was nothing to worry about pregnancy-wise there afterall. But there were other problems inherent with me wishing to seek out a possible partner for that sort of thing. Just for starters I needed to make sure to find someone who I could trust with keeping my certain secret all to herself.
Like maybe someone who would surely get fired from her job and possibly even arrested if word ever got out that she and I were intimate with one another. That was one way to assure myself that any such partner of mine would be keeping her lips sealed about things between us.
Who am I kidding though. It was primarily due to her outrageous good looks that I first came to set my certain sights on the woman I’ll be henceforth referring to with the fictional name ‘Miss Welker.’
And she wasn’t an actual teacher of mine at the time either. I had developed a crush on Miss Welker the year before when I took her class on Greek and Roman History as an elective. Which was only her second year working as a teacher out of college so she was still only something like twenty-five herself when I was an eighteen-year-old Senior with plans on trying to get my hands on her.
But she could have just as easily become a model instead of a teacher. And I’m thoroughly convinced that even a spot in the annual Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition would have been open to her were she ever so inclined to pursue the matter. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty through and through with a gorgeous heart-shaped face just for starters, Miss Welker was also tall and leggy to point that she may have even been a true six-footer. Certainly so when wearing heels at least. And she was also skinny to the tune of being a dress-size four at most. But she was also surprisingly busty for being shaped so otherwise long and slender. So much so in fact that I was nearly certain that it took bras labeled as D-cups to reign in her impressively large pair of breasts.
Not that she would ever wear outfits in class designed to show off just how remarkable her chest truly was however. Miss Welker would instead only wear either loose-fitting sweaters or blouse and blazer combos for tops around school. Probably to keep her male students’ eyes off of her boobs as much as possible I reasoned. But they were large enough, especially in comparison to the rest of her body, that their rounded swells were impossible to completely conceal from view no matter what Miss Welker happened to be wearing at the time. And I knew it would surely come as a surprise to her that a certain redhead female student of hers was just as enamored at the sight of her chest as certainly were all of her male students also.
Which was something I actually had working in my favor. I knew that Miss Welker would naturally be inclined to have her guard up against any of her male students trying to put the moves on her. But probably not so much (or at least I was hoping) when it came to any of her female students. Especially one known to have a boyfriend and was thus presumably straight.
Same as Miss Welker in fact. She had mentioned in passing a handful of times when I was taking her class that she had a boyfriend. And operating under the assumption that she and whoever that lucky guy may have been were still together by the time I was a Senior, I first needed figure out a way to discover the true nature of Miss Welker’s sexuality before anything else. Afterall, for all I knew she could have been completely against the idea of ever engaging in same-sex lovemaking herself.
Nor was Miss Welker a lifelong resident of Small Town City like myself. Originally from a completely different state entirely, she had attended college on a basketball scholarship before being hired on at Small Town High as both a history teacher and assistant coach for the varsity girls’ basketball team. So I decided to wait until second semester was underway and the basketball season was over before trying to find out the answer to my question about Miss Welker’s sexuality. And I wound up coming up with a rather ingenious way of doing so if I do say so myself.
Like most of the teachers at Small Town High, Miss Welker would stay after school for a half-hour or so most days in case any of her students needed to speak with her about anything. So shortly after classes had resumed following Christmas Break, I hung around after school for a good fifteen minutes one day before I took a walk and found Miss Welker sitting alone in her classroom grading papers at her desk and…
“Hey Miss Welker, you got a minute? I’m on the Yearbook Committee as you know and wanted to get your opinion about what the layout should look like for the girls’ basketball team.”
None of which was technically a lie aside from the fact that I wasn’t the one responsible for setting up the layout I had mentioned. I just needed an excuse to get my foot in the door with Miss Welker. Both literally and metaphorically speaking that is.
And I should mention here that I had made sure to dress myself that morning in a tight pair of jeans designed to showcase my rather nice posterior. But that was for something later if and when things happened to reach a certain point between the two of us that afternoon. And dressed herself in one of her customary blouse and blazer combos above a somewhat billowy knee-lengthed skirt, Miss Welker rose from her seat and…
“Sure thing Sally. C’mon in!”
We then would up standing in front of her desk where we talked for a good ten minutes about the topic I had used as an excuse to swing by her classroom in the first place . And during the process of which, Miss Welker actually gave me good enough advice as to what the Yearbook layout for her basketball team should look like that I wound up passing along her ideas to the person who was really responsible for putting it together. And after I had thanked her for which…
“Glad to be of help,” Miss Welker said. “Was there anything else then?”
“No not really,” I replied. “You don’t want to hear about my problems anyway.”
“What problems?” Miss Welker asked. “Seriously Sally. If there’s something that’s bothering you, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to get it off your chest.”
The poor woman. She had no idea that she had just stepped right into my trap.
“It’s nothing really,” I replied. “Nothing that I can’t figure out for myself I guess.”
Without a word, Miss Welker then walked over to her classroom door and shut it before walking back over to where I was standing and…
“Part of my job as a teacher is being here for my students to talk to about anything,” she told me. “Now please tell me whatever it is that’s obviously bothering you Sally.”
Having already rehearsed all of which in my mind while putting together my certain plan, “Its kind of embarrassing really,” I replied. “There’s just these certain thoughts I’ve been having lately that I’m not sure what to think about.”
“What kind of thoughts?” Miss Welker asked. “Whatever it is, I promise to keep it just between us.”
Then while feigning a sense of shame I really wasn’t feeling in the least, “It’s just the fact that lately I’ve been having these thoughts, sexual in nature I guess you could say, about a couple of my female friends.”
Which was more of a half-truth than an actual lie. But not knowing so herself, and with a look of genuine concern etched across her beautiful face…
“Sally, it’s perfectly natural for you to be having those kinds thoughts,” Miss Welker replied. “So please don’t feel embarrassed in the least about that.”
Good then. She at least didn’t seem to have any kind of hang-up about the concept of girl-on-girl in general. So I feigned a look of relief and said, “Thank you so much. Maybe it would help for me to find someone else who also likes guys and girls both herself to talk to about all of this instead.”
Hint. Hint.
And although seemingly unfazed by my words, “Sorry but I can’t help you there,” Miss Welker replied. “School Rules strictly forbid me from discussing my sexual orientation with any of my students.”
Undeterred however, “But you’re not my teacher anymore,” I pointed out. “And even when you were, you never had a problem with mentioning in class the fact that you have a boyfriend.”
Which actually made Miss Welker laugh and, “I guess you’ve got me on a technicality there,” she admitted.
Then came the line I had rehearsed for that very moment. “It would really go a long way towards setting my mind at ease about things if I learned that a woman who I respected a lot maybe also at least sometimes thinks about other girls like that too.”
And still not showing any outward signs of surprise at the subject matter at hand, “I’m actually flattered Sally,” Miss Welker replied. “Here’s my advice though. Wait until next fall when you’re off at college. Trust me. You’ll find plenty of girls there to talk to who are also questioning things about themselves the same way that you are.”
Duh. And phooey to boot. So time for Plan B.
I lowered my head in a mock show of dejection and said, “You don’t have to say it. I already know. You’re obviously totally straight and think that I’m something of an oddball because I don’t seem to be the same way myself.”
Okay so maybe I am evil sometimes afterall.
“Sally I never said anything of the sort!” Miss Welker exclaimed. “I’ll have you know that two of my close friends are bisexual.”
How close I wondered. But I didn’t dare ask. Instead I said, “That actually does go a long way towards setting my mind at ease about all of this. So thank you so much Miss Welker.”
Then I was rewarded for having taken such a diplomatic approach with things when, “Listen,” she replied. “For what it’s worth, I can empathize with what you’re going through right now. I just can’t say why is all.”
Oh but she had! And she knew so too. The smile Miss Welker gave me at that was the kicker. If nothing else, she was at least bi-curious.
And what with discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to cash in my chips right there before I said something that might anger Miss Welker. And for another reason too. I was then ready to do a certain specific bit of nonverbal enticement.
Without a word of reply to Miss Welker’s certain admission, I spun on my heels and made my way off for the door. But I did so while putting a ton of extra sway through my hips with every step I took to wag my jean-clad ass back and forth with nothing but force. And while making sure to jut it’s pair of cheeks up and down opposite each other with plenty of force as well. All for Miss Welker’s viewing pleasure of course.
I then reached the door and spun back around to the sight of a bug-eyed Miss Welker.
“Sorry,” I offered. “Just couldn’t help myself.”
She then shut her eyes and said, “Please just leave.”
“I’ll be back,” I promised.
Then I left.
Not to return until something like three weeks later. There was simply no sense in me rushing things when I still had most of that semester to work with. And besides, I liked the idea of making Miss Welker sweat it out for a while. I knew the suspense must have been killing her by the time I had yet to return after only a period of days had passed since our first certain encounter.
But I would see her around school occasionally in the meantime of course. And I would always call out, “Hi Miss Welker!” just as bright and cheery as possible whenever we happened to pass by one another in a hallway. At least twice a week it would happen like that. And much to her credit, she would always reply back, “Hi yourself Sally!” just as bright and cheery as possible herself.
Of course she couldn’t exactly spurn me in such a situation. Any random teacher blowing off any random student would have certainly caught someone’s attention. And heaven forbid the rumor got out that our school’s best looking teacher had some sort of beef with that redhead captain of the tennis team. I wouldn’t have cared of course. But such would have been unwanted attention for the likes of Miss Welker.
And I also had some dirt on her too afterall. Nothing much really. Just the fact that Miss Welker wasn’t totally straight. It would have been the gossip equivalent of Chernobyl had I leaked that certain bit of information to just about anybody there at school.
Nor did it matter that she had some dirt on me too. The consequences for Miss Welker would have disastrous had she decided to leak the information to anyone that the captain of the girls’ tennis team was secretly bi only to have it found out later that she had started that rumor herself. So I knew that my secret was safe with her.
Then finally one day less than a week to go until Spring Break, I again caught Miss Welker after-hours grading papers at her desk and positioned myself in her doorway and asked, “Mind if I have word?”
Although visibly startled at the suddenness of my appearance, Miss Welker still managed to exude a sense of calm when she looked up from her desk to catch my eye and replied, “Only on the condition that you won’t ever again behave in front of me the way that you did the last time you were here.”
“I promise I won’t,” I replied.
Liar, liar, hair’s on fire. Afterall…
Miss Welker then rose from her chair and gave me something of a once-over with her eyes before she pointed out, “You’re wearing the same pair of jeans as you were the last time you paid me a visit like this.”
Feigning surprise, I looked down at the garment in question and replied, “Hey look at that! Seems like you’re right. What a coincidence, huh?”
Dressed herself in a loose-fitting pair of slacks to go along with an oversized sweater designed to mask just how busty she truly was, “You can come in but leave the door open,” Miss Welker stated. “Sorry but I can’t trust you to behave yourself around me anymore otherwise.”
Which was fine by me. I was merely there on a fact-finding mission anyway. Or at least just for starters.
Clad in also a simple t-shirt and sports-bra underneath, I wasn’t wearing any panties under my jeans. How silly of me to have forgotten to put on a pair that morning!
Like the time before, Miss Welker and I then wound up standing together in front of her desk. Which I should mention was positioned about twenty feet from her from her classroom’s door so the conversation that followed would have been all but impossible to hear by anyone who may have strolling by her classroom at the time.
Not that there was anything to worry about really. The hallways there at school were all but empty by that time of day. But Miss Welker still had an eye towards her classroom’s open door when she said…
“I did some investigating and found out that someone else on the Yearbook Committee, not you, is the one responsible setting up our basketball team’s layout. So fool me once, shame on you. But fool me twice, shame on me.”
More impressed than anything at Miss Welker’s skills in covert intelligence, “Busted,” I conceded. “And I’m not really embarrassed or anything about those certain thoughts of mine I confessed to you about. And it’s not really any of my friends that I think about like that but more just women in general. So I’m sorry for wanting to find out if the most beautiful woman I know might also happen to be bi herself.”
With a shake of her head, “I never said anything of the sort,” Miss Welker replied. “One can indulge in such thoughts from time to time without it making them anything but curious about that sort of thing. I’ll have you know that I’ve never even kissed another girl before.”
Dammit. As if things weren’t stacked against me enough with Miss Welker’s understandable reluctance to the idea of being intimate with any of the students enrolled there at Small Town High in the first place, I was also dealing with a woman who had yet to act upon her certain stated curiosities as well. So talk about a challenge on top of a challenge!
And I may have even tried kissing Miss Welker at that had her classroom door been closed at the time. But stymied however by her insistence that I leave that door open, “Got it,” I said. “So the idea of being with another woman like that is more just a fantasy of yours then.”
Shooting her hands to her hips to assert more of a professional-type posture, “Sally listen to me,” Miss Welker replied. “As I told you the last time you were here, I can get into trouble just for mentioning the specifics surrounding my sexuality to any of you students. And since I’ve confessed too much to you already, please drop this topic before I’m forced to ask you to leave.”
Undeterred however, “Just answer me one thing,” I tried. “Are you like me and simply drawn to the idea in general of being with another woman or, you know, does the thought of some certain specific girl-on-girl scenario do it for you instead?”
And I got the answer to my question when Miss Welker opened her mouth to say something at that but, oddly, no words seemed to want to come out.
“Ten-four,” I said then. “So you’re more drawn to the idea of engaging in some sort of specific act of lesbian-type lovemaking.”
Then lowering her hands back down her sides, “Crazy weather we’ve been having lately, huh?” Miss Welker said. “I heard it’s supposed to dip down into the 30s again tomorrow night. And that chipmunk-thing even saw his shadow so I thought Winter was supposed to be over by now. Or maybe I have that backwards. Whatever. I don’t trust rodents either way.”
“Here’s what gets me though,” I replied. “You supposedly have two friends who are bi. So why not ask one of them to assist you in trying to make come true whatever that fantasy of yours happens to be? If not specifically with them, maybe they could at least point you in the right direction of someone who could help you out with whatever it is.”
And this is why you don’t ever make assumptions about anything. “You mean Jeff and Marcus?” Miss Welker replied back. “I’ve been friends with them both since college.”
Oops. Well so much for that. Onto Plan B once again.
“Then it’s me or nobody,” I offered. “Seems like I’m the first girl to ever crack your certain code so, consequences be damned, I’m your best hope of making that fantasy of yours come true. Whatever it might be.”
Shaking her head, “Sally please be reasonable,” Miss Welker replied. “Even if you were worth the risk of me getting fired and possibly arrested over, which you aren’t by the way, you’re still incapable of providing me what I need to make come true this certain… umm… idea that I like.”
Honestly confused, “I don’t get it. I’m a girl and you’re a girl. So what’s the problem aside from the whole student-teacher thing?”
“That’s simply none of your business for about a dozen different reasons,” Miss Welker shot back.
“Or in other words,” I shot back myself, “That’s for you to know and me to find out.”
“Absolutely not,” Miss Welker replied. “Now if you wouldn’t mind, please leave unless there’s something else you wanted to speak with me about. I’m not very happy with you right now in case you haven’t realized.”
I then decided to break out the big guns when I said, “Tell me what it is and I promise to turn around and pull down my jeans far enough to show you how I forgot to put on panties this morning.”
Although Miss Welker’s mouth flew open at that, no words would come out yet again.
And I just couldn’t help myself. “Sorry but you didn’t do a very good job of concealing just how much you enjoyed my exit the last time I paid you a visit like this.”
Finally again composing herself, Miss Welker shook her head ‘no’ and replied, “You have it all wrong. All you saw on my face was a look of shock that you had acted so in appropriately in my presence. That was certainly not a look of longing I can assure you.”
I had my doubts however. Then a Plan C entered my thoughts.
“You can prove that to me of course. And I promise to never bother you again like this if it turns out that what you just said is true. What kind of bra are you wearing today under that sweater?”
Anger actually flared in Miss Welker’s blue eyes at that. Then barley above a whisper, “You need to leave” she said. “Right now.”
But I instead continued, “I’m guessing that your bra-cups won’t be able to mask if something has captured the attention of your nipples. So you can hike up your sweater after I’ve turned around and pulled down my jeans to show me that it doesn’t turn you on to look at me flashing the sight my bare bottom at you.”
Which rendered Miss Welker speechless for the third time that afternoon.
“With the door closed of course,” I added. “No sense in risking having someone get a peek at us conducting this little experiment of ours.”
After letting out a dismissive snort, “Do I really strike you as being that dumb?” Miss Welker asked. “What’s to stop you from then marching straight off for the Principal’s Office with a story that I flashed you like that unprovoked? And with a precise description of the bra I’m wearing today to back up your story to boot.”
I had to laugh at that. “Do you really think I want to be forever remembered by all of my classmates as the girl who tattled on a teacher Senior Year for flashing me the sight of her boobs in a bra? I’d still be answering questions about that at our twenty-year class reunion! And besides, you could easily counter such a claim by stating that I lifted up your sweater myself without your consent.”
After giving the matter some consideration, “I see your point,” Miss Welker conceded. “Both of them in fact. But put yourself in my shoes Sally. I’m supposed to be setting a good example for all of you students to follow. So how can I in good conscious condone your behavior today by agreeing to go along with that ridiculous idea that you just suggested?”
Which I had to admit was a good point also. So I decided to sidestep that question with a question of my own. “Here’s something else I don’t understand. You’re so beautiful that I refuse to believe that I’m the first girl to ever try putting any kind of moves on you. So how can it be that no other female has successfully managed to get to the bottom of that fantasy of yours yet?”
After casting another nervous glance over at the door, “Its not like that at all,” Miss Welker replied. “Yes I’ll admit that I’ve been… propositioned let’s say… by a couple of other girls before. But never in a certain particular sort of way. The way I would prefer to be roped into trying out being intimate with someone other than a guy that is.”
Although still in the dark about the specifics, “I think I understand then,” I said. “Your certain fantasy involves being seduced by another girl in some sort of unconventional manner.”
Seemingly more exasperated than anything else, “Sally why?” Miss Welker asked. “Why won’t you stand to reason that this whole conversation has gone far enough?”
With a laugh I replied, “This is what you get for offending me by saying that I’m not worth the risk of possibly getting into trouble over.”
Shaking her head in response, “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it,” Miss Welker said. “Of course I realize that you’re an adult of legal age and rather pretty to boot. But please understand you’re still the same girl to me that I had in class last year and not anyone I need to be viewing as some sort of possible romantic partner.”
Although I certainly did understand all of which, I couldn’t refrain from pointing out how, “The look you gave me when I wagged my ass for your enjoyment the last time I was here sure seemed to tell me something different.”
Without a word, Miss Welker then made a bee-line for her classroom door and shut it after taking a peek up and down the hallway beyond to make sure that no one happened to be walking by at the time. Then she spun on her heels and made her way back over to where I was still standing in front of her desk and…
“How can I be assured that you’ll do as you promised and drop this topic entirely if I agree to go along with your silly proposition? But just to prove to you that it didn’t excite me like that when you made your inappropriate exit from here last time.”
More enthralled than anything else at the prospect of possibly getting the chance to check out Miss Welker’s big boobs clad in only whatever type of bra she happened to be wearing under that sweater of hers, I altered my voice to give the impression of speaking as someone else and…
“Nice to see you again Sally. Great class reunion huh? Me and a couple of the other girls over there were just having a good laugh about the time you tattled on Miss Welker for supposedly flashing her bra at you. C’mon now. Come clean. What really happened that day?”
With a shake of her head at that, “I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this,” Miss Welker said. “I must be losing my marbles or something.”
Feeling nothing but giddy by then, “You first,” I replied. “Show me that you’re not wearing some kind of medieval-era corset or something under your sweater.”
After letting out a sigh of resignation at that, Miss Welker then moved her hands to her sweater’s hem and hoisted that garment far enough upwards to fully expose to me the sight of her bra underneath.
It certainly wasn’t anything flashy however. Just a light-blue, off-the-shelf, full-coverage, underwire-affixed garment designed obviously more for comfort and support than anything else. Not that I was disappointed in the least by that fact however. Quite the opposite in fact. It struck me as being rather intimate that Miss Welker was letting me see what type of bra she would normally wear around school. And besides…
I was absolutely enraptured at the sight of Miss Welker’s large breasts wrapped nice and snug within only a thin layer of Lycra-type fabric. And their swells even proved to be shaped just a little bit bigger around than I was expecting so, “I don’t suppose those could possibly Double-Ds?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Still hoisting up her sweater, “Most of my bras, this one included, are actually 34-Ds,” Miss Welker admitted. “But I do own a couple from one certain maker who’s Double-Ds fit me better than their D-cups do.”
So they were right on the D/Double-D border then. And keep in mind how they were affixed to a girl built as otherwise tall and athletic as you would expect from a former college basketball player. And keep in mind too that this was a woman also blessed with a cover-model-worthy face to go along with a beautiful mane of long blonde hair. The total package if you will.
And I swear that I didn’t take note at first of what certain physical reaction I had to what I was then seeing. Otherwise transfixed on the sight of having such a beautiful and busty woman lifting up her top in my presence, I only knew something was up when…
“I suppose I should have expected that,” Miss Welker said.
It was only then that I felt how my nipples had since peaked themselves in arousal at the sight of Miss Welker doing her certain bit of flashing in front of me. Then glancing downwards I saw how, sure enough, my sports-bra and t-shirt were doing virtually nothing to keep that fact concealed from her view.
Then raising my head back up to again look Miss Welker in the eyes, “Sorry,” I mustered. “Natural reaction for a bi-girl such as myself.”
Still exposing the sight of her bra-clad chest at me, “A part of me is actually flattered that I have that effect on you,” Miss Welker replied. “Just don’t take that to mean that I’m still not upset about all of all this.”
Having long since come to the conclusion that Miss Welker’s bra featured cups that, much like my sports-bra and t-shirt, wouldn’t be able mask it if her pair of nipples were to suddenly grow as stimulated as mine were already, “Don’t move,” I said. “I’ve got something to show you.”
I then spun on my heels to turn my back to Miss Welker and cast around my head to look back at her over my shoulder as I unzipped my jeans and, whoops, let them slide all of the way down the length of my legs.
And Miss Welker apparently just couldn’t help herself as I watched then as her eyes shot straight to the sight of my ass laid totally bare.
Unable help myself also, “You’ve got those amazing tits of yours,” I said back over my shoulder. “And I’ve got a killer tushy if I do say so myself. So how nice it is that we both happen to have something that the other one likes.”
Still holding up the front of her sweater, Miss Welker then raised her eyes to meet mine and replied, “It’s a simple case of idle admiration on my end. Look at my bra and see for yourself.”
And sure enough, she wasn’t yet showing that certain telltale sign of arousal that I was still experiencing myself. Undeterred however, “Patience,” I replied back. “Rome wasn’t built in a day afterall as you taught me last year in class.”
Without waiting for a response, and still looking back at Miss Welker over my shoulder with my jeans in a pool around the tennis shoes on my feet, I then began to shimmy my ass all around to cast both of it’s cheeks in state of constant motion.
And Miss Welker couldn’t help herself yet again. I watched once more as her eyes shot straight to the sight of my bare bottom then being made to do a little dance for her enjoyment.
And I suppose that I was actually twerking by the time that Miss Welker, by then openly gawking at what I was doing with my bum while she was still hoisting up her sweater, managed to eke out, “I never agreed to you taking things this far Sally.”
Still working my bare ass like a stripper might do up on-stage while also still peering back at Miss Welker over my shoulder, “What’s the harm though?” I replied. “Show me that not even watching me shake my money-maker for your enjoyment is enough to turn you on and I’ll never have a reason to bug you like this ever again.”
And that’s when it happened. A certain pair of protrusions then made an appearance upon the swells of Miss Welker’s bra-clad chest.
But her nipples had only just began to bud when Miss Welker let out a cry of surprise at that sensation and pulled her sweater back down into place before, “That’s it!” she exclaimed. “Show’s over! This has gone far enough!”
Still twerking however, “Aw, you’re no fun!” I said back over my shoulder. “I saw what just happened. So you can at least let me see how big those beauties can get when they’re aroused to the max like I’m sure they’re well on their way towards being by now.”
And although I could tell that it was a struggle for her to do so, Miss Welker then managed to shift her eyes away from the sight of my ever-shaking booty to look me in the eyes instead before, barely above a whisper, “Sally I’m so embarrassed right now you have no idea,” she let me know.
And sure enough, she was blushing by then. Which I thought only made her look all the more beautiful however.
Finally bringing my certain show to an end at that, I just couldn’t help myself when, “Curious if I’m a redhead everywhere?” I asked.
Although without much conviction in her voice, “Not in the least,” Miss Welker replied.
“We’ll just see about that,” I replied back.
And still with my jeans pooled around my feet, and still with my nipples seemingly trying to poke a pair of holes through my sports-bra and t-shirt, I then shuffled back around to face Miss Welker once again.
And I found it almost comical the way that she was obviously fighting to keep her eyes locked with mine as I was then flashing my privates at her. Although it wasn’t as bad as that might seem however. Unable to part my thighs very much with my ankles bound together by my jeans, all I was really showing for Miss Welker too see, should she have wanted to take a look, was my little upside-down-triangle-shaped patch of pubic hair which…
“I keep myself neatly trimmed down there so it’s actually kind of cute,” I told Miss Welker. “And it’s every bit as red as the hair that hangs from head.”
Which did the trick. If only for a second or two, she then took an obvious gander in the direction of my pussy.
Unmoved by the sight of Miss Welker blushing once more by the time her eyes had returned to mine, “Please lift up your sweater again to show me how aroused your nipples are now,” I requested.
And her hands even started to move to the hem of her sweater at that before, dammit, she shot them back to her sides and said, “No. I’m drawing a line in the sand right here. Now pull your jeans back up please.”
I then tried a different approach instead. “Please explain to me again how you can claim that I’m not capable of making your certain fantasy come true when I know that I’ve now gotten the attention of your nipples.”
Maybe even thirty seconds passed in silence between us at that. And I was fine with remaining in my state of semi-undress while waiting for Miss Welker to make up her mind about what to say next.
Which wound up surprising me in the most delightful way possible as I honestly didn’t see it coming when, “Feels to me like my nipples are only about two-thirds of the way to being as swollen as they can get when they’re fully excited,” Miss Welker admitted. “Now be a dear and activate them to the max and I’ll let you see what that looks like through the fabric of my bra.”
Beyond elated, in no time flat I was hoisting upwards my t-shirt and sports-bra as one to essentially flash the sight of my full-frontal at Miss Welker. And while my dark-pink nipples were standing at full attention upon the swells of my pert and perky pair of B-cups at the same time too.
Obviously unable to do otherwise by then, Miss Welker spent at least another thirty seconds in silence at that just letting her eyes roam all up and down the sight of all I was putting on display for her see. Everything from my shoulders down to my ankles as it were. Laid bare.
I then shuffled myself around in a slow 360 to again let Miss Welker take a gander the sight of my ass in the flesh to go along with my long mane of red hair stretching down my back.
Then within a matter of seconds after I was facing her once more, “Congratulations,” she said. “They’re now as swollen as swollen can be. Here. See for yourself.”
She then hoisted up her sweater to again flash at me the sight of her bra underneath. And it was plain for me to see through it’s fabric that Miss Welker’s certain pair of protrusions had since grown to the size marbles upon the swells of her massive bust.
“Wow,” I couldn’t help but remark. “Look how much bigger yours can get then mine when we’re both turned on like this.”
With a smirk Miss Welker replied, “Probably has something to do with the fact that my boobs are so much bigger than yours.”
Ignoring that certain dig, and still flashing the sight of my full-frontal at my beautiful former teacher, “One last time,” I tried. “Please explain how a girl like me who can turn you on so much wouldn’t be able to fulfill whatever your certain fantasy happens to be.”
It took her a bit but she finally admitted, “Because there’s only one of you trying to seduce me right now.”
More pleased with myself than anything else for having managed to get to the bottom of Miss Welker’s certain fantasy, “Please continue,” I encouraged. “How many girls are we talking about here?”
Still while flashing at me the sight her nipples remaining swollen in maximum excitement within the confines of her bra, “Nothing as crazy as you might be thinking,” Miss Welker replied. “It’s just that if I’m ever going to have a lesbian experience, I would prefer to be seduced into doing so by a pair of beautiful women letting me watch them being intimate with one another until… you know… I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to join in myself.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” was all I could say in response. “Wanting to take part in a girls-only threesome for your first ever same-sex experience? How delightfully kinky Miss Welker!”
Barely above a whisper, “I figured you’d like that,” she replied. “And I can’t believe that I just confessed as such to one of my students.”
“Former student,” I corrected her. “And one who’s now a little bit wet thinking about your desire to be intimate with two girls at once.”
Which was nothing but the truth.
Pulling her sweater back down into place once again at that, “I guess I should have figured on that happening too,” Miss Welker replied. “And sorry but I’m calling this all to an end right here before anything happens that I might wind up later regretting.”
Which was actually fine by me as I had since come to the conclusion that, “I need to find a very special kind of friend to have at my side before this can continue anyway.”
Then as I was pulling my t-shirt and sports-bra back down into place, “Sally no!” Miss Welker exclaimed. “I swear that I wasn’t insinuating that in the least!”
“And I’m sure that you weren’t,” I assured her. “But after everything that’s transpired between us today, how can I refrain from trying to make your certain fantasy come true? There would be a lot in it for me too afterall!”
To say the least.
Then as I was pulling my jeans back into place also, “I forbid it,” Miss Welker declared. “I’ll report you to the principal if I you try bringing someone onto campus here for such a purpose.”
Laughing at which, “Nothing to worry about there,” I replied. “It’s now my number one mission in life to see to it that you’ll get to act out your certain fantasy with myself and another of my eighteen-year-old classmates.”
And I could tell that she was speaking the truth when, “I swear it,” Miss Welker replied back. “I’ve never fantasized about it happening like that with two of you students here at school.”
“That’s okay,” I declared. “This might be an instance of reality being even better than fantasy anyway.”
Without waiting for a response to which, I then spun on my heels and made off for the door while, of course, wagging my jean-clad ass from side to side with plenty of force for Miss Welker’s enjoyment.
“Please don’t!” she called after me. “I could get into so much trouble!”
But without even a single glance backwards, I reached the door, opened it, called out, “Have a nice Spring Break!” and made my leave of Miss Welker’s classroom.
Where I then thankfully caught a break when, with my nipples still showing themselves to be swollen in arousal through the fabric of my t-shirt, I didn’t encounter a soul on my way towards the nearest exit and outside into the parking lot beyond where I had parked my car that morning.
And despite the fact that it wasn’t something I would do with much frequency back then, I then drove straight home for the sole purpose of masturbating at the first possible chance. The urge I was feeling to get myself off was simply too overwhelming to reset by then. And so much so that I knew that I would need to make myself cum multiple times in order to fully satiate myself.
Upon entering my bedroom a short time later, I stripped myself naked, climbed into bed under my covers, stretched out my back, spread my legs wide and first started petting my clit to the knowledge that I had managed to sexually arouse Miss Welker. Just that fact alone was enough to drive me crazy. She was just so remarkably attractive afterall. And plus there was the whole kinkiness-factor involved with her being a teacher at my school.
I then began using two of my fingers to give my clit more of an actual massage to the specific mental image of Miss Welker standing in front of me and lifting up her sweater to show off the sight of her nipples standing at full attention within the confines of her bra. And letting me see also the way that her nipples would swell to nearly to size of marbles when fully aroused in sexual excitement.
Then starting to massage my clit with a good amount speed, I couldn’t help but wonder what color they might be. Miss Welker’s nipples. And for matter, how big around in circumference might her areolas have been shaped? And for that matter also, how self-supporting might her large pair of breasts been formed in their natural state of being?
“Miss Welker!” I was cumming. “Oh Miss Welker!” Nice and hard.
Then returning to simply gracing my clit with a series of pets, I was struck again by just how delightfully kinky I found Miss Welker’s certain fantasy to be. Her desire to be lured into having her first lesbian experience by watching a pair of girls doing the deed right in front of her until she wouldn’t be able to resist joining in herself. I was going to have to ask her where she had come up with that idea from in the first place.
And continuing to masturbate myself then made me realize that Miss Welker must sometimes masturbate herself while thinking about that fantasy of hers. Our school’s hottest teacher. And a woman presumed by everyone to be totally straight. But little did anyone know, other than myself by then of course, that she was in the habit of playing with herself to the thought of partaking in a girls-only threesome.
Again starting to massage my clit with a decent amount of force at that, I realized then that I had aroused Miss Welker to the point that she was certainly too in need of getting herself off by the time I had made my exit from her classroom. And for all I knew she could have been at home in own bed and masturbating herself by then. Thinking about me of course. While I was laying in my bed at the exact same time and masturbating to thoughts involving her.
That did the trick. “Miss Welker!” I was coming again. “Oh fuck Miss Welker!” Even harder than the first time.
Still not fully satiated however, I resumed with merely gracing my clit with a soft series of pets once I had ridden out that second orgasm. Just one more was all I needed though. One last release to finish myself off for the day.
And it was going to happen too. By hell or high water, I was going to find a partner to help make Miss Welker’s certain fantasy come true. And it was going to be just like I promised it would be. No one but a fellow classmate of mine would do. I had come too far already to falter in the clutch. There had to be someone. And I was going to find her.
Where though? Where would we then work our certain magic on Miss Welker? Me and whoever. Would we dare try doing so in Miss Welker’s classroom after school one day? That seemed to me to the most logical place.
And what would we even do once we had joined Miss Welker in there? Me and whoever. What could we do right off the bat to show Miss Welker that we were serious about things? Maybe strip ourselves naked in-tandem together? That would surely be one way to capture Miss Welker’s attention.
But would she take the bait? Would Miss Welker then strip nude herself at the sight of me and whoever standing there nude ourselves in front of her? Might she thank us for showing her the sight of our naked bodies together by showing both of us her naked body in return?
Underneath my covers, I then sent my free hand down alongside my other still giving pleasure to my clit. Then with one long slow push, I slid the full length of my middle finger up inside my tight eighteen-year-old virgin pussy.
My hymen-free pussy that is. That certain barrier of mine had long since tore away due to all the stretching involved with keeping myself in tip-top shape for the tennis court. Hence my ability to finger myself whenever the mood might strike despite my still being unspoiled as it were.
Then stimulating my clit and g-spot in unison together, I couldn’t help but wonder what me and whoever should do if we did manage to charm Miss Welker out of her clothes by first getting naked ourselves.
Should we maybe masturbate a little bit first? Would Miss Welker enjoy seeing that? Me and whoever jilling ourselves in-tandem right in front of her? Would she then be able to resist the temptation to start masturbating herself to that certain sight? Might we all three then wind up pleasuring ourselves together in some type of girls-only group masturbation session? Maybe even eventually taking things down to the floor there in Miss Welker’s classroom to lay in row side-by-side by-side while seeing to our certain needs in unison together?
By then once again giving my clit a two-fingered massage while making my other certain finger wiggle all around deep inside of my vagina, I couldn’t help but wonder what me and whoever should do then after encouraging Miss Welker to masturbate herself to the sight of us already doing likewise ourselves.
Should she and I maybe move to start kissing one another while also still pleasuring ourselves? Would Miss Welker like seeing that? Maybe even to the point that she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to start fingering herself to that certain sight? And maybe even while using multiple fingers at once? And maybe even using those multiple fingers to give it to herself nice and hard? And might Miss Welker possibly even wind up finger-banging herself to the point of orgasm at the sight of me and whoever making out with each other while laying side-by-side and masturbating together?
“Miss Welker!” I was cumming once again. “Oh please Miss Welker!” My third time in only a matter of minutes. “I want you so bad Miss Welker!” And hard enough make my entire body spasm in a seizure of utter bliss while my juices were overflowing like lava from my virgin pussy.
TWO. (PART ONE)
I then spent a good portion of Spring Break thinking about who I could possibly try talking into helping me fulfill Miss Welker’s certain fantasy. I just didn’t get very far with things was all.
Having since decided to limit my list of potential candidates to the roughly forty girls in my graduating class, I first eliminated my five fellow Senior teammates on the tennis squad from consideration. But only because they were each like sisters to me by then. And I likewise eliminated from consideration the seven or eight Seniors on the girls’ basketball team. I could at least extend Miss Welker that certain curtesy afterall. Otherwise there was a certain attractiveness-quotient which eliminated a handful of other girls from contention as well. But of the twenty-five or so potential candidates which that left me with, I didn’t even know where to begin with starting to whittle down that list of mine any further from there.
School had since resumed following Spring Break before I was struck by a certain notion one day. The cheerleading squad was set to head off for a big meet that weekend so all of their members wore their cheerleading outfits to school that Friday. I guess it was supposed to be a show of solidarity or something. (Rah! Rah! Rah! Go Small Town High!)
I didn’t mind of course. Even though I had never viewed any of them specifically as objects of desire before, speaking strictly as a bi-girl, I had no objections at all to seeing about a dozen of my better-looking eighteen-year-old Senior classmates walking around school all day in their certain little outfits. And sometime after lunch that day it hit me…
Why not try my best to see if I could get one of those cheerleaders to assist me in making Miss Welker’s certain fantasy come true?
Just for starters, aside from maybe only two, they otherwise all passed mustard in terms of my attractiveness-quotient. And despite the fact that they could be a little cliquish as a group, I found them each to be at least personable in one-on-one type of situations. Plus I considered it bonus that I didn’t count any of them as close friends of mine but more just friendly acquaintances instead. Afterall, secrets are easier to keep when the two parties involved don’t run in the same social circle together.
And further wishing to avoid as many possible complications which might arise as a result of a what I was planning, I then eliminated from consideration the four or five cheerleaders who I had classes with that semester, the two who were dating my boyfriend’s two best friends and the one who worked on the Yearbook Committee with me. All of which left me with something like five possible candidates.
So why did I then focus my attention squarely on the one I’ll be henceforth referring to as ‘Laura?’ Easy. In addition to easily placing my top three when it came to my assessment of everyone’s looks on the cheerleading squad, Laura was the only one who I had yet to eliminate from contention who’s number I already had programmed into my phone.
It had to be done over the phone afterall. I just couldn’t picture myself having in-person the type of conversation required to try furthering my certain plan. Call me chicken if you will but being yelled at and hung up on would have been better than being slapped had things wound up going sideways on me somehow.
Laura and I had taken the same Social Studies class Sophomore Year where, towards the end of that semester, we were assigned to work on the same group-project together. Hence the reason that we had exchanged numbers with one another in the first place.
And despite my certain precautions, I really wasn’t terribly worried about Laura possibly getting upset with me over what I had to speak with her about. She always came across to me as being fairly laid back and never seemed to take offense to much of anything at all. Still though, she did have a boyfriend (a fellow Senior who played on the baseball team) so lest I give Laura the impression that I was under the assumption that she was secretly in the closet or something, I needed to be delicate when explaining to her everything related to my certain dealings with Miss Welker.
A brown-haired, green-eyed total cutie just in terms of her face, Laura was a couple of inches taller than myself (about five-foot-eight) while sporting a body surely shaped size-two same as also yours truly. And although she may not have been blessed with a tushy quite as shapely as mine, she did have me bested in the boobs department however. Not that Laura was quite in the same league as Miss Welker in that respect but it was obvious to me that she had since graduated to wearing C-cups by the time we were both Seniors. So taking into account her somewhat long pair of legs, decent-sized chest and overall skinny frame, needless to say that the sight Laura rocking her cheerleading outfit was truly a vision to behold. And it was just the icing on the cake that her face and mane of light-brown hair were both so attractive as well.
So I waited until the Wednesday following that big cheerleading meet when, around nine-o’clock that night, I plopped myself down on my bed and used my cell to call Laura. Then in her normally chipper tone of voice, she answered with, “Hey there Sally. What’s up?”
With my heart in my throat I’m not ashamed to admit, “Hey there yourself Laura,” I said. “Sorry to bug you like this but I have something to speak with you about if you could maybe spare me fifteen minutes of your time.”
Laughing at which, “I could actually use a break,” Laura replied. “Things aren’t exactly going well with this English paper I’m working on right now.”
Excellent then. I seemed to have caught her at a good time. But still not seeing the need to procrastinate before getting down to business, “I’m actually calling to talk to you about Miss Welker.” I then took a stab in the dark when, “You’ve had her for a teacher before right?”
“Yup,” Laura replied. “Sophomore Year. World History. She gave me a B-plus. Not bad for a ditzy cheerleader huh?”
It was my turn to laugh at that. “Not too shabby. Just don’t set the bar too high or you’ll make the rest of us look bad.”
“This paper I’m trying to write is kicking my butt if it’s any consolation,” Laura replied. “And it’s funny you should mention Miss Welker. I heard a rumor the other day that she and her boyfriend and set to be engaged. But only from the most dubious of sources of course.”
And I knew what she meant by that too. Certainly due to mostly Miss Welker’s age and exceptional good looks, speculation about her personal life was rampant throughout the hallways of our school. But I had the real scoop however. “What if I told you that I happen to know for a fact that Miss Welker isn’t one-hundred-percent totally straight?”
Seemingly unfazed, “I haven’t heard that one yet,” Laura replied. “I suppose by next week she’ll have dumped her boyfriend for some chick. You didn’t hear that from me though. Especially the part about that chick being a in biker gang.”
Ugh. Under normal circumstances I would have howled like a hyena at that. But I was trying to be serious dammit! So I fought off the urge to laugh and instead replied back, “And that’s not all. I also happen to know with one-hundred-percent certainty that Miss Welker has yet to be intimate with another girl even though she’s totally open to that idea.”
After a pause on her end, “Sure,” Laura said. “Okay. And which dubious source did you hear all of that from?”
No sense beating around the bush. “Straight from the horse’s mouth,” I replied. “And guess what else? She also told me that she wants to be enticed into having her first same-sex encounter by watching a pair of girls in-person doing the deed together until, you know, she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to join in herself. So I don’t suppose that I could interest you in helping me to make that wish of hers come true, huh?”
After at least fifteen seconds of dead silence on the line, “I think I know what’s going on here,” Laura finally said. “Who put you up to this? One of the other cheerleaders right?”
Ugh again. “I promise this isn’t some trick to get you to confess to being bi or something,” I replied. “Afterall, if you listened closely to what I just said, I pretty much just admitted to being so myself.”
Which marked the first time that I had ever made that certain confession to anyone. Aside from Miss Welker of course.
“Wait just a sec,” Laura said then. “Fully bi or, you know, just bi-curious?”
Nothing but pleased that Laura at least seemed interested in the topic at hand, “I haven’t technically slept with anyone yet, guy or girl,” I further admitted. “But I’m certainly open to the idea of sleeping with certain members of both sexes equally if you catch my drift.”
At least another fifteen seconds of dead silence passed between us at that. Then Laura actually chuckled and said, “Really Sally. You could have just come right out and asked if you want to sleep with me. There wasn’t any reason for you to drag Miss Welker into this.”
I pounced on that. “Precisely. No reason at all. Further proof that what I just told you about Miss Welker is all true.”
Although with an unmistakable hint of confusion in her voice, “I refuse to believe that Miss Welker confided such personal information in you,” Laura stated. “Why would she have done that in the first place?”
Pouncing again, “Because I first confessed to her that I consider myself to be fully bi,” I shot back. “It’s really quite a story if you’d like to hear it.”
But much to my utter dismay, “Not really,” Laura replied. “I still think this is all some kind of ruse. And I don’t feel like playing along.”
So I decided to try a different approach instead and explained to Laura about the certain elimination process that had lead me consider her specifically for what I was planning. Then I added, “See? Makes sense right? I promise that no one is putting me up to this.”
After another long pause from Laura’s end, “Your secret is safe with me I suppose,” she said. “But only because I can’t make heads or tails out of any of this. Now if you’ll please excuse me, I need to get back to work on my paper.”
And before I could reply, Laura ended the call.
Fuck. Back to square one it seemed.
Or maybe not on second thought. Something told me instead to simply wait things out for a while to see what might happen. Laura had at least seemed to show an interest in the exact nature of my sexuality afterall. It wasn’t much granted. But just enough to make me decide to give it maybe a week before setting my sights on someone else.
In the meantime, I again went panty-free under my lucky pair of jeans that Friday and happened by Miss Welker’s classroom after-hours to find her packing away her belongings for the day. Dressed also in a polo shirt over a sports-bra, I then positioned myself in the doorway and, “Have you heard the latest?” I announced. “There’s a rumor going around that you’ve dumped your boyfriend for a biker chick.”
Already shooting daggers at me with her eyes from where she was standing at her desk and rearranging the contents of her purse, “I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans today Sally,” she replied. “Really I’m not. So enter at your own risk.”
Which I not only did, but I also then closed Miss Welker’s classroom door behind me once I had stepped through the threshold.
Wearing a blouse and blazer to go along with a pleated ankle-lengthed skirt, Miss Welker then grabbed her cellphone from her desk and did something on it’s screen before she pointed it’s back-facing camera at and me and, “I’m recording you right now,” she declared. “Audio and video both. Sorry but I need to protect myself around you from now on.”
Which was smart of her I supposed. But I just shrugged off being filmed by Miss Welker and strolled over to where she was standing beside her desk and, “First off,” I said, “I wanted to give you a status update about where things stand with that quest you sent me on the last time we met like this.”
Clearly for the benefit of that video she was shooting, “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about Sally,” Miss Welker replied. “Everything you just said is all in your head.”
Ignoring which, “Things are coming along okay I guess,” I continued. “Trying to be so discrete with things is causing me a few problems however. Not to worry though. Something’s bound to break sooner or later.”
Comically loud, “I’m filming this right now to document the fact that Sally here has begun to speak suggestively in my presence.” Miss Welker stated. “I neither asked for this to happen nor have I indulged Sally in her obvious wish for me to speak as such back to her.”
After letting out a laugh at that outright lie, “Really I just wanted to swing by today to ask where you came up with the idea of that certain fantasy of yours in the first place,” I let Miss Welker know. “It’s killing me not knowing.”
Still pointing her phone at me, “Sally stop playing things up for the camera,” Miss Welker replied. “You and I both know that I would never confess any of my sexual fantasies to you.”
I suddenly smelled a rat. “Let me guess. Is the part of the show where I attempt to ruin your video by removing my clothes?”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Miss Welker continued with her narration. “She thinks it’s okay to visit my classroom after-hours and speak to me like this.”
Thinking aloud, “Would you continue filming me though?” I asked. “Were I to put on a strip-tease show right now? Would you like to have such a video of me on your phone? Something like that might come in handy from time to time afterall.”
Silence was all I got in response as Miss Welker continued to film me.
“You would certainly have something major to hang over my head from now on,” I then tried to make her realize. “Heaven forbid you should post such a video of me anywhere on the web afterall. Anonymously of course. Who knows who might wind up seeing it. Talk about a possible source of embarrassment for me!”
But Miss Welker continued to film me in silence even then.
“And I would be placing a lot of trust in you to let you have such a video of me on your phone,” I declared. “So what would I get in from you in return?”
Miss Welker then used her free hand to click her phone off and, “You can’t be serious,” she declared. “That’s all just talk.”
Only it wasn’t. “Try me,” I declared. “Make me an offer I can’t refuse.”
After letting out a sigh and setting her phone back on desk, “Listen to me Sally,” Miss Welker said. “I let things get way too out of control the last time you paid me a visit like this. Now I can’t in good conscious allow for things to continue along those lines any longer. I’m sorry but this has to end.”
Undeterred however, “I played with myself like crazy once I got home that last time,” I replied. “I’m talking multiple instances of satisfaction here. And don’t lie. I’m sure that something of the sort also happened with you that afternoon too.”
After a long pause and barely above a whisper, “I plead the Fifth,” Miss Welker said.
There was never a doubt in my mind about it.
Suddenly overjoyed at Miss Welker’s certain admission, “Excellent then,” I declared. “A video of me stripping naked on your phone seems perfectly in order then. Afterall, if you’re to continue masturbating while thinking about me, best to have some visual stimulation featuring yours truly at the ready.”
Blushing by then I noticed, “Would really trust me with having something like that on my phone?” Miss Welker asked. “With your face in view and everything? Like you said afterall, I could truly embarrass you by leaking it to a porno site or something.”
Setting aside my feeling of delight at Miss Welker’s apparent willingness to go along with my certain idea, “Is that where you came up with that fantasy of yours at?” I asked. “Was it something you once saw in a porno or something?”
“Close but not quite,” Miss Welker admitted. “And there’s one of my rewards should you let me film you doing a strip-tease for me. I’ll tell you afterwards where exactly I got that idea for my fantasy at.”
So I thought the matter over and, “That’s nice for starters,” I decided. “What else?”
After casting a nervous glance over at her still-shut classroom door, Miss Welker then used her hands to undo the row of buttons affixed to the front of her blazer before she shrugged off that garment completely and tossed it onto her desk alongside her phone.
And still without a peep, she then unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom before she fully removed and tossed that garment too onto her desk.
Then only clad above the waist in another of her full-coverage, underwire-affixed bras, one coral in color that day, “Don’t even ask,” Miss Welker stated. “Time is going to be of the essence should someone come knocking. You’ll have to scramble off for the closet with your clothes while I’m trying to make myself look presentable again. And I don’t need to be fumbling around with my bra before putting my blouse and blazer back on as quickly as possible.”
If not physically, at least mentally rolling my eyes at that, “Any excuse to keep me from getting a look at those beauties in the flesh huh?”
“You’ve received my final offer now take it or leave it,” Miss Welker replied. “And besides. It’s not like you aren’t going to be further rewarded by having me wearing just a bra for a top while I’m filming you stripping off your clothes for me.”
And I knew what she meant by that too. If all went as planned, I would soon be graced with the sight of her nipples growing fully erect within the confines of her bra-cups. Still though…
“At least do me a favor and hike up your skirt for a second so I can see what kind of panties you’re wearing today.”
After thinking the matter over for a bit, “Only if you agree to everything else like we’ve decided upon already,” Miss Welker replied.
To which I replied back, “Only because I’m so dying to hear where you got that idea for your fantasy at in the first place.”
Then without a word, Miss Welker used both of her hands to gather up and hoist upwards the fabric of her skirt high enough to show me what I wanted to see.
All of which was a sight to behold. Standing nearly six feet tall, Miss Welker’s legs were just so long! And also so nice and toned as well thanks to all of her years spent running up and down basketball courts.
Further up, clinging to her slender pair of hips was a pair of full-coverage panties matching in color to that of her coral-hued bra. But what I loved seeing most of all was the outline of Miss Welker’s certain mound being put on display just so within the crotch of her panties.
Then in something of a surprise to me, still hiking up her skirt, Miss Welker spun on her heel-clad feet to show me also the sight of her ass wrapped nice and snug within those panties of hers. And although she may not have been built nearly as curvaceous back there as she was up top around front, it was plain for me to see through those panties’ fabric that her posterior was sculpted just as perfectly toned and taut as her long pair of legs.
Then letting her skirt fall back down into place before turning back around to face me once again, “I now have one more request after that,” Miss Welker offered. “It would be nice if your nipples were already stimulated in arousal by the time I’m filming you doing your thing.”
Laughing at which, “That’s on you Miss Welker,” I replied. “Do your best to somehow get their attention and we’ll see what happens.”
After thinking things over for a bit, Miss Welker leaned in close and whisperer in my ear…
“I couldn’t even wait until I got home to start touching myself after your last visit here. I was still driving home in my car when I did a bit of unzipping and began petting my you-know-what through the fabric of my panties. So needless to say that I was sopping wet by the time I pulled into my driveway and… well… I only made it as far as my living room couch before the urge to get down to business with myself was too much to overcome.”
And oh boy did that did the trick! I could feel how my nipples then peaked themselves to the point of maximum arousal within my bra under my shirt. And noticing so also herself once she had retreated a step backwards, “I thought you’d like that,” Miss Welker declared. “And I swear that it’s true.”
Unable to help myself, “I was more than likely already at home in my bed by the time you made it to your couch,” I let Miss Welker know. “And that’s where I wound up getting myself off three separate times thinking only of you.”
With a certain twinkle in her eye at that, “Only three times?” Miss Welker replied. “Amateur.”
Nearly floored by what Miss Welker seemed to be insinuating with that, “Maybe you should teach me sometime how to top my personal best of four,” I replied. “Teacher.”
Then crossing her arms underneath her prodigious bust, “Sorry not happening,” Miss Welker declared. “I’m drawing the line at either of us touching ourselves like that in one another’s presence. It’s bad enough that I’m allowing us to talk about how we commit that certain act in the first place.”
“While thinking about each other,” I added. “Don’t forget that part.”
With a sigh, “Duly noted,” Miss Welker replied. “But my certain ground rule still stands. No touching. Not even ourselves.”
Still satisfied with things however, “How then?” I inquired. “Any preferences for how I should put on this show you’re about to shoot with your phone? We need to make it extra special naughty if you’re going to be using it as inspiration to diddle yourself to.”
After then glancing around her classroom like she had never seen the place before, Miss Welker’s eyes went to her desk and, “Up there,” she declared. “Like you’re a real-life stripper using my desk as a substitute for the stage.”
Which was more than fine by me. So I first went about the task of removing my shoes and socks while Miss Welker went to her desk and moved her shirt and blouse over to her chair before picking up her phone.
Then as I moved to her desk myself and climbed aboard to stand atop it’s wooden surface, “Welcome to Miss Welker’s Strip Club,” I declared. “I would say don’t forget to tip your waitresses but it seems like they’ve all gone home for the night.”
Still only clad in her bra, skirt and panties underneath, Miss Welker moved to stand a couple of feet in front of her desk and, “Here at Miss Welker’s Strip Club,” she declared. “Sometimes the owner sends everyone but her favorite stripper home early so she can be on the receiving end of her own private show.”
“But only while using her phone to film the whole thing,” I added.
Right on cue, Miss Welker then pointed her phone’s back-facing camera at me, turned it on and said, “Go.”
Facing Miss Welker from where I was standing barefoot on top of her desk, I first started to move my hips from side to side while using my hands to caress my sides up and down. I then spun on my heels to do the same while pointing my jean-clad ass back at where I was being filmed.
Then doing my best to wag my tushy all around like a real-life stripper might do, I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside. Next I removed my bra and flung it too onto the floor.
After doing a certain bit of unzipping at that, still casting my ass in a blur of constant motion, I only let my jeans slide down my hips just enough to fully expose how I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. I then got my mane of hair involved in the act also by casting about my head to send my long red locks cascading all around above the place where I was continuing to gyrate my bare ass all around like a stripper.
For no less than a full minute like that. All for the benefit of the camera of course. Or rather all for the benefit of the woman holding said camera.
Then glancing back over my shoulder, I wasn’t surprised in the least when I saw how Miss Welker’s nipples had since become fully aroused within the fabric of her bra. It again looked to me like her large breasts had sprouted a pair of marbles in there. Otherwise she almost looked stoic standing there in her bra and skirt while filming me up on her desk doing my thing.
Again looking forward and tossing around my mane of hair while casting about my ass in a blur of constant motion, I then used my hands to lower my jeans down further until they fell down the length of my legs where I kicked them also onto to the floor.
Then completely naked, I did some actual twerking for the camera while still doing my thing with my hair. I was hoping it would wind up being one of Miss Welker’s favorite parts of the video we were making.
Finally coming completely to rest, just because I could, I used one of my hands to cover my privates before I spun around to face Miss Welker. Then naked despite the fact that I was playing peek-a-boo with my pussy, my dark-pink nipples were still standing at full attention upon my pair of B-cups the same as they had been since Miss Welker had shared her certain secret with me.
Still being a bit of a tease by refusing to move my hand from my crotch, I then went to my knees atop of Miss Welker’s desk and shimmied my torso to and fro to make my boobs do a bit of a dance out in front of my chest. And unless I was mistaken, Miss Welker’s marble-sized nipples then appeared to start throbbing within their respective bra-cups at that.
The sight of which encouraged me to expose myself to Miss Welker in the most graphic manner possible. In a blur of motion, I then spun around on my knees went down on all fours with my legs spread wide to put on full display for Miss Welker to see (and film) the mound of my red-haired pussy to go along with also my ass-cheeks being held wide apart. A view of my two separate entrances to both of my certain holes in other words.
Then as I began to wag my entire posterior from side to side in a slow and steady rhythm, I also cast around my head to put my face in the shot as well. Miss Welker’s shot of me from behind, in the nude, atop of her desk, down on all fours, with the totality of my nether region in view while I was tick-tocking my hips from side to side.
Which Miss Welker filmed for maybe thirty seconds before she used her free hand to click off her phone’s camera and, “I think that’s enough,” she declared.
Although I brought my hips to rest at that, I still held my certain pose while looking back at Miss Welker as, “Why wait until you’re in your car today before you start teasing yourself?” I purred out. “You know you’re all amped right now. Your nipples are broadcasting that fact loud and clear.”
Despite the fact that Miss Welker then remained silent for just a bit in obvious contemplation, “Can’t do it,” she decided. “Sorry. This has gone far enough already. Now hurry up and get back dressed while I’m doing the same.”
A bit disappointed maybe, I spun around and moved to sit at the edge of the desk facing Miss Welker before crossing my legs in a mock show of modesty. But I was still pointing my exposed and fully-aroused pair of nipples at her as I said, “I won’t push the issue any further so long as you keep your promise and tell me that thing I really want to know.”
After agreeing to which, Miss Welker strut off in the direction of her chair and asked, “Have you ever heard of a website called Literotica?”
I honestly had not.
Then as I scooted off her desk and went about the process of trying to relocate all of my various articles of clothing, Miss Welker gave me a brief description about all things Literotica and, “Sue me,” she added. “I’m an avid reader.”
Having since gathered my clothes together but still in the process of redressing myself, “I think I get the picture,” I said. “But why were you reading a story about lesbian seduction in the first place if nothing of the sort ever did it for you?”
By then having clad herself again in her blouse and blazer, “That’s just the thing,” Miss Welker replied. “I wasn’t. It was something of an unexpected subplot in an otherwise guy-on-girl type of story.”
I then finished getting dressed and walked right over to Miss Welker and said, “I want all the stormy details.”
With a smile, “The story was mostly about this hook-up that took place between a guy and a girl at a wedding reception,” Miss Welker explained. “But there was a subplot involving these two lesbian bridesmaids who decided it would be fun to try roping in a third for a little adventure. And they even went after this one certain other bridesmaid in particular because they knew she had never been with another girl before.”
Understanding everything perfectly clear by then, “Hot,” I replied. “And even hotter knowing that you surely got yourself off while reading what came next in that story.”
Shaking her head in a show of bewilderment, “In a total surprise to me,” Miss Welker admitted. “So I guess you could say that I’ve been enamored at the thought of being that third bridesmaid ever since.”
“I’m working on that for you,” I declared.
I then spun on my heels and made my way off for the door while putting as much motion as I could manage through my jean-clad ass.
“Sally please!” Miss Welker cried out. “Let’s keep this just between you and me!”
Without a glance backwards, “Be careful with that video now!” I called out in reply. “Hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed those bridesmaids!” Then I opened the door and made my way off into the hallway beyond.
And I couldn’t resist the urge to follow Miss Welker’s certain lead with things when I unzipped my jeans shortly after I had pulled my car onto the road for my trip home. Which I spent gently touching myself every here and there to make sure that I was nice and wet by the time I was pulling into my driveway. And needless to say, I had already since decided to spend the rest of that afternoon trying to see if I could best my personal record of making myself cum four times in a row.
Soon naked in bed under my covers, I finally started to give my clit the kind of attention it was begging for by then by stroking it’s swollen little node rather roughly with the pad of my middle finger to, at least at first, just the mental image of Miss Welker’s nipples standing at full attention for me within the confines her bra.
And I loved how she had hiked up her skirt to let me see the panties she was wearing too. And the way had then spun around to show me that sight from and back both. Including the outline of her taut little ass wrapped nice snug with her panties’ fabric. And also the outline of her pubic mound as well.
“Miss Welker!” I couldn’t believe I had cum so quick. “Oh Miss Welker!” And with plenty of force as that.
Still being fairly aggressive with my certain bit of petting, my thoughts then shifted to how Miss Welker was probably at home herself by then and watching that video she had shot of me on her phone. And surely masturbating while looking at it too. While I was masturbating myself at the exact same time to thoughts involving her. Thoughts of Miss Welker playing with herself to the point of giving herself multiple orgasms while watching that video she made of me stripping naked on top of her desk.
“Miss Welker!” Number two. “Oh fuck Miss Welker!” And quite a doozey of a release at that.
By then hell-bent on rubbing my clit raw, I was struck by how erotic I found it to be that Miss Welker had stumbled into her certain little fantasy by accident like she had. Just for one thing, who would have guessed that the otherwise unassuming high school history teacher and basketball coach was into reading erotic stories online? But what I loved most of all was knowing that she had gotten herself off after becoming unexpectedly aroused when a lesbian scene popped up in the middle of an otherwise heterosexual story she was reading. A lesbian scene involving a threesome between bridesmaids at a wedding reception.
“Miss Welker!” Number three. “Kinky Miss Welker!” My inner-thighs had since become completely coated in a sheen of my certain juices.
I then gave my clit a well-deserved break and instead slid the full length of my middle finger up inside my soaking wet pussy. Then as I made that digit wiggle all around in my tight virgin tunnel to activate my g-spot, I thought instead of what might happen if I was able to somehow convince Laura to help me make Miss Welker’s certain fantasy come true. I was convinced that just watching me and Laura make out would be enough to make Miss Welker nice and wet for us both.
“Miss Welker!” Number four. “Miss Welker!” And easily my most intense one yet. “Miss Welker!”
Intense enough that I would have certainly called it quits at that under normal circumstances. But bound and determined to break my certain record, I left my one middle finger buried in my pussy and moved the pad of my other middle finger to the flesh of my clit.
Then engaging in both vaginal and clitoral masturbation at the exact same time, I fantasized about Laura and I stripping ourselves completely naked while still making out with Miss Welker looking on. I was certain that the sight of which would encourage Miss Welker to strip herself naked as well. And from there she would certainly be ours for the taking.
“Miss Welker!” Number five. “”Miss Welker!” A new personal best for me. “Miss Welker!” And easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. “Oh fuck Miss Welker!”
Fully satiated, I then passed out from exhaustion.