The Teacher

"I...I'm sorry," I whispered. "I just...just had to try, I love you and..."

"Amy, I'm your teacher," she said softly.

"No, no you're not. Not anymore."

"Well...no," she paused for a moment. "Is this why you're dressed so differently today?"

"Yeah," I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. "I thought that you might...like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice you might...and now that I'm not a student anymore..." My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity was bleeding away.

It was quiet for a moment, Charlene's left hand was resting on my shoulder while her other hand cupped my cheek. She was silent. I had said everything, it was all out. I guessed that she was either simply processing everything I'd said, or she was waiting for me to pull myself together and leave.

It was so quiet, I didn't want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek, instead I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic 'oh dear what a shame' smile or an awkward 'how the fuck do I get rid of her' smile. It was a smile that gave me hope.

"Oh Amy, what am I going to do with you?" She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction of the classroom door then back to me, and then she put a finger under my chin and gently raised it until we were face to face again. I wondered what the hell was going on; nothing made much sense until...

"Listen, to me Amy." Charlene abandoned the soft tone and used her 'teacher' voice. It worked because I immediately looked up at her. "No matter what, you have to promise me, and I mean really promise me that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone."

('HOLY FUCK!!!')

"Amy?" She was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Miss," (shit!) "I mean, no, no I won't," I sounded ridiculous and felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a silly crush. Just to be sure she'd got the message I shook my head from side to side.

"Good," said Charlene, more to herself than me. "That's good."

My chin still rested on her finger and I was looking up at her. She turned to look at the door a final time, and then turned back to face me. She paused for a moment and just stared at me, I met her gaze for a moment, then the hand that had been under my chin circled round to the back of my head and, with all the tenderness in the world, pulled me towards her, the space between us was quickly closed and, for the second time today, our lips met each other.

Even when my lips were closing in on Charlene's I half expected things to go wrong but, happily, it seemed like smooth sailing for now. Her lips lightly touched mine with just a tiny amount pressure at first, as if we were introducing them to each other, but then our kisses got a little harder. I suddenly felt deeply erotic, especially when I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my lips and then, with a deftness that almost made me cry out, she worked her way between my lips and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman's tongue on mine.

Charlene was speeding things up now; her tongue danced around mine inside my mouth while she ran her fingers through my long hair. My inexperience began to show itself because I wasn't certain what to do with my hands, so I just copied what she was doing to me. Our kiss was becoming a little more passionate now; Charlene withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gently kissed her way down my chin before planting her wet lips on my neck. As soon as she did I made an involuntary noise.

"Mmmmm"

Charlene seemed to take encouragement from my vocalised approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and smooched her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, she stopped off to gently pull my earlobe between her teeth before dragging her lips along my jawbone and final back to my mouth. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of my life up to that point, my beautiful, and former, teacher savouring my taste.

While we kissed, I felt Charlene's hand softly touch my breast through the thin shirt, it wasn't long before I felt my nipples pushing against the fabric, and no doubt she could feel them as the palm of her hand brushed over them, I actually flinched in surprise when she did. I'd never had another person touch me like this and I was unprepared for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me with each new sensation.

"Is it ok for me to touch you like this?" She asked.

"Yes, yes of course. I didn't mean to flinch, it's all just...new to me," the second I said those words I regretted it! I'd never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn't have much time to dwell on it though.

"Good, don't worry," she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it. She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow again as Charlene undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The relief from the constant straining was wonderful but nowhere near as pleasurable as feeling Charlene's warm hand take hold of my left breast.

I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my virgin breasts, so much so that she immediately covered my mouth with her own. She continued to caress me as our lips met again; I'd never been so turned on in my life, my hands ran through her beautiful blonde hair and down her back over the silky material of her shirt, I wanted to touch her in the same way she was touching me but I guessed there would be time for that later, for now I enjoyed being the very centre of this beautiful woman's attention.

Her hand left my breast and moved lower, down over my bare stomach and then to the waistband of my little skirt.

"Is it ok for me to touch you here?" Charlene asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.

"Yes," I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. "Touch me anywhere." I did realise how slutty that might have sounded to her but at this point I was too far gone to care. My body was literally pulsing with energy; the pleasure had built up inside me like water builds up against a dam. I was aching for it to be released and it seemed that Charlene knew exactly how to release it.

As soon as I'd given her the 'go-ahead' Charlene slipped her hand under the waistband of my skirt. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy.

"MMMmmmm," my voice came without my consent. When I'd watched porn movies in the past I'd assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don't scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Charlene smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me. She looked so beautiful, so very....

"OOOhhhhh," I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Charlene's finger delicately slip inside me, she didn't force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Charlene expertly used her fingers to explore my centre, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again.

Suddenly, Charlene's fingers were gone and she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt.

"W..what's wrong? Did I do something?" My panic was clear in my voice.

"Shhh its ok Amy, stand up and sort your uniform out, have you still got the other skirt you was wearing earlier?" She asked. I could sense the panic in her voice too.

"Umm yea, in my bag," I said.

"Good, go and put it on quickly, it's almost 3.15 and there's meant to be people coming up to this room for a meeting!"

"Oh, shit," All at once I was relieved that I'd done nothing wrong, and scared shitless that we were going to be caught.

"Exactly," Charlene replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late. There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt back in the bag and quickly sat down on the chair I'd been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs again I knew my skirt had ridden up too far but there was no time. My tits were practically out save for two buttons and my skirt was essentially just a thick belt for now. I tried to adjust myself in that split second as best I could; Charlene was already sorted out and beautiful again.

That's when two other teachers stepped into the room, one was an overweight man in his forties wearing a brown suit and the other teacher was a woman in her fifties in very thick glasses, a green jumper and a pair of brown trousers. Essentially, Mr and Mrs 'ugly-as-fuck' had interrupted the most sensual moment in my life.

"Oh, Miss Rutherford, I'm sorry I'd forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Amy here," Charlene had slipped back into teacher mode quickly.

"I'm sorry Miss Sullivan; I didn't mean to take up your time." I said in the cutest voice I could manage. I turned towards the two intruders, "would you like me to leave?"

"Oh, no honey that's ok," the woman said. "We can leave this until tomorrow, it's nothing vital." I suddenly felt very guilty for my original assessment of her. "We'll see you tomorrow, Charlene."

"Ok, that's fine," Charlene answered. "Amy and I will finish up here soon anyway but we can do the meeting tomorrow." As the two people turned around to leave, Charlene briefly glanced at me and gave me a little wink; I almost came in my panties!

Charlene closed the door behind them and waited for a moment, and then she turned to me and burst out laughing!

"That was close," said Charlene between giggles. "Amy, we can't do this, not here but...if you like you could come home with me and..."

"Finish what we started?" I asked hopefully. It was a strange moment, we both knew what we were referring to, that we wanted to have sex, but neither of us seemed able to actually say it.

"Yea," she replied awkwardly. I wondered if it was starting to really sink in for her, that she was going to take home a girl who, only twenty minutes ago, was her legal pupil! It seemed like the more she thought about it, the more she was put off by the idea.

"Are you sure it's ok?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Yea...it is, I don't live to far away, do you want to come with me now? Or do you want to come later; it's only on Spearland Road (about a 20 minute walk from my house.) It's up to you because I assume you'll be expected back at home?" I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first I could get changed and freshen up, then tell my parents I was going to a friend's house.

"I guess I should go home first but..." I hesitated.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'm just a little worried that you might...change your mind later," I admitted.

"Oh, don't be silly," she said with a warm smile. I wondered if she had thought the same thing of me. "Get your things together and I'll drop you off."

Charlene took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet; we shared a quick kiss then got ready to leave. I took off the mini skirt and put the longer one on then zipped up my bag and got my coat on. Charlene grabbed her bag and threw her coat on.

"Let's go quickly, before the other teachers go to their cars," she said with an urgent tone.

We didn't say much during the walk through the school on the way to the car park; we walked briskly and didn't see anyone on the way. We quickly arrived and Charlene hurriedly unlocked the car and slid in, unlocking the passenger side door for me once inside. No sooner had I closed the door behind me and locked the seat belt in, we were moving out onto the street. I'd already told her where I lived and it was a short car journey.

We didn't talk about the coming night, or make any plans; much like in the classroom earlier we seemed to avoid saying anything too revealing.

"Drop me off here," I told her when we pulled on to my street. "I live a little further up but I don't think my parents should see us, I'm not ashamed of you but I don't want them ringing up school or anything."

"That's good thinking," she said as she brought the car to a halt. There was no-one around so I guessed most people were home by now. "Listen Amy, you've got my number, if you don't feel comfortable about anything give me a call."

"Yea...ok," I said. "If you change your mind or something..."

"Amy, I won't do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something," Charlene said earnestly. I know that I did want something to happen but, strangely, knowing that there was still an option took a lot of pressure on me.

"Ok, ok then," I said. "So, I guess I'll see you later Miss... ('FUCK'!!)...I mean, Charlene." I couldn't believe I'd slipped up again but Charlene seemed to find it funny.

"Yea, see you then," she said.

Charlene quickly scanned the street and then leant towards me, still with that wonderful smile on her lips, she reached out to me and cupped my cheek in her hand and guided me towards her. Then, right there in the car, Charlene slipped her tongue between my lips and covered my mouth with her own. We smooched as our tongues danced with each other in my mouth and then in hers, then all too soon she began to slowly withdraw, her lips were on my tongue and as she moved back they dragged along it.

Charlene gave me one final peck on the lips and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'll see you tonight then..."

The End (for now)