Mitzi Seduces Mrs. Robinson

Finally, the bell broke through the quiet hum of the classroom and brought me back from my daydream about Saturday at Mitzi's apartment. The students looked as if they had been ejected from their seats, they were up so quickly, eager to be out of school for the day and onto some fun.

But Mitzi didn't move at the sound of the bell. She sat there, legs spread a bit too wide, blouse unbuttoned way too far, and waited as the classroom emptied. Finally, she rose casually from her seat and smiled again at me as she began to collect her things.

"Mitzi," I said, trying to make my voice sound as teacher-like as possible, "we need to talk. Would you mind staying for just a bit?"

"Sure, Mrs. Robertson." She certainly seemed a lot more relaxed about the whole situation than I, and that made me feel even more uncomfortable.

After the last student had exited, I turned to Mitzi, again making an attempt at my most professional demeanor. I had a mental argument with myself about whether I should close the classroom door, and decided it would be much better to leave it open. I hoped the open door would minimize the temptation I was feeling.

I sat down at my desk, knees demurely together and feet tucked slightly under my chair. I made sure that my full skirt was pulled down as far as it would go, which was just about to my knees. My conservative white blouse was buttoned all the way to my neck. I only wished I'd worn panty hose that morning, just to provide a bit more "insulation," but I had to be content being covered by my conservative cotton panties.

Mitzi stood beside my desk and looked at me with that open, eager expression that I had enjoyed so much this year. Her breasts were just about at my eye level as I sat there, an indication of her short stature. She was standing so close that I could smell that fruity aroma that intoxicated me so, particularly because it was mixed with her own natural, youthful scent. She was obviously very turned on by displaying herself to me in class the way she had.

"Mitzi," I said, trying not to look directly at her. "We need to talk about Saturday."

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Robertson, it was just wonderful!"

That wasn't the reaction I needed at that moment. "I'm not sure what came over me, but we simply can't let that happen again," I said in my most stern voice.

"What do you mean?" she whined her pretty childish face clouding up. "I don't want us to stop. We have just gotten started. There is so much more I want us to do. I have dreamed of this for so many months. You simply can't take it away now."

"Mitzi, I have to apologize to you for Saturday. I don't know what got into me. I've never done anything like that before... with anyone, let alone with a student."

"Wasn't I good enough?" she whispered. 'You didn't give me the chance to show you how good I can be. This isn't fair!"

Her eyes were filling with tears, and her shoulders slumped just a little.

"Oh, no! It's not that at all, dear. It was one of the most wonderful things I've EVER experienced." Just as the words flew out of my mouth, I was ready to bite my tongue. I never should have offered that kind of encouragement especially with that much emphasis.

"Then if it was so good, we definitely should do it again!" I love the logic of a teenage girl. Everything is so black and white, so simple with them. "And you SAID you love me! And I love you too!" I guess I had said it out loud after all.

"It's not that easy, Mitzi. You're a student. I'm a teacher. I have obligations to you. Professional obligations. Besides, I could lose my job over this. And what if your mother finds out?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson," she chirped reassuringly, "I'll keep your secret...our secret. I'll never get you in trouble. And besides, my Mom is much more understanding than you might think even if she found out. She would probably be proud of me and happy for us."

"That's not the point, Mitzi, although I do appreciate your keeping this just between us. It's just not right."

"I don't care." Mitzi pouted, her luscious lips pursed together into a little frown. "I want it. I want you and I could tell from Saturday and from the way you always look at me that you REALLY want me too. You have for months."

And with that, she moved a step closer to me and slowly raised the hem of her denim miniskirt. Higher and higher it went, until her little mound was in full view. I could smell that young sweetness...MMMmm. "Are you sure you don't want me anymore? I shaved just for you." she asked coyly, as she watched me intently, and followed my gaze downward to where it was fixed on her developing womanhood.

I stared for a moment at her puffy mound and my mouth went completely dry. I felt as if I was rooted into my chair. Never taking her eyes from mine, Mitzi began to touch herself, running her hand over her mound before slipping one finger just inside her fat opening. And then a second, spreading her lips apart and rubbing each side of her clitty.

"Stop it, Mitzi! It's not that I don't want you. I DO want you, but that's not the point!" I almost screamed at her. And then it occurred to me that the last thing I wanted to do was attract the attention of anyone who might be passing my

classroom. The halls were deserted of students by now, but there were always other teachers and custodial staff lurking around. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper and glanced nervously at the open door. "Please, Mitzi, this isn't anything to joke around about."

"I'm not joking, Mrs. Robertson," she replied. "I don't want us to stop. And I know you don't really want us to either. You just said that you DO want me."

And with that, she reached over and put her hand on my knee. It rested there only a second before she began to slowly slide my skirt upward, My nipples sprang to attention at her touch and little goose bumps formed on my leg when I felt her hand moving lightly up along the inside of my thigh. I was powerless to Mitzi.

"Besides, Mrs. Roberson, I didn't get to do anything for you on Saturday. And I really want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I know I can, you just have to give me the chance to show you."

"That's out of the question, Mitzi!" I protested even as my legs parted to receive her touch. "Especially here in school."

But she didn't seem to hear me, as she continued to slide her hand up farther, pressing forcefully upward when I made a last ditch feign at clamping my thighs together. I was already too aroused from watching her display her bare pussy to me for an hour, and the feel of her warm hand so close to my sex was just too much. My heart began to pound at the danger, the stupidity, of what we were doing. But any rational thought was easily overcome by the lust I was feeling for her at that moment.

Keeping the one hand in place between my legs, Mitzi reached with her other and pressed it against my breast. Even through the fabric of my bra, I'm sure she could tell how firm and erect my nipple was. Her fingers were tracing over the front panel of my panties, pressing them deeper into me, soaking them with my nectar.

She pressed herself closer to my chair and wedged her thighs between my knees and forced them farther and farther apart as she leaned toward me. As she bent down to kiss me, I could see completely inside her barely-buttoned blouse. Her breasts were straining against the half-cups they were resting in and I could clearly see all of her areolas over the top of the bra.

Then her face was close to mine and she was kissing me—eagerly, firmly, fully. Her tongue pressed itself inside my mouth and suddenly her hands were all over. My breasts, my pussy, my face. It was as if she was possessed. I didn't see how it was possible to be taken so aggressively but such a small young girl. The thought of what I had unleashed in her scared the hell out of me. She reminded me of the aggressiveness of a teenage boy groping his virgin girlfriend on their first date...only with much more finesse and confidence.

She dropped to her knees between my legs and began licking her way from my knees upward along my thighs. But she was not in the mood to tease and take her time. And I didn't want her to now. I could feel my climax building the minute she forced her hand between my legs, and I knew that one touch on my bare pussy would probably push me over the edge. Besides, the door to my classroom was still open and I knew that someone could pass by any minute.

Fortunately, my desk was in one corner of the room, so it was not in the direct line of sight from the hallway, and by now Mitzi had knelt down to the point that she was nearly concealed under the desk. But it was still frightening to realize that we could be discovered at any moment. I had no control over the juices flowing out of my pussy at this moment. But I was not about to stop things right then to get up and close the door. I was simply too close to an amazing orgasm!

Mitzi reached up underneath my skirt with both hands and grabbed for the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass from the chair and she pulled them down in one fluid motion. I scooted toward the edge of my chair to give her better access and immediately I felt her tongue on me. She was like an eager puppy, lapping at my dripping box. I'm not sure she even knew where my clit was. But the eagerness of her licks allowed her to find it in very few strokes and each lick sent an electric shock from the base of my spine, through my nipples and back again to my cunt.

Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway! I froze and grabbed Mitzi's head and held it still between my thighs. Or at least I tried to.

"You in there, Mrs. Robertson?" It was the custodian!

"Yes, it's just me, Mr. Wilson," I croaked. I know my voice had to sound incredibly strange. It didn't help that Mitzi continued to run the tip of her tongue along my crease and in and out of my cunt as deeply and as fast as she could despite my best efforts to hold her still. I swear her tongue felt harder than Dave's dick and twice as big!

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," I almost laughed at the double meaning of that statement, "just gathering up a few things before I go home."

I was hoping he wouldn't stick his head all the way in my room and see the look on my face. I'd be busted for sure.

"All right, then, I'll be back to clean in a few minutes when you're gone."

"Mr. Wilson, would you mind pushing my door shut?" It was all I could do to get those last few words out.

"Sure thing, ma'am." The sound of the closing door was probably the sweetest thing I'd ever heard.

I breathed an immense sigh of relief and I felt the strength drain out of my body. Sensing an opening, Mitzi forced her tongue farther inside and began to lap at my inner folds. That was too much. My body exploded. Lights flashed. Every muscle in my body tensed and then went slack as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Her tongue lapped from my asshole all the way back up to my clitty and with each lick her tongue flattened out and cupped as if she were filling it with every drop of my liquid, which was quite substantial. I think she not only drained my pussy but my bladder as well! How did a girl this young get this good at pleasuring another woman? She about has me convinced that maybe I am not the first woman she has ever made love to.

The combination of danger, forbidden fruit, and sheer physical sensation combined to make it the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

When I finally came down from that incredible climax, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mitzi sitting there at my feet with her knees tucked under her. Her head was resting against my leg, and she was staring at me with those big brown doe eyes. She had a very self-satisfied smile on her face that told me she knew exactly how much I'd enjoyed what she did to me. But the thing that really got to me was that almost her entire face was slick and shiny with my juices. She had buried her pretty face in my pussy and refused to pull away until she made me cum. And the results were there on her face and all down the front of her sheer blouse for all to see. Her wet blouse now completely transparent. I think she wanted people to see. She was proud of her accomplishment.

I reached down and took her by the shoulders, pulling her upward and toward me. She was standing again, there

between my knees, and I took her face in my hands and brought her mouth to mine. "Thank you, Mitzi," I whispered softly and then I kissed her full on the mouth. Kissed her like a lover. Kissed her hungrily. And she returned every one of those kisses. I tried to lick all of my juices off of her face and share them with her. It was a totally sensuous moment.

"See," she giggled when I finally released her lips for a few seconds. "I told you we shouldn't stop."

"Oh, but Mitzi, we must stop. This just isn't right, and it's going to have an unhappy ending."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson, no one will ever know. And don't forget, my mother is away every other weekend. We

can have the apartment to ourselves for the whole weekend. And besides, after I finish this course, it won't matter who knows anyway. I won't be your student anymore, and besides, I'm an adult too! We can tell everybody how much we love each other then. It won't have to be a secret anymore."

With that, Mitzi smiled that wonderful smile, and turned toward my classroom door without even re-buttoning her blouse or putting her jacket back on, her face and blouse still wet and slick with my juices.

"No, Mitzi, I can't..."

But she was already out the door. Either she didn't hear what I'd said, or she chose to ignore me.

My heart was still racing from the excitement and danger of driving around town with nothing on but my short little top, which quite frankly did little to cover anything it was supposed to. My pussy ached with arousal. The quick orgasm I'd managed at that light a little ways back helped some. But my need was growing again as I wondered, dreaded what might lie ahead of me that day.

I glanced down at the printed copy of an email between my bare legs—a paper now smeared with the nectar from my arousal—and reread the address that Mitzi had sent me that morning. 5252 West Clemmonsville Road, it read. I was familiar with the area, a nice middle-class average neighborhood on the southwest side of town.

I ran my fingers through my long, dark hair, trying to brush it back from my face a little. "Shit," I muttered under my breath when I realized that I'd just massaged some of my pussy juice into my hair. As if I didn't smell enough like fucking already. "Well, I guess I'll just smell like a whore until I can get a shower," I thought to myself.

I made a left turn at West Clemmonsville Rd and eased my small red compact down the block, looking from one side of the street to the other, trying to locate number 5252. The street was lined by neat yards with a good number of mature trees, some so big that they blocked my view of the house numbers until I was right in front.

A few children were playing along the sidewalks, enjoying their freedom from school and the warm weather. But, generally, things were pretty quiet. It was mid-afternoon, and most of the parents were away at work. A lot of the younger kids were probably inside taking naps.

I was glad to see that not too many people were around because my instructions were clear. I had been ordered to park in the driveway of 5252 West Clemmonsville Rd, walk to the front door, ring the bell, and wait. That's all Mitzi told me. To wait. I assumed someone would open the door and be expecting me. But who would it be?

Oh yes, and there is that little matter of my being naked from the waist down while I was making my way from the car to the porch. I hoped like hell that whoever was going to open the door would do it quickly.

Lost in thought over what I was about to do, I almost passed the house I was looking for and had to slam on the brakes. The tires squealed a little, and I tensed up, hoping that I hadn't called attention to myself. I pulled into the driveway, with my heart about to beat out of my chest. It was time to steel myself for the nearly-nude walk to the front door and for whatever was on the other side.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed two young women, probably babysitters, they looked way too young to be the mothers, walking slowly down the sidewalk following three kids riding small bicycles. Two of them were still using training wheels, so they were going quite slowly. I knew I certainly had to let them get well-past before trying to make it to the house.

I scooted myself low in the seat, hoping they wouldn't see me sitting there in the driveway and come up to ask if I needed some help or something. I hoped the kids would distract them. As my bottom slid lower in the seat, I left a wet trail of nectar on the soft leather, another reminder of what this afternoon was all about. Even in my state of apprehension, I was still so aroused that I couldn't keep from reaching down and touching myself yet again, gently as I waited for the people to pass by.

As I waited and played my fingers lightly along my swollen lips, I closed my eyes and thought back to how

I got here in the first place.

I was always exhausted the Saturday after school dismissed for the summer and usually ended up sleeping

until noon. But not this day. I'd slept only fitfully Friday night, to the point that Dave finally asked me if there was something bothering me. Of course I said no, and tried to be still, as I lay there thinking about everything that had gone on between Mitzi and me during the past week.

I still couldn't believe that I'd first seduced my own student, and then let her seduce me right in my classroom. I was on the verge of committing professional suicide and all I could think of was how sweet her young cunt tasted when I took her there in her apartment last Saturday, and how eagerly she returned the favor after school the following Monday.

My juices began to flow as I lay there and thought about her firm little body and those womanly breasts that she had developed during the nine months she was in my class. And most of all, I thought of how she had urged me to come to her apartment today while her mother was away. Her attitude was so cavalier and expectant...confident...assured.

"We can have almost the whole weekend together," she'd told me, and I could only imagine what we could do to each

other in that amount of time. But at the same time, my guilt about the whole thing was getting to be almost unbearable. I had to steel myself and stay away from that girl! I knew nothing good could possibly come from our relationship... except for how good my pussy felt when she lapped at it with her eager young tongue.

Little ribbons of light were beginning to filter in through the blinds on our bedroom window, and I had decided I might as well get up so as not to bother Dave's sleep any more. But about that time, he rolled over toward my side of the bed and draped his arm over my stomach. He was rousing a bit and that move usually meant he was going to be "frisky" in the morning.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the arm moved upward and his hand just "happened" to come to rest on my left

breast. Still, he was not fully awake, but we had things pretty much on automatic pilot when it came to sex after nearly 15 years of marriage.

I was sleeping in a long T shirt and panties and Dave was wearing nothing but his boxers. I glanced over at him, his eyes still closed but with a little half-smile forming on his lips, and it reminded me how much I loved him, and how much I needed to end this...this thing...I was having with Mitzi. And end it quickly.

By now, Dave had stopped feigning sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at me. It was a smile that always melted my heart, and I rolled toward him, put my face very close to his and whispered, "Do you know how much I love you, baby?" I followed it up with a big, wet kiss, pressing my lips to his and hungrily thrusting my tongue in his mouth.