Parallax

Miss Blount steered her ex-student down a small hallway into her bedroom. The room's interior was a confounding space which looked both feminine and masculine at the same time. A couple old college pennants were hung neatly over a dresser cluttered with several old sports trophies. The girl caught a fleeting glimpse of a small pile of stuffed animals lying on top of the hastily made bed. Miss Blount tossed these one by one onto the floor in the general direction of a tennis racket that was propped against a gym bag near the closet door.

"Excuse the messy room...wasn't expecting any guests." Velma muttered sheepishly. "But if you don't mind though...I'd still like a little light in here."

Shari had barely any time to ask her ex-teacher what she meant by that, or take in the rest of the bedroom. Velma quickly switched off the light and pulled the door in so it was halfway closed. The bright light emanating from the hallway proved sufficient to give Velma enough of an eyeful of the (obviously) anxious teen while ensuring that the sweet young thing wouldn't be too scared off by what was about to come next.

"Shari, come here." Velma took the girl in her arms, tenderly embracing her. The strapping butch audibly sighed when their mouths met to share another kiss. Shari's lips, so soft and full, tasted faintly of tart cherry lip gloss. Most of the girls in Velma's classes wore some kind of lip gloss, usually the flavored kind sold at Woolworth's or one of the stores over at the Harmony Heights Mall. Velma had confiscated her fair share of Kissing Potions and little Avon novelty containers, usually with a stern warning to the offender. "We're at school, not filming an episode of Peyton Place!" she'd snap.

But we're not at school now, are we? Not anymore.

Velma stroked the girl's hair, admiring the torrents of lovely light blond locks, and a familiar scent bloomed around her. An image of Hayley Rundle flashed in her mind's eye, and she winced, banishing the thought. A beguiling fragrance of vetiver and sandalwood mingled with neroli and rose, like one of the perfumes sold in the drugstores downtown. Velma buried her face in those thick perfumed locks and drew a deep breath. Shari was no Hayley Rundle, that's for sure. Shari is younger, prettier, and...still here.

And Velma was not about to let her go.

Poor Shari! She was apprehensive; unsure of how to process this flood of strange new feelings. She suspected her former teacher harbored some feelings for her. But she certainly would've never guessed that Miss Blount would really act on those feelings. Her body trembled in the gym teacher's embrace. Her knees buckled and her legs felt like two pillars of squishy gel. Shari's mouth opened, and a few choking sobs erupted from her throat. She tried her best to stay calm, but that intense throbbing sensation overwhelmed her. She was afraid she might black out at any minute! Miss Blount pulled away from her ex-student and gently lifted her chin up to meet her gaze in the dim light.

"You're so beautiful, honey." Velma softly mused. "How did a rough old tomboy like me get so lucky?"

Shari said nothing. What could she say? Another intense thrill surged through her body from the space between her legs when Velma's compliment reached her ears. The voice, still gruff, was rent with repressed desire. Shari's eyelids fluttered and closed when the old dyke's hands moved up and down along her back, tracing along her spine. The contact, though firm, comforted the girl. Shari reached up and dashed at her face, wiping away the remnant moisture from earlier. She looked away to the side, not wanting to make eye contact because she really didn't know what to say or do.

Velma interpreted the girl's silence for disgust, but she was mistaken. Shari was simply disoriented and inexperienced. The desire she harbored so long for her gym teacher metastasized into a crippling mixture of confusion and nerves, and she was overcome. The girl shifted from side to side; a dazed expression on her face. Suddenly, her body felt incredibly feeble. She was about to collapse, but the towering gym teacher caught her.

"Easy, little lady." Velma said softly as she steadied the nervous young girl. "Do you want me to stop? Because if you do, I'll understand."

Miss Blount's voice, though reassuring, sounded a little breathless. It registered a hint of resigned disappointment, anticipating the girl's rejection. No one knew rejection better than Velma Blount. Another image of Hayley Rundle flashed in the butch woman's eye. The look of disgust was evident as the young book store clerk scrambled back into her clothes and out of Jude Horst's house that fateful night. But with every setback, Wilmer Blount's advice and example resonated:Stay busy.

And busy she stayed. Velma devoted every ounce of her energy and life to teaching and coaching. This was driven mainly by her desire to not attract any unwanted attention from nosy students and their busy body parents. Most of them knew what she was anyway. But they tolerated her, and her life, so far, has been fairly comfortable. If the loneliness got to be too much, there were other women, even fellow teachers, like her out there. But so far, the only other women she knew who were like her also looked like her as well.

Velma simply wasn't attracted to other butch women. All her life, she preferred femmes. Velma had always been known as a dominant and aggressive sort of woman; always drawn to the sort of women she knew she couldn't have. She desired (actually coveted) the innocent, somewhat shy young ladies who were gorgeous to look at, but manage to also be intelligent, witty, and thoughtful. Shari Keefer had her moments in class, but she could be funny, witty, and smart when she wanted to be. And unlike Hayley Rundle, there was no man in the picture.

Not that she knew of.

Shari stood there, squirming in Velma's embrace. The gym teacher's voice sent the strongest shrill sensations coursing through the girl's body. Her breasts felt so tight and tender from the longing she had for her teacher. Velma's icy blue eyes zeroed in on the sight of the girl's little nipples casting an unmistakable impression through the light fabric of her sundress. Shari stared down at her feet, trying hard to avoid making eye contact with her teacher. She could hardly believe any of this was happening--and so fast! Teachers just didn't do things like this with their students...did they?

"Please...don't stop, Velma..." Came Shari's muttered plea. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and the old dyke had to strain to hear her.

Tears brimmed up in Shari's eyes again, and she sucked in another hitching breath. The sound of her quiet sobs sent scintillating shockwaves of throbbing sensation through Velma's core. A thrill pierced the butch woman's crotch like the charmed tip of Cupid's arrow, and she winced, struggling to center her thoughts. She drew in a large breath and held it for a moment before brushing Shari's long blond locks aside. Gently, she wiped the remaining tears from Shari's face with her fingers and planted a soft kiss on the girl's brow.

"Shari, honey, listen to me...am I going to be your first? I know that you've gone out with a few of the boys in your class before. Don't be afraid to tell me...it's nothing to be ashamed of."

Shari managed to reply with a weak nod before sobbing louder. She wrapped her arms around the towering woman's slender waist, pressing her tear-streaked face against her body.

"I--I'm a virgin...I've made out with Scott a few times, and Frank Larson, but...I've never had sex with anyone before!"

Just about all of Shari's friends were having sex--at least as far as she knew they were. Since her freshman year, Shari never had trouble getting dates. She'd gone to Prom with Keith Friberg, president of the senior class. They kissed, but she didn't make out with him or anything. Shari never felt the same about guys as her friends did. No matter how nice or good looking they were, she just wasn't interested. It never really bothered her though, and she always did her best to hide her true feelings.

Still there were times before, and after, gym class, when her eyes wandered the locker room. She always did her best to mind her own business, getting in and out, of her gym suit as fast as she could. And in the chaos, her wandering eyes were bombarded with the sight of the other girls in various stages of undress.

And then sometimes she'd hear the pounding of a fist against the metal lockers, or the sound of a gym whistle announcing the presence of Miss Lusby or Mrs. Horton with impotent threats of a gym make up or after school detention for anyone dawdling or engaging in horseplay that might make them late to their next class. But every now and then, Shari remembered Miss Blount making her ominous presence known. And if she saw the prodigious gym teacher, she'd stare, and then her eye wasn't the only thing that wandered...

"Oh, God...you must hate me so much right now!"

Shari blurted the declaration out while still trying to avoid Velma's gaze. Her face flamed with uncomfortable heat.Why did I just say that?

"Oh, Shari, why would I hate you?" Velma sighed. "Don't be silly." Another thrill blasted her center and surged through her core.Oh, my goodness, she thought.My sweet little angel has been so innocent! From the moment they shared their first kiss, Velma knew that the girl was very inexperienced. But actually hearing the lovely teen confirm, and confess, her suspicion, fueled her desire even more.

Like many of her classmates, Shari often took delight in trying the gym teacher's patience. But during better circumstances, Velma quickly developed a liking and attachment to her student. There is something very special and sacred about Shari Keefer. In this moment, Velma sensed that this girl was going to be different from all the others she'd known before. That first kiss they shared, though floundering and tentative, was raw and real. Velma sensed that Shari was sincere, unlike Hayley. And in this moment, Velma wanted nothing more than to take care of this innocent girl and protect her.

"Are you sure about this, honey? I--I just need to know..." Velma asked.

The butch woman's mouth stretched, forming a slash across her weathered face. Her lips quivered now. She steeled herself against possible rejection, body stiffening. Maybe it was the way this girl looked so afraid yet trusting of her. Maybe it was the unexpected declaration of her innocence. Either way, Velma Blount wanted this girl more than ever. She prayed Shari wouldn't change her mind now. Not when they've come this far.

"Yes, Velma...I'm sure." Shari replied after several awkward seconds of silence. "I didn't want to tell you this before, but I kind of had a crush on you for the longest time. I was hoping that maybe you'd get it, but...I'm just really nervous."

Velma expelled a loud sigh of relief. She took the blond beauty in her strong arms and whispered in her ear. "Well then, I don't mind saying that I've had quite a crush on you too. But don't worry, honey. I'm a gentle giant...I'll ease you into it, okay?"

Shari's mouth fell open and a shocked little noise escaped her when she felt Velma's mouth against her neck. Her heartbeat thrummed loudly in her ears while the towering butch kissed the space beneath her ear and along her throat. She slowly moved up until their mouths met again, kissing deeply and urgently. The blond beauty was blushing when after several minutes, they pulled away from each other.

"I know you graduated, and you're probably pretty sick of high school, but...would you mind letting me be the teacher tonight, dear?"

"I don't mind, Miss Blount. I...don't really know what to do anyway." Shari said.

"That's okay, honey. We'll take things slow tonight and I'll show you...we'll do what makes us both feel good."

Before Shari had a chance to respond, she felt Velma's large hands closing over her shoulders, squeezing. The palms felt dry and a little rough. Shari shuddered, welcoming the contact.

"That's a very pretty little dress you're wearing, honey." Velma said. There was an obvious edge to her voice. "You keep wearing things like this, and you're going to give your old gym teacher a heart attack!"

The butch woman's hands retreated, going lower. "Ahh!" Shari gasped. Velma's hands closed over her small breasts, tenderly rubbing away the soreness of desire tormenting her since she arrived. The towering gym teacher kissed her beautiful young lover deeply, pausing occasionally to whisper words of reassurance in her ear. Now the old dyke grasped Shari's arms, steering her towards the bed.

"Stop right there--stop!" Velma commanded brusquely. "Now...hold still, honey...easy. Take a deep breath."

Triggered by another strident thrill emanating from her groin, Shari's knees buckled, and she faltered in her teacher's arms. Velma steadied the teen, coaxing her to straighten up, and her eyes fixated again on Shari's chest. The pert little breasts, twin B cup swells, heaved and trembled beneath the thin barrier of her sundress with each careful breath she took. She was delighted to see the girl's nipples still casting a sharp impression through the light fabric.

"You okay, honey?" The girl nodded. "Good...just breathe..."

Shari closed her eyes now, concentrating on the feel of Velma's large hand closing over first her left, then right, breast. In seconds, she surrendered completely to the sensation of another woman touching her, caressing her as a lover. Velma heard Shari's breath catch in her throat the moment her hands began to move upward to the girl's arms and shoulders. The nervous teen squealed in a mixture of shock and embarrassment when she felt Velma sliding the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms.

"Did I startle you, Shari berry? God, you're so beautiful!" Velma gave the girl's small shoulders another reassuring squeeze. "This feel okay, honey?"

"I--I...yesss..." Shari sighed. That shrill, almost painful throbbing between her legs was actually getting worse. Velma could tell that her ex-student was incredibly aroused and embarrassed by it at the same time.

"What you're feeling is perfectly natural, honey. Everything will be all right...just relax..."

Velma pulled Shari closer to her until they were embracing once again. "Here, come and sit down beside me." The towering older woman sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to her. Shari slowly sat down. "See, I don't bite." Velma softly teased. She put her arm around the girl, brushing her hair aside. "So bashful..." She turned Shari's face to meet her gaze, kissing her tenderly.

"Uh..." Shari gasped, flinching, when she felt a sudden brush of cool air across her chest. A second or two passed before her mind registered what was happening. The girl opened her eyes when she realized Velma was gently tugging the top of her sundress down to expose her breasts. Her cheeks flushed with new heat and she swallowed hard when shame compelled her to pull away from her former teacher. She tried crossing her arms over her chest to cover herself, but she fumbled miserably.

Velma was unfazed. From the looks of things, it seemed like she'd expected such a reaction. She put her arm around the girl and softly urged her to relax "Please don't be ashamed, honey. You're beautiful and I meant it. Uncross your arms..."

The skittish teen stiffened, refusing to budge. Velma reached out, gently taking Shari's wrists. "That's it...hands to your sides." Reluctantly, the girl relaxed, but her cheeks were on fire and her ears thrummed loudly. Shari hated herself right now--she was mortified! At school, she'd been used to changing in the girls' locker room before and after class. After a short while, it had simply become routine; something you had to do. But up until now, she never gave any serious thought to the possibility of someone as old and roughshod as Miss Blount seeing her naked.

"Lift up for me." Velma's command floated in Shari's ear, sending goosebumps down her arms and neck. She obeyed, bobbing up from the mattress edge long enough to allow Velma to slide her dress off the rest of the way. Velma bunched the thing in her hand and pitched it in the general direction of the closet, well out of reach.

Shari returned to the mattress wearing only her little floral print panties and sandals. Velma's frosty gaze admired the sight before her. Reticent young girl, cowed by her inexperience, and the presence of the formidable older butch. The idea fueled Velma's desire. She leered over her captive blond beauty. "You okay, honey?" Shari nodded almost imperceptibly. "Just relax...breathe." She reached for Shari, tentatively caressing her breasts in turn.

She closed her eyes and sighed. In seconds, her luscious little breasts were covered by the older woman's hands and mouth as she licked and sucked on those puffy little pink nipples. Velma gave the pert little mounds a tender squeeze, and the skin around Shari's ears prickled and she let loose with a soft groan of pleasure.

God, what lovely little tits, Velma thought.Perfect! She brushed her thin lips against those distended areolas and gently suckled first the left, then the right nipple. The old dyke couldn't help but notice that the girl's breasts barely filled the palms of her enormous hands. She realized then that she needed to go slowly and take care to be extra gentle with Shari. She didn't want to hurt her little blond angel.

"Hmmm...it's so hot in here, honey. I'm burning up!" Velma muttered softly between kisses.

Velma stopped what she was doing and reluctantly pulled away. Shari could see well enough in the darkness when her teacher stood beside the bed and started pulling off the faded old t-shirt she was wearing. The girl's lips parted, gasping, as she tried to avert her gaze.

She wasn't ready for this at all! Her eyes searched desperately around the dark shadows of the bedroom, not quite knowing where to look. This was the first time Shari had ever seen a woman as old as Miss Blount without a shirt! The towering gym teacher wasn't wearing a bra either! The house is air conditioned, but it was just too hot to wear a bra tonight. Besides, Velma wasn't going anywhere after her long run. She figured she'd just be spending another night alone in front of the television.

Without the t-shirt to obstruct her view, Shari noticed how utterly striking her gym teacher was to look at. Velma Blount had a runner's body. Her frame was very lean, almost gaunt, but powerful. She'd worked hard over decades of outdoor sports and vigorous aerobic activity to achieve the hard, athletic trim which suited her beautifully.

Though she was taller than average, Miss Blount really was well-proportioned with a rigid, flat abdomen, and not an ounce of fat to spare. Her fair skin, freckled in some places, was lightly tanned. Velma's breasts were little more than pallid little swells. Shari guessed they were A or B cup in size. The small areolas crinkled around plum nubs of flesh pointing at the girl like dousing rods. From the peripheral, Shari saw this, and her eyes followed.

"Miss Blount..." She let loose with another loud gasp. She wasn't sure at all what she'd expected to see. It was evident that she hadn't actually given it much thought until now.

"Speechless, huh? That's okay, honey. I'm a tough old bird. I'm pretty used to it."

Velma took a step forward. Slowly she went to her knees, kneeling in front of her gorgeous young companion. She carefully removed the sandals from the girl's dainty little feet, admiring the soft rose pink of her recently painted toenails. Shari watched in frozen wonder while the gym teacher kissed the tops of her bare feet and around her ankles, working slowly up those long coltish legs. Now Velma pushed the girl back against the mattress and kissed her deeply. Her large hands wandered freely, exploring the girl's bare flesh and palming her breasts. After a few minutes, Velma urged the girl to scoot up the mattress a bit. She coaxed the beautiful blond angel to spread her legs apart while she distributed her fiery hot kisses around the girl's creamy inner thighs.