Shari Holds a Torch

Shari brushed an errant tear from her lovely porcelain face and did her best to crack a smile at her ex-gym teacher. The old dyke began to feel the stirrings of liquid courage well up inside her, urging her to do something. She moved in closer to the blond beauty and lifted the girl's small chin up to meet her admiring gaze.

"Shari...close your eyes for me."

Shari did as she was told immediately. Velma drew the girl's tear stained face closer until their lips brushed together. Miss Blount then kissed her student very slowly and sweetly at first. There was a hint of sensuality in their contact, but otherwise the kiss seemed innocent. From Shari's perspective, she was a little stunned, but she thought it was very nice. It was not that much different from kissing a boy like Scott Palmer. Now Velma placed her large hand on the back of Shari's head, palming it like she would a basketball. She caressed the young girl's face with her other hand as she kissed Shari more insistently.

The feel of Velma's lips was sinful; naughty and at the same time wonderful. Shari couldn't help herself. For the longest time, she dreamed of breaking this taboo. As they kissed, Shari slowly parted her lips, allowing the old dyke's tongue to enter. Velma's mouth tasted strongly of beer as her tongue explored the little angel's mouth. Shari felt her stomach drop, and she melted helplessly in Velma's arms as they continued to kiss. As they embraced, the girl's plump little breasts mashed and rubbed against the gym teacher's nearly flat chest.

They broke the kiss long enough for Velma to begin kissing Shari's slender neck, dragging her tongue across the girl's fair skin upwards to lick around her ear. Shari's taut little body was shaking, and she felt an unmistakable hot throbbing sensation between her slender thighs as she realized Velma's tongue was tracing along the delicate shell of her ear. Scott Palmer never kissed her this way when they'd gone on dates together. No boy had ever kissed her this way! Suddenly Shari grabbed Velma's homely face and pulled the old dyke's mouth to hers in an aggressive, almost desperate kiss. Velma slowly parted her lips so the girl could drive her little tongue deep inside.

After several minutes of this, the two pulled away from each other, trying to catch their breath. Shari wasn't sure where to look. She was trying to regain her composure. This is insane, she thought. Miss Blount is my gym teacher—at least she was my gym teacher! But every time she set eyes on the masculine giantess, her heart would race, and a very strange feeling always came over her...like vertigo. The idea of seducing Miss Blount crossed the girl's mind in the past few times she'd been in class. Just the thought of it was titillating! Shari could hardly believe that she was actually sitting there in her gym teacher's house right now...kissing her!

The onset of a crippling panic attack reared its ugly head when Shari realized how tight and swollen her little breasts felt under the otherwise light cotton fabric of her sundress. Jesus, it's so hot in here, she thought. Velma felt it too. A series of painful jolts of arousal shot through the gym teacher's body when Shari, in a fit of nerves, clutched the hem of her dress and accidentally exposed the pink floral panties she was wearing underneath to Velma's lustful gaze.

Velma managed for the moment to maintain her game face. It was fairly easy to do due to her imposing height and the huge age difference between her and the girl. And although Shari was no longer in high school, the student-teacher dynamic was still very much present. It afforded Velma an absolute dominance over Shari which felt unbelievably sexy. She firmly took the gorgeous 19-year-old by the arm and pulled her up from the sofa.

"Come with me."

Miss Blount commanded in a gruff, sharp voice meant to solidify her dominance and remind the girl that she alone is in charge. Shari seemed surprised, almost fearful, but she went along without any resistance. By then, Miss Blount guessed that her feelings toward Shari Keefer were definitely mutual.

Miss Blount guided 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 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 racquet that was lying on top of 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 respond to her ex-teacher 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 this beautiful angel while ensuring that the sweet young thing wouldn't be too scared off by what was sure to come.

Velma approached Shari and took the girl in her arms. A soft and deeply passionate sigh escaped the strapping gym teacher as she kissed her sweet young companion. She felt the moist soft fullness of Shari's lips and savored the faint cherry flavor of her lip gloss. She stroked the girl's hair and shamelessly buried her rugged face in those thick perfumed locks as they embraced. This was something she dreamed of doing when Shari was still her student. She thought about it several times in the past, often in the privacy of her bedroom late at night. She had no real intentions of doing it though—at least not until now.

Poor Shari! The blond beauty was unsure of how to process this flood of strange new feelings. Her body trembled in the gym teacher's embrace, and her legs suddenly felt like they were about to turn to jelly. A few choking sobs escaped her as she drew a long, ragged breath. She was trying 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 said softly. "How did a rough old tomboy like me get so lucky?"

Shari issued no reply. She shuddered noticeably at the sound of Velma's gruff voice which was now rent with repressed desire. The old dyke was rubbing the girl's back firmly in an attempt to reassure and comfort her. Shari brushed away another large tear and tried to look away because she didn't know what to say or do.

Velma mistakenly interpreted the girl's silence for disgust when it couldn't be further away from the truth. Shari Keefer was simply disoriented and inexperienced. The desire she held so long for her gym teacher morphed into a crippling mixture of confusion and nerves, and she was overwhelmed. She 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 sounded a little breathless. It registered a hint of resigned disappointment in anticipation of the girl's rejection. It's not that Velma wasn't used to rejection. The hardened masculine features of her face combined with her height and athleticism did more than enough to routinely scare off any romantic prospects in the past. But in the past, it didn't seem to bother Velma nearly as much. She simply devoted every ounce of her life to teaching and coaching. This was mainly driven by her desire to not attract any unwanted attention from nosy students and their parents. Besides, the only other women she knew of 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 the innocent, somewhat shy young ladies who were gorgeous to look at, but manage to also be intelligent, witty, and thoughtful. As annoying as Shari Keefer was sometimes during PE, Velma could not deny that this wry little angel possessed all of these perfect attributes.

Shari stood there, squirming in Velma's vise-like grip. 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..." Shari muttered softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and the old dyke had to strain to hear her.

Shari started crying again. The sound of her quiet sobs sent electric shockwaves of throbbing sensation through Velma's body, causing the older woman to wince. Shari was still visibly trembling and trying her best to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand. Velma brushed Shari's gorgeous blond locks aside before wiping the remaining tears away with her fingers. She 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. Now she was really scared!

"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!"

All of Shari's friends were having sex—at least as far as she knew they were. But Shari never felt the same about boys as her friends did no matter how nice or good looking they were. She was pretty good at hiding her true feelings though, especially when she did gym make-ups with Miss Blount or she was in the girls' locker room and she saw the other girls in various stages of undress.

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

Shari tried to avoid Velma's gaze. She was so ashamed! But Velma didn't hate the girl at all. As a matter of fact, she was pleasantly surprised by the confession. Oh, my goodness, Velma thought. My sweet little angel has been so innocent! From the moment they shared that first kiss, Velma strongly suspected that the girl was very inexperienced. And hearing it from her student's mouth seemed to fuel her desire.

Velma knew deep down that she cared for Shari more than anyone she's ever cared for her entire life. There is something very special and sacred about Shari Keefer. Velma sensed that this girl was going to be different from all the others she'd had before; faithful and sincere. Her kisses are the divine affirmation of raw emotion and the deepest most vulnerable love. 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 gym teacher's thin lips were trembling now. 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 whispered 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 was stopped abruptly from her tears by a burst of prickling erotic fire as Velma showered her neck with a flurry of slow deliberate kisses, working upward until their mouths met again in a deep, urgent kiss. The blond beauty was blushing when after several minutes, they pulled away from each other.

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

"No, Miss Blount." Shari softly replied. "I don't mind. I don't really know what to do anyway."

"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 roughened hands squeezing and caressing her shoulders. Her head felt foggy and the room seemed to be spinning as she gasped for breath.

"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."

Shari responded with another sharp gasp as 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 the shrillness that overwhelmed her sex, Shari nearly collapsed in the Amazon woman's arms. Velma faced the blond beauty and her eyes settled on her pert little breasts as they heaved and trembled with each careful breath she took. She was delighted to see the girl's nipples were still peeking through the light fabric of her dress.

Velma embraced her ex-student. Her large, slightly calloused hand closed over Shari's left breast, then the right, and in seconds, she began to surrender completely to the sensation. Velma heard the girl's breath catch in her throat the moment her hands began to move upward to Shari's bare arms and shoulders. The gorgeous blond 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.

"Easy, Shari berry...God, you're so beautiful!" Velma squeezed the girl's small shoulders again. "This feel okay, honey?"

"I—I...yesss..." Shari whispered. 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 drew 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, and they embraced while sharing several tender kisses. After a second or two, the girl's eyes sprang open and she flinched when she felt a sudden brush of cool air across her chest. She realized now that Velma was gently tugging the top of her sundress down to expose her breasts. Out of sheer instinct, the girl pulled away from her ex-teacher and crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. But Velma was unfazed.

From the looks of things, it seemed like she was expecting 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..."

For a few awkward seconds, Shari sat there, refusing to move. Then reluctantly, the girl relaxed her arms and suddenly her cheeks burned with shame. 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 roughshod as Miss Blount seeing her naked.

Velma gently took hold of the girl's small wrists and commanded her to keep her hands to her sides. The gym teacher urged Shari to lift up from the mattress while she slid the girl's dress off the rest of the way. She bunched it up in her hand and tossed it on the far side of the bedroom where it landed near the closet, well out of reach.

Shari sat there in front of her ex-teacher wearing only her little floral print panties and sandals. 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 those lovely little swells of flesh a tender squeeze, and the skin around Shari's ears prickled and a soft groan of pleasure escaped her lips.

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 blond beauty'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 this sweet little angel.

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

Miss Blount pulled away from her ex-student and stood in front of her while she pulled off that grubby looking old t-shirt she was wearing. Suddenly Shari's cheeks turned a vivid crimson and her entire body felt prickly and feverish. She wasn't ready for this at all! Her eyes searched desperately around the darkness 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 jog. She figured she'd be spending the 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. She was very lean, but powerful. Decades of outdoor sports and vigorous aerobic activity have given the Amazon woman a hard, athletic trim that suited her beautifully. Miss Blount was shockingly well-proportioned with a rigid, flat abdomen, and not an ounce of fat to spare. Her otherwise fair skin was lightly tanned, and her breasts were little more than pale little swells topped with fiercely erect nipples. Shari could barely take her eyes off the older woman.

"Miss Blount..." Another loud gasp of arousal escaped the girl's lips.

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

Velma slowly sank to her knees, kneeling in front of her gorgeous blond companion. She carefully removed the sandals from the girl's dainty little feet, admiring the soft rose pink of her perfectly 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 beautiful legs. Now Velma pushed the girl back against the mattress and kissed her deeply. Her large hands began to explore the girl's bare flesh, caressing her. 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.