Seducing Ginny
I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I would wear a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee length black or grey pleated skirt. Normally I would wear black school trousers and a baggy long sleeved white shirt, my long brunette hair tied in a ponytail which I’d shove down the back of my coat and very little make up. I thought I was an attractive young woman, so that would be all, it rarely took more than ten minutes for me to get dressed. Today was very different though.
It was in fact the last day of school and at 3pm that I would be a free woman. I was 18 years old and the last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Ginny Sullivan.
Being head over heels in love with Ginny presented a problem: she’s a woman and I didn’t know for sure if she liked girls although I did think that she might. About a year ago I’d seen her in the parking lot behind the school with an attractive woman. They were holding hands as they walked towards Ginny's car, then, just as she opened the car door, they actually kissed each other on the lips! It wasn’t a particularly long or intimate kiss, but it looked like there was quite a bit of feeling there.
Every day at school I’d listened to her beautiful voice as she called out the class register in a morning. During English classes I’d watch every movement she made, when she spoke to our class I would dreamily let her voice travel through me and focus on her lips, every little curve seemed to be intensely erotic to me, often the actual words escaped me and I rarely took notice of what she was actually saying.
Many nights I laid in my bed imagining kissing her smiling lips and running my fingers through her short blonde hair. I wanted to taste her mouth and feel her warm tongue rub against mine, I yearned to run my tongue over her beautiful lips, would she keep smiling while I did it? Would she give out a contented sigh if I kissed my way up her neck and pulled her tightly against my body, our breasts pushing together and my knee rising up between her thighs…?
I ditched my normal baggy long sleeved white shirt and chose a short sleeved shirt made from thinner fabric. It was a slightly smaller size ; when I buttoned it up it looked pretty good. I wanted to show off a bit of cleavage (my breasts are small) so I undid the top two buttons. As a result, the curves of my breasts were clearly visible, but my bra strap was standing out like a thick ridge running across my back. I discarded my bra. My nipples were jut visible, not enough to get into trouble. I rolled up the waistband of my knee-length skirt until it was essentially a mini skirt. The hemline was now mid-thigh and showed most of my legs; and it made me feel very sexy. I have pretty long legs and my skirt now showed off almost every inch of them and every little movement I made caused it to ride up a little higher. A pair of white panties finished the look.
I arrived in the home classroom and chose a seat where I would get an unobstructed view of the teacher and, more importantly, from her position she could see above and below the table, this meant she’d easily see both up my skirt and my breasts through my shirt. As I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up and stretched my legs out under the table. That’s when the door opened and Ginny walked into the room.
She’s around 5 feet and 11 inches tall; she was wearing a beautiful silky red shirt which clung to each curve as she moved. Her breasts seemed quite small. She also wore a long black skirt; at first I was quite disappointed as I’d hoped to see her legs. She has the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. I once saw her in a short gym skirt and I’d almost came in my panties. Today she went conservative, but then as she turned to face the class I saw that the skirt had quite a long slit up the right hand side, I got a brief flash of her exquisite thigh and my pussy immediately responded.
I watched her read out the names of each pupil, when it got to my name “Ellen Cotter” she said and turned to me and smiled that epic smile I loved so much. “Here,” I responded. As I looked at her I spread my legs just enough. I noticed her eyes ever-so slightly look down, I was certain she’d looked at my legs and could see my panties! Just knowing that she had wanted to look up my skirt made my head spin. Almost immediately after she’d read the last name on her list the bell went and everyone stood up and made their way out of the room.
I felt the hem of my skirt fall back around my knees as I slowly stood and made my way out, I glanced in her direction and I could feel my juices dampen my panties. She was sat with her legs crossed and the slit on the skirt had fallen away to the sides of her legs. I could see her bare legs right up to the tops of her thighs. Her head was turned away so I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bare skin. Eventually, she saw me standing there and smiled at me but did nothing to cover her thighs; actually, she turned toward me which pulled her skirt and exposed more of her thighs. I thought I caught a glimpse of her panties.
“You look nice today, Ellen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt. It’s very becoming” she said looking down at the hemline of my skirt. “If I had a figure and a pair of legs like you I’d want to show them off too.” I must have gone bright red; I wanted to tell her that she did, but the words wouldn’t come.
At lunchtime I sat in the large dining room with my friend Kylie as usual, but all I could think about was seducing Ginny. I daydreamed that after the bell rang and our classroom emptied, I would stand up in my tiny skirt and walk up to her. She reached for me and pulled me into a sensuous kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth. She reached around my waist and pulled my skirt up before sliding her hands down the back of my underwear to cup my buttocks. Then, she slid my panties down my legs, leaving my soaking wet panties around my thighs. Her hand glided over my clean shaven, and now fully exposed, pussy. Her fingers brushed against my slit, gently stroking up and down, with each stroke she pushed a little harder and then I would feel Ginny’s finger on my clitoris and …!
I was snapped back to reality by the din in the noisy dining room, which seemed much hotter than before. I don’t know how long I’d been lost in my fantasy but now I really could feel fingers on my pussy -- they were my own. Somehow, while I imagined Ginny’s fingers on my pussy, my hand slipped under the table and inside the waistband of my skirt and inside my panties. I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone had seen what I was doing. Kylie had her head turned away from me and was talking to some guy on the table next to ours. I was relieved to see nothing that indicated I had been watched and breathed a sigh of relief.
My hand was still down there and very wet, I slowly withdrew it while trying not to touch the now ultra-sensitive lips of my pussy. I just closed my thighs together and tensed up until the over-the-top reflex action gave way. My school bag was at my feet; I brought some spare panties and a sweater in case something happened and I needed to look respectable in a hurry, it also contained the pair of white knee socks I’d tried on that morning. I leaned down and unzipped my bag and dried my hand on the sweater. While I was leaning down I noticed my breasts; my nipples were straining against the thin shirt and poking through. Now, I wished I had worn a bra after all. I had to remove my wet panties and put on my spare pair; I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled, slightly raising my buttocks off the seat and off came my panties.
That’s when the bell rang and everyone stood up. Fuck.
My next class was in an open room with no tables so there was no place to put my new panties on. To make matters worse we were all sat in a semi-circle with me in the middle so pretty much everyone could see me. I could hardly sit still; I felt like everyone knew I was naked beneath my skirt and I constantly smoothed my dress down and tightly crossed my legs. Even though I was terrified that someone might see up my skirt I couldn’t help feeling slightly empowered in a strange way. I felt so sexy!
As we made our way out of that classroom, I told Kylie that I would meet her in the next class because I needed to go to the restroom. I put on my dry panties, and rolled the waistband of my skirt up slightly so more of my thighs were on show.
I was one of the last students to enter the room and just as I stepped through the door I saw Ginny standing at the front of my class. I suddenly realized the crush I had on my teacher. As I walked towards the seat I had picked earlier I noticed Ginny turn her gaze towards me, then away. Then she looked for a second time, I turned to her and weakly smiled. Her eyebrows rose slightly and then she hit me with her smile. I wondered if she approved of my new wardrobe. She had looked me up and down and smiled, that must have meant something! I spun around and sat at the table next to Kylie and watched Ginny walk to the front of the room and begin speaking. As I sat down I looked down at my legs and I forgot just how short my skirt was! Sitting down, it had ridden up to the point where it barely covered my panties. I adjusted it until it covered as much as possible but I had to lower the waistband down to the point where it was right on my hips -- just a little bit higher than my panties! At least the skirt was covering my rear but I could still feel the cold plastic chair on my upper thighs.
Finally, Ginny sat down and crossed her legs, unfortunately the parting in her skirt revealed nothing to me. Then, she briefly looked in my direction and I saw her eyes lower, my legs began tingling in a funny way as if they knew they were being looked at. I spread my knees a bit more. She looked for a couple of seconds then turned away; there was no smile this time.
The bell rang.
From this moment onwards I was no longer a student at this school and Ginny was no longer my teacher. Now we were just two women, Ellen Cotter and Ginny Sullivan. As people stood up and began saying their goodbyes to their classmates I pretended to be messing about with my bag, Kylie kissed me on my cheek and I told her I’d call her later. The room was clearing quite slowly so I continued to pretend I was rummaging in my bag. Then it was just mee and Ginny.
“Everything ok there Ellen?” she asked.
“Yeah, fine, I just uh, thought I’d lost something,” I lied. “But it’s ok.”
“I noticed that you were dressed a little differently today, if this had been a regular school day I’d have been obliged to give you a warning.” She was smiling as she spoke, so I knew she was just playing around. “Why the sudden change in attitude?”
“I don’t know,” I lied again. “It’s a nice day and I was tired of always wearing the same outfit.”
I got to my feet and smoothed the skirt down as best I could and walked unsteadily towards her, she still had her back to me. “I’ll miss you,” I said rather more pathetically than intended. I stepped closer so that when she turned around I would be about a foot away from her. When she turned to face me, I saw her flinch a bit, I’d obviously startled her. In my fantasy this was when I kissed her, but I just wasn’t brave enough, instead I just put my arms around her waist and laid my head on her shoulder. “I’ll really miss you,” I said softly. I was surprised and delighted when I felt her arms around me, even more so because her hands were touching my bare back between my skirt and shirt.
“Hey, it’s ok” her lips were so close to be that I felt her breath on my cheek. I was so close! “I didn’t realize how short that skirt is,” she said in a lighter tone. “Well it suits you,” she said. It’s difficult to explain exactly what those words meant to me.
I loosened my grip around her waist and lifted my head up off her shoulder; I moved very slowly and didn’t say a word. As I moved back, I felt her hands fall away from me but she couldn’t step back because of the desk behind her. I turned a little to the side so we were facing each other; we were so close that our noses were almost touching. I didn’t dare to look into her eyes, instead I lowered my gaze to her lips, it was pretty difficult to be sure but for a moment I thought I saw her smile.
My mind was screaming at me, ‘do it Ellen, do it now!’
I closed the gap between us so my nose rubbed against hers, her lips were so close to mine, and every part of my body was shaking. “Please don’t reject me, please don’t” my mind raced. Our lips were literally touching and finally, after all this time I did it. I moved forward just enough so my lips would brush against hers at first and then, with a little prayer I took a leap of faith and pressed them firmly against her, gently planting a sweet kiss on her beautiful lips. Now, at this point I’d give pretty much anything, I’d do anything just to feel her kiss me back.
Shocks tore through my body when I felt her lips respond to my touch. For what seemed like an eternity everything melted away, there was no classroom, no school, no silly uniforms and no sound. The only thing in the world that had any substance was our kiss. Our lips pressed together a little harder and to me it was the single most sensual feeling I’d ever had.
I put my arms around her neck and gently ran my fingers through her hair, still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Ginny must have just realized what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss.
“Ellen, I…we can’t do this,” she whispered. I could’ve crumbled to the floor with disappointment.
“P…please,” was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn’t look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head.
I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment and I didn’t have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair.
“Ellen?” She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. “Ellen, look at me.”
I couldn’t.
“It’s ok,” she said softly. She moved away the hair that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards, we were still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn’t have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so slightly tasted a moment ago
“I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just … just had to try …”
“Ellen, 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 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! A smile that gave me hope.
“Oh Ellen, 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 Ellen.” Ginny 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.”
“Ellen?” She was waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Miss … 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 Ginny, 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 Ginny'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, finally, Ginny was really kissing me.
Ginny 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; Ginny 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”
Ginny seemed encouraged from my vocalized approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and nuzzled her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, gently pulling 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. Here was Ginny savoring my body.
While we kissed, I felt Ginny'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.
“Oh God, yes. 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. Her finger trailed a path down my throat and chest to between my breasts. My breathing became shallow again as Ginny undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. Then Ginny's warm hand touched my left breast.
I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my nipple, 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 center 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?” Ginny asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.
“Oh, god yes,” I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. “Touch me anywhere.”
I realized how slutty that must 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 Ginny knew exactly how to release it. She 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.
“Oh, god” my voice came without my consent. I could feel my hips moving to receive Ginny’s hand … I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked. Ginny smiled as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me.
“Oh … yes” I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Ginny’s finger delicately slip inside me, she didn’t force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My body began to let go, my head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Ginny expertly used her fingers to explore my pussy, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again. Suddenly, Ginny's fingers were gone; she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt
.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” I asked with clear panic was clear in my voice.
“Get dressed quickly, it’s almost 3.15 and people will be coming here for a meeting!”
“Oh, shit”
“Exactly,” Ginny replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I had just finished getting myself together as there was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I quickly sat down on the chair I’d been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs; 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; Ginny was already sorted out and beautiful again.
That’s when two other teachers stepped into the room. These two had interrupted the most sensual moment in my life.
“Oh, I’m sorry I’d forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Ellen here,” Ginny had slipped back into teacher mode quickly. I turned towards the two intruders, “would you like me to leave?”
“Oh, that’s ok,” the woman said. “Ok, that’s fine,” Ginny answered. “Ellen and I will finish up here soon, but we can do the meeting tomorrow.” As the two people turned around to leave, Ginny briefly glanced at me and gave me a little wink; I almost came in my panties!
Ginny closed the door behind them and waited for a moment, and then she turned to me and burst out laughing! “That was close,” said Ginny between giggles. “Ellen, 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 say it. “Are you sure it’s ok?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“Yea…it is, I don’t live too far away, do you want to come with me now?”
I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first, I could get changed and freshen up. “I guess I should go home first … then I can tell my parents that I’m going to a friend’s house … but…” I hesitated.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m just a little worried that you might … change your mind,” 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.”
“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 Ellen, 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…”
“Ellen, I won’t do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something,” Ginny 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 … I mean, Ginny.” I couldn’t believe I’d slipped up again but Ginny seemed to find it funny.
“Yea, see you then,” she said.
Ginny quickly scanned the street and then leant towards me, still with that wonderful smile on her lips, she cupped my cheek in her hand and pulled me towards her. Then, she slipped her tongue between my lips and covered my mouth with her own. 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.
Ginny gave me one final peck on the lips and ran her fingers through my hair.
“I’ll see you tonight then…”
It was in fact the last day of school and at 3pm that I would be a free woman. I was 18 years old and the last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Ginny Sullivan.
Being head over heels in love with Ginny presented a problem: she’s a woman and I didn’t know for sure if she liked girls although I did think that she might. About a year ago I’d seen her in the parking lot behind the school with an attractive woman. They were holding hands as they walked towards Ginny's car, then, just as she opened the car door, they actually kissed each other on the lips! It wasn’t a particularly long or intimate kiss, but it looked like there was quite a bit of feeling there.
Every day at school I’d listened to her beautiful voice as she called out the class register in a morning. During English classes I’d watch every movement she made, when she spoke to our class I would dreamily let her voice travel through me and focus on her lips, every little curve seemed to be intensely erotic to me, often the actual words escaped me and I rarely took notice of what she was actually saying.
Many nights I laid in my bed imagining kissing her smiling lips and running my fingers through her short blonde hair. I wanted to taste her mouth and feel her warm tongue rub against mine, I yearned to run my tongue over her beautiful lips, would she keep smiling while I did it? Would she give out a contented sigh if I kissed my way up her neck and pulled her tightly against my body, our breasts pushing together and my knee rising up between her thighs…?
I ditched my normal baggy long sleeved white shirt and chose a short sleeved shirt made from thinner fabric. It was a slightly smaller size ; when I buttoned it up it looked pretty good. I wanted to show off a bit of cleavage (my breasts are small) so I undid the top two buttons. As a result, the curves of my breasts were clearly visible, but my bra strap was standing out like a thick ridge running across my back. I discarded my bra. My nipples were jut visible, not enough to get into trouble. I rolled up the waistband of my knee-length skirt until it was essentially a mini skirt. The hemline was now mid-thigh and showed most of my legs; and it made me feel very sexy. I have pretty long legs and my skirt now showed off almost every inch of them and every little movement I made caused it to ride up a little higher. A pair of white panties finished the look.
I arrived in the home classroom and chose a seat where I would get an unobstructed view of the teacher and, more importantly, from her position she could see above and below the table, this meant she’d easily see both up my skirt and my breasts through my shirt. As I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up and stretched my legs out under the table. That’s when the door opened and Ginny walked into the room.
She’s around 5 feet and 11 inches tall; she was wearing a beautiful silky red shirt which clung to each curve as she moved. Her breasts seemed quite small. She also wore a long black skirt; at first I was quite disappointed as I’d hoped to see her legs. She has the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. I once saw her in a short gym skirt and I’d almost came in my panties. Today she went conservative, but then as she turned to face the class I saw that the skirt had quite a long slit up the right hand side, I got a brief flash of her exquisite thigh and my pussy immediately responded.
I watched her read out the names of each pupil, when it got to my name “Ellen Cotter” she said and turned to me and smiled that epic smile I loved so much. “Here,” I responded. As I looked at her I spread my legs just enough. I noticed her eyes ever-so slightly look down, I was certain she’d looked at my legs and could see my panties! Just knowing that she had wanted to look up my skirt made my head spin. Almost immediately after she’d read the last name on her list the bell went and everyone stood up and made their way out of the room.
I felt the hem of my skirt fall back around my knees as I slowly stood and made my way out, I glanced in her direction and I could feel my juices dampen my panties. She was sat with her legs crossed and the slit on the skirt had fallen away to the sides of her legs. I could see her bare legs right up to the tops of her thighs. Her head was turned away so I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bare skin. Eventually, she saw me standing there and smiled at me but did nothing to cover her thighs; actually, she turned toward me which pulled her skirt and exposed more of her thighs. I thought I caught a glimpse of her panties.
“You look nice today, Ellen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt. It’s very becoming” she said looking down at the hemline of my skirt. “If I had a figure and a pair of legs like you I’d want to show them off too.” I must have gone bright red; I wanted to tell her that she did, but the words wouldn’t come.
At lunchtime I sat in the large dining room with my friend Kylie as usual, but all I could think about was seducing Ginny. I daydreamed that after the bell rang and our classroom emptied, I would stand up in my tiny skirt and walk up to her. She reached for me and pulled me into a sensuous kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth. She reached around my waist and pulled my skirt up before sliding her hands down the back of my underwear to cup my buttocks. Then, she slid my panties down my legs, leaving my soaking wet panties around my thighs. Her hand glided over my clean shaven, and now fully exposed, pussy. Her fingers brushed against my slit, gently stroking up and down, with each stroke she pushed a little harder and then I would feel Ginny’s finger on my clitoris and …!
I was snapped back to reality by the din in the noisy dining room, which seemed much hotter than before. I don’t know how long I’d been lost in my fantasy but now I really could feel fingers on my pussy -- they were my own. Somehow, while I imagined Ginny’s fingers on my pussy, my hand slipped under the table and inside the waistband of my skirt and inside my panties. I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone had seen what I was doing. Kylie had her head turned away from me and was talking to some guy on the table next to ours. I was relieved to see nothing that indicated I had been watched and breathed a sigh of relief.
My hand was still down there and very wet, I slowly withdrew it while trying not to touch the now ultra-sensitive lips of my pussy. I just closed my thighs together and tensed up until the over-the-top reflex action gave way. My school bag was at my feet; I brought some spare panties and a sweater in case something happened and I needed to look respectable in a hurry, it also contained the pair of white knee socks I’d tried on that morning. I leaned down and unzipped my bag and dried my hand on the sweater. While I was leaning down I noticed my breasts; my nipples were straining against the thin shirt and poking through. Now, I wished I had worn a bra after all. I had to remove my wet panties and put on my spare pair; I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled, slightly raising my buttocks off the seat and off came my panties.
That’s when the bell rang and everyone stood up. Fuck.
My next class was in an open room with no tables so there was no place to put my new panties on. To make matters worse we were all sat in a semi-circle with me in the middle so pretty much everyone could see me. I could hardly sit still; I felt like everyone knew I was naked beneath my skirt and I constantly smoothed my dress down and tightly crossed my legs. Even though I was terrified that someone might see up my skirt I couldn’t help feeling slightly empowered in a strange way. I felt so sexy!
As we made our way out of that classroom, I told Kylie that I would meet her in the next class because I needed to go to the restroom. I put on my dry panties, and rolled the waistband of my skirt up slightly so more of my thighs were on show.
I was one of the last students to enter the room and just as I stepped through the door I saw Ginny standing at the front of my class. I suddenly realized the crush I had on my teacher. As I walked towards the seat I had picked earlier I noticed Ginny turn her gaze towards me, then away. Then she looked for a second time, I turned to her and weakly smiled. Her eyebrows rose slightly and then she hit me with her smile. I wondered if she approved of my new wardrobe. She had looked me up and down and smiled, that must have meant something! I spun around and sat at the table next to Kylie and watched Ginny walk to the front of the room and begin speaking. As I sat down I looked down at my legs and I forgot just how short my skirt was! Sitting down, it had ridden up to the point where it barely covered my panties. I adjusted it until it covered as much as possible but I had to lower the waistband down to the point where it was right on my hips -- just a little bit higher than my panties! At least the skirt was covering my rear but I could still feel the cold plastic chair on my upper thighs.
Finally, Ginny sat down and crossed her legs, unfortunately the parting in her skirt revealed nothing to me. Then, she briefly looked in my direction and I saw her eyes lower, my legs began tingling in a funny way as if they knew they were being looked at. I spread my knees a bit more. She looked for a couple of seconds then turned away; there was no smile this time.
The bell rang.
From this moment onwards I was no longer a student at this school and Ginny was no longer my teacher. Now we were just two women, Ellen Cotter and Ginny Sullivan. As people stood up and began saying their goodbyes to their classmates I pretended to be messing about with my bag, Kylie kissed me on my cheek and I told her I’d call her later. The room was clearing quite slowly so I continued to pretend I was rummaging in my bag. Then it was just mee and Ginny.
“Everything ok there Ellen?” she asked.
“Yeah, fine, I just uh, thought I’d lost something,” I lied. “But it’s ok.”
“I noticed that you were dressed a little differently today, if this had been a regular school day I’d have been obliged to give you a warning.” She was smiling as she spoke, so I knew she was just playing around. “Why the sudden change in attitude?”
“I don’t know,” I lied again. “It’s a nice day and I was tired of always wearing the same outfit.”
I got to my feet and smoothed the skirt down as best I could and walked unsteadily towards her, she still had her back to me. “I’ll miss you,” I said rather more pathetically than intended. I stepped closer so that when she turned around I would be about a foot away from her. When she turned to face me, I saw her flinch a bit, I’d obviously startled her. In my fantasy this was when I kissed her, but I just wasn’t brave enough, instead I just put my arms around her waist and laid my head on her shoulder. “I’ll really miss you,” I said softly. I was surprised and delighted when I felt her arms around me, even more so because her hands were touching my bare back between my skirt and shirt.
“Hey, it’s ok” her lips were so close to be that I felt her breath on my cheek. I was so close! “I didn’t realize how short that skirt is,” she said in a lighter tone. “Well it suits you,” she said. It’s difficult to explain exactly what those words meant to me.
I loosened my grip around her waist and lifted my head up off her shoulder; I moved very slowly and didn’t say a word. As I moved back, I felt her hands fall away from me but she couldn’t step back because of the desk behind her. I turned a little to the side so we were facing each other; we were so close that our noses were almost touching. I didn’t dare to look into her eyes, instead I lowered my gaze to her lips, it was pretty difficult to be sure but for a moment I thought I saw her smile.
My mind was screaming at me, ‘do it Ellen, do it now!’
I closed the gap between us so my nose rubbed against hers, her lips were so close to mine, and every part of my body was shaking. “Please don’t reject me, please don’t” my mind raced. Our lips were literally touching and finally, after all this time I did it. I moved forward just enough so my lips would brush against hers at first and then, with a little prayer I took a leap of faith and pressed them firmly against her, gently planting a sweet kiss on her beautiful lips. Now, at this point I’d give pretty much anything, I’d do anything just to feel her kiss me back.
Shocks tore through my body when I felt her lips respond to my touch. For what seemed like an eternity everything melted away, there was no classroom, no school, no silly uniforms and no sound. The only thing in the world that had any substance was our kiss. Our lips pressed together a little harder and to me it was the single most sensual feeling I’d ever had.
I put my arms around her neck and gently ran my fingers through her hair, still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Ginny must have just realized what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss.
“Ellen, I…we can’t do this,” she whispered. I could’ve crumbled to the floor with disappointment.
“P…please,” was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn’t look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head.
I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment and I didn’t have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair.
“Ellen?” She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. “Ellen, look at me.”
I couldn’t.
“It’s ok,” she said softly. She moved away the hair that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards, we were still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn’t have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so slightly tasted a moment ago
“I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just … just had to try …”
“Ellen, 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 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! A smile that gave me hope.
“Oh Ellen, 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 Ellen.” Ginny 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.”
“Ellen?” She was waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Miss … 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 Ginny, 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 Ginny'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, finally, Ginny was really kissing me.
Ginny 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; Ginny 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”
Ginny seemed encouraged from my vocalized approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and nuzzled her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, gently pulling 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. Here was Ginny savoring my body.
While we kissed, I felt Ginny'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.
“Oh God, yes. 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. Her finger trailed a path down my throat and chest to between my breasts. My breathing became shallow again as Ginny undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. Then Ginny's warm hand touched my left breast.
I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my nipple, 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 center 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?” Ginny asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.
“Oh, god yes,” I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. “Touch me anywhere.”
I realized how slutty that must 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 Ginny knew exactly how to release it. She 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.
“Oh, god” my voice came without my consent. I could feel my hips moving to receive Ginny’s hand … I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked. Ginny smiled as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me.
“Oh … yes” I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Ginny’s finger delicately slip inside me, she didn’t force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My body began to let go, my head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Ginny expertly used her fingers to explore my pussy, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again. Suddenly, Ginny's fingers were gone; she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt
.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” I asked with clear panic was clear in my voice.
“Get dressed quickly, it’s almost 3.15 and people will be coming here for a meeting!”
“Oh, shit”
“Exactly,” Ginny replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I had just finished getting myself together as there was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I quickly sat down on the chair I’d been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs; 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; Ginny was already sorted out and beautiful again.
That’s when two other teachers stepped into the room. These two had interrupted the most sensual moment in my life.
“Oh, I’m sorry I’d forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Ellen here,” Ginny had slipped back into teacher mode quickly. I turned towards the two intruders, “would you like me to leave?”
“Oh, that’s ok,” the woman said. “Ok, that’s fine,” Ginny answered. “Ellen and I will finish up here soon, but we can do the meeting tomorrow.” As the two people turned around to leave, Ginny briefly glanced at me and gave me a little wink; I almost came in my panties!
Ginny closed the door behind them and waited for a moment, and then she turned to me and burst out laughing! “That was close,” said Ginny between giggles. “Ellen, 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 say it. “Are you sure it’s ok?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“Yea…it is, I don’t live too far away, do you want to come with me now?”
I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first, I could get changed and freshen up. “I guess I should go home first … then I can tell my parents that I’m going to a friend’s house … but…” I hesitated.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m just a little worried that you might … change your mind,” 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.”
“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 Ellen, 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…”
“Ellen, I won’t do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something,” Ginny 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 … I mean, Ginny.” I couldn’t believe I’d slipped up again but Ginny seemed to find it funny.
“Yea, see you then,” she said.
Ginny quickly scanned the street and then leant towards me, still with that wonderful smile on her lips, she cupped my cheek in her hand and pulled me towards her. Then, she slipped her tongue between my lips and covered my mouth with her own. 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.
Ginny gave me one final peck on the lips and ran her fingers through my hair.
“I’ll see you tonight then…”
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