Ms J.

Part I: Alicia's Story

Everyone wanted to take Ms. Jacobsen's classes. She was a great

teacher and made every subject she taught a lot of fun. My sophomore year

I took Intro to Speech from her and fell in love the first day. How do you

explain charisma? She had it. In fact she was electric. People, adults

and students alike, were drawn to her. I will always remember that first

day in her class.

Intro to Speech was a required class in the 10th grade. Many of my

friends were dreading giving speeches, but they didn't bother me that much.

I had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist which is probably why I had

tried out for (and made) the cheerleading squad. Anyway, there were about

25 students in this class and the first day we could sit wherever we wanted

to so I was in the back with some friends. She was late, and we were

talking and messing around. The chatter continued when she entered room

from everyone except me. Ms. J immediately caught my attention and all I

could do was stare at her as she walked to the front of the room, put her

things down on the desk, and turned to face us. One of the guys was

blocking me from getting a clear view so I had to lean to my right and look

around him. She was looking right at me.

She beautiful in natural sort of way. Her hair was red, about

shoulder length, brushed back from her face. Sparkling green eyes, a touch

of make up and a pen stuck behind her right ear.

I still remember what she said. It was nothing special, but I

remember it all. "Hi, sorry I am late, but my class before this is in the

theater and I forgot the time and we ran late. I'll try to be on time

tomorrow." Then she started explaining the class routine and that tomorrow

she would assign seats. I didn't hear much of the rest of her

introductions as I was busy thinking of a way I could get assigned to the

front row.

After class, I walked to the front of the room and introduced

myself. "Hi I am Alicia, friends call me Leecie." She smiled and I

noticed her lips. They were soft and kind of puffy. Great lips is what I

was thinking. "I need to sit in the front," is what I said. I have a hard

time seeing the board from the back because I am so short." She smiled

again and said that would be no problem. I fell in love with Ms. Jacobsen

then and there.

I was an older tenth grader. I was 16, mom hadn't started me to

school until I was six. I had realized I was attracted to women when I was

just seven years old. The first woman to capture my attention was Mary Ann

K. a dark haired, dark eyed beauty who was in the second grade when I was

in first. We used to hang out together on the playground. Every time she

came near me, I got this tight pain in my chest when I breathed. It hurt,

but I still loved the feeling. Sometimes she would push me in the swings

and the nearness of her made my scalp tingle. That was a wonderful

experience.

I first kissed a girl when I was on a sleep over at a classmate's

house in the 6th grade. Gail and I shared the same bed and I convinced her

we needed to practice so that we would be ready for the boys in junior

high. Not that original, but it worked!

I finally got to touch her breasts when she stayed at my house. By

then we were regular kissers and I was determined to get her so turned on

that she would want to do much more than make out. Gail was also a dark

haired beauty. I seemed to be attracted to them. When we got into bed

that night, all I wore was a tank top and underpants. I pulled Gail close

and started to kiss her. We no longer needed excuses, we both liked to

kiss. Usually we just opened our mouths and wrestled around with our

tongues. Tonight I started slowly and was really romantic with her. I

kissed her lips softly and gently licked them with my tongue. I kissed her

nose, her forehead, and cheeks. Gail let out a little moan, and whispered,

"Oh, that feels good." This was going to be a special night!

Gail was wearing a nylon night gown which felt great under my hands

as I let them roam over her back as I kissed her mouth. Her lips parted

and I filled her mouth with my probing tongue, moving slowly to explore

everywhere. My fingers played along her back, sneaking down to the curve

of her butt. She didn't seem to mind. In fact she pulled me tighter to

her and drove her own tongue deep into my open mouth.

I grew bolder and grabbed each of her cheeks in my hands, squeezing

and rubbing them. I started to pull her nightgown up with my fingers so

that I could get my hands on her skin. She whimpered when my hands were

finally on her bare back. There was no pulling back. Her hands now were

all over me too.

I rolled Gail over on her back and pushed her nightgown up above

her breasts and took one of her small buds into my mouth. I had dreamed of

this moment for years. I had imagined what it would feel like, taste like,

to suck on another girl's breast. It was everything I had imagined and I

sucked her nipple until it got hard in my mouth. With my other hand I

rubbed, caressed, squeezed and enjoyed the feel of a breast in my hand.

Gail whimpered and moaned moving underneath me. She slid her hands

underneath my tank top and squeezed both of my fuller breasts. Gail

pinched and pulled at my nipples as I bit on hers.

I had read a magazine article that told how to masturbate and give

yourself pleasure. Every night I put myself to sleep with a nice orgasm

thinking of different women I knew rubbing my pussy. I slid my hand into

Gails' pussy and went straight for her clit. She was wet and slippery and

felt wonderful to my fingers. I rubbed her clit between my fingers and

pulled it just a little making Gail whimper. I pressed gently and started

a slow , steady circular motion as I continued to suck on her nipples.

Gail's hands were on my head, my back, gripping my ass. She was grinding

her pussy hard against my fingers. I knew she was close to coming. I

could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten as she sucked in her breath.

Oh shit is all she said as a tremor shook her body and she had her first

orgasm. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted the juices that ran out of

her pussy. My first taste of come! It was warm, sweet, salty, even spicy.

I loved it and slid down so I could lap it up as it ran from between Gail's

legs. Then and there I knew that making love to a woman had to be the

greatest thing another woman could do.

Luckily I am a good student and who doesn't need to study much

because I spent most of my time in Ms. J's class imagining the two of us

making love everywhere in the school. In her office, in the theater, her

car, the principal's office, on her desk. Sometimes I would catch her

staring at me as I was staring at her and wonder if she could read my

thoughts. Then one day I was sure a smile was playing on her lips as she

caught me looking at her nipples showing through her blouse. I gave her a

slight smile and licked my lips. She blushed bright red and I knew she and

I were thinking very similar thoughts. I wanted Ms. J and I was now sure

she felt the same about me.

It was a game day and I was wearing my cheerleader outfit with a

really short skirt. Letting my legs part, I placed my hand on my thigh and

let my fingers slowly move closer and closer to my panties. Ms. J kept

lecturing, but her eyes were following my fingers as they crept closer to

my pussy which was soaking my panties by now. Somehow she had developed a

frog in her throat and had to keep clearing it. Her voice actually cracked

as she watched me pull my panties aside and my fingers disappear between my

pussy lips. I knew I had her so I pulled a wet finger from my pussy and

lifted it to my lips where I surrounded it with my lips and sucked the

juices from it. Abruptly, Ms. J said that was it for the day, made some

excuse about her voice and went to her desk and sat down, taking a long

drink from her coffee holding the mug in both hands. Everyone else started

chatting, but I just watched for some sign from Ms. J. I didn't have to

wait long.

"Alicia, could you come here please?"

"Sure, Ms. J," and I walked up to her desk and innocently asked,

"What can I do for you?"

"Alicia," she said softly. She was having trouble talking. "Can I

talk to you in my office for a few minutes?"

"Of course, Ms. J, now?" I said in my little girl voice.

She simply nodded, stood up, and motioned for me to follow her into

her office. She closed the door after me and locked it. Leaning against

the wall out of view of the window, she breathed, "Come here, Alicia."

I moved close enough to her that she could feel my breath on her

face. Taking my face in both her hands just the way she had held her

coffee cup, she softly kissed my lips. I melted. Absolutely melted. I

had dreamed of this moment so many times and so many ways. It matched

every fantasy I ever had and my knees buckled. Ms. J caught me in her arms

and held me close, my head rested against her breasts. I could hear her

heart pounding as she breathed in short raspy breaths.

Finally she spoke, " Alicia, oh sweet girl, whatever are we doing?"

The bell rang for the final class of the day. She let me go and

seemed to be trying to collect herself. "I have one more class to teach,

Alicia," she said sounding almost desperate.

"I know you do Ms J, and I need to go to math. Can I come back at

the end of the day?"

"Oh, please do, we need to talk I think. Wait about twenty minutes

or so until the commotion dies down. There are always some students who

want help after the bell." Then she added, "Don't wait too long, I will be

afraid you went home."

I'm not going home, Ms. J, I promise you, I am not going home.

"Later." I let the "l" in later linger on my tongue as I looked into her

eyes.

"Right, Alicia, later." She looked nervous, I was excited.

Part II: Ms. J's Story

Oh yes, I remember the day I met Alicia," I said as a smile broke

out on my face. "That moment is forever etched in my mind. I was late to

class and scrambling to collect myself. I looked out my room full of

sophomores sort of sizing them up. They were talking and laughing, but I

was relieved that no one was causing any trouble. As I looked up and down

the rows of desks, I noticed one girl leaning to her right so she could

look around the guy in front of her. She seemed tiny, but it was hard to

tell since she was sitting down. Our eyes met for a second or two and I

thought she might be flirting with me. That thought was lost in the effort

to get the students' attention and start class. I don't remember the rest

of that period, but at the end of class, the girl who was looking at me,

came up and asked to be seated in the front row. Her reason was that she

was short and it was hard to see. Thinking of her like that still makes me

smile. She told me her name was Alicia and she was short, maybe 5 feet

tall, but barely. I noticed her smile that grinned at me as her brown eyes

twinkled with a bit of mischief. I remember thinking, "I like her."

I looked forward to seeing Alicia each day. She brought such

energy with her to class and she could make me laugh so easily. I need to

make it clear that I had no physical attraction to her. Well, I mean, she

was cute and had this natural sexiness about her, but she was a student and

I was a teacher and I never considered that she might be something else to

me. Not at first anyway.

It was clear that Alicia had a crush on me. She was the first to

class and the last one to leave. She often had something she needed help

with after school, even though she was a terrific student. I was flattered

and even amused at times. She used a little girl voice when she wanted a

favor such as a ride home, or help with some assignment. I would smile and

just say yes. I never considered saying no. I enjoyed her company.

After a few weeks, I noticed some subtle changes in Alicia's

behavior around me. It is hard to describe exactly. She would stand or

sit closer so that her arm or thigh brushed against me. I would catch her

watching me for most of the class period and she wouldn't look away when

our eyes met. She would smile that magnetic smile of hers and I would

smile back.

It was well into the fall quarter when things started to change.

Alicia became bolder, more daring, more physical. Her blouse was often

unbuttoned so that the swell of her breasts showed. I know she was looking

at mine nearly all the time. I could feel her eyes on me and she would

smile a flirty grin as my nipples hardened. She even giggled as I blushed

red and it spread all the way down my throat and disappeared into my

blouse.

Alicia made her way into my dreams. My very sexually explicit

dreams. In one, she would walk into my classroom, come right up to me in

front of the other students, take me in her arms and kiss me passionately,

searching my mouth with her tongue. Then she would go sit down as if that

was completely normal. In another, she knelt down in front of my desk

chair, pushed my skirt up, spread my legs wide, pulled my panties aside,

and ate my pussy until I came, right in front of my class again.

I was thinking passionate thoughts about her as well. I imagined

her naked in my arms beside me in my bed. I masturbated each night

imagining my fingers rubbing her tight, young pussy as we kissed.

Alicia sensed a change in me I think. She would often let her legs

fall open so I could see her panties. I tried to concentrate on class, but

at times I couldn't remember what I was talking about. That Friday when

she was wearing her cheerleader outfit, you could say I lost it. How was I

supposed to teach sophomores how to outline a speech, while she let her

fingers play in her pussy? Her obviously wet pussy?

I shouldn't have kissed her, but by now I was falling in love with

this girl. She got close enough to me so that I could feel her breath on

my lips, her nipples rubbing against me. I could smell her hair. I

inhaled deeply and closed my eyes before I took her face in both hands and

kissed those soft, puffy lips. Our lips parted and our tongues explored

each other's mouths. It seemed that she was going to faint, so I took her

in my arms and held her close to me. It was a good thing the bell rang,

because I had lost all sense of time and place. All I knew was I wanted to

keep on kissing her and let what happened, happen.

I felt desperate as I nearly begged her to come back to see me

after school. She assured me that she wasn't going home and literally

bounced out of my office. I slumped into my chair, my legs had suddenly

turned to rubber and were unable to hold me.

I have no idea what I did in class that last period. All I could

think of was Alicia. My god, I was in love with a 10th grader!

Part III: After School

"Ms. J?"

"You came back," she sounded surprised.

"I promised I would." I closed my door behind me. Everyone in her

department appeared to be gone for the day.

Ms. J was so nervous that she could barely speak. Everything she

tried to say came out in stutters.

"Shhhh, its ok, relax, we are both feeling the same thing, Ms. J.

We both want the same thing." It seemed a little funny that as a

sophomore, I was feeling more confident than she was. I felt like the

adult.

I led the way into her office and locked the door behind us. I

knew exactly what I wanted and I couldn't wait.

"Sit down here in your desk chair, Ms. J." With both hands I took

my sweater off over my head, reached around and unhooked my bra and tossed

them aside. She sat there her body frozen but her eyes watched every move

I made. I kicked off my shoes and socks then slowly peeled off my panties.

Smiling widely, I handed them to her. Then I straddled her lap, wrapped my

arms around her, and let her hold me tightly as we both struggled to catch

our breath.

Ms. J's hands started to slowly feel their way around my back. I

held still and let her explore. I rubbed my cheek against hers, and let my

hands caress her face. She pulled back a bit and looked into my face.

Without a word, our lips met in a slow, soft kiss. My hand stayed on her

cheek as we kissed and I could feel her rubbing her face against it.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. I felt like I was watching

it happen as an observer. We kissed for such a long time, constantly

changing the position of our mouths, lips, tongues, turning our heads from

side to side, trying to crawl inside each others mouth.

Ms. J's hands slid down my back and found their way under my skirt,

cupping my cheeks, pulling me closer. I pushed her red hair back off her

neck and kissed her there, just below her ear. Her hands grabbed and

squeezed my ass as I nibbled and sucked on her ear.

I could feel my juices flowing out of my pussy and knew I had to be

getting Ms. J all wet. I pulled back and got off her lap, lifted myself up

onto her desk and slid back a bit. Again, Ms. J just watched although her

breasts were heaving with each heavy breath she took. I leaned back on my

arms, pulled my knees up and propped my feet on the edge of her desk.

Letting my knees fall open wide, I gave Ms. J a first hand look at my

young, wet pussy that I had tempted her with in class.

The sound that escaped from her that was both a whimper and a moan.

She was still in slow motion as she reached out and ran one finger along my

pussy slit. Raising her finger dripping with my juice to her mouth,

Ms. J's lips formed a circle and sucked my juices into her mouth. I licked

my lips, wanting right then to kiss her. Ms. J seemed to read my mind and

leaned forward kissing me so I could taste my own juices on her lips.

As we kissed, I felt Ms. J's hands on my inner thighs sliding

slowly upwards. I couldn't stand it, I begged her, "Oh please, touch it,

Ms. J, touch my pussy please."

"My pleasure dear," she smiled, kissed me softly, and leaned

forward to kiss my pussy lips, pushing my skirt up out of her way.

"Ahhhh, oh yes, yes, please, kiss my pussy Ms. J, please kiss it."

Ms. J needed no encouragement from me. She was stroking my pussy

lips with her tongue. She stopped to kiss it long and deep, sucking my

soft, swollen inner lips into her mouth, rolling them around with her

tongue. I felt her tongue probe my pussy hole, flicking in and out. Next

she sought out my hard clit and lapped at it. Back and forth, from my

pussy hole to my clit, her tongue was driving me wild. I moaned in both

pleasure and agony every time she touched my clit so she concentrated at

finding just how I wanted her to lick it.

"Lap it, Ms. J, lap at my clit."

With short, quick strokes she worked me closer and closer to an

orgasm. Her fingers slid up inside my pussy hole, stroking my muscles as

continued to lick my clitoris. She wiggled her fingers around inside me

just the way I liked it. I could feel that slow burn start deep inside me.

"Ms. J, I am going to come!"

"Do it baby, come for me. Give me your come, Alicia, let me drink

it from your young pussy.'

"You like the taste of my young pussy don't you, Ms. J?" God, the

way she said young pussy drove me wild!

"I love the taste of you young pussy, Alicia, and I want to eat the

come right out of your young pussy. come for me baby, give me your young

come, little girl."

That was all I needed, my pussy tightened, I let out a squeak and a

grunt as I exploded in a gush of come that poured over Ms. J's fingers and

into her face. As the climax rushed through my body, Ms. J's tongue found

my erect clit and applied pressure and rubbed it forcing another orgasm

from me. She didn't let go. Her hands grabbed me by the ass as she

continued to rub my swollen clit with her tongue. It slipped in and out of

its hood, as I came again and again.

"Please, no more, no more," I was gasping for breath, "no more,

please." I fell back onto her desk, exhausted.

Ms. J moved to sit beside me on her desk and lifted me into her

arms. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her breasts. She

softly stroked my hair and kissed my head.

In my little girl's voice I said, "I love you, Ms. J."

She let out a long, slow sigh. "I think I love you too, Alicia."

We sat like that for several minutes. I loved how it felt to be

petted by Ms. J. I also love the warmth of her body against my naked skin.

Her breasts were so soft. As I rubbed my cheek against her silk blouse, it

felt so smooth and tender on my face. I let my hands slide up and down her

back. My fingers played along her spine like piano keys. Ms. J responded

to my touch with moans and an occasional, "Oh, yes!" My hands came around

to the front and covered her breasts, moving in circular motions rubbing

them in opposite directions. I kissed her neck, nuzzling her throat. One

by one, I unfastened her buttons and kissed her skin as it was bared. I

was undressing Ms. J, just as I had fanaticized so many times, and I could

barely breathe.

I slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and found to my delight a

single front hook holding a lime green, satin bra in place. As I unhooked

it and set her full breasts free, I kissed the swell of each one. I lifted

each breast and kissed one and then the other. I pushed them close

together so I could go back and forth between nipples quickly, sucking,

biting, pulling, licking. It was so wonderful to lose myself in her

breasts.

I got off the desk and pulled Ms. J to her feet. With one hand I

pulled her head down to me and kissed her deep while my other hand found

her belt buckle and undid it and slowly pulled it from its loops. I

dropped to my knees and kissed her belly button, letting my tongue flick in

and out. Looking up at her, I unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid the

zipper down. I loved the sound it made, telling me that her sweet pussy

was so very close! She slipped out of her shoes and I pulled her slacks

down over her hips and helped her step out of them. She was wearing lime

green matching panties. I peeled them off of her and pushed her back into

her chair. Spreading her legs, I went directly to her now very wet pussy.

The smell made me dizzy, as I pressed my face into her rubbing my nose in

her wet slit. As my tongue licked her swollen labia, holding onto the arms

of her chair, Ms. J slid her pussy even closer to me. My tongue explored

every soft wet crevasse of her wonderful pussy. I probed her hole with the

tip of my tongue before sliding deep into her vagina, wiggling around,

stroking her muscles. Pulling my tongue out of her hole, I licked her with

it wide and flat all the way to her clit. God, I wanted to please her so

much.

"Tell me what to do, Ms. J." That came out in a breathy whisper.

"Slide your fingers into me, Alicia. As many as you can. Fill me

with your fingers and fuck me."

My hands are so small that three fingers easily slid into her

vagina. She was so warm, wet and tight on my fingers! It was an

incredible experience. I could feel her muscles pulling on me.

"Oh god, yes, Alicia! Now pump your fingers in and out of me,

slowly at first."

I looked up at her and she was watching me. Her hand touched my

face as my fingers responded to her request. In and out, slowly at first,

a bit deeper with each thrust.

"Yes, baby, yes, that is so good." Her fingers ran across my lips

and I kissed them. "Now, Alicia, I want those lips on my clit. Take it

into your mouth and suck my clit like a straw while you fuck me."

I did exactly as I was told. I split her pussy lips with my tongue

and went right to her clitoris, surrounded it with my lips and sucked it

into my mouth. It was swollen and erect and my lips fit perfectly around

it. Sucking on it was a delight. I let my tongue swirl around it and play

with the tip.

"Oh yes, Alicia, that is perfect. Oh sweet girl. Now fuck me deep

and hard, in and out. Make me come baby."

I wanted Ms. J to come for me. I wanted to drive her completely

wild. I thrust my fingers deep into her pussy, and let my fingers curve to

stroke the very top of her vagina as I fucked her in and out, sucking on

her clitoris as I did.

"Feel it, Ms. J! Feel me deep inside of you fucking your wet, hot

pussy."

I went right back to sucking her clit, slow and steady. Keeping up

the same motion as she got closer and closer to coming for me. I could

feel her muscles tightening on my fingers pulling me deeper into her.

"Here we go Ms. J, here we go. Come for me. Come for your

schoolgirl. I want to feel your explosion. Come on sweetie."

"Oh god, Alicia, yes, here it is. Baby, fuck me, fuck me. Oh god

yes!"

Ms. J's legs locked onto my hand and held me tight inside of her.

My tongue pressed against her clit and she let loose with a wonderful

climax that flooded me with her come. Her sweet, warm, hot come. Her legs

relaxed and fell open and I lapped and drank the come as it ran from her

pussy. As my tongue lapped at her pussy, she bent forward and kissed the

very top on my head, then raised my face to hers and licked come from my

lips and nose. With her hands holding my face, she gave me a long deep

kiss. I let my head rest in her lap and she bent over and held me

tenderly. Not a word needed to be spoken.

We both heard the noise at the same time as our heads shot up.

Immediately, Ms. J said, "Its the janitor in my room. We have maybe two

minutes before he is in here."

We both grabbed for our clothes and dressed faster than we knew was

possible. Ms. J looked around frantic for her panties. Quickly I said,

"Go without, I am keeping them."

She slipped on her slacks, shoved her feet into her shoes, slipped

her belt into a drawer and turned to me as I managed to slip on my last

shoe. "You look okay, Alicia. Now go, quickly, out that door." She

pointed to the door to the hallway as she looked over her shoulder at t,he

door to her room from which at any minute, the janitor was going to enter.

It was ending too fast. I hesitated. "Go Alicia, hurry please!

You must get out of here," there was real panic in her voice.

I stepped to her and gave her once last hard kiss on the lips and

then quickly left her wiping my juices from her desk.