Date: Sun, 23 May 2010 01:41:23 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Educating Melissa Chapts. 1,2,3  Lesbian Adult/Youth (Fg mast rom lolita)

EDUCATING MELISSA


Chapter 1


Copyright 2010 by Star Sapphire


I've taught seventh grade now for several years following a tour of duty in
the primary classes. I'm a single bisexual woman who, since my divorce some
four years ago, has actually preferred women and normally women around my
own age. I was not prepared for the feelings that overtook me during this
last school year when Melissa joined us a month into the term.


I'd had an occasional if fleeting flash of desire before for exceptionally
pretty young girls in my classes but the feelings passed quickly and I
thought nothing about them. With Melissa it was different. It's not as
though she were extraordinarily pretty although to say she looked good
would be an understatement. As far as looks goes she wasn't that much
better than the girls I'd had brief naughty thoughts about, rather it was
her personality and the obvious crush she seemed to develop on me that
hooked me into a very unexpected fixation on this beguiling and beautiful
twelve year old.


That fixation bothered me for any number of good reasons. I could just
imagine the scandal if we were caught, the loss of my career, and the very
real probability of jail. Neither had I ever felt this way towards a girl
Melissa's age. The whole thing was preposterous, not to say down right
dangerous. But the more I fought it the more her big blue eyes looking up
at me, framed by long carefully cut black hair, would melt all my resolve
to resist her.


For the first few weeks I didn't act on my feelings in any way In spite of
Melissa's obvious attempts to dress up for me and always look her
best. That I knew these were for me came from the little poses she'd make
each day at me as she entered the class room. I found it very precious and
sometimes deeply arousing but I was still very much afraid to go anywhere
with these feelings.


Melissa was a very bright girl. She needed no tutoring or extra time with
her school work, which allowed me to keep my distance at first. Then piece
of her work i noticed was truly exceptional and I wanted to talk to her
about it. This wasn't a ploy to get her alone. I was genuinely impressed
and wanted to know how she'd managed to put together a project like
this. At least that was the plan.


"Come in Mellissa. Thank you for staying after school to talk to me. It's
about your project on Ancient Greece. It's very impressive! Did you have
some help with it?" I asked her politely as she neared my desk.


"Oh no ma'am! I only asked the school librarian about books on Ancient
Greece and she gave me the names of two that would be really helpful, but I
had to get them at the public library. Honest, I didn't cheat or anything!"


I could see the fear in her eyes, thinking I'd called her here to accuse
her of having someone else write her paper for her. Nothing was farther
from my mind and I hastened to reassure her.


"Oh no Mellissa! I believe you wrote every word. It's obviously in your
style. It's because I was so impressed that I asked you here, not to scold
you honey!"


A look of relief crept over her face. "Oh, so you really liked it? I was
hoping you would."


"Yes honey. Your analysis of the causes of the Peloponnesian Wars goes way
beyond what I expect from the average seventh grader. You truly seem to
understand your subject," I praised her while looking adoringly at the dark
blue velveteen dress she wore. It had a square little bib covering her
little breast buds, with straps going over her shoulders to support it. She
wore a crisp white semi-sleeveless blouse underneath buttoned to the
collar. Her look was beautiful but seemed a little old fashioned as, oddly,
did many of her outfits.


Meanwhile we chatted about her paper but all the while we were both
relishing being in this private time together. I did my best to remain the
objective professional but I knew the way I was looking at her was totally
subjectively unprofessional and I knew that she knew it too. Her pretty
face was flush with excitement and she sometimes spoke breathlessly as she
picked up on all the romantic, sexual, facial, and body language I was
throwing at her; like gently patting her arm as I spoke to her, dropping my
eyes demurely when she'd look at me, and returning a stray lock of hair
back behind her ear as my fingers gently scraped her cheek. I seemed almost
unable to stop myself from doing these things.


When we had finished I offered to drive her home. I knew that she had a bit
of a walk everyday from where she lived and my offer was completely
innocent. Watching her struggle with the seat belt made her suddenly look
so vulnerable to me and I realized that I loved Melissa in a way I'd never
loved anyone else. I suddenly felt like a teenager on her first date,
unsure, scared, and afraid I'd say or do something stupid. Get a grip! I
yelled at myself.


As she directed me home I noticed that she lived in a nice neighbourhood
but that her house looked a little bedraggled and unkempt. I didn't comment
on it but I was curious. Such an appearance usually spoke of some inner
turmoil and trouble in the home and my heart ached for Melissa if that was
the case. Maybe we did need to talk about many things besides school and
us.


"Thank you so much for the ride!"


"You're very welcome and thanks again for that great paper Mellisa!" With
that I couldn't resist but bent over and kissed her cheek. She flashed a
brief look of astonishment then blushed furiously. Then she threw me a big
grin and was out of the car and gone. She waved from her porch as I drove
away. I was amazed that I had acted so boldly but so glad she didn't mind.


On the way home I was on a pink cloud, bringing up the image of that big
smile and sighing. I was getting pathetic with this insane puppy love at my
age, I chastised myself. Oh well, I thought, we're okay if it doesn't go
farther, I thought to myself. But of course love has a logic all its own!


When I got home I showered before changing into more comfortable
clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror I could say honestly that I still
looked pretty good. I had a trim figure with solid B cup boobs and a nice
round ass and I was still at my college weight. My long dark hair framed
what I thought was a pretty face with little signs of aging. All the
workouts and dental appointments had been worth it, I thought.


Climbing under the steaming spray I luxuriated in the warmth and release of
tension it brought. As I washed I thought back to my time with Melissa and
shivered with delight at the little peck on the cheek I'd given her. It
wasn't long before my hands strayed to my breasts and hardening nipples,
then down to my tingling pussy. Thoughts of Melissa ran through my head as
I masturbated to a shuddering climax. If that was all the satisfaction I
would get from our relationship then that would be fine. And I believed it.


The days rolled by and there was a subtle change in the way Mellissa and I
interacted.  She was more relaxed and less uncertain, more self
confident. She now knew I returned her feelings and that there were bound
to be more times together like the last. I certainly tried to arrange
them. While I did schedule a couple of after hours meetings with her I also
got in the habit of driving her home most days. The good bye kiss on the
cheek became our little ritual that I could tell we both loved.


Then one day I stopped in her driveway and could hear two very loud and
rather intoxicated sounding voices from inside the house arguing bitterly,
obviously her mother and father. I looked at Mellissa and saw a look of
complete mortification on her face and with an ache in my heart I could
imagine exactly what she was feeling.


"Honey, let's go home to my place and I'll fix us a nice snack," It was the
best I could think of. Mellisa and I sat in silence as I drove home. A lot
of thoughts were going through my head. Now I think I knew why she'd
sometimes refuse my offer of a ride home. On those days both parents would
be home together I'd have bet, and she didn't want me to run into exactly
what I did today. They must have surprised her and one or both happened to
come home early without her being aware of it.


When we got to my place I put my arm around Melissa's shoulder as I walked
her to my front door from the car. I hung up both our coats and showed her
into the living room where she sat on my sofa with downcast eyes. I went
into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I had a pretty good idea of what I
was going to hear when Melissa started talking


"Here hon, I've made some tea and laid out a few biscuits and things," As I
sat the tray down I could see that Melissa was crying. "What's wrong honey?
Is it your parents fighting that's upset you?" I asked softly. "I hope you
know that whoever or whatever they are doesn't in the least cause me to
think anything less about you, sweetheart."


"Thank you," she said softly.


"Besides, I think I grew up in a home much like yours so there's no need to
be embarrassed."


"You did?" she said, a look of wonder on her face. I knew that, like me at
her age, she probably thought she was the only one in her position and that
she was all alone inside her crazy, violent family.


"Yes, both my parents were alcoholics and my father would rage at mom and I
when he was drunk. I was an only child like you and I would hide away in my
room and absorb myself in reading or anything else to take me away from
what was happening outside. Is that how it is with you honey?" I asked her.


"Oh my God, yes!" she cried as the tears burst forth in full flood this
time.


I quickly ran over and sat beside her. Taking her in my arms I let her cry
her eyes out as I gently hugged and rocked her for several minutes. My
heart went out to her as she shook and sobbed in my arms. I knew exactly
how she felt and thought how much I would have appreciated someone like me
being there for me at her age. Memories came flooding back to me of the
horrible screaming matches my parents would get into, the broken dishes,
sometimes the furniture upturned, and me quaking in fear hiding in the
closet in my bedroom hugging my teddy. Yes, I knew exactly what she was
going through.


Throughout the evening we talk,cried together, and even laughed. As I
recounted my own experiences and how I'd overcome them Melissa visibly
relaxed. It was clear this venting and self disclosure for her was
working. It certainly helped me. We also bonded in a very strong
way. Nothing would be the same between us.


I asked her what she wanted to do. I'd take her home if she wanted or she
could stay the night with me instead. I could phone and pretend to be the
mother of a friend, drive her home in the morning to change and take her on
to school if she wished. Melissa jumped at the opportunity and it was
arranged. I got her set up in my spare room and it wasn't long before she
was fast asleep.


I lay awake that night thinking about poor Melissa and wondering what on
earth I could do to help beyond being there with her. I decided there
really wasn't at the moment and, realizing that reporting her parents would
only result in her being placed in some likely unpleasant foster care
situation, decided to just see what developed over time. She had, of course
survived up to now.


Our days continued much as they had but Melissa became a frequent after
school guest. She kept me informed of her home life and our feelings for
each other only increased leading sometimes to some very frustrating
moments for me when I'd hug her or kiss her cheek good bye, our parting
ritual. I had many a steamy session in the shower and in my bed before
sleep imagining us naked together in passionate embraces, kissing her
deeply and bring her to a shattering climax with my mouth. I knew this was
wrong but I couldn't seem to help it.


Then one night late near Christmas came the phone call that changed
everything. I'd just gone to bed and fallen asleep when it rang. Being
after eleven I couldn't imagine who it would be.


"Ms Stevens?" came a woman's voice I didn't recognize. "I'm a police
officer at the home of a Melissa Stuart who says your her teacher, is that
right?" I replied that I was, my heart in my mouth. "Sorry to disturb you
but Melissa has asked for you. She's all right but there's been an accident
involving her parents. Could you come over? There's no one else she wants
us to contact." Alarmed, I replied that I'd be there in fifteen minutes.


Dressing quickly I raced for my car and tore off at break neck speed not
sure what to anticipate. When I arrived there was a police car in the
driveway and no sign of her parent's car. I hurried to the front door to be
greeted by a young woman police officer. Over her shoulder I could see
Melissa being comforted by her partner, another woman. She seemed very kind
and attentive.


"What on earth has happened?" I asked anxiously.


"I'm afraid her parents have both been killed in a car accident tonight
just a couple of miles from here. A single vehicle accident. Mr. Stuart
appears to have lost control." She told me matter of factly.


"I assume he was drunk, was he?" I said, the level of anger in my voice
surprising me.


"We don't know for sure yet but from what I hear probably. It's so sad
isn't it?" her demeanour breaking slightly.


"Sarah!" I heard Melissa cry as she ran into my arms and began sobbing. I
held her tight and rocked her not knowing yet what to say.


As I held her the officer explained that I had been the only one Melissa
asked to call. I told her that the Stuarts were new in town and probably
didn't know anyone and that it was okay she called. I explained too that
they had relatives back east but that they weren't close, his brother and
sister. I told her I'd get contact information for her soon.


As we talked a very pleasant older woman from Family Services arrived and
introduced herself. I told her who I was and that Melissa could stay with
me until things got settled at least. She looked at my ID and wrote down
the information she needed. then asked to speak to Melissa in my
presence. Being assured that Melissa was in accord with these arrangements
she helped her gather some things together, gave me her card and said she
`d be in touch tomorrow.  "Will you be able to cope, do you think?" she
asked me. "Because we have plenty of help to offer both you and Melissa." I
thanked her, grateful for her offer, and gathered up poor Melissa and
bundled her into my car.


On the way home I could see that she was in shock, her eyes wide open
staring at nothing. I said what kind words I could but she didn't
answer. The shock was hitting me too. Poor Melissa indeed. What are we to
do?


Thus began an entirely new chapter in our lives.


EDUCATING MELISSA


Chapter 2


Copyright 2010 by StarSapphire


The next few weeks went by as a blur. It turned out Mr. Stuart had life
insurance through his company for fifty thousand dollars, doubling to one
hundred because of his accidental death. I arranged for cremation and a
memorial service, using the funds which had been put into the Stuart's
estate. It was sparsely attended, mostly by people from Mr. Stuart's work
place. An executor was appointed by the court and I, with the help of a
lawyer. won temporary guardianship of Melissa. Ms. Thackery, the social
worker I'd met the night of the accident, was a brick and helped us both
through many obstacles.


Melissa, of course, was in a state of shock through most of this. She
remained off school and I arranged with my principal to take some leave to
be with her. Any romantic feelings I had were put on hold as I helped
Melissa cope with the new realities of her life. As the shock of her
parent's death wore off she became more and more afraid of what was to
happen to her. It nearly broke my heart to watch her and I reassured her as
best I could that I would let nothing bad happen and that she was safe with
me for now.


As we talked Melissa began to be less afraid and became puzzled that she
didn't seem to feel a lot of grief for her parents. She had been going to
counselling and that was helping but I tried to be of what support I could
as well.


"Honey, this is maybe something you should talk over with your counsellor
but I know at your age I really didn't have a lot of love for my parents. I
mean they'd hardly been loving and their drinking had me in a state of
shameful terror most of the time. One of the good things coming from this
is you don't have to be afraid any more."


"Oh my God," Melissa whispered. It looked like a light bulb had gone
off. "Maybe I don't really love them that much and I've been feeling so
guilty for not feeling anything for them! I mean, it's okay if I don't? Is
that what your saying?"


"Oh Melissa, that's exactly what I'm saying! Honey, you can feel, or not
feel, anything you want."


This seemed to be the turning point for her. From that day on she began to
return to normal but still she had that fear in the back of her mind about
her future. I can't say I blamed her. Things were not yet settled and,
although my lawyer was working on permanent legal guardianship, the outcome
was not yet certain. In the meantime the executor had wound up her parent's
estate, fixing up and selling the house, and establishing a trust fund for
Melissa that now amounted to nearly two hundred thousand dollars. This
eased Melissa's mind a little but had me worrying about her aunt and uncle
back east.


Fortunately her relatives were in no condition to take on a young twelve
year old girl and declined to take her in. I had thought that the lure of
that trust fund might have made them think again but it turns out that
their alcoholism was even worse than the Stuart's and no court would award
them custody I was assured by the ever helpful Ms. Thackery who seemed to
be cheering on my application. I sighed a breath of relief as did Melissa
as another fear lifted.


The day finally came when I was appointed Melissa's permanent legal
guardian and the last of her fears seemed to evaporate. To celebrate I
invited my lawyer Jennifer and Sylvia Thacker out to a celebratory dinner
with Melissa It was a grand occasion complete with champagne and ginger
ale. Melissa seemed ecstatic the whole evening and it appeared as if her
healing time was now over. I was so relieved.


I watched as Melissa blossomed but so too did our romantic and sexual
feelings. I wasn't sure what to do. What if I made advances and she
rejected me? It wasn't like she could just go home, she was home. The first
thing I did to help me cope with my feelings was to have her transferred to
a new school closer to my house. Melissa was happy enough to comply
although we missed each other in class, but my principal thought it
appropriate and I could only but agree. It did make my longings a little
easier to bear.


Melissa didn't help matters much. The new wardrobe I'd bought her made her
all the more sexy and she was quick to flaunt herself off to me any chance
she got. She would snuggle extra close while we watched movies and her
touching and hugging increased and intensified. She was clearly sending me
all the right signals but still I held back. I was just too afraid at this
point to make a move.


Clearly Melissa was taking the initiative which astonished me. Of course
her hormones were probably raging and our proximity urging her to take
risks she might otherwise have not, but I was truly charmed at her
advances. On the surface she was her old cheerful bubbly self but
underneath smouldered the soul of a relentless lesbian seductress!


It was almost certainly a good thing for our relationship that she became
the aggressor because I fear I might have dithered away all my
opportunities to further things along. One evening when we were watching TV
she asked me about sex, something I was both anticipating, wanting, and
dreading at the same time.


"Sarah," she asked me. "I know about the birds and bees and where babies
come from, but I have a problem."


"Oh?"


"Yes, you see I don't think I like boys much. I mean they're okay as
friends but I think that, well, I might like other girls."


"Oh honey, how do you feel about that?" I asked her quite surprised at her
forthrightness and not a little taken aback.


"I feel fine about it. What I want to know is how you feel about it?"


Ouch! Now was the time to tell all. "I feel really good about that to tell
the truth."


"You do!" she exclaimed, looking me in the eye, the glow of anticipation on
her cheeks. "You mean, well, is it like I figured and you do too?" she
asked me with both hands clasped to the sides of her face, her mouth open
in surprise.


I blushed furiously. "Yes sweetheart I do. And..." I paused. "There's one
girl I like in particular. In that way I mean," The cat was out of the bag
and my heart was pounding, afraid I may have said too much. I didn't have
to worry.


"Oh my God, " Melissa whispered. "You mean me? I mean, well, I can't
believe it! I like hoped but why would you want to have a twelve year old
girlfriend? She asked in wonder.


"Well it certainly is you and, well, I don't know about the twelve
thing. It's puzzled and bothered me but I've just come to accept it. You're
also very attractive, bright, loving, and a whole lot of other things I've
never seen in anyone older. I love you with all my heart and soul honey and
I don't need any other reasons."


"Oh Sarah, " Melissa cried and threw herself into my arms. "You've just
made me the happiest girl alive!"


"Oh, Melissa my love." I sighed and held her tightly, my heart pounding
again. "May I kiss you?" I asked tentatively, pulling us apart slightly. By
way of response Melissa raised her lips to me and closed her eyes. When our
lips met the power of our first sexual contact was so strong I felt it flow
right down to my toe nails.


After a few moments I broke off our kiss to look at her dreamy face
complete with the happiest grin I'd ever seen. I could see the beat of her
heart at the pulse point in her throat and knew she was as excited as
I. Breaking the spell I asked her if she wanted to go farther and she just
nodded yes.


"You know honey that if we do that it changes everything, right? I mean I'd
become more than just your `mom', we'd be lovers. We can't go back after
this." I cautioned. "I hope you also realize that we can't tell anyone
about us, because if that happens they'll take you away from me, I'd lose
my career, and they'd maybe even put me in jail."


"I know all that," Melissa said earnestly, looking me straight in the
eye. "It's one reason I was so sure you'd say no and why I thought it would
never happen. Of course I'll never tell anybody. Gee whiz, I'm not stupid!
You think I'd want to be torn away from you, put in some kind of
counselling, and thrown in a foster home? I love you Sarah! I'd never do
anything like that. Besides I so want to be lovers but I don't really know
what that means yet," she paused and looked up at me with big doe
eyes. "You'll have to teach me," she smiled sweetly.


"Teaching's what I do best sweetheart," I laughed. "And thank you for your
honesty. I was so afraid that if I tried to take our relationship farther I
might have frightened you off and I couldn't have endured that. After all
this is your home now and I want you to feel absolutely safe and
cherished. I love you so much I would have sacrificed being your lover if
that's what it took to keep you, honey."


"Me too!" Melissa exclaimed and burrowed herself into my side. "Now about
that teaching thing, can we kiss some more? That felt so good!"


I could but agree and leaned down as she puckered up. This time I let my
lips fall open and felt hers following my lead. I was frankly trembling
with excitement but I didn't want to rush things. Knowing her sexual
innocence neither did I want to do anything she wasn't ready for. Little
did I know! Our tongues finally met in a searing duel and I felt like I
couldn't get enough of her. Her eager responses took me a bit by surprise.


When we finally came up for air I asked her if she had ever kissed like
that before and she told me that she and a girlfriend had `experimented'
with kissing but didn't go any farther. I asked her facetiously to thank
her for me and she giggled. As I told her, she'd already learned lesson one
and saved me the trouble!


"Well then I'm ready for lesson two aren't I?" she asked coyly, her hands
clasped straight-armed behind her back and her shoulders rolling
seductively.


God, I thought, she might make graduate school in a matter of days! Her
obvious eagerness though was turning me on so much I was afraid I was going
to rush through her first experience and I wanted it to be absolutely
special. So I didn't immediately jump her bones like the little demons in
my loins were telling me to do. Instead I asked her to sit in my lap facing
me.


"Lesson two then," I looked at her as she climbed onto my lap and spread
her legs either side of me. Even in a white tee and jeans she was drop dead
gorgeous to my eyes. Her little breast buds were almost visible through the
fabric and her little nipples stood up proud through her shirt. Taking her
two hands in mine I placed them on my breasts then hissed as a bolt of
electric pleasure ran down to my pussy.


"Mmmm that feels so good!" I whispered and brought her face into mine for
another passionate kiss. Melissa worked away at my aching breast flesh as
our tongues danced and cavorted shamelessly in our mouths. The feel of her
hands touching me sent me into heaven. My nipples were hard as little rocks
and stuck clear through my bra. I could tell by her lighter touches that
she felt them and grazed her palms gently over them before resuming her
more aggressive handling. Nothing much to teach her here either I
concluded!  When we finally stopped I could see the lust in her eyes as she
probably could in mine. Melissa was hot, there was no denying it, and I was
delighted! Then she surprised me again.


"Could I see them, your boobs I mean?" Melissa asked while catching her
breath.


"You mean you want to move on to lesson three, or is that four or five," I
laughed.


"Well if I'm good I can skip a grade or two can't I?" she pouted.


"Clever girl," I grinned lasciviously and began to peel off my top slowly
revealing my white cotton bra beneath. "Sorry it isn't sexier but if I knew
I'd be stripping for my new lover tonight I would have worn something more
to the occasion."


"That's okay. I don't want to see your bra anyway. I want to see you out of
it."


Taking the point I reached behind and unclasped yet another barrier in our
budding sexual relationship. Casting my bra aside I sat before her topless,
my long pink nipples standing stiffly at attention. She gazed at them with
open mouthed amazement. I'd always liked my ample B cups but I never felt
prouder of them than at that moment.


"Oh my God Sarah, they're beautiful," Melissa gasped.


"So, you like?" I queried, cupping each breast in my hands and slowly
tugging on my stiff nipples, as if presenting them to her. Which I guess I
was! It felt so brazen but at the same time so right. I just wish I'd had a
camera to capture the look on her face! "Now it's your turn sweetie. I want
to see yours too."


Melissa blushed and said "But I haven't got any."


"No excuses young lady! Strip off or I'll have to drop you back a grade!"


A doubtful look on her face Melissa complied, crossing her hands, gripping
the hem of her tee, and whisking it quickly off over her head. Now it was
my turn ogle in amazement. Small though they were her breast buds were
beautiful with small sharp pink nipples fully erect. I had dreamed of this
sight so often and now here it was right before me. The smile on Melissa's
face told me she loved my reaction, putting to rest her fears that her
small titties might turn me off. Little did she know that it was her
smallness that so turned me on right then!


With Melissa I experienced a kind of sexual excitement I hadn't known since
perhaps her age. Everything about this relationship was new for me. It had
never crossed my mind before this that I would fall in love with a girl of
twelve. My love affairs had by and large been with women my own age and
only the first one in college could I call throat catchingly exciting. In
fact, until Melissa, I thought i was becoming happily asexual, married to
my five fingers and my vibrator. Now my hormones were raging again and I
realized that maybe it was young girls I'd been attracted to all along
without consciously knowing it. It certainly might also explain why I was
pursuing a career as a grade seven teacher! But further analysis had to
wait and give way to real life experience.


We both at the same time reached out towards the other's chest. I felt the
thin softness of her pubescent breasts in my palms, the nipples like sharp
points against my skin. Her hands touching my bare tits sent waves of
pleasure flowing through and around me. I looked down at her small hands so
diligently feeling me up and gave my head a shake to make sure I wasn't
dreaming. Then we kissed again, deeply, sensuously, and passionately, as
only true lovers can.


Eventually we pulled apart. "So how do you like the lessons so far? To give
you an `A' would understate by miles your `grasp' of the subject, so to
speak," I said as I gazed down at her petite hands still clasping my
breasts. We were both in a state of semi-stupor at this point I think. I
know that my panties were dripping wet as were Melissa's I'm sure.


"I love my lessons, but isn't there supposed to be homework?"


"Yes I suppose there must. Tell you what, come up to my bedroom and we'll
assign you something, okay honey?"


Together, hand in hand we walked up the stairs of my old Craftsman home and
entered my `sanctum sanctorum'. I sat her on my bed beside me, both of us
still topless and asked her outright "Melissa, do you masturbate?"


"Yes," she looked up at me and blushed. "At least I try. I always get this
funny feeling and stop."


"Just when you're getting to the good part," I laughed. "Okay I'm going to
show you how to masturbate and your homework is to try it by yourself then
report back to me on what happened. Is that all right?"


"Yeah!" Melissa exclaimed. "I don't think I'm doing it right."


I'd never masturbated in front of anyone before although I had fantasized
about it. I was a little nervous at first but the expectant look on
Melissa's face as I took off my shorts and panties put to rest any fears I
might have had.


"Okay, you too," I instructed as Melissa stared wide eyed at my naked
pussy.


Without ever taking her eyes off of me she almost hypnotically unzipped her
jeans, pulled them off, and followed them quickly with her panties. Now we
both sat there for a few seconds staring at each other's nude bodies for
the first time. Melissa's little cunt was perfect - a puffy little slit
with just the wisp of some dark pubic hairs beginning over her vulva. I had
a light brown set of curls neatly trimmed, although God knows why -
anticipation perhaps?


In any event she and I climbed onto my bed and sat facing each other, legs
spread with all the sexy bits on display. I began by spreading my labia,
exposing my clit to her by peeling back its little hood. This spot here I
told her was what gives you all those nice feelings when you rub it, at
which point I began to do exactly that. My right middle finger began
rubbing myself in rapid little circles. I didn't have to wet my finger - I
was drenched!


As I masturbated I looked over at Melissa and saw that dazed look in her
eyes I knew to mean intense excitement. I no doubt looked the same, because
that's exactly what I was feeling. As I rubbed myself off I could feel my
cum beginning to build.


Okay honey," I panted. "You too. Do it with me darling. I so want to watch
you and I really need to get off and I just know you do too."


Through glazed eyes I watched her comply. I groaned as her small fingers
mirrored my own, like the good student she was. This extra bit of
stimulation had me very close to the edge now. My right hand was a blur on
my clit while my left tugged and pulled unmercifully on my big
nipples. Melissa copied that as well, softly stroking her breasts and
nipples as she masturbated for me, being much more gentle with herself than
I was. But that just turned me on more.


"God honey!" I wailed. I'm gonna cum! Watch me cum for you baby!" And with
that I let go.


A great white heat started in my sloppy wet snatch and quickly radiated
through my whole body. Then the shudders and contractions began. I had
never cum like this before! My back arched and my head flew back as an
enormous keening crescendo grew from deep in my throat. My hand was working
furiously as bolts of pure pleasure lashed my whole being; mind, body, and
soul. Slowly I came back down, shivering and panting, feeling still so high
but also exhausted. I looked across at Melissa.


The poor girl looked awe struck and her masturbation had stopped when my
orgasm started I guessed. The sight must have shocked her senseless I was
sure! But no, she flew into my arms almost crying.


"Oh Sarah!" she gasped "That was so beautiful! Is that what an orgasm is
like?"


"Yes baby!" I laughed and hugged her tightly to my heaving chest. "At least
I guess so. I've never had one that strong before. You see what you do to
me?"


"I love you so much, Sarah!" she cried into my chest. Then she squirmed
free and asked me "Can I do my homework now?"


I burst out laughing at her impetuousness and told her she could do
whatever she wanted. But rather that sit facing me Melissa chose to have
her back to me as I held her. She started slowly stroking her clit in
little circles then quickly picked up the pace. I told her not to stop when
that funny feeling started and to just keep going. As she worked away at
her little nearly bald cunny I gently played with her small titties and
nipples which seemed to greatly increase her pleasure. Her breathing became
more laboured and her head was thrown back against me.


""Oh my God, there's that funny feeling!"


"Just stay with it baby. You'll be okay. More than okay, you'll see. I
wouldn't tell you to do anything that was going to hurt you honey!"


I could feel her orgasm starting to build, first as little shakes then
progressing into a full body extension. A loud cry escaped her lips as her
cum washed through her and she finally settled down whimpering and
crying. "That was so good mommy!" she said in little panting gasps. "You
were so right! Please hold me," she muttered urgently, turning in my lap
and wrapping her thin arms around me holding on for dear life.


I rocked her in my arms like that for what seemed hours but was probably
only a few minutes. I was ecstatic with joy and love and kept kissing her
hair over and over again until finally I suggested bed. She looked worried
for a moment but I reassured her I meant my bed or rather, our bed from now
on. Melissa quickly scooted under the covers where I joined her very
shortly. I spooned with her and told her over and over how much I loved her
until I could tell from her gentle breathing that she was asleep. I soon
joined her there too.


EDUCATING MELISSA


Chapter 3


Copyright 2010 by StarSapphire


In the morning I awoke before Melissa and wondered if she'd planned this
all to happen on a Friday night so we didn't have school the next day. I
wouldn't put it past her! But if she thought she could just loll around in
bed all day she was sadly mistaken. But before I woke her up I just sat and
watched for a few minutes her quiet sleeping form beside me, all covered up
to the neck, her long dark curls splayed out on top of the duvet framing
her perfect features. My heart swelled to three times its size as I gazed
down at her, unable to believe my luck or the feelings which coursed
through me. I almost pinched myself to make sure it was all for real. It
was!


"Hey sleepy head," I called to her, shaking her gently by the
shoulder. "It's school time!" I announced to her.


"What?" she answered me groggily. "But it's Saturday!" she whined.


"Not that school my love, our school. Time for another lesson."


"Now?"


"Now," I rejoined "By the way, what lesson is this? I've lost track."  "Six
I think, or maybe seven. I'm not sure. All I know for sure is I've already
done my homework," Melissa giggled.


"Okay, six or maybe seven, that sounds about right. Now into the shower
with me for your next instruction!" I ordered her as a look of sheer
delight crossed her face. Naked and together we headed for the bathroom and
my big shower stall.


After we arrived I quickly adjusted the water to a nice warm temperature
and stepped inside. I took Melissa's hand and led her in beside me.


"I love showers," Melissa said.


"Me too. and you're going to love them even more after this!" I promised
her.


Attempting to hold true to my word I grabbed the soap and began rubbing it
in her shoulders and down her back as she faced me. Going lower, I headed
for virgin territory, the soft cheeks of her cute little bubble butt. I
lingered there rather longer than necessary then slipped the edge of my
palm into her crack only briefly so as not to startle her. I needn't have
worried. Her only reaction was to bend her knees slightly and whimper. Oh
be still my little anal loving heart!


Bending down I worked the soap down her right leg, caressing and kneading
her luscious little thighs and calves before I had her lift up her dainty
foot and let me wash her there. I repeated the same exercise on the other
leg this time starting with her foot and working my way slowly upward until
I reached the apex where her beautiful tight little slit presented itself
to me. I nearly broke down and sank my mouth onto it but I resisted and
began washing her belly and adorable little tits. She sighed as I gently
massaged the soap into her firm young flesh and then finished up where I'd
started at her shoulders.


"Now," I said. "There's just one spot left. Do you want me to continue the
lesson?"


"Yes, please!" Melissa chimed, instantly gleaning out my meaning and
flashing me an adorable smile.


With her permission obtained I moved my hand slowly down her body, pausing
to tweak her hard little nipples before continuing. I played briefly with
her cute belly button which she said tickled in a very strange way before
reaching my prize. Very gently I cupped her small delicate cunt in my hand
before allowing my middle finger to dip into her narrow slit.


"I think this part was out playing last night and got all dirty. She's
going to need a really good washing don't you think?" I whispered into her
ear as the steamy water cascaded around us in torrents.


"Yeah!" Melissa cried. "A really good one!"


With that I began to frig her young pussy using gentle strokes at first but
increasing the pace as I went along. "Time for another lesson." I whispered
in her tender little ear.


"Oh my God, what?" Melissa gasped as my finger danced around her now
protruding little clit.


"An English lesson. I'm going to teach you to use some words you probably
already know but have never used them like I'm going to. First, what I'm
playing with is your cunt. I'm frigging your hot clit and when I put a
finger inside you, like now, I'm finger fucking your hot and oh so tight
cunt baby." Melissa was remarkably tight with no obstructing hymen.


"God, yes Sarah! That so turns me on!"


"And these are your tits baby," I said cupping one in my other hand. "I'm
playing with your soft young tits and fingering your hot hole now baby. Do
you like it?"


"Yes, oh yes!" Melissa cried out. I ordered her to tell me what I was
doing. She caught on quickly.


"You're finger fucking my hot cunt and feeling up my little tits, aren't
you Sarah?"


I was becoming inflamed by this lusty talk and so glad that Melissa was
enjoying it that I began playing with myself too, getting us both off. Her
sweet innocent voice uttering these dirty bedroom words was driving me
crazy with lust. In short order I fingered us both to stunning orgasms,
then held and rocked my baby under the spray of the hot steamy shower.


After catching our breath after that intimate wake up we shampooed our
hair, rinsed off, and dried ourselves off in two of my big fluffy bath
towels. As we were dressing I told Melissa we would eat breakfast out and
then do some shopping. After drying our hair and attending to the rest of
our appearance we boarded my car and headed for the local mall.


After finishing a filling breakfast in the food court I told Melissa that
I' meet her in the Reitman's store in a few minutes, and to see if there
wasn't something there she might like. After we parted I headed for the
jewellery store a short distance away. Inside I found what I wanted having
spotted them on a previous trip. I'd brought along one of Melissa's rings
for size and quickly selected two pure silver rings with Haida First
Nations engraving and had the clerk adjust them to fit us both. They were
very expensive but worth the price I felt.  Putting the two boxes
containing the rings in my purse I went to meet Melissa.


After paying for a top Melissa liked we wandered through a few shops and
bought some make up and personal items before heading for the car. Inside I
couldn't wait to show Melissa what I'd got for us. I took the two ring
boxes from my purse and opened them, showing them to her.


"Do you like them?" I asked her.


The look on Melissa;s face gave me my answer. I took her smaller ring out
of the box and brought up her right hand. I poised the ring at the tip of
her longer middle finger and gently slid it onto her. I thought the choice
of finger to be completely appropriate!


"With this ring I thee wed," I said softly. "Now it's your turn." and I
gave her the ring intended for my finger. A single tear ran down her face
as she took the ring and slid it home on the same finger of my right hand.


"With this ring I thee wed," Melissa repeated in a whisper as her eyes
gazed deeply into mine. A few tears were rolling down my cheeks too at this
point. Gently our lips met in a gentle, loving kiss. Both our hearts were
bursting with joy as I drove us home.


There were more lessons to be sure and some that Melissa taught me,
especially about how to be both `mommy' and lover to her. She was very
patient with me. We went on to a deep committed relationship that remains
as strong today as it was them. But then, Melissa is a very special girl.



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