Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 09:35:37 -0700
From: Sarah lovely <sarahlovely481@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Mrs. Lawrence

	I knew I was gay before I knew what being gay was. I wanted to
marry beautiful princess when I grew up, but pretty quickly I learned that
if I told anyone that, I would be laughed at or scolded. So by the time I
was twelve and beginning to hit puberty, I knew to keep my desires
hidden. I had a couple of friends with whom I compared changing bodies
with, excitedly showing off our growing breasts, and our first pubic
hairs. I wanted to do so much more, but I was too afraid to say anything or
make a move, so nothing much happened.

	When I was twelve I developed a huge crush on my best friend
Shelly's mom, Mrs. Lawrence. She was thirty five, in great shape, with long
blonde hair and an amazing bum that I fell in love with. I always wanted to
go over to her house, rather than have my friend come over to mine, so I
could be closer to Mrs. Lawrence. She started featuring regularly in my
shower time fantasies, and I must have touched myself dozens of times
thinking of her.

	Mrs. Lawrence was always kind to me, though Shelly hated her mom. I
couldn't see why. They were always fighting, and it was usually Shelly's
fault. She was always talking back to her mom, and being rude for no
reason. Mrs. Lawrence even had to spank Shelly for back talk one time when
I was over. It was starting to affect my friendship with Shelly, as I
couldn't understand why she was so mean to her wonderful mom. I kept my
mouth shut, however, because I didn't want Shelly to stop inviting me over.

	In late September, a few weeks after we started grade eight and
turned thirteen, Shelly invited me to a sleepover. Her parents were going
to some work party and wouldn't be home till late, so we were planning on
renting some movies and getting a pizza. I was disappointed that I wouldn't
see much of Mrs. Lawrence that night, but movies and pizza would be fun
too. Plus, Shelly said she had a surprise for me.

	My dad dropped me off at Shelly's house at 6.30. I went inside and
Shelly's parents were getting ready to head out for the night. "Hello
Mrs. Lawrence," I said. "You look beautiful!" She was wearing this great
gown, had her hair up in curls and was wearing a necklace and pearl
earrings.

	"Thanks Amanda, and how many times do I have to ask you to call me
Bonnie?" She laughed. "You and Shelly have fun! There's money on the
counter for pizza. Don't stay up too late, we should be home by
midnight. Shelly is up in her room, why don't you go say hi?" With that she
and her husband left. I watched her go, admiring her bum, which I think she
noticed as she looked at me in the hallway mirror. Blushing like mad, I ran
up the stairs to Shelly's room.

	Shelly was blaring One Direction when I got there, but she turned
it off as soon as I arrived and hopped off her bed to give me a hug.

	"So what's the surprise?" I asked her.

	She looked at me very seriously and said, "You have to promise not
to tell."

	I rolled my eyes at her. "Duh. Now tell me!"

	Shelly went over to her dresser, and grabbed something from the top
drawer. "Check it out!" She said, and showed me what she had. There was a
bottle of rum and a ziplock bag with a couple of joints in it.

	"Is that weed? Where did you get that?"

	"My boyfriend," Shelly said with a big smile.

	"You have a boyfriend? Since when? Why didn't you tell me!"

	"'Cause it's a secret, duh. He's 22, so he can buy booze and
stuff."

	"Eww, gross, that's almost ten years older than you!" I told
her. "Do you guys have sex and stuff?"

	"He took my virginity over the summer, and I give him a blowjob
every time I see him. He's sweet, and so much nicer than guys our age. Plus
he got me rum and weed!" Shelly could tell I wasn't convinced, but just
shrugged. "Come on, lets go make rum and cokes and order pizza!"

	We went down to the kitchen and Shelly mixed up a pair of pretty
strong rum and cokes while I ordered the pizza. We headed over to the
living room and browsed Netflix for a bit, eventually deciding on 21 Jump
Street. We just started when the doorbell rang for the pizza. Shelly jumped
up to get it, but before she left the room she winked at me and said,
"Watch this!"

	She quickly pulled off her shirt, and got rid of her bra. I stared
at her 30 AA tits topped by puffy pink nipples until she put her shirt back
on half a second later. Her shirt was tight and thin enough that I could
still make out every detail. "I hope the pizza boy likes the tip!" she
said, her nipples tightening up and poking out of her shirt even more as
she said it.

	I followed Shelly to the door, partially to see the pizza boy's
reaction, partially to keep looking at Shelly's tits, though I was trying
to be discrete about it. I don't think she noticed. Shelly opened the door
and I burst out laughing. The pizza 'boy' was a fat woman who must have
been at least thirty. She saw me laughing, then took a look at Shelly and
figured it out. "Expecting your boyfriend?" she asked, shaking her head at
Shelly's barley hidden tits. Shelly's face turned bright pink, and she
slammed the door in the woman's face almost before managing to hand over
the cash and get our pizza.

	"I don't think she liked the tip," I said, holding my sides I was
laughing so hard.

	"Shut up!" Shelly said, still blushing like crazy. "She's probably
a fat dyke who is fingering herself already."

	That shut down my laughter. I hadn't told anyone that I was a
lesbian. Shelly, like most of the other girls at school, was always talking
about how gross dykes and lesbos were and accusing less popular girls of
being queer. I made myself stop staring at her boobs so I wouldn't give
myself away.

	The pizza and the movie were good, and we kept drinking rum and
cokes until the bottle was finished. It wasn't that big - Shelly called it
a 'mickey' - but it was enough that we were both pretty tipsy by the time
the movie was over. I was starting to have a lot of trouble not sneaking
glances at Shelly's tits, but she was too drunk to notice.

	"Let's smoke a joint before the next movie!" Shelly declared,
standing up and stumbling over to the table where she left the baggie with
the weed.

	"In here?" I asked. "Won't your parent's smell it?"

	"No stupid, we'll smoke it outside in the backyard. Come on!"
Shelly also grabbed the empty bottle of rum and a pack of her mom's
cigarettes from the kitchen. We stumbled outside, leaning on each other
from time to time. I was really dizzy from the rum. It was my first time
getting drunk. Shelly left me on the deck and ran up to the fence, then
threw the rum bottle into the alley. "Disposing of evidence!" she giggled.

	We sat down at the outside table the Lawrence's had in their
backyard, and Shelly took one of the joints from the ziplock. "How do we
smoke it?" I asked.

	"Just do what I do," Shelly said, then stuck one end in her
mouth. She used one of her mom's lighters to get a flame, then held it to
the end of the joint. She puffed on it a few times to get it going, then
inhaled deeply, took the joint from her mouth and held her breath for about
five seconds. Then she broke out coughing, a big puff of stinky smoke
coming out every time she did. She handed me the joint as she recovered
from her coughing fit, and I looked at it suspiciously.

	"Give it a try! It feels really good, and the coughing isn't that
bad. Just take a deep puff, and hold it for as long as you can." I steeled
up my nerves, and did what Shelly told me. The joint smelled like a
combination of pine trees and someone's butt, but I wasn't going to chicken
out. Everyone (aside from the stupid anti-drug stuff at school) said it was
fun, and I didn't want Shelly to think I was a wimp. I did like Shelly told
me, and took a long drag. I handed the joint back to her as I held my
breath. I was proud of myself that I held it for at least six seconds,
longer than Shelly, before I broke out into a coughing fit of my own.

	We finished the joint like that, passing it back and forth,
coughing madly each time, which got funnier and funnier as we smoked more
of the joint. After the joint was done, Shelly threw the last unsmokable
bit of it in the alley after the rum bottle. When she sat back down, I was
staring up at the sky, rolling my head around on my shoulders and enjoying
the sensation of being stoned. Shelly took a cigarette and lit it up, the
slid the pack and the lighter over to me.

	"It's supposed to make the high better," she told me, so I started
smoking one of my own.

	We sat out on the deck, smoking and gossiping. All the rum and coke
was starting to make me have to go pee, but I was having too much fun to
head inside. Then Shelly said something really funny about one of the girls
in our class and her terrible BO, and I couldn't hold it in any more. I was
laughing like crazy, and suddenly my bladder just let go. I couldn't stop
it, and it just kept going and going.

	"Gross!" Shelly yelled. "You're getting pee everywhere!"

	I wasn't, really, it just soaked through my jeans and left me
sitting in a puddle of piss. I was lucky as I wasn't wearing my shoes, as
the pee even ran down my pant legs and got my socks wet. Fortunately the
deck chair was plastic, so the pee didn't soak in. For some reason I
thought it was hilarious and just kept laughing, while Shelly declared,
"Something's wrong with you. Let's get this cleaned up before my parents
get home. Stay here, I'll get you a towel."

	Shelly ran into the house, and I managed to stop laughing. I
striped off my now soaked jeans, socks, and panties. Shelly came back out
with a towel and a plastic garbage bag. She held them out to me with one
hand, and held her nose with the other. "You smell like pee. Dry yourself
off, then go toss your stuff in the laundry, I'll hose off the deck."

	Shelly seemed a lot more together than I was, she must have been
more used to the rum and weed. I kept giggling as I dried my legs with the
towel. When I got to my crotch with its almost invisible tuft of hair the
towel felt so good that I let out a small moan and kept rubbing for a
second, before I remembered where I was. I quickly looked up, but
fortunately Shelly was grabbing the hose and not looking, so she didn't see
me. I tossed all of my stuff into the plastic bag, and headed inside to
throw it in the laundry. On the way downstairs I grabbed my backpack so I
could put on my pj's.

	When I got to the laundry room, I tossed my wet clothes and the
towel into the laundry and started it up. There was also a big bin of what
looked like Mrs. Lawrence's laundry in the room, and curiosity got the
better of me. I started rummaging around in it, until I hit paydirt. There
was a pair of Mrs. Lawrence's panties. They were blue lacy boy shorts, and
looked so sexy. I pulled them out to take a better look. There was a faint
brown mark at the back that I decided to ignore, but in the crotch it was
all crusty. It looked like my panties after I had been horny all day.

	Between the panties and the rub with the towel earlier, I was
suddenly as horny as I had ever been. I held the panties to my face and
tried to smell Mrs. Lawrence on them. The smell was pretty faint, but I
could smell her vagina. I slid my other hand into my pajama bottoms and
started rubbing myself again. I was already a bit damp, so I ran my finger
up my slit to get it wet, and started to play with my button. It was
starting to feel really good, and I took another big sniff of
Mrs. Lawrence's panties, when suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs.

	"You ok down there?" Shelly called.

	"Ya," I yelled back, yanking my hand out of my pants. "Just putting
on my pjs. Be up in a sec."

	Disappointed that my rubbing was cut short, I stuffed
Mrs. Lawrence's panties into my backpack and headed back upstairs. Since
Mrs. Lawrence and her husband would be getting home soon, we decided to go
to bed. I was sleeping in my sleeping bag on a blowup mattress in Shelly's
room while she slept in her bed. We talked and giggled for a while, and I
made her swear not to tell anyone about my accident before she rolled over
and started snoring.

	I was still really worked up from the rum, the weed, and
Mrs. Lawrence's panties. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep, but I didn't
want to do anything with Shelly in the room. I would die if she caught me
rubbing myself. I slipped out of my sleeping bag, and grabbed my
backpack. I left Shelly's room as quietly as I could and went to the
bathroom down the hall. Once inside, I closed the door behind me and turned
on the light. Taking Mrs. Lawrence's panties out of my backpack I held them
to my nose again, trying to take in her smell.

	At this point I was so worked up that there was only one thing to
do. I had been playing with myself for almost a year, but I had never been
quite this worked up before. Taking off my pajama pants I could still
faintly smell my pee, along with the scent of my vagina, but I didn't
care. I took off my shirt so I was completely naked. My nipples were hard
as they had ever been, standing out from my practically nonexistent
boobies. Sitting down on the toilet I held the panties to my face with one
hand while the other started to stroke my vaj. Sliding a finger from the
bottom of my slit to the top, the wetness surprised me. I had never been
this wet before. I could even feel some of my juice slide down from my vaj
onto my butthole, which tickled a little but felt good.

	I started rubbing faster and faster on my button, occasionally
dipping my finger down to slide a little inside. I kept smelling
Mrs. Lawrence's panties. It was then that an even dirtier thought crossed
my mind. I reluctantly took my hand from my crotch, and stretched the
panties between my hands so that I could lick the crotch. In all honesty
the taste wasn't that great, mostly like sweat and a little bit like fart
when my tongue went over the light brown streak, but there will still hints
of Mrs. Lawrence's vagina. Unable to keep my hand away from my crotch any
longer, I stuffed the panties completely into my mouth and started sucking
on them. One hand flew back to my vaj and started rubbing furiously at my
button while the other started to squeeze gently on my right boob.

	It was then that the door opened, and Mrs. Lawrence stood there
looking at me. I hadn't heard them get home. She looked at me, naked and
sitting on the toilet with legs spread, hand on my vaj and her panties in
my mouth. I froze, and couldn't think of anything to do or say. She crossed
her arms and looked at me for what felt like years, and I didn't move.

	"Keep going," Mrs. Lawrence said eventually, with an unreadable
look on her face. I was still too frightened to move. "Now, slut!" she
snapped, and I instantly began furiously rubbing my button again.

	Mrs. Lawrence kept looking into my eyes as I played with the little
nub at the top of my slit, and I couldn't look away. I couldn't imagine
what she was thinking. I was lost in a haze of arousal, sucking on this
beautiful woman's dirty underwear as she watched me play with
myself. Within seconds I had the biggest orgasm of my life, squeezing my
thighs so tightly around my hand that I was afraid it might break, letting
out a loud moan only partially stifled by the panties in my
mouth. Mrs. Lawrence watched me the whole time.

	When my post orgasm shudders finally stopped, she sniffed the air,
said, "Smells like piss and cunt in here," then turned around and left,
shutting the door behind her.

	The next morning when Shelly and I woke up and came down for
breakfast, Mrs. Lawrence was in the kitchen cooking. "Good morning
girls. Did you two have fun last night? You were both asleep by the time we
got home," she said as she made us pancakes.

	"Ya," Shelly said as she sat down. "The pizza was good and we
watched a movie. Nothing too exciting."

	I was confused. Was Mrs. Lawrence pretending that she hadn't caught
me with her panties last night? I didn't say anything, just sat down and
started eating.

	"I found some of your clothes in the wash Amanda. I tossed them
into the dryer. Did you have an accident?" Mrs. Lawrence asked me. I felt
my face turn bright red as I remembered peeing my jeans the night before.

	"Amanda just spilt some coke on her pants, so we decided to wash
them," Shelly said. She had clearly thought of an excuse in advance.

	"No problem. They should be ready before you go home dear,"
Mrs. Lawrence said and served me some pancakes. I was too confused and
frightened to say anything and just ate in silence, staring at my plate.

	When we had all finished breakfast, Mrs. Lawrence said, "Why don't
you do the dishes Shelly, and I'll get Amanda her clothes so she can get
changed before her dad picks her up."

	Shelly let out a theatrical sigh, but started clearing the table. I
didn't move until Mrs. Lawrence got to the door of the kitchen, looked back
at me and said, "Come along Amanda. We don't want to send you home in your
pajamas."

	Reluctantly, I got up from the table and followed
her. Mrs. Lawrence went down the stairs to the laundry room, then and
closed the door after us as soon as I entered. She looked me up and down
while I stood there, staring at the floor.

	"You didn't spill coke on yourself, did you?" she asked me.

	I kept looking at my feet as I answered, "No. I had an accident."

	"That's what I thought after I smelt you last night. You smelled
like piss and dirty pussy. In fact," Mrs. Lawrence said as she leaned over
so her face was right next to mine, and sniffed, "you still do."

	My face turned bright red from embarrassment, and I managed to say,
"Please don't tell anyone. I won't do it again, I promise!" I was almost
crying.

	"Shhh," she said, and started stroking my face. "I won't tell
anyone if you don't. Now, let's get you dressed." She walked over to the
dryer and pulled my clothes out. She looked at me expectantly, and after a
few seconds said, a little impatiently, "What are you waiting for? Strip."

	For a second I was too stunned to do anything, then I began taking
off my clothes, still looking at the floor. I could feel Mrs. Lawrence's
eyes on my naked body. She slowly walked over to me, carrying my panties
fresh from the dryer in her hand. When she bent over and kissed me softly
on my mouth, I almost fainted from shock. I stood there trembling as the
kiss continued, and I felt her run my panties, still warm from the dryer,
over my small breasts. Then she moved her hand lower and began rubbing the
mound between my legs, still using my panties. I felt myself getting
incredibly wet down there from a combination of fear and arousal. She
pushed the lips of my slit apart, and ran the panties up and down a few
times, then began to rub the button at the top.

	Mrs. Lawrence's mouth opened, and I felt her tongue pressing
against my lips. I opened my mouth, and her tongue slipped inside. I moaned
into her mouth as she kept rubbing me with her panty covered fingers. I
didn't know what to do, and stood there trembling like a
leaf. Mrs. Lawrence's other hand came up to my chest and started to
pinching my nipples one at a time. It hurt a little bit, but at the same
time felt amazing. I'm not sure how long the kissing, rubbing and pinching
went on for. It felt like years, but it couldn't have been more than a few
minutes when I felt a familiar wave start in my button and wash over me.

	I moaned even louder into Mrs. Lawrence's mouth and my knees
buckled. Mrs. Lawrence broke the kiss as I slide to the floor. She looked
down at me, then showed me my panties. They were blue and white striped,
and now I could see that they were damp from where she had rubbed me.

	"Since you stole a pair of my dirty panties, I think I'll keep
these," she said. Then she turned and opened the door to leave the laundry
room. Looking back over her shoulder, she told me, "You should get dressed
quickly, otherwise Shelly might come looking for you."

	I lay there on the floor for another minute, trying to process what
had happened. Finally I stood up and got dressed - without my panties. I
went back upstairs and watched some tv in a daze while I waited for my dad
to come pick me up.