Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 23:10:35 +0100 (BST)
From: Elisha Wentenworth <elishawentenworth@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Ms. Starten's Apartment Chapter 2

Ms. Starten's Apartment Chapter 2
by Elisha Wentenworth

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If you under 18 and/or are offended by loving and consensual relationships
between women and girls, do not read any farther.
--

	The next morning I woke up looking at the tall ceiling with
two layers of thick blankets piled on top of me. A fine layer of sweat
clung between the sheets and my back, and despite sleeping until it
was well into the morning, I felt very tired, not refreshed at all. I
was in the big bed all by myself, still naked from cuddling with Jess.

	It didn't seem all that weird anymore thinking about Ms.
Starten as Jess. She was my best friend, not just my teacher. And what
she had done to me on the toilet last night made me think of her in a
whole new, very personal light.

	I pushed the blankets aside and rolled out of the bed and onto
my feet. I looked around the room for a set of my pajamas, put them on,
and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Jess was sitting in the
kitchen reading a magazine from behind her thick black glasses. She
smiled at me as I walked by.

	In the bathroom I stared at the toilet seat for a long time.
Was what I let Ms. Starten do to me last night wrong? It had felt so
good, and all I knew was that I wanted to be a woman. I didn't want to
be a kid anymore. I brushed my teeth hurriedly and went to the kitchen.

	"Good morning, Elisha," said Jess when I entered.

	"Morning, Miss, err... Jess." I tried to smile as I stumbled.

	Jess laughed and put down her magazine. She outstretched her arms
and motioned for me to come to her. I ran into her arms and hugged her
tightly. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me to her chest.
I felt her round breasts digging into my underdeveloped rack. Her reddish-
brown hair smelled of a sweet shampoo that had hints of herbs and spices.
A few stray curly wisps floated across my face, and I shivered at the
sensation. I pulled my head back and stared at Jess' face. She was young
for a grown-up, I knew that, but she was so much older than me.

	"How old are you, Jess?" I asked.

	"Twenty-four." Her large brown eyes regarded me. They twinkled in
the light of the kitchen.

	I didn't respond, but just kept staring at her face. It made me
feel so secure, so happy; she practically radiated an aura of peaceful
bliss. Then suddenly, while I was lost in my thoughts, Jess leaned forward
and planted her lips against mine. Caught off guard, I half-choked before
I managed to start breathing out of my nose.

	The sensation was heaven. Her lips were warm and moist, and pressed
against mine firmly. She let out a content purr, then after a few moments,
released me. She removed her warm hands from inside the backs of my pajama
pants. What? When had she done that? I had been so entranced, so captivated
that I didn't even notice.

	"You hungry, darling?" asked Jess, standing from her chair. She was
wearing a set of pajamas that looked a lot like mine, only hers were a bright
pink hue and mine were white. She turned to face the living room and I stared
at her back.

	"A little, not very much," I responded, and meant it. I really wasn't
very hungry at all. I felt butterflies bouncing up and down in my stomach.

	"Okay, well, neither am I. Wanna watch some TV before lunch? It's
Saturday; is there something you usually watch?"


	"I don't watch a lot of TV," I responded truthfully. I felt myself
blushing when Jess turned around and caught me staring at her.

	"Alright, then," she said slowly. "By the way, Elisha, dear," she then
added. "What I did to you last night, you liked it, right? I don't want to make
you uncomfortable or hurt you." She stared at me through her thick glasses,
and I thought she wore a slightly concerned expression.

	"Oh, Jess," I said. "You know I loved it. It was heaven." It really
had been. My vagina was still somewhat sore from my first orgasm but I felt
so, so content.

	Her faced loosened and she let loose a smile. "Wonderful. You're
becoming a woman, now, Elisha. Isn't this wonderful? Today, later, we can
make it official."

	"I can't wait," I replied, blushing again. I felt my stomach
flutter momentarily as Jess looked at me, sweeping my body up and down with
that wonderful face of hers. Those intelligent glasses, cute perky smile,
and flowing auburn hair made me swallow my heart.

	Jess padded into the living room in her bare feet, and threw
herself onto the long sofa, sinking into a pile of pillows. She stretched
her mouth open in a tremendous yawn. I followed her in quietly, my blood
pounding in my ears. I still felt sweat clinging to my back from the bed,
and now cold beads dotted my face.

	I stood in front of the sofa for a moment, then sat down too. Jess
closed her yawning mouth with a snap and sat up, pulling a pillow to her
chest. "Elisha," she said. "You ever hear of a lesbian?"

	I was taken aback at her straightforwardness. A lesbian? That
forbidden word, something whispered quietly in the locker rooms, never
spoken of out loud, never fully comprehended. "S-sort of," I mumbled,
looking down at my glittered toenails. I liked glitter on my nails. I guess
in that way I was a lot like the other girls my age.

	"Sort of?" asked Jess slyly. She slid herself across the sofa and
cuddled up to me. I could see the lace of her panties as she bent down to
drop the pillow that had been on her lap. "What kinds of stuff have you
heard?"

	"N-nothing good, really," I said. What was she getting at about
lesbians?  What would make her talk about that word that we used as an
insult? Then it hit me.  Was Jess a lesbian? Was that... Oh God no. Was
what I let her do to me last night...  no. It couldn't be. It had felt so
right.

	"Nothing good?" asked Jess, her faint smile growing. She rested her
head against my underdeveloped breasts and purred to me quietly. "I'm a
lesbian, Jess."

	"Wh-what?" I almost stood up right there, even though I could smell
Jess' herb shampoo and feel her soft cheek kissing the front of my
neck. "But it's a bad thing, right? Being a lesbian?"

	"No, not at all, Elisha," cooed Jess. "What would make you say
that? Do you know what it is to be one?"

	"I don't know," I admitted. "But every girl at school says it's
something bad, and we use it as an insult. But we only whisper it. No one
wants to get in trouble."

	"A lesbian is a girl who is interested in other girls, honey" said
Jess in a breathy voice, her head resting more firmly and more completely
on my chest.

	"Oh," I said. "But, if that's you--" I felt tears welling in my
eyes. "--then that's me too. Everyone hates me already." My shoulders
started shaking.

	Jess raised her glowing face from my trembling body. "Oh, darling
Elisha."  Her eyes looked pained. "It's not like that at all. Those girls,
they're mean as devils, and hate you for who you are. They're superficial
and heartless. Don't mind them. Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing, even
if they'll make fun of you."

	I still felt scared, felt like the world was pushing down on me,
felt like a thousand eyes were watching, but I stopped crying. It made
sense. It would all be fine so long as Jess was my friend.

	"But don't tell your parents yet," cautioned Jess, her huge brown
eyes sucking up my attention. "Sometimes they don't understand. She looked
down for a moment, her smile fading. "Mine didn't."

	"I'm sorry," I said, trying to put on the best comforting voice I
could. It was hard after just crying; I still was trembling and my voice
came out wavering with uncertainty.

	"It's okay," said Jess, raising her head again. "I have you now. My
little angel. My darling Elisha. Oh, how I adore you." She leaned her head
against my chest again. I felt her hands running slowly along my back. I
felt a light-headed sensation surge through my mind and euphoria overtook
me. This was so right.

	I let the tension ease from my shoulders, and after wiping some
stray tears from my cheeks, I wrapped my arms around Jess' pajamaed
waist. My hands ran everywhere; I was no longer in control. I forced them
up the back of her shirt, ran them along the frilly lace of her bra, and
traced the bony contours of her spine. She let loose a quiet murmur in my
ear. I shivered.

	Her hands danced all along my back, then plunged into the rear of
my pajama bottoms. She pried her fingers underneath my butt-cheeks even
though I was seated, and started wriggling her fingers in a wild tickling
fashion. I burst into laughter, and with a jolt that made me lose my grip
on her back, I half-rose to my feet. Jess pushed me back down onto the sofa
and climbed on top of me. I burst into giggles and she cast a shining smile
upon my beaming face.

	Her lips landed on mine with a loud smack. She struck again and
again, pecking my face all over with wet kisses. I was laughing so hard I
was out of breath.  As if sensing my predicament, she then raised her head
and hung suspended above me for what seemed an eternity, her own giggles
bubbling forth from her lungs like a waterfall. Her teeth were pure white,
like the ivory tusks of an elephant, and her tongue rolled back and forth
in her mouth like a fleshy strawberry. She was so beautiful.

	My giggling slowed and so did hers. She lashed out like a
viper. Her mouth frolicked over my neck, and I could feel her warm breath
everywhere. She began unbuttoning my pajama shirt frantically; I felt her
hands trembling. I looked into her face for an instant as she briefly came
up for air from her kissing assault.  Her eyes had a voracity to them, a
deep, raw kind of hunger that seemed it would never be satisfied. The last
few buttons of my shirt came undone and Jess tore the soft pajama top off
my torso in a gentle but firm flourish. The room felt cold for a moment,
but Jess' body against mine soon heated my now-exposed chest.

	Her mouth worked its way down to my young round breasts; I hadn't
bothered putting on a bra when I woke up. Her perky pair of red lips
wrapped around my left nipple. Warmth oozed from her mouth into my breast,
and I let forth an involuntary "Oh my God." I felt her tongue swirling
around the nipple. It began to harden and I couldn't help but squirm under
the weight of Jess' body.

	Her teeth scraped against the nipple briefly, and she raised her
head and said, "I'm sorry."

	"Oh my God, Jess. It's ok. Just--" I spoke in haggard
breaths. "--Just don't stop, please. Keep going." I closed my eyes and
leaned my head against a pillow on the sofa. I felt the humid warmth of her
mouth encompass my nipple again. I bit my lower lip and clenched my eyes
even more tightly.

	Jess worked her mouth all over my other nipple, then sat up from my
chest.  She was straddling my pajama-clad hips with her own pajama-clad
hips. "Elisha, will you do something for me now? This can't be one-way
forever, you know."

	"I'll do whatever you want," I breathed. "Whatever."

	"Good," smiled Jess. She pulled her legs off my body, and leaned
back on the sofa. "Stand up, darling, will you?" I stood from the sofa.

	She slid her body forward, her legs stretched low on the floor
below the sofa.  With a swoosh of silk, she then pulled her pajama pants
from her long legs, kicking them to the floor in a misshapen pile. She was
wearing the same panties as last night -- blue with frilly white lace on the
edges. Within moments they were on the floor too, revealing Jess' round
bottom and jungle of auburn pubic hair.

	She told me to get on my knees, so I did. I was in a trance from
the pleasure I had been feeling; I would have literally done anything she
asked me to do. She wiggled her bottom a bit off the edge of the sofa and
told me to put my head between her legs. I slowly moved my face toward her
private area, unsure of how to do things. What if I did something wrong and
made Jess mad? What if she would never do this with me again?

	As if reading my mind, Jess said, "Don't worry, dear. It's
fine. Take your time."

	I did. Her vagina smelled of a creamy glue-like aroma; it wasn't
necessarily unpleasant, but I wasn't used to it. I pushed my face closer
and closer, until my nose was touching her pubic hair and my mouth was
gently resting on her slit. She had so much hair down there, so much more
than I had.

	"Put your tongue inside my girl place. Take your time." Her voice
was kind and comforting, and she told me that if I didn't want to do this
now we could wait. But I wanted to prove myself to Jess, and I loved her. I
wanted to give something back.

	I pushed my tongue slowly through her slit. It tasted rich and
acrid at the same time, and I felt a sexual tingling between my own
thighs. I felt Jess' one leg brush against my cheek as she stirred with a
slight groan. The bottom of her pajama shirt slid briefly across the top of
my face as she moved. "Wiggle it around, feel for a tiny lump," she said in
an airy voice.

	I swirled my tongue around, probing inside her vagina. I felt
myself getting turned on even more the longer I explored her privates with
my mouth. I breathed heavily through my nose as I sucked, the air smelling
strongly of soap, no doubt from her shower last night.  Her auburn pubic
hair tickled my nose as I breathed, and I started laughing, stifling myself
a moment later to continue.

	Jess placed her hands on either side of my face and let loose a
tremendous moan. I raised my eyes, catching Jess' face on the edge of my
vision. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes were clenched tight, and
she was biting down on her lower lip. I refocused on her vagina and
continuing my quest for a little lump. My tongue gently searched her
vagina, this way and that, Jess stirring with every movement. I was
controlling her. She was like my puppet; I would press with my tongue, and
she would twist her body in pleasure.

	I found the bump with the tip of my tongue. It was a little raised
area and when my tongue slid over it, Jess' entire body shook like an
earthquake. She called it her clit and said I was her best student
ever. Pride swelled inside me and I ran my tongue over her clit again and
again and again and again. Aftershocks of the earthquake screamed through
her body, and she let forth a scream that shook the floor of the apartment.

	Jess' vagina started contracting around my tongue, and I felt
liquids rushing into my mouth and over my face. I was so surprised that I
fell backwards, onto my butt. The juices tasted bitter and sweet at the
same time, and I still felt very aroused. Jess' body went limp after a few
seconds, and she collapsed back onto the sofa on her back. She was cooing
quietly between sniffles, saying my name again and again. She was crying.

	"Elisha, Elisha, sweet sweet Elisha. I love you, Elisha. Darling
Elisha."

	I didn't know what to say. I swallowed hard, the bitter-sweet
juices running down my throat into my belly. I stood up, crawled onto the
sofa, and wiggled my way on top of Jess. Her body was longer than mine, but
I crawled up until I was looking in her face. There were tears glittering
on her pretty flushed cheeks, and her hair was wild, laying around her head
like a spidery halo. She sniffled noisily when she met my eyes.

	"I love you with all my heart, Elisha." Jess' eyes were wavering
under a sheet of water.  I started crying too and kissed her gently on the
lips. She kissed me back and we cuddled on the sofa in our half-removed
pajamas for a long, long time.

	When we looked at the time again, it was noon, and we were
hungry. Jess made us sandwiches in the kitchen, and she told me that after
lunch she had a big surprise for me, something that I had asked for last
night. One word flashed through my mind as I chewed my lunch quietly.

	Popped.


Hey, everyone! I was literally overwhelmed by the positive responses I got
from chapter 1, and hope you all thoroughly enjoyed chapter 2 as much. I
would like to thank everyone for the e-mails; they make me feel so great in
knowing that my story was appreciated. So, please send more comments! I can
still be reached at elishawentenworth@yahoo.co.uk
  - Elisha