Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 08:18:27 -0700
From: Alex Henderson <alexh2@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: My New Student

After the divorce, prompted by my catching my husband in bed with my
`supposed" best friend, I had thrown myself almost nonstop into my job as a
high school teacher. Even at that it was times like this, standing if front
of my full length mirror that I thought to myself why. The woman who looked
back at me was, I thought, attractive, even pretty by most standards. My
blonde hair was long and healthy. It framed a heart shaped face highlighted
by bright blue eyes. Those eyes now traveled down to take in my 36 D
breasts that were at present tightly encased and somewhat disguised by a
tight bra and very conservative white blouse. My shapely long legs were
covered to just below my knee by an equally conservative blue skirt. Why,
again the question, why had Bill felt it necessary to go to Monica for sex?
I shook my head trying to clear it of the horrible memories and prepared
for another day of teaching.
     As I sat behind my desk waiting for my first class to start, I
realized that for the first time in months I was actually experiencing the
signs of sexual desire. My feelings had been so numbed by my discovery and
divorce that I hadn't felt "horny" for what seemed like an eternity. Why
this was happening now, I had no idea. My reverie was interrupted by the
bell signaling the students to move to their first class. Almost
immediately my classroom started to fill with students.
     I was halfway through my third period class when it happened. I was
behind my desk doing some paperwork, when a soft voice interrupted me.
"Excuse me, Ms. Wright?" I looked up into eyes that were large and dark
brown. "Are you Ms. Wright?" a lovely young Hispanic student asked me.
     "Ah, oh, yes, yes of course," I stammered, "may I help you?"
     "I'm a new student," the beautiful young girl continued, handing me a
schedule as she did so.
     "Oh I see." I took the schedule from her hand and studied the
information. It told me that her name was Gabriela Ponce and she had
transferred to my school from another school in our district. It also told
me that she was receiving an A in English, my class, when she had left.
"Well this is very impressive Gabriela."
     "Thank you, Ms. Wright," that soft voice again her eyes lowering
slightly in what I was to realize later I mistook for shyness.
     I looked past her to the rest of the class and saw that the only open
seat I had available was directly in front of my desk. "You can sit here
Gabriela," I motioned to the desk. The next few minutes were spent
explaining to my new student what we were doing in class. After I was
convinced that she knew what to do, I left Gabriela to work on the
assignment with the rest of the class and returned to my desk and my
paperwork. A few minutes later for some reason I glanced up from my work,
as my eyes moved up from the paper I was grading, they stared directly at
the panty-covered crotch of my new student. Instinctively, my eyes shot
back down to the paper in front of me. My mind raced over what I had seen.
Gabriela was wearing one of those tight jean skirts that the students wore.
Apparently, as she concentrated on her work, she had allowed her thighs to
fall open exposing the band of her panties between her legs. For some
reason, as yet unknown to me, I felt compelled to raise my eyes again.
There it was again! A thin band of pink satin cloth peeked back at me
between the lean, dark thighs of the young student. I thought I must be
imagining things but the thighs seemed to be spread wider now. I squirmed
in my chair. I was shocked, not at the sight of the girl's panties, but at
my reaction to it. I felt a stirring in my stomach that I knew from past
experience was the beginning of sexual arousal! My eyes went back down to
the paper as I tried to regain my composure. I had never; never in my life
felt sexual attraction to another female. Not ever. You know how girls
always talk about "experimenting" in college? Well not me, not Jennifer
Wright. I had never had a single lesbian thought. And now this, and not
only that, it was a student, the ultimate taboo for any teacher, male or
female.
     For several minutes I tried to concentrate on the English essay in
front of me. It was no use the words in front of me blurred and ceased to
make any sense. All I could think of was the spectacle in front of me. Were
her legs still spread? Had she noticed and corrected her position. I had to
know. I had to look. Slowly, without even moving my head, my eyes lifted
from my desk, slowly they moved up from her sandal-covered feet to her
slender ankles and calves. Oh my God, there it was and now there was no
mistaking it, Gabriela's knees had fallen even further apart. I could see
her entire crotch and the elastic that held the band tight against her
skin. I also felt my own crotch starting to moisten in reaction to this
intoxicating sight. Suddenly, Gabriela's legs spread even wider I could now
not only see the crotch band of the panties but the thin strips of dark
skin between the panties and the tops of the young girl's thighs. My eyes
rose higher and immediately shot back to the desk. The girl had been
looking right at me! I had been caught! I could feel my face reddening as I
stared a hole through the desk. As I got over my shock, I continued to look
down, but my mind started to piece together what I had seen when I had
looked up at Gabriela's face. Now, with a slightly clearer mind I thought
that the girl had been smiling at me. No, I thought, that couldn't have
been, it had all happened so fast. It was my imagination. I mind now
shifted to try and figure out what I was going to do when the bell rang.
When I finally got the nerve to look up, all the students had left. Maybe
she didn't even notice, I thought. Maybe I'm blowing this totally out of
proportion. Well, whatever had happened, or I had imagined happening, I was
glad that the next period was my free period and I had about 2 hours before
my last class of the day. My eyes went back down to the pile of ungraded
papers on my desk.
     After a few minutes, I was back into my work then a shadow fell over
her desk and the voice was there.
     "Ms. Wright?" the voice was so soft and sweet but it chilled me to the
bone. Slowly my eyes lifted and took in the lovely, seemingly innocent face
of Gabriela Ponce.
     "Yes Gabriela?" I fought to keep my composure.
     "Ms. Wright I have a free period and I was wondering if I could stay
here to study?"
     "Why, ah yes, I guess so," I stammered.
     "Thank you," said the girl politely as she slid into the desk directly
in front of me.
     My eyes went back to my papers. My heart was beating a millions miles
a minute. I was feeling tremendous relief. The girl's presence was a little
disconcerting, but the fact that she was back must mean that she had not
noticed me looking at her earlier. Certainly if she had noticed, she would
have run to the principal or at the very least stayed away. My thoughts
were interrupted.
     "Ms Wright?"
     My eyes rose and I nearly fell over in my chair. Gabriela Ponce, my
new student was sitting in her desk directly in front of me. Her legs were
now spread obscenely wide and the fingers of her left hand were moving
lazily between her legs grazing the red satin material covering her teen
age pussy.
     "You were watching me today weren't you?" the fingers continuing to
move drawing my eyes to them. "Weren't you?" she persisted.
     "No.I mean no, of course not, you must be mistaken," my first instinct
was to deny my earlier actions but her eyes could not leave the girl's
fingers.
     "I'm not mistaken Ms Wright. I saw you, both times," she laughed
softly.
     I didn't know what to do. I made a quick decision that honesty was
best. "Yes, yes, I did. I know it was wrong, but it's just that you
surprised me."
     Again the soft laugh, "Oh you may have been surprised the first time,
but the second time, you looked because you liked it. You still like it.
You haven't been able to take your eyes off me this whole time we have been
talking. Ms. Wright, you have a choice. You either do what I tell you, or I
go straight to the principal and tell him how you were ogling me in class
and how you called me in here to try and seduce me."
     I was shocked, "you, you wouldn't do that. And even if you did, Mr.
Vaughn would never believe you."
     Again the soft, sweet voice, "Oh I think he would, Mr. Vaughn strikes
me as an uptight guy who would do anything to avoid a major scandal.
     My shoulders sank. I knew the girl was right. I had tried to bluff and
had been caught by her newest student. "What do you want?" I suspected
money to be the answer, I just wasn't sure of the amount.
     "Ms. Wright I want you to move your chair out from behind you desk and
sit here in front of me."
     I hesitated, confused by the strange request.
     "Ms. Wright, I suggest you do what I say," the voice was still soft,
but there was a definite edge to it now.
     I moved my chair in front of Gabriela's desk and sat back down.
     "Now I want you to watch me Ms. Wright." The young girl's fingers now
went back to her panties and started to rub her pussy through the material.
"Do you like watching me Ms. Wright?"
     "Yes," My voice was barely audible.
     "I said do you like watching me?" the girl demanded.
     "Yes," I said more loudly.
     "Tell me," Gabriela's voice was huskier now as she continued playing
with herself in front of her teacher.
     "I like watching you," I said grudgingly, but truthfully.
     "Would you like to see more?"
     "Yes," my voice was almost a whisper.
     "What?"
     "I said yes,"
     Gabriela's right hand moved down between her legs to join her left.
She grabbed the crotch band of her panties and pulled them aside to reveal
her shaved pussy. The outer lips were swollen and dark brown like her skin;
her inner lips were lighter and spread to reveal her pink, wet inner
channel. Her left hand now moved down to stroke her exposed clit. At the
contact Gabriela's head fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips.
     At the sight of the girl's pussy an involuntary moan left my own lips.
I could feel my own juices flooding my pussy and starting to flow down the
skin between my cunt and asshole. I squirmed in mys seat, I couldn't take
my eyes off the show that the young girl was putting on for me.
     "Show me your pussy Ms Wright."
     Almost without hesitation, I hiked my conservative business skirt over
my hips, spread my legs and yanked my panties away from my soaking wet
pussy. "Ahhhh," I moaned as I gave into impulse and shoved two fingers into
my love hole, almost immediately starting to pump them in and out.
     "That's it Ms. Wright. You look so sexy." Gabriela managed to say
between her own pants and gasps of pleasure. "I want us to cum together Ms.
Wright. Do you want to cum with me?"
     "Yes, oh yes," I moaned, lost now to any common sense. My fingers
continued to pound my spread pussy.
     We both continued like that, finger-fucking ourselves, legs spread
wide, both of us enjoying the sight of the other and the feelings we were
giving ourselves. Finally, Gabriela moaned, "I'm there Ms. Wright I'm
there, you're making me cum. Oh God, oh fuck I'm
cummmmiiiinnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The student's body
bucked and heaved in the desk as the orgasm swept over her.
     "Yeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I
shrieked as my own climax hit drenching my fingers with my own juices.
"God, god, god," I chanted senselessly as wave after wave of pleasure
washed over me. Finally, one last spasm and I slumped forward in my chair
my fingers still buried in my pussy.
After what seemed like forever, but was only a few seconds, I looked up and
saw that Gabriela was gone! It was almost like she had never been there.
     After I had a minute to digest what had just happened I buried my head
in my hands and started to sob. What had I done, and more importantly what
was going to happen next?