Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2007 13:47:45 -0800 (PST)
From: SHEILA JOHNSON <misssheilajohnson@yahoo.com>
Subject: MISS JOHNSON PART VII

AUTHORS NOTE:

This story contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sexual acts between
high school teenagers and adults.  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

This story is a work of fiction. The characters contained within do not
refer to any actual persons either living or dead. The "Everson School for
Girls" is a fictionalized place created solely for literary purposes and
does not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether
wholly or in part.


Miss Johnson

Part VI - Submission


"I...um..." Nicole just lay there frozen, not knowing how to respond or
react, still somewhat disoriented from her latest swoon. She tried to look
away, but found that difficult with Miss Johnson's face not less than six
inches from her own.

"...I...I don't know..."

"Still apprehensive?" The teacher raised her eyebrows whilst gently
stroking Nicole's hair and face. "After all you've experienced thus far,
you still feel nervous? This is not as unfamiliar as you might think, Miss
Taylor; it is simply the last step into a world of pleasure you can only
dream of -- yet still you hesitate."

Nicole just stared back at her. "I...," she started. "...I..."

"Shhh," the older woman soothed, smiling as she put a finger to Nicole's
lips. "It's all right, my dear -- no matter." She leaned forward and
lightly kissed Nicole on the mouth.  "I'm sure I can find a way to persuade
you..."

She leaned forward and kissed Nicole again, harder this time, her tongue
gently probing the teenager's lips. Nicole hesitated but then finally gave
way and admitted the delving organ, her arms surrounding her teacher's
shoulders as she pulled Miss Johnson close to her. Nicole wasn't sure if
she had the desire or energy to continue, but it didn't matter, because she
knew in about thirty seconds she wouldn't care if she had any energy left
in her or not. Besides, if there was one thing about Miss Johnson's
advances that Nicole found almost impossible to resist it was the feeling
of the older woman's lips devouring her own. As difficult as it was to
acknowledge, Nicole couldn't deny it: Miss Johnson was a great kisser.

Miss Johnson held the kiss for a long moment before making her way through
what was now very familiar territory - working down Nicole's body, reigning
wet kisses on the teenagers face, neck, and breasts, teasing the sensitive
nipples with her lips and tongue.  Nicole gently cradled Miss Johnson's
head in her hands, stroking her hair as the teacher moved across the
sensitive flesh and continued on down through the teenager's mid- section
and beyond. She eventually nestled herself in between Nicole's thigh's,
spreading her legs to once more reveal the well moistened prize held
within. She leaned forward and gave Nicole's pussy a long, wet kiss,
consuming the engorged clitoris between her lips.

"........ooooohhhhhhh......." Nicole moaned loudly and shivered with
pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmm..." The older woman gave out a throaty sigh of approval as she
savored the taste of Nicole's sex a second time, spreading the lips apart
with her hand and using her fingertip to stroke the already hardening nub
in between. "You do have the sweetest little pussy, my dear," she said,
"Positively scrumptious. I could just sit here and eat you all day long -
in fact, I'll do just that. But not today. Right now, I think it is a good
time to focus on another lesson, before we get too carried away. It is high
time you learned your alphabet, young lady."

"W-what do you mean?" Nicole propped herself up on her elbows so she could
look at Miss Johnson while the teacher spoke to her.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Miss Taylor. The alphabet - a, b, c,
and so on?"

Nicole was puzzled. "I don't understand. I already know
the....oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The teenager moaned even louder as she felt the English teacher's tongue on
her clit one more time.

"That was the letter 'a'," the older woman said. She licked Nicole
again. Another moan.  "That was the letter 'b', she continued. "If you want
to learn how to eat another women's pussy, Miss Taylor, you must first
understand how a woman wants to be touched. That is a process that will
extend far beyond today's lesson, but the best and easiest place to start
is by drawing the letters of the alphabet on her clitoris with your
tongue. It won't work every single time, but more often than not I think
you'll be pleased with the results."  Another lick. Another moan. "As will
your partner, of course..." She drew five more letters on the over hardened
nub, making Nicole squirm beneath her, the young girl begging for release
as she listened to Miss Johnson continue her discourse.

"Obviously, this is a wonderful way to illicit a most favorable response,
but the best part about this technique is that it's so versatile. You can
draw capital letters, small letters, script...anything you like. You can
even draw whole words -- or entire sentences, if you wish. I once had the
good fortune of bringing another young student very much like yourself to
orgasm several times using one of my favorite sonnets." The teacher
carefully demonstrated by drawing the sentence "I'm going to make you cum"
in old fashioned longhand. Nicole was beside herself.

"Now, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson's voice was thick as she went on speaking,
gently massaging Nicole's moistened jewel with her fingertip, "don't you
wish to have that kind of power? Don't you wish to know what it feels like
to have another girl's body wriggling about - feeling her tense, her every
muscle spasming out of control - and know that it was you who was doing
that to her? Doesn't that sound like a wonderful trait to possess?"

"Y-y-y-eeessss..." Nicole panted.

"You want to learn how to do that, don't you?"

"Y-yes, Miss Johnson..."

"Then say it, Miss Taylor." The older woman inserted a finger into Nicole's
vagina. She immediately found the young girls 'g' spot and began rubbing
hard. "Say the words for me. Say 'I want to eat your pussy, Miss
Johnson'...say it. Say it!"

The words shot violently from Nicole's mouth. "I WANT TO EAT YOUR PUSSY,
MISS JOHNSON!!!"

The exclamation drew a sly smile from the thirty-eight year
old. "Excellent, Miss Taylor!  Somehow I knew you'd be convinced...oh, now
look at what you made me you," she declared with mock anger in her
voice. "I can't remember which letter I stopped at. Oh, well...I guess I'll
just have to begin all over again..."

Miss Johnson's voice trailed off as started in again on Nicole, the young
girl resuming a familiar chorus of panting and moaning as she felt the
older woman pleasuring her over and over again. Miss Johnson lightened her
touch as she went along until she was sure Nicole would spasm right out of
her skin, then buried her face completely in Nicole's throbbing wetness,
attacking the teenager's clit with her lips and tongue to finish her off.
Nicole let out a shriek as she came, her back arching forcefully towards
the ceiling as a savage orgasm ripped through her.

Nicole was still seeing stars when she saw Miss Johnson moving next to
her. The teacher gave Nicole a moment to catch her breath before taking
Nicole's face in her hands and kissing her on the mouth.

"Are you ready, Miss Taylor?" Miss Johnson asked, running her lips over
Nicole's mouth between kisses.

"Yes...but..."

"'but'...what, Miss Taylor?" Another kiss.

"I don't know what to do..."

The kisses stopped. Then Miss Johnson smiled at her young student and
kissed her thickly on the ear lobe. "Don't worry," the whispered, "I'm
going to show you."

The teacher got up from the bed and pulled the sheets completely back, then
moved Nicole to the center. She had Nicole rest her arms above her head
before lying back down again beside the teenager.

"Close your eyes," she breathed.

"But...," Nicole started talking and was immediately silenced by a pair of
gentle fingertips on her lips.

"Shhhh," the older woman whispered. "Trust me..."

Nicole did as she was told and closed her eyes, a little unsure of what
exactly was going to happen next. A moment passed uneventfully. Nicole just
lay there and and waited, restfully enjoying the momentary blackness
closing her eyes had afforded her.

She felt something moist circling near her nose and mouth, followed by the
heavy sound of Miss Johnson's voice.

"Smell," she said.

Nicole took a deep breath through her nose. The scent was intoxicating -
heady and strong, pungent and sweet, unlike anything she could
recognize. Next, Nicole felt a gentle proding as Miss Johnson ran her
fingers over the young girls lips. Nicole parted them slightly, giving the
teacher all the cue she needed as she pushed two of her fingers into
Nicole's mouth.

"Suck on them, Miss Taylor."

Nicole savored the strange taste, which had come from Miss Johnson's own
very wet pussy. The teacher had slid two fingers deep inside herself,
coating the digits well with her own juices before bringing them up for
Nicole to sample. And sample she did, sucking hard on the adictive flavor,
bringing both her hands to hold Miss Johnson's fingers in place. Nicole her
best to take all of Miss Johnson's offering, until the older woman finally
insisted she have her fingers back again.

"Keep your eyes closed," she told the teenager.

Nicole relaxed for a moment with her eyes still shut. She could feel Miss
Johnson moving above her, and then felt a strange sensation gently brushing
across her mouth and face. It took a moment to realize that it was one of
Miss Johnson's own sizeable breasts. The teacher moved the pendulous flesh
back and forth, the wide capped areola easing its way against the young
girl's lips.

Nicole tentatively kissed the plenteous orb, then opened her mouth and let
the already hardening nipple into her mouth and started sucking, tracing
circles around the nub with her own novicely experienced tongue.

Miss Johnson looked down upon her young student with a knowing smile. She
held Nicole's head to her chest and lovingly stroked her hair like a Mother
nursing her babe.  Only this nourishment was just a bit different as
evidenced by the throaty endorsement that followed.

"Yes, that's it," she lightly cooed, feeding Nicole more and more of her
enormous bounty.  "Suck on that nipple, Miss Taylor - don't be afraid. Bite
it if you wish...gently...see how it hardens? Hmmm? Now, the other
one...Mmmm, yes, that's right, my dear -- very good..."

The teacher encouraged Nicole more and more, enticing her to use her hands
to fondle and squeeze, and to switch back and forth between her right and
left breast. Nicole feasted eagerly, growing bolder, and her growing
enthusiasm more than made up for what she lacked in skill.

Finally, the older woman pulled back and had Nicole relax again, moving
herself into position directly above Nicole's face, straddling her shapely
thighs on either side of the young girl's head. Nicole's nostrils were
greeted with the same aromatic fragrance she'd tasted only moments before.

"Open your eyes, Miss Taylor."

Nicole opened her eyes to see Miss Johnson's very wet pussy staring her
right in the face, the well manicured darkness of the teacher's pubic hair
visibly immersed in womanly essence. Nicole made out the gently parted lips
in between, and the hood restraining the teacher's own throbbing clitoris
hidden underneath.

Miss Johnson sat there for a moment, letting Nicole behold the sight of her
newest pleasure, then reached down with her hand and brought the young
girl's face between her legs.

Nicole reached out with her tongue and ran it through the teacher's pubis,
slowly getting used to the strange taste once more. Then she reached in and
tentatively licked along the inner lips in an up and down motion, not
knowing how else to move or what to do. Miss Johnson then reached down with
her other hand and gently parted the lips, allowing Nicole easier access to
the hardened essence in between. The older woman flinched the first time
Nicole's tongue ran across it.

"Ah, yes...That's it, Miss Taylor," the teacher moaned. "That's the spot --
very good..."

The older woman just let Nicole experiment for a moment, letting the
teenager roam around her pubis with her inexperienced lips. Nicole lapped
away tentatively, becoming more and more accustomed to the taste and feel
of another woman's sex. When she felt sure Nicole had tasted her enough,
Miss Johnson changed things up.

"Stop for a moment, Miss Taylor," she said.

The teacher then moved off of Nicole and reclined back onto the bed. She
stretched out with her arms resting up by her head, opening up her legs to
expose herself again.

"Come, Miss Taylor." Her voice was lusty and thick. "Come and show me what
you know of the alphabet -- show me what you know of pleasure."

Nicole took the cue, moving in between Miss Johnson's spread legs and
bringing her face back to her teacher's pussy, using her hands first to
steady herself on the older woman's thighs, then to explore Miss Johnson's
pussy up close. It was the first time she had fondled woman's vulva other
than her own, and she made sure to take full advantage of the
opportunity. Nicole was fascinated. She was amazed at how soft and gentle
the inner lips were, and how easy it was to make Miss Johnson wet just by
touching her so closely.

After spreading Miss Johnson's lips and finding her hardened clit again,
Nicole reached it with her tongue and began tracing the letters of the
alphabet the way Miss Johnson had showed her, starting first with just the
basic letters which she clumsily reproduced. It wasn't long before the
teenagers face was covered with the sticky wetness that flowed abundantly
from the 38 year old. Nicole was spurred on even more when she ran her
tongue over the older woman's distended organ with slightly harder force,
causing Miss Johnson to twitch unexpectedly.

Miss Johnson just lay back with a satisfied smile on her face, content with
watching yet another of her young students feasting away at her pussy. She
prompted praise and favor to her young charge, reaching down with her hand
to stroke Nicole's hair as the young girl's oral assault continued. When
the older woman felt Nicole inserting fingers into her without any
direction, she knew she'd finally come full circle.

"Oh, Miss Taylor," she sighed. "You are a lovely little thing, aren't you?
Yes, that's it...Make a crook with your finger and stroke upwards...mmmm,
very nice...When we get through here, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so
good...ah, yes, very good...oh, my...goodness, you are wonderful, my
dear..."

Rarely did one of her students eat her well enough to bring her to
orgasm. Nevertheless, Miss Johnson was clearly being turned on. The sight
of Nicole, who had been perhaps her most anticipated conquest, growing more
eager by the moment was becoming too much for her to stand. She reached
down and took Nicole's face in her hands and brought the young girl up to
her and kissed her forcefully, tasting her own juices. She then rolled
Nicole unto her back and moved once again between the teenager's legs,
shifting around to straddle her own thighs on either side of Nicole's head
in a 69 position. Nicole once again buried her face in her teacher's folds,
bringing her hands up to instinctively squeeze the older woman's
marvelously rounded ass cheeks that she'd admired from the first day of
school, moaning as she felt Miss Johnson's lips and tongue beginning to
pleasure her once again.

The two women continued unabated, completely obliviously to everything
around them, allowing nothing else to crowd their attention outside of the
repast that lay before them.  They seemed determine to outdo each other,
each set on making the other cum first.  Nicole ordinarily would have been
no match for Miss Johnson's experience, but what she lacked in technique
she more than made up for with zealous effort. And her labors did not
disappoint her as she began feeling Miss Johnson's body shudder more and
more as orgasm quickly approached her. Miss Johnson went on with her own
unrelenting offensive on Nicole's pussy, amazed that the teenager might
actually make her cum on the first try -- let alone first.

Neither won the struggle. Both came almost instantaneously, their bodies
meshed together in one massive orgasmic eruption that seemed to shake the
bed beneath them, each one groaning loudly into the other's flesh as they
contorted uncontrollably. Miss Johnson faired considerably better than
Nicole, who came with such force that she passed out. The older woman
rolled off of Nicole and basked in her success, reveling in the completed
circle that had begun the week before. After catching her breath, she got
up and left the room, leaving Nicole unaware of her absence. She moved
quickly to her own bedroom, eager to return to Nicole before the teenager
woke up and fiercely determined to remunerate her young student for such a
wonderful and unexpected experience.



When she came to again, Nicole saw a smiling Miss Johnson standing beside
the bed with her hands on her hips, once again adorned with the monstrous
dildo whose absence the young girl had earlier welcomed with great relief.

"I must commend you, Miss Taylor," Miss Johnson started. "You took to that
last lesson much better than I anticipated. Indeed, most young ladies such
as you take much more time to become acclimated. You have demonstrated what
you've learned quite well, and I can most happily see that your abilities
far exceed any of my own expectations. Today's lesson is now complete --
except for one final part."

"What's that?" Nicole asked nervously, knowing what was coming and feeling
her stomach twisting into knots as a result.

"You're reward," the teacher said before climbing back onto the bed.



It had turned into a a beautiful Saturday morning -- the sky was clear, the
air had a slight hint of a chill that signified fall had officially
arrived, and a light breeze swirled it's way throughout the trees whose
leaves were well along in their seasonal change of color.  Weather like
this in New England was to be savored and enjoyed to the fullest, something
the local township did with great zeal whenever the opportunities arose,
especially on the weekends. For it wouldn't be long before the days grew
much shorter and much colder, followed by the early winter snow.

But not today. Today, the people of Everson welcomed the morning with an
abundance of outdoor activity, including those in one particular small
section of town. Children were playing in almost every back yard. A group
of young boys enjoyed a game of street football. An elderly woman worked in
her garden. And two young ladies who had recently become parents enjoyed
company and conversation while walking their strollers along the sidewalk,
their newborns bundled warmly and fast asleep to the world around them.

Such was it in the local neighborhood that day, everyone going about
enjoying the day, completely unaware of the activity taking place in the
lovely, white colored colonial home that sat near the end if the
street. The muffled, fervored cries of teenaged rapture that could barely
be heard just outside the house's upstairs window signified the end of one
yearning -- and the beginning of another.

And as she watched her young student begin to writhe with the arrival of
her second orgasm, her enormous cock plowing into Nicole with an
impassioned insistence, Miss Johnson's thoughts moving to a second tempting
possibility -- one that was just as delicious and exciting as her present
acquaintance had been, and one that had the potential for expanding young
Nicole Taylor's 'higher' education in ways even Miss Johnson herself could
not foresee.



And so, the year progressed at Everson. Halloween came and passed
uneventfully, with familiar visions of jack-o-lanterns and toddler
trick-or-treaters abounding throughout the township. The trees became bare
as fall slowly gave way to early winter, and the skies began to take on the
crisp, grey New England hue that signaled snowfall was fast approaching. As
for the students, classes & homework became the norm, with only a brief
interlude for visiting parents or shopping in the nearby town.

Not so with Nicole Taylor. Each Friday she would break away from her weekly
routine, making way for a more adult interlude to be added to the sometimes
monotonous experience of being a 17 year old high school student at the
Everson School for Girls.  Friday nights were spent at Miss Johnson's home,
where the teacher would reintroduce her to the pleasures of womanhood, each
time showing her more and more and bringing her deeper into the world of
loving women -- and each night would conclude with Nicole in Miss Johnson's
guestroom after having been suckled, stroked, deeply probed, and gloriously
fucked.

As for Amanda, she and Nicole grew more and more distant as time went on,
the rift between them growing larger and ostensibly beyond repair. Still,
she seemed to grow used to not having Nicole around on a daily basis -- at
least, by all outward appearances, displaying neither grief nor remorse
whenever the two passed each other or came in close contact. Amanda for the
most part kept to herself, diving her energies into homework, keeping her
own resolve focused on winning the overseas fellowship she'd set her eyes
on the year before. Whenever she saw Nicole, she neither sanctioned nor
condemned her presence; in fact, she went too far as to make small
conversation with Nicole on occasion when the need for it arose. But her
attitude remained indifferent, indicating that she had moved on from
whatever loss she may have felt, and that saddened & bothered Nicole
immensely. What Nicole was unaware of is that Amanda's great show of
strength was just that -- a show. Inside, she badly missed her friend, and
would've produced enough proof of her own sorrow willingly had anyone been
present to see the pool of tears that fell onto her bedroom pillow each
night before she went to sleep.

Still, Amanda continued the outward façade, remaining firm in her intent to
not allowing Nicole the satisfaction of seeing her grief stricken. It was
unfortunately a regrettable byproduct shaped from the pain she felt at
having her advice about Miss Johnson completely ignored, and from watching
her best childhood friend walk down a seedy and twisted path that
apparently only Amanda could see.

And so it went on, week after week, one day passing into another -- until
the week before the Thanksgiving holiday, when the arrival of a visitor
from New York City signaled an erotic hint of new things to come.



The Friday before Thanksgiving, Nicole arrived at Miss Johnson's doorstep a
good 5 minutes before 7:00 p.m. She was careful to get there early lest she
earn another wrathful admonishment from her teacher like she had the week
before. Miss Johnson had a penchant for punctuality, something Nicole knew
but didn't quite understand until she arrived a few minutes after 7 the
previous Friday night. The door opened to an icy stare and a very formal
demeanor. "You're late, Miss Taylor," the teacher had said, not interested
in explanations or excuses. "Do you intend this to be a habit?" "No, Miss
Johnson," was the meek reply. "Good," said the teacher strongly. "Please
see that it isn't."

The older woman punished Nicole that night by holding off her first (and
only) orgasm for well over an hour, always keeping her oh so close but
never quite allowing her to go completely over the edge. She would tease
Nicole with her fingers, lips, and tongue, touching Nicole just enough to
make the teenager's heart race. She would flick Nicole's breast without
really sucking on it, brush Nicole's clitoris with her tongue without
consuming it, rub her cock against Nicole's slit without penetrating
inside. All the while, she would touch and stroke Nicole's thighs, stomach,
ass...all the sensitive places she knew would excite Nicole without actually
bringing her off -- and all the while she would also continually remind
Nicole of the necessity for being on time for their weekly trysts.
Finally, with Nicole on all fours and starving for release, Miss Johnson
shoved her mammoth sized strap on deep inside Nicole's vagina, thrusting
away so powerfully that Nicole came in less than a minute, a savage orgasm
tearing through her like a violent wind storm.

And while Nicole looked back on last weeks `episode' with more than just a
slight tingle between her thighs, she didn't enjoy incurring Miss Johnson's
anger at all, and was bound not to have it happen again.

She rang the doorbell just before her watch showed 7, stomping her feet to
keep warm in the cold night air. This part of New England was known for its
early winters, and Nicole was quickly finding the once pleasant walk to
Miss Johnson's to be progressively more uncomfortable each week as the
temperature continued to drop.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened -- and a woman's face
other than Miss Johnson's suddenly appeared.

"May I help you?" the stranger asked.

"Um...Hi!" Nicole responded, immediately taken aback at seeing an unfamiliar
face where the teacher she'd been fucking for the last two months normally
was. "I came looking
 for Miss Johnson -- is she home?"

The stranger smiled, knowing who it was instantly. "You must be Nicole,"
she said.  "Hello, I'm Cynthia Jackson, one of Sheila's friends. Please,
come in." She quickly opened the door and waved for Nicole to come inside.

"You must've been freezing out there," said Cynthia, closing the door
behind Nicole after the teenager stepped inside. "Were you waiting long?"

"Only a couple of minutes," said Nicole. "But, yes, it was starting to get
cold."

"I'll bet." Cynthia reached out a hand. "It is very nice to meet you."

Nicole shook Cynthia's hand and smiled back at her, taking her first long
look at Cynthia Jackson. Cynthia could be described in one word:
Gorgeous. She had dark, brown eyes that offset her full lips and rich
speaking voice, and the afro she wore close cropped accentuated her smooth,
dark colored skin. She was dressed in a very professional looking dark grey
pants suit, indicating that she had flown directly from New York after
leaving work. Her clothes fit her well, befitting a successful New York
businesswoman, and her unbuttoned shirt showed just enough cleavage to
suggest a considerable bust underneath. Her perfume smelled expensive,
heady, and spicy.

"Now, let me guess," Cynthia started, folding her hands in front of
her. "Sheila didn't tell you I was coming."

"Um, no, I guess she didn't." Nicole was torn between embarrassment and
curiosity.  Who was this woman, anyway?

"I'm not surprised," Cynthia went on, waving Nicole towards the living
room. "Sheila has a way of wanting to surprise people."

"Yeah, I think I would agree with that," Nicole smiled. The words `if she
only knew' went through her thoughts, and she wisely kept them to herself.

Cynthia sat down on one of the sitting chairs before continuing. "Sheila
and I have been good friends since college. We like to get together a
couple of times a year."

Nicole sat down on the couch. "So what brings you hear to Everson? Are you
here for Thanksgiving?"

"Partly," she said. "Actually, one of the main reasons why I came up here
was to meet you. Sheila thought it might be a good idea for the two of us
to get together."

"Meet me? Why?"

Cynthia smiled. "I'm an attorney. I work on Wall Street."

Nicole's eyes went wide. "No way!!!"

"Yes, way," Cynthia chuckled with vernacular. "I've been practicing for
about ten years now. Sheila thought it might be nice for you to talk to
someone who was actually a member of the bar -- sort of an unofficial
advisor. I can give you all kinds of information about law schools, what
it's like working as an attorney...you know, things like that."

"Oh, wow," Nicole was absolutely floored. "Have you worked on Wall Street
long?"

"Not very," Cynthia said. "I started out with a small firm in Boston, but
only got the job in New York last year. Wall Street is still very much a
boys club, so opportunities for women remain few and far between --
especially African American women."

"Wow," Nicole squinted. "That's disappointing."

"Don't let that deter you from pursuing a career as an attorney, Nicole, if
that's what you want," Cynthia said strongly. "Take a look at me. Yes, it
was tough at the beginning, but I worked hard and connected with the right
people, who, thankfully, were looking out for me and were good enough to
give me a break when the right time came. Now, I'm working in the mergers
and acquisitions section of one of the top investment firms in New York."

Nicole shook her head. "That's amazing."

"Yeah, not bad for a city girl from Chicago. Seriously, Nicole, don't let
the fact that you're a woman get you down. There are a lot of lawyers in
the world, but not so many good ones. The industry needs better people --
both men and women. Ok?"

"Ok." Nicole was elated, thrilled at the opportunity to exclusively bend
the ear of an actual Wall Street attorney. Once again, she was put off
guard.

"Good," Cynthia said. "Listen, Sheila called to say she got hung up at
school and won't be home until later, but she also told me you were coming
over and that I should look after you until she gets here. So, why don't
you take off your jacket and relax, and then we can talk for a bit. After
that, I thought we'd spend the rest of the evening fucking."

Nicole's eyebrows instantly went up, not exactly sure if she heard Cynthia
correctly.  "What?" she said.

Cynthia didn't respond but just looked at Nicole. The slight smile on her
face was one Nicole had seen before -- from Miss Johnson. An expression of
playful lasciviousness that conjured images of moans, sighs, sweaty
extremities, and heaving flesh. It was make Nicole's stomach tighten into
that oh so familiar knot in less than a second. Her own facial
manifestation went from shock to bewilderment to totally defensive at the
prospect of Ms Jackson's `suggestion'.

Nicole stood up slowly before she spoke. "Miss Jackson...," she started.

"Cynthia." Her voice had changed, becoming heavy and strong. The stare
continued.

"...Cynthia..I..think...you might...be..mistaken..." Nicole was trembling
now, her words stammering unconvincingly. She was completely surprised that
her teacher would share anything about what the two of them did each week
-- and terrified at the prospect that this strange woman was somehow
convinced that knowing about the lecherous activities that went on between
her and Miss Johnson somehow gave her license to have her way with Nicole.

Cynthia just sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, propping her elbow
on the chair's arm and resting her face in her hand. She just sat there and
stared, smiling that slight smile and not saying a word.

To be continued...