Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 21:44:46 GMT
From: Sighala Hamilton <sighala@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tasha and Ashley

At seventeen Tasha had everything! Academically she was top of the class.
She was captain of the basketball and hockey teams and had won 'personality
of the year' each year since we had started secondary school. She was also
an accomplished musician playing violin and piano for a young musicians club
in the Central City. To top it all off, she was the most beautiful girl I'd
ever seen and had the personality to match. Her honey blonde hair, dark
complexion and green eyes were an uncommon mix and the way she carried
herself, her flashy smile and twinkle in her eye always attracted a second
glance.
When we had started secondary school 4 years earlier, Tasha arrived young
and fresh from a small farming town on the West Coast. Being an all girls'
school the new student's beauty was met with animosity. I didn't exactly
know why but she was seen as a threat. The attention she attracted from
neighbouring Boys High was obviously the reason but at the time I didn't
have a boyfriend. I didn't have many friends at all really and didn't hang
out with the 'in' crowd. Within a month Tasha ruled the 'in' crowd so we
didn't have much to do with each other at all. We would greet each other
with a friendly smile in class or on the sports field but I had never had a
conversation with her.
Our final year before Varsity things changed. A lot of students had already
left for University or to join the work force and this had cut our numbers
down in the senior school. Teachers were moved around to accommodate the
bulging junior roll and Ms Jones, our music teacher suddenly found herself
tutoring the whole senior school by herself. Splitting the classes and
having a 'relief' teacher help to supervise was only meant to be a temporary
measure until another teacher could be rostered to help. As a result some of
us students, including myself, got well behind in our rehearsals. "Well I'm
very sorry girls," Ms Jones said in her pitched, shrill voice, "But if we
really want to be contenders for the Inter-school competitions we're going
to have to spend more time rehearsing." We all groaned at this then looked
around at each other laughing. " And with exams coming up in a month or so."
Ms Jones continued," I don't think our extra rehearsals will be during
school hours." We groaned even louder. " I know it's a pain and I'm sure
you've all got very important things to do in your afternoons but lets face
it girls, we need the practice!" We laughed even more at that. Ms Jones
pointed to a list she'd written on the board. "I've divided you all into
groups and we'll rehearse alternate afternoons."
I liked Ms Jones. She was a good teacher and was always fair. I just found
her tediously boring and dreaded spending extra hours with her. And as if
she had read my mind she then said, "I've also asked Tasha Daniels to lend a
hand. She will be taking group three, cello and violin."
And so the next day I found myself sitting in class at three thirty staring
out the window. The afternoon heat had lulled me into a daze and I felt
unenthusiastic about the whole idea. Across the empty playground I saw Tasha
walking toward our classroom. She had on a white-buttoned shirt and the
standard pleat skirt that was part of our school uniform. Her olive tanned
legs moved quickly and surely as she walked with a definite confidence. I
couldn't believe how attractive she was. In my half dazed frame of mind she
appeared like an angel, filtering through my dreams and stepping into my
real world. She entered the class throwing her books to one side and
immediately sat in the chair in front of me. "I know this is a drag girls,"
she said without saying hello and surprisingly unenthusiastic. "But we all
know we'll be better off for it. I just think the best thing to do is to see
how far into the 'piece' you are and we'll take it from there."
So we played for her and when she thought we needed help she'd stop us to
demonstrate how things should sound. She was competent with cello and violin
and even though she sat in her chair seemingly disinterested and bored, once
she got an instrument in her hands she transformed, playing it with a
passion and commitment that was so obviously a gift that none of us
possessed. As I played I watched Tasha's face. She'd grimace and smile then
grimace again at our slightly 'off' notes, sometimes laughing at us but not
in a malicious way. Her hair hung below her shoulders and around her firm
breasts and as she listened she paced calmly back and forward. I found
myself looking at her legs again, long and muscled with thin calves. Her
skirt was hemmed up shorter than most revealing slender toned thighs to die
for. I slowly looked up her body to her face and found her staring right
back at me. With a flush of redness that must have been all over my face I
quickly looked down, then sideways, anywhere except directly at her.
"Stop!" she suddenly, shouted as we were destroying what was supposed to be
the climax of the piece. I jumped at the sound of her voice feeling even
more like I had been caught out. "Just because we are building in intensity
it doesn't mean we play necessarily louder or harder," she quipped putting
down her violin. "If you forget that you're playing and actually listen to
the notes you'll see what I mean." She moved across the room, grabbed the
cello and sat in her seat. Putting bow to instrument she played a long
haunting intro to a piece I'd hadn't heard before. Her hair hung low as she
leaned into cello with her head down. Legs taught and up on tiptoes she
magically wove her composition from a lulling dreamlike state to an intense
crescendo of sound that filled the room, teasing our senses. And that wasn't
all that was being teased. As she played her knees parted slightly and from
where I sat I could see her right up her thighs to her white-laced panties.
Just flashes as she moved around on her chair but enough to quicken my heart
and flush my skin.
Later that afternoon when I had finally arrived home I walked straight up to
my room. My head was in a haze, I felt frustrated, hot and very, very horny.
I stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoned my shirt and unhitched my bra. I
pulled the bra off through my shirt sleave and looked at myself. My long
brown hair and eyes seemed boring compared to bombshell that Tasha was. I'm
slightly shorter than she is but I have bigger breasts and more hip. People
have told me I am beautiful but I have never really believed it myself.
Lifting a hand I pulled my shirt aside. My heaving breasts seemed larger, my
hardening nipples begging to be touched. I traced a finger up my body
sending electric currents racing through my veins to my inner thighs and my
moist aching cunt. I parted my legs lifting my skirt high enough to see my
panties. Their whiteness reminded me of Tasha playing her cello in the music
class. "Mmmmmm...!" A moan escaped my open mouth as my hand gently rubbed
the outside of my now soaked panties. I fantasised about Tasha's open legs,
her panties pure white. She looks at me with a teasing grin and says in a
deep, sensuous voice, "Come and get it honey.", making me rub my cunt even
harder. Looking in the mirror again I see my flushed face, mouth open and
panting, my breasts hanging down as I leaned forward to stop myself from
falling over. My hand was under my skirt rubbing furiously. I tried to lift
my skirt without stopping what I was doing. I had to see myself. I have to
see my hand rubbing my clit, parting my lips. I love to watch myself as I
masturbate. I'd love to watch someone else masturbate. I'd love to watch
people make love, but have never had a real opportunity. To satisfy my
voyeuristic tendencies I'd fantasise about watching or I'd position the
mirror and watch myself.
My skirt came away with a short, firm tug. I grabbed my panties and gently
pulled them up between my swollen lips. The feeling of the cotton on my
clitoris made me gasp and I started grinding my hips and pulling tighter on
my panties. I could see part of my labia as I humped back and forward and it
all became too much to bear. I pulled my panties off then, lifted a leg up
onto to the dresser. Opening up my glistening cunt I plunged two fingers
deep into my passion letting out a gasp loud enough for the neighbours to
hear. Sliding my fingers in and out and desperately 'bashing' my clit with
my thumb I looked at myself again and huskily whispered, "This is for you
Tasha!" "Ooooh....oohh....arghhhhh!....Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrghhhhhhh!" Throwing my
head back I came gasping and shuddering with uncontrolled ecstasy.
I fell back onto my bed with my fingers still up my cunt. I had never felt
them so wet before. Slowly pulling them out of myself I examined them,
sniffing and then tasting the sweat smell of cunt juice. 'I bet you're sweet
tasting too,' I whispered thinking of Tasha. My beautiful Tasha.



The extra music classes became the sole reason for my existence. Just the
thought of Tasha left me warm and excited. After class I'd race home, lock
myself in my room and masturbate. And the more I'd masturbate, the more
obsessive I became. Not your stalking, dangerous kind of obsessiveness, but
the frustrated, self absorbed, sex crazed kind of obsessiveness. I laughed
to myself at that thought but it was partly true. I had become obsessed with
my own cunt, watching myself massage, pinch and probed myself into ecstatic
orgasms while I dreamed of Tasha making love to me.
The Friday afternoon of the second week of rehearsals was another hot and
sticky day. Dark clouds hung low in the sky as we waited for the rain to
relieve us of the heatwave that seemed to have all in its grip. I stood
outside the class waiting for the other students and our luscious tutor to
arrive. I could feel the sweat on my face and chest but had given up wiping
it away as it would build and drip again from my open pores. The classroom
was locked and there weren't any other students waiting outside which I
thought was a bit strange. I knew I was going to be soaked any minute but
nothing was going to make me miss the most exciting thing that was happening
in my life.
Just as Tasha appeared across the playground the first drop of rain fell and
hit me on the forehead. She smiled across at me and then looked up at the
soon to arrive down pour. The heat from the asphalt of the playground was
stifling. The drop of rain that had hit me square on the head was warm and
had already started to dry out. Everything seemed to have stopped. The hot
wind, the sound of football practice that was drifting up from the playing
fields. As if we all held our breath waiting for the clouds to burst and
relieve the surmounted pressure. Tasha started to run in what seemed to be
slow motion. She smiled at me as she ran, knowing she was too late. With a
roll of thunder the rain came down in huge, warm drops. It was like the day
hissed, then sighed with relief as the rain bought it to a well-timed
climax. My heart was pounding in my chest by the time Tasha had reached me.
"Ashley you silly thing,' she laughed while searching for the keys to the
room. "There's no class this afternoon. I told you yesterday that I had to
cancel because of my performance tomorrow night. I have to practice." She
put the key in the door but couldn't unlock it at first. The rain was
pelting down now and we giggled, leaning against the door trying to force it
open. Her face was glowing, mouth open as she laughed. The door suddenly
opened and we fell onto the floor still laughing like, well like
schoolgirls. I looked into her face. Her hair wet and clinging to her
shoulders her teeth white and beautiful. The feelings I felt for her were
overwhelming and scary. I hadn't felt this way toward anyone or anything
before in my life. She was looking down toward my feet and I suddenly
realised my skirt had flicked up revealing my panty covered 'tush'. Luckily
my legs and skirt were soaked so my wet panties wouldn't have looked out of
place. I brushed my skirt back into place as we stood up, my hand gently
skimming over my aching pussy. "Oooh'" I exclaimed as streaks of electricity
streamed through my body straight between my legs. "Are you alright?" Tasha
asked.
" Oh...yeah...I'm fine," I stammered and blushed.
"I've got a towel and some clothes in my bag. They're my gym clothes so I
won't blame you if you don't want to wear them. They might be a bit smelly,
but they'll be warm'. She threw me a towel and a sweat top for me to put on.
As I pulled it over my head I could smell Tasha's scent and a soft hint of
Gucci perfume. She dried herself off after I'd used the towel, starting with
her gorgeous legs and finishing with her golden locks.
"I've got to rehearse today Ashley. I'm really sorry," she said to me. "You
don't have to go though. In fact I wouldn't mind an audience just to keep me
in check." She was opening her cello case. " Plus its still pouring outside
so you're stuck with me for a little while anyway," she grinned. I was
grinning too. I couldn't think of anything better to do.
I sat near the back of the class because I didn't want to distract Tasha.
She sat on her stool and after a quick tune up she began to play.
The moaning, sad voice that spoke as she caressed the cello strings sent my
mind into a daze. Her head tilted, listening, body taught, feet wide apart
and firmly bracing herself against the onslaught of beauty that was her
song. I sat in wonder, oblivious to all except Tasha, her astounding beauty
and the long, dull ache between my legs. Without realising it my hand had
crept up my skirt and was resting on my panty covered pussy. Tasha was
concentrating on her music so I quickly gave myself a rub while she wasn't
looking. I knew it was risky but I was so incredibly turned on that I
couldn't think straight. Her music built in intensity, diving and climbing
again in sensuous waves that reverberated deep within my body. I pulled my
panties to one side and my fingers found my swollen wet lips. I could feel
my nipples hardening against my restricting bra. I knew I couldn't touch
them. That would be too obvious. At least my hand that was up my skirt was
hidden by the desk I was sitting behind. I closed my eyes and let Tasha's
music take me. My fingers, jammed between my closed thighs gently rubbed my
pussy electrifying my body, my mind swimming in absolute ecstasy. I could
feel my orgasm building, getting closer to that point of no return. My
breathing, hard and hot was getting louder as my fingers found my hardened
clit. I opened my eyes and through the haze of impassioned bliss I could see
Tasha looking straight at me. Her mouth open, cheeks flushed. She had the
cello resting against one leg as she played. The other leg was spread making
her skirt ride up almost to her hips. I could almost see her pussy. I wanted
so much to see her pussy. Tasha, my beautiful Tasha was watching me! The
closer to my climax the less I cared what Tasha saw. My hips started
humping. I slid my soaked hand up under my shirt and rolled my nipples.
"OOOoooooh.." A groan escaped me as I closed my eyes just wanting to take it
all in. The sensuous music the cello emitted, Tasha's beautiful image as she
sat open legged in front of me. " AAAAaaargggghhh!" I was closer to orgasm.
Suddenly I realised the music had stopped. I opened my eyes as a sharp pang
of fear sent shivers up my spine. But instead of looking disgusted or
totally put off by my antics Tasha was pulling her skirt up too. I gasped as
I realised she had no panties on. She had taken them off when we were drying
ourselves and now her fingers were buried in the blonde and pink that was
her pussy. " Uuu aaaarghh..! Tasha....oooohhhh pleeeeaase" She stood
suddenly and came toward me. She moved the desk I was sitting behind out of
the way. Then she lifted her skirt and starting gently caressing her pussy
all the time watching me 'do' myself. As I came closer to an orgasm she sat
back onto the desk, lifting and spreading her legs right in front of me.
That took me over the edge. I came, convulsing, shuddering and then I came
again, this time a long gasping orgasm...! "Ooooooh..oooooh...oooooh
aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh! As Tasha built to a climax she grabbed me, pulling me to
her. Her luscious lips tasted sweet. Her tongue probing, sensuously flicking
into my mouth. I could smell her cunt as she moaned and gasped into my face.
I squatted, put my hand on her gorgeous ass and pulled her toward me. Her
swollen cunt lips in my face, her clit pink and solid, her smell and taste
were a dream come true. My tongue separated her wet, swollen lips.
With her sweet cunt on my lips, her clit rubbing up against my nose, warm
and wet, she ground her pussy into my face over and over. "Oh,' she hissed
increasing the intensity. As I licked her syrupy pussy I slid my fingers up
my own cunt again. I was totally overcome with insatiable lust. The moans
coming from Tasha were making me dizzy with desire and the thought of her
coming in my mouth sent me over the edge. I could feel her muscles
contracting and tightening around my tongue. Then with a shuddering scream
she came, bucking into my face with an uncontrolled orgasm. My orgasm was so
powerful it knocked me back onto the floor where I lay gasping.

Tasha lay next to me on the floor of our music class. We held each other,
silent for five minutes or more. Totally overwhelmed by our passionate
lovemaking we didn't have to say anything. What we had shared was beyond
words.