Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 12:22:44 -0500
From: wwwmktg@yahoo.com
Subject: Y and Miss K

My name is Wynona Wylene Wykham but everybody calls me "Y". I don't know
why I'm different, only that I've almost never cared about boys. From the
time I was about 12 until now, while other girls talked about how cute they
were or wondering if they would ask them out, I just saw the scrawny,
pimply, fat, pale, stuck-up Other Side. Oh, once in a while, I'd see one
that looked good, kind of a blonde Adonis. A tall, muscular boy with broad
shoulders, long hair and muscles would come along and I'd certainly
look. But, I think it was more of an Art for Arts Sake sort of thing. My
heart would skip and my mind would wonder but I never felt it Down There,
you know?

I've been asked out a few times and even had to go on doubles once or
twice, but it was never close to special... but that's another story.
Anyway, by my senior year in high school I was worried about not having a
place to focus my libido, which I was sure I had. Then Miss Kent came to
teach English Lit and supervise the annual staff. The first day I saw her,
I was going toward the Office. I had to turn around and go back to the
restroom and "mop up" if you know what I mean. It was that bad. The next
day I joined the annual staff that for 3 years I didn't know existed.

	Now, I'm 17 1/2 years old and I've seen girls completely naked many
times but when I saw Miss Kent in a plain baby blue dress, it was even
wrinkled, with a scoop neck and dark blue pumps, I felt I was looking at a
whole new creation. She was leaning forward on a desk, filling out a form
or something, facing toward me. I could just see the lines of her breast
disappear into her black bra. That's when I had to turn around. But from
that point on I think of her. She's about 5'8" tall, 23 or 24 years old.
She's not really slim. I'd say she weighs about 135 or 140 and not shaped
like a boy at all. I'd say 35C, 28, 36. Her hair is streaked blonde, she
has a plain nice nose, big blue-green eyes, and what I call perfect lips;
not skinny lips; not loose lips; not fat lips, but like Joan Leslie.

	Every afternoon I stayed for annual staff and as close to Miss Kent
as I could get. Occasionally, I would come up behind her and accidentally
bump into her back with my front. The touch was electric for me, my right
breast just below her left shoulder, my right side against her left
bottom. I'd move back immediately from the accidental encounter and she
would look over her shoulder and just smile. I would turn back to where I
was supposed to be and just melt. One afternoon everyone else had left
except Miss K and me. I was running copies we really didn't need and she
was at her desk, finishing up paperwork. I was concentrating on getting
straight copies when I felt a hand on my left shoulder and another squeeze
my right bottom. Then I felt all of her against my back and looked up.

	"How do you like it?" she asked, "I know what you've been doing."

My face must have turned purple cause she said,

	"It's alright Win," she called me "Win", "I've appreciated the
little "accidents" but it's hard to say anything with everybody around. And
you are a student. But it's been a month and I just couldn't let it go
anymore."

	Her hand moved from my bottom to my right breast, squeezed it, then
found my nipple with her thumb and finger. I thought I would die.

	"So, how do you like it?" she asked again. I pressed back against
her and clamped my left hand over her right. She bent her head and put her
lips to my ear a whispered,

	"I think you do like it." She ran her tongue around the outside of
my ear and slowly let the tip wander inside for just a moment. My legs
buckled but she supported me a whispered,

	"Do you think you might like more?"

	"Ah hauw", was the only answer I could make.


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