Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 21:47:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 20 {Jenna}(F/Freluc)[20!_]

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of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The religious
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Chapter Twenty

"I want to see you after school today Ms. Tarp, we've received
some...complaints lately," stated Sister Ann before she turned and left.

Jenna's heart sank. She'd just been caught in a restroom with a minor child
by the schools Head Mistress! She knew what the meeting would entail. Her
palms broke out in a sticky sweat as she rubbed her hands together. "Oh my
gawd," she worried, "I'm as good as fired...or...worse!"

The whole day dragged on and on. She'd almost forgotten about her totally
inappropriate dress and horribly slutty makeup job courtesy of Trisha and
her friends. The tiny shear top that did little to conceal her large firm
breasts was in constant need of adjustment. It seemed like every time she
looked down her nipples were protruding through the skin-tight
material. And then there was the skirt, if you could call it that. Six
inches of stretchy material that left her vagina or ass exposed constantly.

Jenna was so worried about her afternoon meeting that she barely even
noticed the constant teasing from the students. All day long they'd had her
bending over to pick things up. "Clumsy kids," she muttered to herself
after the umpteenth piece of paper hit the floor.

And then there was her third period class. "What was up with them?" she
recollected. For some reason they were so happy and giddy the whole period,
but worse yet they were out of control. She got so mad when they played
"keep away" from her with her eraser. "OOOHHH," she grumbled to herself as
she remembered how the taller students took advantage of her shortness and
kept making her jump for the eraser when they held it over their heads! Her
legs were a little sore after all that jumping and her chest hurt
too. Jenna blushed when she remembered how long and hard it had made her
nipples. "How embarrassing," she thought.

As her day drew to a close she read a note from one of the staff that said
to meet Sister Ann in the gym. She would be working out there after school.

Jenna gathered her personal things into a box and straightened her
desk. Tears filled her eyes when she realized this was probably the last
time she'd see this classroom again. She straightened her skintight top and
pulled on the tiny skirt as she clicked her way down the long echoic
corridor on her 6-inch stiletto heels. She saw her reflection in the trophy
case glass and had to admit to herself that the pumps made her legs look
great!

She pushed open the gym doors and walked in. She spotted Sister Ann doing
crossover chest pulls. Jenna paused for a moment and admired the nun's
athletic figure. She'd never really seen her in full view before and now
seeing her with a tight sports bra and sweatpants was pretty cool.

Sister Ann faced a large wall mirror as Jenna approached her from
behind. Jenna felt like she was a "dead man walking", you know, a prisoner
on his way to be executed. Her long strides had become short baby steps and
her head got lower with each step like a dog ready to be punished.

Jenna stopped just short of the mat behind Sister Ann who had watched her
approach in the mirror. Jenna cleared her throat, "uh-hem," to get the
nun's attention and let her know she was there.

Without breaking her workout rhythm, Sister Ann started, "Ms. Tarp, we've
had some complaints lately..."

Jenna didn't let her continue. All her emotions poured out at once. Jenna's
guilt, her shame, her humiliation, her regret and on and on bubbled to the
surface. She knew all the things she'd done wrong since arriving at the
school and she didn't need them listed to her by poor Sister Ann. It wasn't
her fault that she was such a lousy teacher. Jenna hated the fact that
she'd put such a wonderful, trusting educator in a predicament like this at
all! Jenna felt horrible that poor Sister Ann would have to fire her on the
spot and report all her inappropriate behavior to authorities!

Jenna's mind raced with all the terrible things she'd allowed herself to do
since her arrival and the consequences for her stupidity. She burst into
tears and leapt for the nun so she could beg for forgiveness. Sister Ann
had just finished a repetition and her arms were outstretched at shoulder
height. Jenna's toe caught the edge of the mat and she fell forward and
grabbed Sister Ann by the waist and wrapped her arms around her as she fell
to her knees behind the shocked nun.

"MS. TARP!" exclaimed the shocked and unbalanced nun.

Inadvertently, Jenna had pulled Sister Ann's sweatpants down several inches
when she fell on her. She didn't notice though because she was too busy
hugging her thighs and crying. "Oh, Sister Ann, please forgive me! Please!
I didn't mean to do all those horrible things, really I didn't. I tried, I
really did! Please Sister Ann, please give me another chance won't you?
PLEASE!" Jenna wept loudly and buried her face alongside Sister Ann's hip.

Sister Ann was having a hard time maintaining her balance. Jenna was
pushing her forward at the waist and holding legs together like she was
tackling her. It took all her strength to keep a tight grip on the
crossover handles. She caught a glimpse of her position in the large mirror
and noticed she looked like a giant 'T'. "Please Ms. Tarp! Get a hold of
yourself! I need to talk about your..."

Jenna moaned loudly and continued to blubber and plead for a second chance
every time Sister Ann tried to give her the details of why she was meeting
her in the first place. Jenna just couldn't bear to hear her list of sins
listed like that. Each time she pleaded, she squeezed her eyes shut a
little tighter and curled up a little more behind Sister Ann.

Jenna could smell the sweat that coated the nun's body. She wondered what
she could do to save her job and avoid prison. "Please Sister Ann, I'll do
whatever it takes. Please, tell me what I can do?" Jenna knew it was
over. Deep down inside she knew her time at the school was finished and in
almost all certainty, so was her freedom.

Hugging Sister Ann's legs from behind and kneeling as she was, Jenna felt
remorseful for putting the poor Head Mistress through all that she had. All
along Sister Ann had been supportive and encouraging, yet Jenna just kept
messing things up. She wanted to thank the pretty middle-aged nun for all
she'd done for her. She wanted to thank her for hiring her in the first
place, for trusting her to be with the students even after she had done
some terrible things with them. She wanted to thank Sister Ann for allowing
her take them on field trips and for all the educator's efforts to
discipline her in appropriate ways. As dreadful as her future was Jenna
wanted to hold on to Sister Ann in some dramatic method in hopes that
things could be different.

But alas, Jenna realized her fate and relaxed her grip a little. She knew
she was screwed and there was nothing she could do about it. Jenna was
becoming emotional. Tears of regret and thankfulness rolled down her cheeks
and blurred her vision. Instinctively she kissed the small of Sister Ann's
back in a gesture of thanks. She tasted the salty sweat that shimmered on
her skin and she licked her lips. She kissed her again and a soft moan from
Sister Ann caught her ear and she knew Sister Ann appreciated it. If this
small gesture was enough to bring pleasure to the woman who had done so
much for her, then she'd do it again!

Jenna kissed the educator's back yet again.

Cooing in a soft voice as if losing control of her resistance, Sister Ann
said, "Ms. Tarp, please don't do that...it's...it's not...necessary."

Jenna would do anything for this wonderful person. She loved Sister Ann for
all that she had done. To kiss her back was nothing. She swiped her tongue
along the small of her back and licked off a line of sweat. She felt Sister
Ann's skin bristle with goose bumps. Jenna knew Sister Ann liked it, even
though the fit brunette wouldn't admit it.

Again Sister Ann weakly pleaded, "P-please...Ms. Tarp...please, you're..."
her voice trailed off when she felt Jenna's tongue come to rest at the top
of her ass crack. The anticipation and vision of this beautiful young
voluptuous teacher licking her ass was overwhelming. She held her breath.

Jenna knew what she had to do. She owed this to Sister Ann. Jenna realized
that this was probably going to be the last time she ever saw her Head
Mistress and she felt an overwhelming sense of duty take over. Jenna, for
the first time in her life, realized what it meant to "kiss someone's ass."
All this time she had thought the phrase disgusting and vile, but now, this
defining moment, she understood what it truly meant. "To kiss someone's
ass," she rationalized to herself, "was to show the ULTIMATE respect for
that person."

Jenna released her bear hug grip and slowly raised her arms, running her
hands along the firm muscular thighs of her mentor until her hands were at
the waistband of her sweats. Still kissing and licking her back, Jenna
slowly pushed down on the waistband, kissing and lightly licking the firm
buttocks. The only sounds coming from Sister Ann were soft moans as if she
were biting her lip. There were no more protests or words of
resistance. Jenna pushed the sweat bottoms to her ankles before slowly
running her fingertips up along the outside edges of Sister Ann's legs.

A trail of goose bumps followed her hands. Jenna felt Sister Ann stepping
in place trying to remove her sweat bottoms from her ankles. Jenna glanced
in the mirror and realized that Sister Ann still had hold of the handles,
which kept her arms outstretched at shoulder height. She almost looked
bound.

With the sweat bottoms finally off her left ankle, Sister Ann was able to
spread her feet a little. Jenna's hands snaked their way to Sister Ann's
hips and her thumbs had come to rest on the center of her buttocks.

Jenna was determined to pay her proper respects. She tightly gripped the
taut ass and spread the Head Mistress' firm butt cheeks. Starting at the
top, Jenna took small swipes at the depths of Sister Ann's ass crack. The
tight crevice was salty and warm. With each taste and kiss, Jenna could
feel and hear Sister Ann react with pleasure. Doing this was the least she
could, Jenna reasoned.

Sister Ann's back kept arching and her pelvis flexed away from Jenna making
her have to work even harder to reach her target. Jenna had to reposition
her thumbs several times to grasp Sister Ann's flesh properly and really
spread her butt apart. Jenna had to tilt her head and lean down and look up
to find the tiny rosebud. She kept lapping at Sister Ann's ass until she
felt the wrinkled skin on her tongue.

The first swipe caused Sister Ann to flex and tighten instinctively and
Jenna knew she had found her mark. She pressed her nose tightly against the
back of Sister Ann's thigh and forced her mouth even closer. She extended
her tongue and pressed it against the tight little hole and heard Sister
Ann moan loudly, "Ooohhhh, Ms. Tarp!"

Jenna pressed on. To clean her mentor's ass of sweat for all she'd done for
her was an honor. She licked and poked at the educator's asshole as she
spread her cheeks with her thumbs.

Jenna could be wrong, but it almost sounded as if Sister Ann were reaching
a climax. She listened to Sister Ann's sporadic breathing and moans mixed
with pants. That combined with her reflexive squeezes seemed to indicate an
impending orgasm.

Jenna had had her share of orgasms lately and she had to admit how great
they felt. If she could give her superior an orgasm then she would.

She was on a mission now. Jenna drove her tongue into Sister Ann's
asshole. She licked her. She kissed her. She nibbled on the firm flesh
around her ass. She worshipped this wonderful administrator who had done so
much for her.

Jenna slid her right hand around the hip of Sister Ann and gently across
her lightly haired mound. She ravaged Sister Ann's ass as she slipped her
thumb against the gooey slit of her cunt. Jenna felt her Head Mistress
tighten and moan deeply when her thumb bumped across the knobby clit. 'Yes'
Jenna said to herself, 'she IS reaching orgasm.' Jenna smiled to herself
and nuzzled her nose a little deeper.

Seconds later Jenna's efforts were rewarded when Sister Ann bucked and
moaned loudly. She tasted the dribbles of Sister Ann's orgasm as it dripped
from her cunt and ran between her legs. Jenna lapped at the gooey cum and
cleaned the nun's pussy and ass with her tongue.

When the nun finally stopped twitching, Jenna re-dressed her by pulling up
her sweats. She'd done all that she could to show her gratitude and hoped
by that small gesture that she'd proved to Sister Ann that she was truly
thankful.

Sister Ann dropped her arms and put her hands on her knees as she leaned
forward to catch her breath. She was weak from a glorious impromptu orgasm.

Jenna sat back on her haunches, satisfied that she'd given her boss a
wonderful orgasm, but remorseful that Sister Ann would still have to inform
her that she would be fired. Jenna bowed her head and listened for those
fateful words...

"Ms. Tarp," began a recovering Sister Ann, "I have to inform you of several
complaints we've received lately," she panted.

Jenna held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. This was it.

"It's your uniform Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann began, "it's been rumpled and
unsuitable. Today, however, was a HUGE improvement. I'm instructing you to
keep dressing in this manner rather than the traditional uniform. Is that
understood?"


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