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Last School Day, Seducing Ms. Benita V (18+)

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Last School Day, Seducing Ms. Benita V (18+)

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I could’ve literally jumped for joy when I felt her lips respond to my touch. For what seemed like an eternity everything melted away, there was no classroom, no school, no silly uniforms and no sound, it was like the world had gone dark and fallen silent and the only thing in the world that had any substance was this one kiss.

Our lips pressed together with a little harder but even though from the outside it might look like an innocent peck on the lips, to me it was the single most sensual feeling I had ever had.

I put my arms around her neck and gently ran my fingers through her hair, still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Benita must have just realised what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss.

“Ada I…we can’t do this,” she whispered. I could’ve crumbled to the floor with disappointment.

“P…please,” was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn’t look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head.

I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn’t sure what was going on at the moment and I didn’t have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually, she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair.

Surprisingly I felt a bit of relief, I had been thinking about this for so long, putting myself under this pressure and now it was over. How could I have been so blind, just because I had seen her kiss a woman once I assumed that she just had to be a lesbian! And what was I thinking by wearing all this stuff? That if I flashed a bit of thigh she would come running? I must be the most arrogant, childish…

“Ada?” She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. “Ada, look at me.”

I couldn’t.

“It’s ok,” she said softly. She moved away from the hair that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards. We still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn’t have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead, I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so-slightly tasted a moment ago.

“I…I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I just…just had to try, I love you and…”

“Ada, I’m your teacher,” she said softly.

“No, no you’re not. Not anymore.”

“Well…no,” she paused for a moment. “Is this why you’re dressed so differently today?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. “I thought that you might…like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice you might…and now that I’m not a student anymore…” My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity was bleeding away.

It was quiet for a moment, Benita’s left hand was resting on my shoulder while her other hand cupped my cheek. She was silent. I had said everything, it was all out. I guessed that she was either simply processing everything I had said, or she was waiting for me to pull myself together and leave.

It was so quiet, I didn’t want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek. Instead, I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic ‘oh dear what a shame’ smile or an awkward ‘how the fuck do I get rid of her smile. It was a smile that gave me hope.

“Oh Ada, what am I going to do with you?” She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction of the classroom door then back to me, and then she put a finger under my chin and gently raised it until we were face to face again. I wondered what the hell was going on; nothing made much sense until…

“Listen, to me Ada.” Benita abandoned the soft tone and used her ‘teacher’ voice. It worked because I immediately looked up at her. “No matter what, you have to promise me, and I mean really promise me that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone.”

(‘HOLY FUCK!!!’)

“Ada?” She was waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Miss,” (shit!) “I mean, no, no I won’t,” I sounded ridiculous and felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a silly crush. Just to be sure she got the message I shook my head from side to side.

“Good,” said Benita, more to herself than me. “That’s good.”

My chin still rested on her finger and I was looking up at her. She turned to look at the door a final time and then turned back to face me. She paused for a moment and just stared at me, I met her gaze for a moment, then the hand that had been under my chin circled round to the back of my head and, with all the tenderness in the world, pulled me towards her, the space between us was quickly closed and, for the second time today, our lips met each other.

Even when my lips were closing in on Benita’s I half expected things to go wrong but, happily, it seemed like smooth sailing for now. Her lips lightly touched mine with just a tiny amount of pressure at first, as if we were introducing them to each other, but then our kisses got a little harder.

I suddenly felt deeply erotic, especially when I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my lips and then, with a deftness that almost made me cry out, she worked her way between my lips and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman’s tongue on mine.

Benita was speeding things up now; her tongue danced around mine inside my mouth while she ran her fingers through my long hair. My inexperience began to show itself because I wasn’t certain what to do with my hands, so I just copied what she was doing to me. Our kiss was becoming a little more passionate now;

Benita withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gently kissed her way down my chin before planting her wet lips on my neck. As soon as she did I made an involuntary noise.

“Mmmmm”

Benita seemed to take encouragement from my vocalised approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and smooched her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, she stopped off to gently pull my earlobe between her teeth before dragging her lips along my jawbone and final back to my mouth. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of my life up to that point, my beautiful, and former, teacher savouring my taste.

While we kissed, I felt Benita’s hand softly touch my breast through the thin shirt, it wasn’t long before I felt my nipples pushing against the fabric, and no doubt she could feel them as the palm of her hand brushed over them, I actually flinched in surprise when she did. I never had another person touch me like this and I was unprepared for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me with each new sensation.

“Is it ok for me to touch you like this?” She asked.

“Yes, yes of course. I didn’t mean to flinch, it’s all just…new to me,” the second I said those words I regretted it! I had never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn’t have much time to dwell on it though.

“Good, don’t worry,” she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it. She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow again as Benita undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The relief from the constant straining was wonderful but nowhere near as pleasurable as feeling Benita’s warm hand take hold of my left breast.

I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my virgin breasts, so much so that she immediately covered my mouth with her own.

She continued to caress me as our lips met again; I had never been so turned on in my life, my hands ran through her beautiful hair and down her back over the silky material of her shirt, I wanted to touch her in the same way she was touching me but I guessed there would be time for that later, for now, I enjoyed being the very centre of this beautiful woman’s attention.

Her hand left my breast and moved lower, down over my bare stomach and then to the waistband of my little skirt.

“Is it ok for me to touch you here?” Benita asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.

“Yes,” I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. “Touch me anywhere.” I did realise how slutty that might have sounded to her but at this point, I was too far gone to care. My body was literally pulsing with energy; the pleasure had built up inside me like water builds up against a dam. I was aching for it to be released and it seemed that Benita knew exactly how to release it.

As soon as I had given her the ‘go-ahead’ Benita slipped her hand under the waistband of my skirt. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy.

“MMMmmmm,” my voice came without my consent. When I watched porn movies in the past I assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don’t scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Benita smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me. She looked so beautiful, so very…

“OOOhhhhh,” I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Benita’s finger delicately slip inside me, she didn’t force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Benita expertly used her fingers to explore my centre, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again.

Suddenly, Benita’s fingers were gone and she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt.

“W..what’s wrong? Did I do something?” My panic was clear in my voice.

“Shhh it’s ok Ada, stand up and sort your uniform out, have you still got the other skirt you were wearing earlier?” She asked. I could sense the panic in her voice too.

“Umm yea, in my bag,” I said.

“Good, go and put it on quickly, it’s almost 3.15 and there’s meant to be people coming up to this room for a meeting!”

“Oh, shit,” All at once I was relieved that I had done nothing wrong and scared shitless that we were going to be caught.

“Exactly,” Benita replied. I realised that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late.

There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt back in the bag and quickly sat down on the chair I had been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs again I knew my skirt had ridden up too far but there was no time.

My breasts were practically out, save for two buttons and my skirt was essentially just a thick belt for now. I tried to adjust myself in that split second as best I could; Benita was already sorted out and beautiful again.

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