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- Jun 11, 2009
Ms. Langton
"Come with me" She said firmly, taking me by the arm, and guiding me to a back room area, that was generally closed off. She was acting weird, and I didn't know exactly what was going on. She had been acting strange for the past month or so. She was my teacher, actually my favourite teacher. She had been the one who reached out to me, asked about my home situation and made sure to intervene and ensure I got help with my home life problems when she suspected my father had been beating me. In addition to this, she always encouraged me to come out of my shell, be more self confident. I often stayed after school to help her clean up the boards and such. She had become my best friend, my mentor, my confidant...the only authority figure I really trusted. I adored her, while this was my second year with her I would miss her when I was no longer in her class.
Very lately, the past few months she had been acting weird though, like she was having some sort of stress breakdown, and today was no different. I overheard some other teachers gossiping about her when they thought they were alone. They mentioned a long term relationship that had turned abusive, a cancelled wedding, heavy drinking and anti depressants. I felt terrible because she was the kindest lady you could meet and I couldn't bear the thought of such a sweet lady being unhappy.
Closing the door behind us as we walked into the storeroom, she stepped up to me, standing quite close.
"Bill, you like me right?" she asked.
"Yes...yes of course Ms. Langton" I respond finding that to be an odd question.
"You trust me right...you know I would never hurt you?". It seemed like such an odd question, and she was acting so strange? Was she on drugs or something?
"Of course" I respond awkwardly, not sure where this was going.
"I've always liked you Bill, I've always wanted to help you in any way I could" she said. This all seemed so weird. The dialogue, her demeanour. What the hell was going on?
"I hope you appreciate that I have gone the extra mile for you whenever I could?" she said, nervously looking around despite the fact that we were clearly alone here.
"Yes...Ms Langton, of course" I said earnestly.
"Would you....do something if I asked?" she said, looking at me, studying my eyes.
"Yes, of course" I said eagerly
She paused, looking into my eyes before leaning in and placing her lips on mine. I froze. My mother had kissed me on the cheek before, but this was my first actual kiss with a girl. I was terrified, mostly because I was afraid I wasn't doing a good job. As we kissed she probed her tongue into my mouth, exploring me. I quivered in excitement, and yet in nervousness. Was this what my parents were referring to when they mentioned not letting older people "touch" me? This wasn't wrong was it? I mean she was always nice to me, always guided me. She was my best friend; my only friend....in fact I guess I had a bit of a crush on her, yet never expected she might have similar feelings.
"Come here" she said urgently, taking me towards a lounge chair. Sitting in it, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, and then pulled her skirt up, exposing to me for the first time in my life a woman's vagina.
"Would you like to touch me?" she asked. I wasn't really sure I wanted to do anything like that, but I did not want to disappoint her, after everything she had done for me. I reached out and placed my hands between her legs, feeling a bit concerned that we were doing something terribly wrong. Touching her 'there" I wasn't sure what to expect. I felt course hairs, and very soft warm flesh that was very moist. I probed a bit, causing her to breath heavily as I explored her. She quickly took my hand and guided my finger to a small soft bump and made me rub it, which really seemed to have an effect in her, as she pulled me in close and passionately kissed me, while moaning and whining, as she wriggled.
Breaking the kiss, she looked at me with excitement yet hesitation.
"Bill, I love you" she said, smiling at me. I was stunned by this. Nobody had ever said that to me. My mom barely said that to me anymore, and my dad had never said that to me. Love? I think she meant it in the 'in love' way that lovers loved each other. "Do you love me Bill?" she asked, looking into my eyes. Did I love her?.....well yes, but I'm not sure in the same way she meant. . "Yes" I whispered awkwardly.
Looking at me softly, she stroked my face gently with her hand.
"If I needed something from you, would you do it for me?" she asked.
"Sure" I said shyly, not sure where this was going.
"I'm glad to hear that Bill. Because I would do anything for you. I'm always going to be there for you....always!".
Gesturing to a desk, she said "I want you to lay down...on your back". Complying, I got on the desk and lay back, and looked up nervously as she crawled over me.
"I need you to do something for me. Something that will really make me feel good. You want to make me feel good right?" she asked with a sweet smile. I nodded, but had a feeling that I might not like what was about to happen. I was not feeling good about this, but I did love her, and didn't want to do anything that would anger her, or cause her to reject me.
She moved her body forward so she was straddling my face, her vagina only inches away, as I gasped in shock. "Bill, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, something that a man does to a woman he loves to make her feel really good" she paused.
"Ms Langton....I can't" I said, my eyes tearing up, as I prayed she would understand. I couldn't imagine putting my mouth there. I had heard guys mentioning that, but I always assumed it was all bravado and that nobody really ever did that.
"Bill", she said with slight desperation. "I really need this...you know if you ever needed anything from me I would do it for you". I felt guilty now, thinking of everything she had done for me. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...but still.
"You love me right?" she said more than asked
"Yes but...."
"Right" she said emphatically cutting me off.
I nodded defeated and whispered "Right".
She looked at me adoringly, tousled my hair, before moving herself into position. "I'm always going to love you Bill", she said before lowering her vagina to my face. "Use your tongue", she said lustily. Tentatively, worrying I might gag, I placed my tongue against her private spot, trying to shut my mind off and not think about what I was doing. The feel of it against my tongue was not bad, nor was the taste so long as I didn't give too much thought to what comes out of there. I licked her flesh, amazed at her reaction to this, as she gasped and sighed, her body undulating over me as she reacted to my efforts.
Pulling away from my face for a moment, she reached down with both hands she parted her lips and used a finger to point to a small soft bump under a hood of flesh. "Right there. Lick that, and suck on it from time to time also", she said, before moving her hands away and lowering herself again. I did exactly what she said, and she squealed loudly, and had to cover her own mouth as she shuddered from the feeling. With this she started to undulate her body sensually, gently thrusting her hips forward and backward slowly, as I focussed on giving her pleasure with my tongue. She moaned and gasped in a high pitched whine that I had to admit was quite exciting, as I felt myself getting quite hard down there, and felt a slight dampness in my underwear.
We kept this up for several minutes in the darkened room, as she ground excitedly against me, lost in the pleasure of the moment, while I worked on her, until her movements started to speed up.
"I'm almost there" she whined erotically, moving faster, more urgently until she cried out, "Oh my god...oh....!" as she suddenly cried out in such a high pitched gasp, one could almost have mistaken it for a cry of pain, as her excitement drove the wind out of her, and her whole body trembled as though a current was running through it as her mouth opened wide in a soundless gasp for about ten seconds as she pressed herself down hard on my face, before she sagged, and gasped in relief, still sitting her weight down on my face somewhat uncomfortably.
Lifting her crotch from my face, she slid herself down, and lay on top of me, before planting her lips on mine, for a long sensuous kiss as she explored my mouth with her tongue, and my heart pounded. Breaking the kiss, she got up, moving off of me.
Sitting up on the desk, I felt the emotions going through me like a whirlwind. I loved her, but I felt dirty, and a bit hurt maybe...I don't know for sure.
"Hey..you OK?" she asked softly, cupping my chin in her hand. "Yeah" I whispered.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, nodding her head as though encouraging me to respond affirmatively. I don't know exactly how I felt about what we just did, but she was the only good person in my life, and I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected by her, so I nodded and forced a smile.
Pulling me in for a hug, which felt really good at this moment, she spoke softly to me. "Bill, I know you are probably feeling many different emotions right now, and that's OK, but what's important here is that we love each other." I liked hearing her say that, and squeezed her back harder in our embrace.
"Bill, I hope you know there's nothing wrong with what we just did. It's perfectly normal when two people are in love" she said, reassuringly as her hands gently rubbed my back and shoulders. I wasn't sure, but I would trust her on that.
"The only thing is that we can't speak of this to anyone. You understand that right? Some people just wouldn't understand or accept our feelings for each other, so we need to keep this as our secret. Can you do that for me?" she asked, looking at me earnestly.
I nodded again, and she smiled, that adoring smile I loved so much as she squeezed me tightly kissing me on the cheek.
"Do you need a few minutes before we get out of here?" she asked. I nodded again, and she said "Take your time" as she pulled me in close, and we sat there with our arms around each other for several minutes. I enjoyed this, feeling so close to her, feeling loved like this as we embraced each other. After a few moments she stood, and whispered affectionately "OK, you need to get going to class or you'll be late" she said, tousling my hair.
"Let's go" she said, extending her hand to me, as I took her hand in mine, delighting in the feel of holding hands with her. When we got to the door, she said "You go first, I'll leave in a minute" as she opened the door and gestured for me to leave.
Stepping out into the hallway, I looked around guiltily, and made my way back to class, still feeling physical excitement and emotional turmoil, as I tried to focus on the rest of my day.
"Come with me" She said firmly, taking me by the arm, and guiding me to a back room area, that was generally closed off. She was acting weird, and I didn't know exactly what was going on. She had been acting strange for the past month or so. She was my teacher, actually my favourite teacher. She had been the one who reached out to me, asked about my home situation and made sure to intervene and ensure I got help with my home life problems when she suspected my father had been beating me. In addition to this, she always encouraged me to come out of my shell, be more self confident. I often stayed after school to help her clean up the boards and such. She had become my best friend, my mentor, my confidant...the only authority figure I really trusted. I adored her, while this was my second year with her I would miss her when I was no longer in her class.
Very lately, the past few months she had been acting weird though, like she was having some sort of stress breakdown, and today was no different. I overheard some other teachers gossiping about her when they thought they were alone. They mentioned a long term relationship that had turned abusive, a cancelled wedding, heavy drinking and anti depressants. I felt terrible because she was the kindest lady you could meet and I couldn't bear the thought of such a sweet lady being unhappy.
Closing the door behind us as we walked into the storeroom, she stepped up to me, standing quite close.
"Bill, you like me right?" she asked.
"Yes...yes of course Ms. Langton" I respond finding that to be an odd question.
"You trust me right...you know I would never hurt you?". It seemed like such an odd question, and she was acting so strange? Was she on drugs or something?
"Of course" I respond awkwardly, not sure where this was going.
"I've always liked you Bill, I've always wanted to help you in any way I could" she said. This all seemed so weird. The dialogue, her demeanour. What the hell was going on?
"I hope you appreciate that I have gone the extra mile for you whenever I could?" she said, nervously looking around despite the fact that we were clearly alone here.
"Yes...Ms Langton, of course" I said earnestly.
"Would you....do something if I asked?" she said, looking at me, studying my eyes.
"Yes, of course" I said eagerly
She paused, looking into my eyes before leaning in and placing her lips on mine. I froze. My mother had kissed me on the cheek before, but this was my first actual kiss with a girl. I was terrified, mostly because I was afraid I wasn't doing a good job. As we kissed she probed her tongue into my mouth, exploring me. I quivered in excitement, and yet in nervousness. Was this what my parents were referring to when they mentioned not letting older people "touch" me? This wasn't wrong was it? I mean she was always nice to me, always guided me. She was my best friend; my only friend....in fact I guess I had a bit of a crush on her, yet never expected she might have similar feelings.
"Come here" she said urgently, taking me towards a lounge chair. Sitting in it, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, and then pulled her skirt up, exposing to me for the first time in my life a woman's vagina.
"Would you like to touch me?" she asked. I wasn't really sure I wanted to do anything like that, but I did not want to disappoint her, after everything she had done for me. I reached out and placed my hands between her legs, feeling a bit concerned that we were doing something terribly wrong. Touching her 'there" I wasn't sure what to expect. I felt course hairs, and very soft warm flesh that was very moist. I probed a bit, causing her to breath heavily as I explored her. She quickly took my hand and guided my finger to a small soft bump and made me rub it, which really seemed to have an effect in her, as she pulled me in close and passionately kissed me, while moaning and whining, as she wriggled.
Breaking the kiss, she looked at me with excitement yet hesitation.
"Bill, I love you" she said, smiling at me. I was stunned by this. Nobody had ever said that to me. My mom barely said that to me anymore, and my dad had never said that to me. Love? I think she meant it in the 'in love' way that lovers loved each other. "Do you love me Bill?" she asked, looking into my eyes. Did I love her?.....well yes, but I'm not sure in the same way she meant. . "Yes" I whispered awkwardly.
Looking at me softly, she stroked my face gently with her hand.
"If I needed something from you, would you do it for me?" she asked.
"Sure" I said shyly, not sure where this was going.
"I'm glad to hear that Bill. Because I would do anything for you. I'm always going to be there for you....always!".
Gesturing to a desk, she said "I want you to lay down...on your back". Complying, I got on the desk and lay back, and looked up nervously as she crawled over me.
"I need you to do something for me. Something that will really make me feel good. You want to make me feel good right?" she asked with a sweet smile. I nodded, but had a feeling that I might not like what was about to happen. I was not feeling good about this, but I did love her, and didn't want to do anything that would anger her, or cause her to reject me.
She moved her body forward so she was straddling my face, her vagina only inches away, as I gasped in shock. "Bill, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, something that a man does to a woman he loves to make her feel really good" she paused.
"Ms Langton....I can't" I said, my eyes tearing up, as I prayed she would understand. I couldn't imagine putting my mouth there. I had heard guys mentioning that, but I always assumed it was all bravado and that nobody really ever did that.
"Bill", she said with slight desperation. "I really need this...you know if you ever needed anything from me I would do it for you". I felt guilty now, thinking of everything she had done for me. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...but still.
"You love me right?" she said more than asked
"Yes but...."
"Right" she said emphatically cutting me off.
I nodded defeated and whispered "Right".
She looked at me adoringly, tousled my hair, before moving herself into position. "I'm always going to love you Bill", she said before lowering her vagina to my face. "Use your tongue", she said lustily. Tentatively, worrying I might gag, I placed my tongue against her private spot, trying to shut my mind off and not think about what I was doing. The feel of it against my tongue was not bad, nor was the taste so long as I didn't give too much thought to what comes out of there. I licked her flesh, amazed at her reaction to this, as she gasped and sighed, her body undulating over me as she reacted to my efforts.
Pulling away from my face for a moment, she reached down with both hands she parted her lips and used a finger to point to a small soft bump under a hood of flesh. "Right there. Lick that, and suck on it from time to time also", she said, before moving her hands away and lowering herself again. I did exactly what she said, and she squealed loudly, and had to cover her own mouth as she shuddered from the feeling. With this she started to undulate her body sensually, gently thrusting her hips forward and backward slowly, as I focussed on giving her pleasure with my tongue. She moaned and gasped in a high pitched whine that I had to admit was quite exciting, as I felt myself getting quite hard down there, and felt a slight dampness in my underwear.
We kept this up for several minutes in the darkened room, as she ground excitedly against me, lost in the pleasure of the moment, while I worked on her, until her movements started to speed up.
"I'm almost there" she whined erotically, moving faster, more urgently until she cried out, "Oh my god...oh....!" as she suddenly cried out in such a high pitched gasp, one could almost have mistaken it for a cry of pain, as her excitement drove the wind out of her, and her whole body trembled as though a current was running through it as her mouth opened wide in a soundless gasp for about ten seconds as she pressed herself down hard on my face, before she sagged, and gasped in relief, still sitting her weight down on my face somewhat uncomfortably.
Lifting her crotch from my face, she slid herself down, and lay on top of me, before planting her lips on mine, for a long sensuous kiss as she explored my mouth with her tongue, and my heart pounded. Breaking the kiss, she got up, moving off of me.
Sitting up on the desk, I felt the emotions going through me like a whirlwind. I loved her, but I felt dirty, and a bit hurt maybe...I don't know for sure.
"Hey..you OK?" she asked softly, cupping my chin in her hand. "Yeah" I whispered.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, nodding her head as though encouraging me to respond affirmatively. I don't know exactly how I felt about what we just did, but she was the only good person in my life, and I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected by her, so I nodded and forced a smile.
Pulling me in for a hug, which felt really good at this moment, she spoke softly to me. "Bill, I know you are probably feeling many different emotions right now, and that's OK, but what's important here is that we love each other." I liked hearing her say that, and squeezed her back harder in our embrace.
"Bill, I hope you know there's nothing wrong with what we just did. It's perfectly normal when two people are in love" she said, reassuringly as her hands gently rubbed my back and shoulders. I wasn't sure, but I would trust her on that.
"The only thing is that we can't speak of this to anyone. You understand that right? Some people just wouldn't understand or accept our feelings for each other, so we need to keep this as our secret. Can you do that for me?" she asked, looking at me earnestly.
I nodded again, and she smiled, that adoring smile I loved so much as she squeezed me tightly kissing me on the cheek.
"Do you need a few minutes before we get out of here?" she asked. I nodded again, and she said "Take your time" as she pulled me in close, and we sat there with our arms around each other for several minutes. I enjoyed this, feeling so close to her, feeling loved like this as we embraced each other. After a few moments she stood, and whispered affectionately "OK, you need to get going to class or you'll be late" she said, tousling my hair.
"Let's go" she said, extending her hand to me, as I took her hand in mine, delighting in the feel of holding hands with her. When we got to the door, she said "You go first, I'll leave in a minute" as she opened the door and gestured for me to leave.
Stepping out into the hallway, I looked around guiltily, and made my way back to class, still feeling physical excitement and emotional turmoil, as I tried to focus on the rest of my day.