Roxie's Realizations

by Paperback Writer

These are works of pure fiction; there is no basis in reality, other than my own experience that inspired the fantasies.

Chapter 1

The affluent Caroline Norton School for Young Women was an exclusive private school whose mission was to enable talented girls to take on academic challenge, take risks and develop confidence in themselves and leadership their actions. The girls there were from ages 6 to 14, all clad in their distinctive black-and-white plaid school uniforms with prim white blouses.

Roxanne Garratt was a 25-year-old kindergarten teacher at Norton. She was 5'3", 95 pounds, with dark hair, pale skin and what she considered average sized breasts, although most men walking down the street would consider them much more than adequate. She had long dark hair she always wore up in a bun when she was at school. Roxie had been married for 4 years to her husband Carl Garratt, an assistant principal at a local public high school who was 10 years older. Although they had been trying for some time, they had no children yet. She had fallen in love with him while teaching there her first year, but district rules forbid husbands and wives at the same school, so she applied at Norton. Private school teacher salaries were significantly less than public schools, but in any case she was glad to have a job. On top of that, Norton's teachers there were also required to do extra duties, and hers involved acting as an assistant to Coach Janice, the school's PE teacher as well as the 4th grade soccer coach. Roxie knew next to nothing about soccer, but all that was required of her was to shuttle equipment to practices and games, and to administer first aid if there was a light injury like a skinned knee that required it.

A private person by nature, Roxie seldom spoke to the parents unless they spoke to her. She knew them mostly from seeing them at the games on Saturday. Roxie hated how most of the time the parents were always too busy talking to one another to actually watch the game. There was one set of parents with twins, though, who did watch. Their names were Katarina and Peter Naryshkin, and they had emigrated to the US from Russia. They had a set of 10-year-old fraternal twin girls; Anna, named after a Russian queen, and Livia, named after the first Empress of Rome. Before coming to the US both parents had been Russian athletes, Katarina a swimmer and Peter a gymnast. They were now both scientists, specializing in genetics. Katarina was slightly over 6' tall, Peter about 6'5". Being former athletes, the parents were extremely competitive, and expected their daughters to excel in everything, whether sports or academics.

Even though they were only 10, Anna and Livia were both tall for their age, slightly over 5', only two inches less than Roxie. Anna was the younger by 15 minutes, but the way Livia dominated her one would have guessed it was more like 5 years. Roxie could clearly see from their interactions on the soccer pitch that like her namesake, Livia was aggressive, intelligent and cruel, while the sweet Anna was much more gentle-natured and sensitive. Both were exceptional athletes, but with different styles.

Livia was a well-muscled, straight-ahead physical player who would take the ball downfield like a freight train. When she would get knocked down, she'd be on her feet in a flash and back at it, anger driving her effort. Anna was a much more strategic player, planning her every move sand handling the ball with finesse. If she was knocked down, she was slower to get back up than her sister, and would cry in frustration rather than explode in anger. Where Livia was solidly built like her mother with big shoulders and a short brown pageboy hair, Anna was slimmer, with her father's sleek gymnastics body and long strawberry blonde hair she kept tied back in a ponytail.

Ever since she was a girl, Roxie had only been attracted to men. However, during the games as she watched the girls run up and down the field, every now and then she caught herself daydreaming about Anna, about her slim hips and cute little tush under those soccer shorts. Roxie was extremely surprised one day when, watching Anna run downfield on a fast break, she found herself imagining how it would feel to put her arms around the young girl, run her hands over the pale white globes of her ass, to reach up under the soccer jersey and caress her developing breast buds, eventually reaching down the front of her shorts and exploring the space between her young legs. Shocked out of her daydream by a referee's whistle, Roxie felt a warm surging tingle of desire between her legs that simply would not go away by itself; after the game she rushed home and immediately fucked Carl's brains out to extinguish the fire in her vagina.

What was more amazing was that she soon began to fantasize at every game, necessitating her rushing into Carl's home office where he was usually grading papers, standing him up and kissing him wildly while urgently pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Then she'd either make him lie on the floor or push him back into his chair and mount him reverse-cowboy style. It had happened so regularly that Carl started looking forward to game days.

"Jeez, Roxanne! All that sunshine and fresh air must really invigorate you," he once remarked, as she rode him to her 2nd climax of the afternoon. He had no idea that the thing driving his young wife's passion was not him, but fantasies about a willowy 10-year-old girl with fair skin, freckles, and long strawberry blonde hair. However, two months into the soccer season, it was making him a very happy man.

One morning, Anna woke up feeling very strange. Her breasts felt tender, kind of swollen. Although she had gotten a full night's sleep, she felt like she hadn't slept at all. Her stomach felt a little queasy. Thinking it was flu, she took her temperature. It was 99.7 degrees, a little above normal but not the 100 degrees plus of a fever. She staggered into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet when she realized her period was 4 days overdue. She took an early pregnancy test out of the drawer, and opened it. 3 minutes later, she saw that after 2 years of trying, she was finally pregnant. She began to cry tears of joy. Incredibly, her baby was conceived from fucking that was inspired by 10-year-old Anna!

Chapter 2

The following week during practice, in the middle of a tough scrimmage there came the sound of two bodies colliding. Anna and her team mate, Brittany, were on the ground. Ana had incredibly strong legs, and while kicking a long cross-field pass around Brittany, her right ankle had made contact with Amy's hard plastic shin-guard. Both girls had gone down. Brittany stood up, and seemed as good as new. Anna was crying quietly, as the hard plastic of the shin-guard combined with the velocity of her kick seemed to have done some damage. Anna's sister Livia was there, offering her usual support. "Stop crying, you big baby. Suck it up and get going. You're such a loser." Disgusted, she walked away. Grabbing the first-aid kit, Roxie ran to where Anna was sitting.

Anna looked up at Roxie, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mrs. Garratt, I'm not being a baby. It REALLY hurts." Roxie knelt on the grass, and gently felt Anna's right ankle. Anna drew a sharp breath, and gave a little cry of pain. Just then Coach Wennerstrom came over.

"Call her parents, then an ambulance, get her into St. Randall's emergency room," Coach Wennerstrom ordered. "The school doesn't want to be sued, so let's just take every precaution."

"Coach, can Mrs. Garratt come and stay with me? I'd feel better if she was with me until my parents get there," Anna asked suddenly. Even though she knew she'd never be brave enough to try anything, Roxie suddenly felt flattered by the girl's request. Her face flushed, and her pussy began to tingle at the idea of just being alone with this delicious girl for a few minutes.

"I can meet the ambulance at the ER, Jan, and stay with her for a bit. It won't be a problem." Relieved, Coach Wennerstrom nodded her consent and returned to running soccer practice while Roxie used her cell phone to call and leave a message with Anna's parents, and then called the ambulance service. The ambulance arrived quickly, and the girl was taken away. Picking up Anna's backpack, Roxie walked over and asked Livia, "Will you take your sister's things home for her?"

Olivia sneered, and just said, "No. I'm not her slave," then ran away to be with her friends. Disgusted, Roxie carried it to her car with her. Once in the car, though, just out of curiosity she unzipped the bag and looked in the pockets to see if she could find out more about Anna's personal life. Sure enough, at the bottom of the bag was a little book that said "My Diary" on the cover.

When she was young, Roxie was taught never ever to read another girl's private diary, so she was feeling very naughty as she quickly opened up the diary and thumbed through it. There were the usual entries that all girls have about hating her sister, how stupid boys are, and how homework sucked. But she was stopped cold as she turned a page and saw a smiling photo cutout of herself. Anna had apparently cut it out of an old team picture, and taped it at the top of the page. Her hands shaking, Roxie read the loopy 4th grade cursive writing beneath it.

"Dear Diary," it read, "Mrs. Garratt is the best soccer coach and prettiest teacher I have ever, ever, ever seen in my entire life ever. She doesn't know that I know, but when I'm playing she totally watches me and hardly any of the other players. It's like she thinks I'm the only player worth watching, and it makes me play that much harder. I am so jealous she's married. I hope her dumb husband knows how lucky he is. If I was older, I'd get a car and drive up to her house and take her away from him, and we'd go somewhere far away like Alaska or Hawaii or Canada, and where we could live together and I could get a job and we'd be happy in our own house and stuff." Roxie swallowed, suddenly choked up by the passionate feelings she was reading. She went on to the next paragraph.

"At night, I could come home from work and she would hug me and kiss me hello and then cook our dinner and then we'd light a fire and I'd read out loud to her from her favorite book until it was bedtime. Then we'd go to bed, and we'd kiss more and I'd touch her boobies and other stuff until we fell asleep." The writing ended there, and with a start Roxie realized that she had been rubbing the crotch of her panties with her fingers, and they were now soaked through. Realizing the time, she called Carl to explain why she'd be late, then started the car and drove to the Emergency Room.

Showing the school release form from Anna's parents and her ID, Roxie was led by the nurse to a small private observation room. "Have a seat. They'll be bringing her back here in a few minutes. Her ankle's not broken, but the X-ray showed one of the bones her ankles has a hairline fracture. They're putting a cast on it, and she'll have to stay off of it for a few days."

Just then, an orderly brought Anna into the room. Seeing Roxie, her face lit up. "Mrs. Garratt, you're here!" she sang out. Roxie watched as they orderly lifted Anna and put her in the bed, and was thrilled when the back of the gown parted just a bit as he lifted and she was able to get a quick peek at Anna's naked back, from her neck to her wonderful luscious pale bottom.

The orderly said, "You're to stay in this bed and rest here until your parents arrive, to let your ankle start to heal. If you need to go to the bathroom, ring the bell and the nurse will bring you a bedpan, OK?" Anna nodded her head, and blushed, embarrassed at having a man talk to her about going potty. He left them alone in the room.

Chapter 3

When they were alone, Roxie impulsively sat on the side of the bed and wrapped her arms around the young girl, giving her a big hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek, then another closer to the girl's lips. It was all she could do to resist kissing Anna directly on the mouth. After their greeting, she daringly kept her arms around the girl, wanting to prolong their contact for as long as she could.

Their faces were close, only a few inches apart, and Roxie inhaled the young girl's delicious scent, sweetness and shampoo combined with tangy sweat from soccer practice. Her mouth involuntarily began to water, and she had to swallow. She started thinking about Anna's nakedness underneath the hospital gown. "Of course I'm here, silly," she whispered, "You wanted me to be here."

She reached up and stroked the girl's forehead, and ran her hands through Anna's silky hair. "I even brought your backpack for you so you could even start your homework if you wanted."

Anna's eyes suddenly went wide, as if in shock. "Did you look in my backpack?" she asked. "There was some personal stuff in there, along with my homework."

"Oh, no," Roxie lied. "Why on earth would I do that? Now, do you need anything, something to eat or drink?"

"Actually, I really have to pee, so I guess I'll call the nurse." She reached for the bell cord, but Roxie gently grabbed her arm.

"Don't be silly, the nurses in the ER are very busy. I'll help you", she said seriously. She held up the bedpan, which was specially designed to fit girls. "Lift up your gown, and I'll hold this in place for you."

"Are you sure you want to do that? It's gross!" replied Anna. Roxie reminded her that she had to clean up the occasional kindergartener potty mess, and that it was not a big deal. "OK, then, if you don't mind." Anna pulled up her gown and spread her legs, exposing her beautiful little cunny. A little blonde fuzz was beginning to form above it. Without showing it, Roxie forgot to breathe for a second as she put the bedpan in place. The young girl took a deep breath and released, warm liquid flowing into the container. "OK, I'm done, Mrs. Garratt," Anna finally said.

"Anna, given the circumstances, I think that from here on out, outside of school you can call me Roxie – just never, ever in school, you promise?" Roxie took the container into the bathroom and emptied it out.

"I promise, Mrs Garr.." Anna corrected herself –"I mean, Roxie." Roxie returned from the bathroom with a warm, damp washcloth. "Now we need to clean you off, Anna, so please lie back and relax. Anna did as she was told, lying back and closing her eyes. Roxie took the warm cloth, and began to gently clean the girl's exposed cunny lips. Her little crack was so warm! The cloth was soft and damp, and Roxie gently moved it down into the virgin crevice. Anna made tiny noises, and did not protest at Roxie doing such a thorough cleaning job, and her cunny lips responded as well, blooming out in pleasure. Roxie lifted the cloth away, and Anna made a sad moaning sound.

"Are you sure I'm clean enough now, Roxie?" the girl asked, secretly wishing the answer was no. Fearing the girl's parents might show up any minute, Roxie covered the girl up, but not before making one last caress with the washcloth on the down of her cunny, this time trailing her finger along after the cloth. Anna gasped again, but Roxie, unable to resist any longer, silenced her by leaning over and kissing her gently on the lips. Anna softly kissed back, but when Roxie pulled away the young girl had a stunned look on her face.

Roxie apologized, "I'm sorry, Anna. You must know you're one of my favorite players, and I couldn't resist showing you a small sign of my affection. I won't do it again."

"Oh, no, Roxie, it's just that I really wanted to do that for so long but it was a secret, I can't believe it really happened! I really love you, and..." Anna's hands went to her face, and she started crying. Roxie immediately put her arms around the girl and held her close to her chest, rocking her.

"Shhhh, Anna, it's all right. It's all right." While Roxie was comforting her, she also slid her hand down the back of the hospital gown, and gently caressed the girl's bottom. "Oh, Anna, I love you, too, but it has to be our little secret, OK? Teachers are not supposed to fall in love with students." Anna looked up at her, and, sniffling, nodded her head. Roxie slipped her hand lower under her player's round bottom cheeks, and pulled her closer. Her fingers were in range of the girl's tempting and innocent cunny.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, Roxie," Anna reassured her. "Ever. But can I ask you something?"

"Anything, love, but quickly – your parents should be here any second." Roxie looked at the clock, amazed it was so late, nearly 8pm.

"Can you please kiss me like you do your husband? I want you to love me like you love him," Anna pleaded. Roxie smiled, and bent her head down. Anna's head came up, and then she touched her lips to the older woman's. Roxie was amazed at how wonderful the girl's lips felt, wanted to maul them in raw passion, but that would have to wait. For now, her lips stayed gentle, willing, and her tongue slid along the young girl's loosening lips.

Anna cautiously opened her mouth further, the tips of their tongues met, then softly danced, shyly welcoming each other. Roxie's one hand caressed the girl's soft butt cheeks, while the other reached up and rubbed her budding nipples through the gown. Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, Roxie quickly broke off the kiss, breaking their embrace but not before whispering "More later," and slipped her finger along the girl's damp cunny as she withdrew her hand. Anna giggled.

When Katarina and Peter entered the observation room, Roxie was sitting primly reading a magazine in the guest chair, and Anna was feigning sleep. They gushed their appreciation, apologizing for being so late. Roxie reassured them that it was no imposition whatsoever.

When she got home, Carl had prepared steak for dinner. She knocked back her glass of red wine, wolfed down half the steak in about a minute, then took her stunned husband by the hand and led him to the couch. Quickly undressing them both from the waist down, she lifted her skirt and straddled his hardness, riding him like a dog in heat until she reached orgasm repeatedly, leaving him begging for mercy before she finally collapsed, her lust for the young girl sated.