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Authors name: Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
Story title : Private Lessons
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Private Lessons (ff-teens, 1st les-expr, rom)
by Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
***
A young girl's casual crush on the school's beauty queen
comes to a very unexpected and dramatic crossroad one
night at a pool party.
***
Brenda Richter was one of those girls that every other
girl in the school either loved or hated, but all envied.
Michelle was no different. She had admired the
girl's curvaceous, perfect body and covergirl looks since
she first met her. Brenda had a confident air about her
that was disarming too, though this didn't seem like a
great mystery to the lesser blessed girls of the school;
with looks like Brenda's--those penetrating green eyes,
long, flowing wavy blond hair, and silken, flawless skin-
-who couldn't be confident?
Michelle was no slouch herself. Though petite (a good
seven inches shorter than the tall, stunning Brenda), the
brunette Michelle had the doe-eyed face of an
innocent: luminous brown eyes, large and captivating, and
a fine, slender but well developed body too. The boys
were always looking at her behind, and indeed,
it was her greatest attribute: a masterfully sculpted
half-globe of sumptuous wonder, and could not be improved
upon one iota.
Her fair skin only had a few small freckles on the
shoulders and back, and was otherwise as clear and baby-
soft as Brenda's. Michelle's dark brown hair was thick,
straight, and as sweet to the touch as the finest silk,
draped in shining majesty over her bare shoulders as she
sat by the pool, watching her friends. She didn't feel
like going in, and was just enjoying the party walking
around, snacking, and, flirting a bit with a couple of
choice boys.
"Better latch onto one early," her friend Barbara had
joked, "Brenda will have them all drooling after her soon
enough." The two long-time friends shared a giggle.
Barbara was one of a group of friends that had actually
woven their way into the inner circle of Brenda's coveted
companions. In fact, Brenda was a mentor of theirs, in a
way, as she had calmly inferred her vast experience with
boys. Well, naturally, everyone wanted to know details.
This was the age that mental note-taking, and learning
from the "pros" was paramount. One girl had fearlessly
admitted she wanted to learn how to kiss really well, so
that she would knock her boyfriend out of his socks. The
other girls giggled, and joked about "kissing lessons,"
but Brenda made it pretty clear that a lesson or two
wasn't a bad idea.
Whispers followed during a sleepover: "Brenda, could
you... I mean... help me.." and "Hey, I heard Brenda gave
Lisa some lessons.." and the rumors started to fly. How,
everyone wondered, do you get kissing lessons from
someone of such stature and experience. Just go up and
ask? No one had the guts to do that, but the girls
started to watch each other and listen for hints, trying
to figure out who, if anyone, had done so. It was a
secret within a secret, one that no one wanted to admit
to, and everyone wanted.
One night, at Barbara's house, there was a slumber party
that Brenda had missed. The chat topic meandered to
Brenda, naturally, and Michelle had blurted out, "Ooh, I
would kill for some kissing lessons from that girl."
Peals of nervous and uncertain laughter followed, and the
girls lolled on their pillows, socked feet waving in the
air in their nighties and panties as they penetrated the
night with fantasy talk of dreams and desires.
Michelle got up from her patio chair and weaved her way
through the gaggle of schoolmates, drawing a few stares
from the boys in the group as she wiggled slowly to the
wet bar in her miniscule light blue bikini. Brenda had
just turned around after grabbing a coke, and flashed a
smile that would have sold out the "Seventeen" rack at
the grocery store in seconds. Michelle watched her walk
away for a few seconds, and sighed in silent envy at the
body, a work of anatomical genius, magnificent in the
tiniest red t-back bathing suit that probably would have
had the parents sending everyone home, if any parents had
been here. Michelle got a diet Sprite and walked back to
her chair, where Barbara was.
"Aren't you going in the pool?" Barb asked.
"Yeah, but not yet...just want to hang out for a while
first. She tossed her long, chestnut brown hair back and
spied a boy, Tommy Raller, that she liked. Maybe now
would be a good time to make small talk with the football
star, before Brenda walked by him. She moved slowly, and
then stopped watching from a distance. Michelle was at
the far corner of the patio, standing almost of the
shadow of the lights. Beyond that was the lush landscaped
yard of the huge
mansion-like home. She cocked her head, trying to lip-
read Tommy as he chatted with another boy, when she felt
a warm hand on shoulder.
"Hi," the honeyed voice came from behind. Michelle turned
to see Brenda standing there, smiling. Brenda had yet to
be in the pool either, and she was radiant, as always.
"Oh, hi Brenda, how's it going?"
"I heard you wanted lessons," Brenda said, fixing her
emerald gaze on Michelle.
Michelle frowned for a moment, unsure of what she meant.
"Lessons.." she repeated, trying to find the memory. Just
then, Brenda took her wrist.
"It's ok," Brenda said, "you don't have to be shy about
it. I'll be glad to give you some."
Michelle just stared at her, wondering.
"Now is a good time, actually....this party is kind of
dull right now, and I don't feel like swimming. Do you?"
Then the "lessons" meaning dawned on Michelle. The
kissing lessons! She blushed deeply, but before she could
say a word, Brenda's grip on her wrist had her following
the blonde girl down past the patio lights into the
darkness. "C'mon," Brenda said, pulling Michelle past the
shrubbery to a tree-shrouded area near a brick wall.
Michelle wanted to protest at first, but her head was
swimming. Ok, she thought, why not now? Tommy would be
there later anyway, and maybe her friends could enjoy
boy-hunting without the main competition around. She
followed dutifully, feeling almost like a child being led
by a teacher, and in essence, wasn't that was Brenda was
going to be? She couldn't help but glance at the gentle
twitch of Brenda's buttocks, as perfect as her own and
separated only by the slender strap of red fabric nestled
in the crevice of her bottom. Brenda led her to a
beautiful, heavily foliated garden, with a little brick
footpath. Palm trees and big oaks were jumbled together
along with large, lush ferns, and there was soft ground
level lighting coming from the shrubbery, casting gentle
shrouds of dark blue and green light, enough to see each
other and the wrought-iron bench nearby. Her bare feet
tingled on the cool brick footpath, which ended at the
bench.
Brenda turned around and smiled down at her. "You did
want the lessons, right?"
"Umm..well, yeah," Michelle said, a blush creeping across
her face. She could hear the chatter of the party like a
TV in another room.
"Well, all you had to do was come and ask, me, girl,"
Brenda half-scolded, "but we'll deal with that later."
Michelle had no idea what that meant, but her concern
quickly left when Brenda stood close in front of her.
"Ok," Brenda said, like a coach, "important position when
kissing a boy, is to tilt your head a little...and don't
be in a hurry to give tongue. Let him start. You just
open your mouth a little for him, and let him start.
Understand?"
"I...I think so," Michelle said nervously.
"All right," Brenda went on. "Let's try this first, just
open your mouth, and lean in a little, and remember the
tilt. I'll be the boy, ok?"
That made sense. Michelle was 5'2, Brenda towered over
her at 5'9. Michelle swallowed and tilted her head
slightly, parting her lips. As Brenda's face came closer,
she looked at the approaching mouth in wonder (Brenda
Richter's lips...about to kiss mine???). Michelle stood
still, her arms at her sides, as Brenda, with a hand on
each of Michelle's shoulders, enclosed her mouth firmly
with hers. It couldn't be helped that Brenda's full
breasts, barely covered by the bikini, touched hers, and
the fabric was thin enough on both of their garments for
Michelle to feel the taller girl's nipples poking her
skin gently.
Brenda's mouth was a luscious fruit sent from the gods.
There was, at first, a vague cool trace of Coca-Cola,
then the warmer sweetness of the girl's mouth, her lips
soft but commanding as they engulfed hers.
Michelle tried to concentrate on the technique, and
waited for Brenda's tongue. It stabbed gently into her
mouth just then, making contact with her own, and
Michelle responded, moving her tongue forward. It slid
sensually against Brenda's and Michelle felt a bolt of
pleasure course through her, spreading into her veins
like a runaway river. The sensations startled her, she
had awkwardly kissed a couple of boys on the mouth
before, but never knew that kissing a girl could feel
quite like this.
Brenda broke the union of their mouths suddenly and
smiled at her. "Relax." She rubbed Michelle's bare
shoulders up and down comfortingly. "You did fine, you
just need to relax. Let's try again."
Michelle found that she could only nod, her heart pounded
so furiously in her chest now. Her body seemed to sparkle
like a night full of stars.
This time, Brenda held her forearms and drew her closer,
and Michelle's mouth opened as she felt her body being
pulled gently towards the taller girl. As Brenda's mouth
imprisoned hers again, Michelle instinctively put her
arms up around the blonde's neck, and felt the golden
locks fall over her skin. Brenda slid her arms around
Michelle's waist, and almost imperceptibly urged her
closer. Their bodies were touching-- breasts, tummies,
legs--and Michelle felt her mouth melt when the other
girl's warm, silky tongue explored her again.
A whimper escaped from her throat, and she was suddenly
mortified at the thought that she was locked in a deep
French kiss with the most beautiful girl in her school,
and had just let her know with that little sound that she
was enjoying it. Whatever fear she had about giving
herself away seemed to evaporate when Brenda's hands
moved warmly in slow circles on her back.
Keep cool, Michelle told herself, but she was certain
that Brenda had not only heard the soft moan she had let
out, but could feel the hammering of her heart against
her chest as well. A wild, excited pang wove through her
insides, not unlike the feeling of being on a roller
coaster. She was acutely aware now, as Brenda gently
devoured her lips, of how little she had on. Being in the
warm, silky embrace of another girl in her tiny bikini
made her feel almost naked, and the tender mound between
her legs began to roil with moisture and intense warmth.
Michelle didn't know what to do. Does this end? And if
so, who ends it? Is Brenda expecting her to pull away, or
does this "lesson" go on until the teacher says? Michelle
was just about to break the kiss, just to get a breath,
as her chest was beginning to heave with excitement, when
Brenda did the unthinkable.
The tall, gorgeous blonde's hand slid down Michelle's
back and under the waist of her bikini bottoms. Michelle
flinched as Brenda's slender fingers slid over her round
ass cheeks and massaged them slowly under the thin
fabric. Her knees were turning to jelly, and she felt as
if she had run out of air. She broke the kiss, keeping
her wrists looped around the taller girl's neck, and
suddenly her face was buried against Brenda's graceful
neck, gasping softly. Her mouth, which had been kissing
the gorgeous girl fully, seemed to have a mind of its
own, and formed another kiss on Brenda's neck, just below
her ear.
Michelle could feel Brenda smile, and then felt the
girl's other hand stroke her hair gently, comfortingly.
The blonde kept her hand inside Michelle's bikini bottom,
exploring her ass without apology.
"It's all right, baby," Brenda cooed in a low whisper,
stroking Michelle's silky hair.
The words wound around her like a warm blanket, and
seemed to melt her even deeper into the taller girl's
embrace. Michelle whimpered softly again, as she realized
the fullness of her surrender to her beautiful classmate.
Now there was no pretending. The understanding moved
through both of them like an ocean wave, leaving a
wordless, impossible, entrancing notion: Michelle's
intense arousal was clear, and left her nearly helpless
in the taller girl's arms. Brenda exploration of her
seemed to lay claim to every inch of the brunette's skin
she touched.
Michelle was at Brenda's mercy, and they both knew it.
As if to define the point, Brenda moved her finger
purposefully down the length of Michelle's ass crack, her
fingernail brushing over the tiny puckered rosebud on the
way down. She wiggled it slowly at the lowest point,
finding a cauldron of syrupy nectar within the confines
of the tiny bikini bottom.
"Hmm!" Brenda murmured. "My student is pretty excited
about this new class, hmm?"
Michelle flushed deeply, humiliation mixing with her
near-panicked excitement and somehow catapulting it into
a new realm of desire.
"Ohhh, Brenda," she stammered, her voice shaking with
arousal. Michelle could hide nothing now, and her petite
body was alive, and humid with excitement. She only
vaguely realized, with her face plastered against
Brenda's lovely shoulder, that she was humping her hips
into the other girl. It didn't matter, nothing mattered
to Michelle now except her worship of the blonde goddess.
She looked up into Brenda's eyes as her hips bucked,
pushing her mound into Brenda's open legs, their pussies
mashing together with the tiny triangles of fabric their
only barrier.
Michelle let out a desperate moan as her clit rubbed
against the tall beauty's mound. Brenda looked down into
her eyes, still holding Michelle's lovely little butt in
one hand, riding the pumping of her hips as the smaller
girl humped her slowly. Michelle's gasped as Brenda,
smiling coolly at her, reached down and hooked her finger
in the front of Michelle's bikini bottom and pulled it to
the side away from her, letting the elastic catch on the
side of her vulva. She had exposed her cunt to the air,
now, and the next thrust from Michelle's hips pressed her
naked pussy against Brenda's mound.
She felt like a young, wild animal now, hopelessly snared
by a beautiful huntress predator, her body writhing
slowly out of control. She arched, her head falling back
and her hair dangling onto her back, her mouth wide open
as Brenda held her. Brenda kissed her again as she lay
her face to the sky, firmly claiming her mouth and
drilling her soft lips with that silken tongue. It was
too much for poor Michelle. Brenda's hand on her round,
pouting ass cheeks, her sex bared to the scantily clad
beauty queen who now mouthed her at will....a climax rose
from deep within her young body and seized her. She
clamped her legs around Brenda's smooth, shapely thigh
and rubbed furiously as their mouths entwined and she
moaned loudly, finally breaking her mouth free and
squealing as the orgasm jolted her.
Brenda held Michelle against her as she twitched and
purred against her body. Michelle panted into Brenda's
breast, her life changed forever by this shameless
display of desire for another girl.
Brenda stroked her hair slowly again, and whispered, "I
know, Michelle...it's all right. No one will know."
But what would they not know? The kissing lessons? Or the
wanton, out-of- control humping and cumming all over this
blonde beauty that she could never have dreamed of
happening in a million years. Brenda, who seemed be able
to read Michelle's mind now, answered the unspoken
question: "No one will know... that you're my girl," she
said.
Michelle shivered at the words. She felt her heart and
pussy melt again almost instantaneously, because she knew
exactly that is what had happened in the darkness of this
hidden garden.
"Your girl..." she whispered against Brenda's breast,
trying out the new idea. Then, she looked up at Brenda,
totally enraptured. The blonde nodded and touched her
lips, and Michelle repeated, as if her destiny had just
been handed to her.
"Your girl...."
Brenda felt Michelle's knees shaking. She moved to the
side and pointed to the bench.
"Sit down, Michelle." Michelle pulled her bikini closed,
and sat, unable to take her eyes from Brenda's. The tall
blonde stood in front of her, one hand on her hip, and
the other cupping Michelle's chin like a child.
"From now on, baby, when you have something you want from
me, you come and ask. You don't go telling others.
Understood?"
Michelle looked up at the girl who now seemed to own her,
and shivered. Each new exchange of words was another
confirmation of her inexorable role as Brenda's
submissive.
"Yes, Brenda."
"Good girl."
Without thinking, Michelle wrapped her arms around the
blonde's waist and hugged her face to Brenda's lower
tummy, just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
She nestled her cheek into the soft skin, so close the
warm treasure below. She amazed herself: she wanted to be
a "good girl" for Brenda. The blonde stroked her like a
pet, their young skin warm and silky against one another.
Then, Brenda leaned back. Her voice changed to a slightly
sterner tone.
"Umm, Michelle..." Brenda pointed to a glistening smear
on her thigh.
"See the mess you made, girl? I think you have some
cleaning to do."
Michelle turned a deep red. "Oh I'm sorry, Brenda..I--"
"Get on your knees and clean it up, now."
"Yes, Brenda," Michelle nodded, kneeling in front of the
blonde. She started to wipe the spot with her fingers,
and Brenda pushed her hand away.
"Clean it with your mouth, Michelle."
"Ohh..I'm sorry..yes..." Michelle looked up at Brenda,
then lowered her face to the blonde girl's thigh and
licked and sucked the juices from her. Her cheek brushed
her captor's mound as she did, and she could smell the
humid, sweet-muskiness of Brenda's excitement. A new wave
of weakness engulfed her. She licked slowly, obediently,
looking up into Brenda's face every so often for
approval.
"Good girl," Brenda said. "Take my bottoms off now."
Michelle pulled Brenda's red bikini bottoms off, her
heart pounding with a searing combination of fear and
desire. She looked at Brenda's trimmed, blonde pussy as
the bottoms came down her legs. She guided them to her
ankles and then off, and placed them on the bench. Brenda
smiled down at her, and lifted one leg, placing her foot
on the brunette's shoulder.
Michelle, panting with anticipation now, looked into
Brenda's deep green eyes as the dominant girl slid her
fingers firmly into Michelle's hair.
"And now you get a gift, baby, for being such a good
kissing student. You want me, don't you, Michelle?"
The kneeling brunette could barely speak. "Oh...oh yes,
Brenda..." she whispered.
Wordlessly, Brenda pulled Michelle's face into her sex,
and Michelle moaned as her nose and mouth sank into the
warm, slick flesh. She licked deeply, her face becoming
lathered with Brenda's arousal, and when she twice lifted
her face to get more air, strands of the sweet fluid hung
from her nose and upper lip, bridging across to Brenda's
beautiful cunt.
Michelle feasted on Brenda, wanting to please her so
much, sucking on her clit, licking her pussy, thrusting
her tongue deep into the warm hole and nearly drowning in
her nectar. Brenda moved her hips against Michelle's face
and moaned with pleasure, and finally, her magnificent
body arching on the bench, shuddered intensely and let
out an "Ohhhhhgoddddyessssss" as her climax erupted.
Michelle lay there afterward, her face resting on
Brenda's mound, her face coated with the beauty queen's
juices, as Brenda stroked her.
"Whose girl are you, Michelle?" the blonde asked quietly,
the sounds of the party scratchy and muffled in the
distance.
Michelle, dazed by the incredible evening that turned her
into Brenda's slave, moved her lips to answer, tiny
blonde hairs brushing her moist lips.
"I'm your girl, Brenda."
Half an hour later, the girls returned to the party, and
Brenda jumped in the pool as if nothing had happened.
Michelle tried hard to look normal and relaxed, and went
in for a swim too.
A voice came up behind her, and Michelle realized it was
Barbara.
"Where the hell have you been?" her friend asked.
"Oh...didn't feel well, and umm. went to lay down for a
bit."
"Oh," Barbara said, looking at her friend suspiciously.
Michelle forced a smile and went underwater. When she
glided back up, she turned and saw Brenda smiling at her
from across the pool.
END
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