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Archive name: out.txt (F/F-teen, lesbian, TV-parody)
Authors name: Jasmine Taylor (Anon address)
Story title : Out of the Closet

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This is a parody of the WB TV series Gilmore Girls that 
was written for pleasure not profit and shouldn't be 
placed on a web site were admission is charged.
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Out of the Closet (F/F-teen, lesbian, TV-parody)
By Jasmine Taylor (Anon address)

***

On a cloudy winter's day a teacher finally takes the 
plunge and puts the make on Rory Gilmore, the high 
school whiz kid that she'd been admiring from a far.

***

Since the start of the term, I had been watching Rory 
exercise and work out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. 
The brunette tenth grader was the most beautiful 
cheerleader in the junior class at Chilton Prep.

All the boys in school were constantly trying to get up 
next to her, I knew, because I watched them, and to be 
honest, my own heart would literally do a flip flop 
imagining what it would be like to fondle those firm 
young breasts that constantly peeked out through the 
sides of the tight T-shirts as she went through her gym 
routines.

After gym class I watched her strut her stuff up and 
down the halls, and I spent many a moment in deep 
thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of 
parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my 
tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity might arise 
to show her the value of taking instruction from an 
older, more mature woman - one that has been around and 
knows the ropes.

To me, Rory seemed to know the score; she was very 
intelligent and knew what she wanted out of life. And I 
was positive that none of the kids her own age could 
possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I 
instinctively knew her body must crave. 

Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away 
with it, I would do anything short of rape to be able to 
lick and swallow the sacred secretions that were certain 
to flow in abundance from that delectable young woman's 
vagina.

Rory was in my English class and since she was prepping 
for Harvard next fall, I knew that she was looking for 
any extra credits that she could get her hands on. I 
decided then and there to ask her to stay after school 
for some special tutoring on admission at Harvard. 

After all I am a professor emeritus and had gone to 
Harvard myself, and I could teach her things that would 
help her get past any admissions committee. I was just 
hoping that she was just insecure to take me up on my 
offer.

I should point out that Rory has a very pleasing 
personality, and I had noticed many times her warm 
smile, which I believed was directed towards me. Once or 
twice we had brushed up against each other, and I can 
swear that I saw her nipples harden through the sheer 
fabric of her school uniform blouse.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but I was almost 
certain she lingered just a little too long on those 
occasions. The heat from her body was almost more than I 
could stand. Even though I knew the risks were great, if 
my hunch was right, Rory wouldn't run off to complain to 
either her parents or the school board. My ESP told me, 
the perky woman was ripe to try something a little bit 
different.

Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Rory come over 
to my apartment to study. I told her it would be a bit 
more relaxed and we could get comfortable while we 
cracked the books. 

Just to be sure, I wore my sexiest clothes that day. I 
didn't put on a bra, and made certain that the buttons 
on my blouse remained open halfway down. In addition, I 
wore a really tight skirt with a slit up the side, and 
some absolutely stunning perfume. 

All day long, the boys were whispering behind my back, 
and I could feel their eyes burning into me. They must 
have thought I had a hot date that evening with a 
fellow. I don't think any of them suspected that in 
reality, I was really itching to make it with one of the 
girl students - the school's prize student.

After school, when Rory arrived, we chatted for a few 
minutes before sitting down on the couch in my living 
room. My lighting is very soft and Rory looked 
absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my 
lips with my tongue I was so excited. 

Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move 
in on my prey, edging closer and closer to Rory. As she 
turned the pages of the college admittance papers, I 
reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she 
should reread a certain portion of the text. Sweat was 
starting to form on my brow, but I was determined to 
make love to her before the evening was over.

As it turned out, Rory finally took the initiative. She 
looked me right in the eye and said, "I've heard some of 
the other girls talking at school. They say you're a 
lesbian and only go to bed with other women. Is that 
true?"

Not wanting to be dishonest, I explained that while I 
had made love to men in the past, and still do when the 
mood strikes me, basically I enjoyed the tender touch 
that only another female can offer. I explained that in 
many instances, I had found men to be too rough in their 
lovemaking, that they seemed only interested in 
satisfying their own sexual needs and not those of their 
partner.

Before I could finish my impromptu speech on the values 
of lesbianism, Rory leaned over and (my heart stopped) 
kissed me. Then she pulled back and looked at me. "Did 
that do anything for your Miss Taylor?"

I looked into the depths of her shiny blue eyes and 
wanted to cry, I was so happy. "Yes honey, you're so 
sweet, I could just eat you up."

Rory looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "You know 
Miss Taylor, I think it might be rather nice if you 
should me what you do? I mean, I'm kind of curious what 
two women can do... er, if you know what I mean. I've 
had to hold back my boyfriends because of the pregnancy 
issue, but I wouldn't have to worry about that with you, 
would I."

I moaned slightly, "Oh honey, you wouldn't ever have to 
worry about anything if you'll just le me into your 
panties." I blushed when her eyes went wide at my crass 
statement.

Then before I could apologize Rory was all over me. She 
was kissing me deeply and rubbing her tender, young body 
up against mine. Through her clenched teeth she was 
whimpering and moaning that I should teach her how to 
make love to another woman. 

Later, I found out that she had wanted to make it with a 
long time oriental girlfriend, but had backed out at the 
last moment for fear of alienating the friend. I could 
just picture her and her little Korean friend in the 
throws of passion. Mmmm.

Gently, I pressed my little brunette woman-child into 
the soft cushions of the sofa. I covered her body with 
mine and began to grind into her gently. In a way, I 
felt like an over excited teenage boy who was about to 
pop his first cherry. 

While I wanted to just plunge ahead and get my own rocks 
off, I realized that for Rory's benefit I should take my 
time and show her exactly what beautiful sex two females 
could accomplish for each other. It was important, I 
felt, to make this a near perfect experience for my 
student, one that she would want to repeat again and 
again, not only with me, but later in life with other 
members of her own sex.

Together, we fondled and probed. For almost ten minutes 
I sucked on Rory's pert pink nipples. Her tits were 
soft, and spongy, and fitted into my hands just 
perfectly.

As I licked away at her breasts, I kept squeezing them, 
increasing the pressure as our excitement mounted. After 
bringing her to the point of near orgasm - and I hadn't 
even touched her sweet looking pussy yet - I suggested 
we strip completely and go into the bedroom where we 
could be more comfortable.

As Rory stretched out on the sheets, I knew that I was 
about to have the feast of my life. The triangle between 
her legs was so inviting, and through her lightly furred 
pubic hairs, I could see that her vagina was already 
drenched and her clit hard in anticipation of what was 
to happen next.

"Don't move, let me make this good for you honey," I 
told her. 

Then without saying anything else, I began to lick up 
and down her thighs, hardly able to contain my 
excitement. And when I finally touched her fiery 
furnace, she nearly jumped through the ceiling. 
Thrashing and throwing herself around on the bed, 
moaning and hissing her lust our between clenched teeth.

Rory held my head firmly with her hands tangled in my 
hair and tried to push her young sweet cunt all the way 
into my mouth. Her innocent face was now filled with 
sexual lust, and she was even starting to talk filthy, 
something that really turns me on.

My heart raced as she began to groan out filth like 
nothing I had ever expected to come from her perfect 
lips. Vaguely I wondered what her mother would have 
thought if she could hear her sweet little daughter 
right then.

"Lick me harder you cunt! Stick your tongue all the way 
up my twat. Eat my pussy until I cum all over your face, 
c'mon, harder, be my face slut, harder, faster!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Where did this 
sweet, little thing learn such things? 

Frankly, I didn't have time to ponder the question, as I 
was much too busy following her instructions. As it 
turned out, it seemed as if she were the teacher and I 
was acting the role of the student.

I saw her wonderful perfect legs began to tremble on 
either side of my face as I eat her out, licking and 
nibbling and shoving my tongue as deep as it would go.

Then a loud gasp and Rory's body jerked once, then 
twice, then soon the young woman was beyond the point of 
no return. Her legs locked around my neck and she began 
to ride my face like a cowgirl at a rodeo.

Rory must have cum at least half a dozen times. All the 
while I was using my tongue on her, I was masturbating, 
pulling my clit and stroking it as hard as I could. 
While I tongued Rory, I must have reached four or five 
climaxes myself that first time.

Afterwards I felt privileged to just lay beside her 
perfect young body, watching her lovely chest rise and 
fall as she gasped for breath. Her limps were heavy and 
her skin was shiny from perspiration, and she smelled 
wonderful, just like a clean new baby. I was in heaven.

Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each 
other until Rory graduated and headed for Harvard. Rory 
had admitted, however, that she's really glad she was in 
my class, and had the opportunity to be brought out of 
the closet by a real pro.

END

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