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(M/f-teen, oral, anal) *** Her tight black jersey was long-sleeved. The low-cut neck line was circled by tiny embroidered leaf and flower forms. Her breasts, shaped as perfect as could be, were proportioned slightly larger than you'd expect for an adolescent. They looked ready to suckle. The deep cleavage in between them was on conspicuous, erotic, view. If she was a "type" it was the gypsy- princess-indian maiden variety, and if on the planet more than fifteen years it wasn't by very much. A sash tied at her waist was also black. It was edged with tiny beads and had the look of an expensive Madison Avenue boutique. The ends of the garment flowed down between her supple thighs which were open just a little too much for a girl freshly past puberty. The garment modestly hid her pussy from view, but also called attention to it. The black spandex tights that fit her lower body like glistening second skin revealed the slightest twitch of the smallest muscle. The sash's woven texture against the slick spandex set off the beauty of her teenage form exquisitely. I thought I could feel the cheeks of her small cute ass, which I could see in profile, pressed against that lucky bench. The general look: school girl casual cool and though still tasteful a little too erotic for a kid her age. She inspired a pornographic poem on the spot: "Pussy, sweet pussy—young cunt, how I adore you! On my mind's tip tongue you dwell, always." I was making a professional visit to a private school with a High Establishment pedigree, the elite St. James's Institute, whose charter was granted by the King himself. The massive brownstone and granite buildings of hoary ecclesiastical style proclaimed solid old wealth while the quality of the new section impressed just as much. I stepped inside and smelled the clean smell of money. I was greeted in the lobby, directed to sign-in, then guided to the proper location. Two other visiting art teachers and me formed the evaluation team. We gathered in large and bright working studio made still brighter by its spaciousness and skylights high overhead. Along the walls the usual art paraphernalia was neatly arranged and open shelves for work in progress were now almost empty. Another smell: the energy of young, vibrant bodies and their creative efforts made a good karma you could practically taste. On our left about seven or eight students, girls, were seated at table. A small snack of juice and fruit, rice cakes and nuts had been set out for them. We visitors were as much motivated by the prospect of a day off from our own duties as anything serious and were pleased when our host, from Connecticut with three of her own children in the school, said she could spare only an hour with us. Now 9:30, that meant we would virtually have a whole day off. The weather couldn't be better, we might learn a professional trick or two and in the bargain even look good to our own school. Perfect. The host teacher explained the program. Immediately, my mind began to wander. All of us were only going through the motions, just the same as the students, marking off these few days before we all escaped into that golden reward: Summer. This group, I heard her say, was having it's last class meeting today, and when I glanced across at them, my limp attention suddenly perked up! A familiar little spasm passed over me. The group of ninth or possibly tenth grade girls, 14 or 15 years old, perhaps one or two a bit older, chatted quietly while they ate. Our task wasn't going to be a difficult: this was an elite school lacking in nothing, including many beautiful, sexy girls. My, my I thought as I regarded each of them briefly, if this be a random group of girls gathered before me, then there is more beautiful young cunt in this place than is usual for a private school! The tight black stretch pants which hugged lasciviously at all the right curves, and the various types of tailored shirts, vests or pullovers was the normal outfit for a New York City private school, but the bodies in them were anything but routine. As attractive as all of them were I did not study the whole group very long. My full attention was sized the moment my eyes fell upon one of them, seated a little apart from the rest. All were at one table, but the one girl, this stunner, this incredible sight—she was perhaps 15, not more—was alone at the next table. She jolted my brain out of its slumber far better than morning caffeine. Later I was to learn her name was Bridgit, the subject of this true writing. Who is this extraordinarily beautiful girl? Where does she come from? Her parents, are they famous or wealthy— or both? I was in elite-ville after all. Her presence was faun-like and captured me completely. It was hard for me to turn my head away yet if I didn't do so soon the others might begin to notice my enchantment. I was keenly aware that I was the only male in the room. The sight of her small, tight ass pressed against the bench excited my imagination. Had any boy yet had the pleasure of knowing the feel of that cool ass? Had any boy put his lips against those cheeks? Perhaps another girl? A degree of lesbian play was pretty normal in these schools. I turned away. I was staring to get a stiff. A firm round young teenage girl's ass is among the most beautiful objects nature has fashioned. By now I should be immune to these alluring young girls. So many of them had been in my classes over the years, wiggling their ass in my face, their hard tits high and pushed out, bodies bending, stretching, flexing, radiating intense sexuality. How could they ever become routine? They were too breathtaking. And if I did became indifferent to any one of them (sometimes this did happen), there was always a new group to inspect and appreciate each September. And inspect I did. Many of my girls were able to surmise my desire for them and they loved it. Snap out of it! We were invited to move on. Quick mental notes: long straight hair, very dark but not quite black, highlighted beautifully from the skylight above. Face: innocent pubescent open gaze like in ads in teen magazines. Body could model thong underwear for the "young miss." Skin: flawless and fair, the juvenile blood coursing under its surface blushing it very slightly pink. No blemish of any sort I could see, and her skin glowed on this spring morning like the sunshine. No make up; maybe a tiny amount of lip gloss. In tights, her legs looked exquisitely long and delicious. The profile of her ass was promising. Tits any right thinking boy would love to suck. Nature: I just stood there in awe that nature could form so beautiful a creature as this young one whose tender perfection was almost unbelievable. She was more seductive than I thought one her age could be. So, unexpected bonus of the trip! I shouldn't have been surprised. The top tier of New York City private schools is filled with girls of outstanding looks. The young lasses who appear in the ads have to go to school somewhere, and schools like this one is where they are. Most of them know how attractive they are—some have the model bookings to prove it—and these limber teens dress to emphasize their bodies. When two or more such sweethearts are in the same classroom at the same time, I amazed the smoke alarms don't sound off. School girls of this caliber tend to set up the unofficial but ruling dress code, the only code that really counts. Skintight black spandex patterned on athletic gear is the fashion right now. The feeling of sexy nakedness they give is very seductive. We adults, more drably attired, moved on to visit the other spaces, I did something that I realize now was necessary to the delicious series of events that were to follow this visit. On the way out we passed close to the students, so, as casually as I could manage I asked about this group of girls. They were ninth and some tenth grade students. And when I glanced at her, she was looking directly at me. Our eyes locked for a mere fraction of a moment. But I got it. I felt it. I held my breath. Then I found myself out in the hallway. I regretted I got no more than a brief look at this celestial body. The encounter made me wish for more. The rest of the tour was uneventful. I went in search of my knapsack down the passageway from which we entered when I saw her again; saw HER again, coming toward me. Perhaps fifteen feet separated us. Everything happened quickly. Closer now, our eyes locked together again. I made my stare fixed and deliberate this time so she could not mistake my interest. Our looks seemed to penetrate each other and meld together. She walked directly toward me, a neutral expression on her face. Her lips were parted. Her teeth were so white and perfect! The space between us diminished to an arm length. I couldn't think of anything clever to say! I just held a dumb grin. We actually had to sway away from each other to avoid a collision. Her eyes were stunning. I gave a little nod and grin. I put as much smile into my "hello" as I could. There was a response. I got a smile in reply, one that was radiant and captivating, a bit shy but also a bit sly at the same time. I felt a definite shiver, a little electric thrill, go through me: the look she gave in reply had contained message, I was certain. Our gaze remained fixed a moment longer. I glanced away and for a fraction of a second my eyes swept down along her small body: nice sized tits, flat tummy, and legs that were long and perfectly proportioned. And where they met, a nice tasty "v" shape in spandex. She was about five foot seven, maybe one hundred-and-ten or so pounds of beautifully formed adolescent girl. I thought I could smell her clean pussy. Speak. What? Say something. Eh...Ahh... But now it was too late. She was gone I searched for the other teachers as I mused on this little sweet event, and the meaning of her look. As far as I could tell, this is what her darling eyes said, more or less: "I know you were looking at me. I like to be looked at. If we were alone together I might let you touch me." The chance to actually speak to her, whoever she was, and her response—however short and accidental, was all I needed to melt into a revelry of lust. Stupid me! I should have kept my head and had the presence of mind to ask her some innocent question—anything to delay her, to remain with her longer, even a moment. Later, as I thought back on the assured way she responded to my greeting, and the sensual look in her eyes, I reproached myself even more. My tongue might have been dumb, but not my body. I could feel my cock grow longer in my shorts and my balls tighten and tingle. That familiar feeling of pure lust was on me again. Yes, how nice it would to put it in her mouth. How delightful to bend her over the arm of a chair and lick her cute little ass. She would whimper and moan with such pleasure! How tender and sweet and how utterly impossible! In perhaps just another six months she would be a woman. Perhaps Johnny or Joey would wet his finger and work it deep into her virgin pussy and she, so willing for this new exploration, her legs spread wide, would throw her head back, ready for her first cock. Why couldn't I be the first to show her? I would be more gentle and careful. I would be more dirty. Certainly dirty! Dirty old man! I finally found my knapsack and I left the premises high and light in the head, invigorated by all that had happened. Her effect lingered around the edges of my mind for the rest of the day. At certain moments her image would pop into my mind and distract me. There are many, many attractive young girls in the City. But let's face it, nature doesn't always get everything just right: a girl with a beautiful face might have a flat ass; a girl with a luscious ass may have no tits; the one with a beautiful ass and perfect breasts could have a disappointing face. But not her. No darling, nature put it all together perfectly for you. Not until I reached home in late afternoon was able to reestablish more normal bearings. Unpacking my book bag, yet again I mused on the difficulties of being a teacher when one wants to fuck so many of one's students. But my mood remained light and buoyant. The day was still glorious and everyone I encountered reflected the blossoming season. Then, I noticed it. A pink piece of paper, folded into a crude triangle, fell out of my bookbag. I can't explain why, but before I unfolded it a flash of pleasure ran through my groin. Some carnal intelligence inside me was at work, alert even before I my work-a- day consciousness could respond. This is what I read, written in a strong hand: I know you were looking at me. I think you are very handsome. Please call me 555-1288. Bridgit ••• End part one I know. There's no real sex yet. But I'm working on it. Make a suggestion and I may include it the next part. Bridgit wants to fuck so bad. Julian: ba9ba9@yahoo.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 57