| Butterflies And Roses, Chapter Eleven Monday came and everything was back to normal, or so it seemed as Nancy and I arrived at school. Teresa was already at school, waiting on us. She stepped up to use, menacingly while Susie and Denise waited next to the bus. “You little sluts got us in detention.” She growled. “We’ll make you pay, one when you least expect it.” I got right up face to face with her and our noses nearly touched. “We’re not afraid of you, bitch.” I whispered softly. “Is that so?” Teresa retorted as she raised her fist in the air. But, before she could let loose what was surely to be a devastating punch, Jessie appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Teresa’s arm at the wrist and, to everyone’s surprise, she had flipped Teresa over onto the ground. “You will leave my friend’s alone, Teresa.” She calmly warned her as she stood over Teresa’s prone, shaking form. Teresa looked over to her buddies for help, but they were kept at bay by Heather and Terri. Jessie squatted down and got close to Teresa’s face, looking her right in the eyes and repeated her warning. “Do we have an understanding, bitch?” Jessie added with a snarl. “Y…yes, Jessie.” Denise stammered, fear evident in her eyes. “Good, I see you can learn something in school.” Then, for added measure, Jessie licked Teresa’s lips quickly and got off of her. “Never mess with the ‘Little Hearts’, got it?” she warned Susie and Denise. They gathered up Teresa, apologizing to us as they made a hasty retreat inside the building. Nancy and I just stood there, out mouths and eyes opened wide in disbelief at what we had just witnessed. Nancy was the first to gain her voice. “How…how did you do that?” She asked. “Tae Kwon Do is a wonderful thing, hon.” Jessie giggled. “They won’t be bothering either of you again, I promise.” “We ‘Little Hearts’ always stick together.” Terri added as she and Heather joined us. “Remember the ‘oath’,” Heather chided in. Almost as if it were rehearsed, we all chanted the ‘oath’ together in a whispered tone so outsiders would not hear. Little Hearts, Little Hearts Forsaking All Men We all giggled as all eyes we’re on us as we entered the building, arm in arm. Ms. Mathews stood in the doorway to her office arms crossed over her chest as she looked sternly at us. We stepped apart and started to go our separate ways. “Not so fast, girls.” She said. “In my office…now!” Heads lowered, we entered her office, single file, to the giggles of the other students in the hallway. Ms. Mathews followed, closing the door, then passed us and leaned on the edge of her desk, arms still folded in front of her. “Jessie, how many times have I warned you not to draw attention to the ‘Sisterhood’?” She asked. “I’m sorry, Ms. Martha.” Jessie replied, her head down and eyes looking to the floor. “You do this every time we welcome someone to our family.” Ms. Martha continued. “I know that you get excited having someone new to ‘play’ with, but it has to stop, dear.” Jessie could only nod. Ms. Martha turned to the rest of us, still showing a hint of being upset. “That goes for the rest of you. We cannot afford to be ‘outted’ to the school or the city. I want all of you to meet back here after school so we can discuss this further and I can come up with an appropriate punishment for Jessie.” We started to leave, but Ms Martha had one finally thing for us. “Before you leave, if you’re wearing panties, I want them left here.” She told us. Nancy was the only one to make a move as she lifted her skirt and removed her panties, placing them in Ms. Martha’s awaiting hand. As we left to get to our morning classes, I looked back just in time to see Ms. Martha put Nancy’s panties up to her face and inhaled deeply, eyes closing from the scent of Nancy’s dampness. In Ms. Bridgefield’s class, I teased her all during our lessons by flashing her my smooth, naked pussy which was dripping wet just knowing that she was getting turned on from the private viewing I was giving her. About halfway through class, I dropped my pencil and it rolled under my desk. Since I was in the front row center of the class, I got up and walked to the front of my desk, looked around at the other kids to see if anyone was watching me. With everyone busy focusing on the geometry assignment Ms. Bridgefield has given us, I smiled inwardly as I bent down to retrieve my fallen pencil. As I was bent over, I snuck a peak back to Ms Bridgefield’s desk and saw that her face was a bright red, her mouth had dropped briefly and her eyes looked like they were going to shoot right out of her head. I heard an almost silent gasp from her as I stood up, straightened my short skirt and returned to my desk and sat down. I gave Ms. Bridgefield a quick wink before returning to my studies…smiling big time. The final bell rang and Ms. Bridgefield watched everyone leave, never getting up from behind her desk. I started to follow them out but only made it to the door. “Andrea, would you please remain for a few minutes?” She asked, still seated. “I would like to discuss your latest paper.” I turned to go to Ms. Bridgefield’s desk. “Please, close the door.” She began, and then she mouthed clearly, “and lock it, hon.” I went back to the door, closed and locked it, then went to stand in front of her desk. She looked at the door, and then cocked an eyebrow at me. “You little tease, you.” She said as a smile appeared on her face. “Do you know what you caused today?” “No, Ms. Terry.” I fainted innocence. “I think you do.” She told me as she stood up and walked around to the front of her desk and leaned against it. There was a big wet spot on the front of her skirt. I gasped in fained shock as I looked down at Ms. Terry’s damp skirt. “Don’t play innocent with me, you little minx. The back is in even worse shape.” She turned to reveal that the entire back part was almost dripping from her own juices. I walked up to her as she was bent over her desk and I raised her skirt up to discover that she wasn’t wearing panties either. Just as I was leaning over to give Ms. Terry’s bare pussy a good licking, we heard the sound of keys jingling before starting to slide into the lock. It was Mr. Baxter, the janitor. He was pushing a dust mop “Quick, Andrea.” Ms. Terry gasped. “Hide.” I knew I could never make it to the supply room at the back of the classroom in time, so I ran around and hide under Ms. Terry’s desk. Ms. Ran around the other side of her desk and quickly sat down, pulling her chair as close to her desk as possible while not smooshing me in the process. “Oops, I’m sorry, Ms. Bridgefield.” He apologized as he stopped at the threshold. “ I didn’t realize you were still here.” “Just grading some papers, Joe.” She told him as casually as she could. “I could sweep later.” He replied as he started to leave. “It’s ok, Joe. Go ahead and sweep. You won’t be disturbing me. Nodding, Mr. Baxter began sweeping all around the students desk in a weaving pattern. As Ms. Terry began to work on grading papers, I got the most wicked idea, looking between her silky smooth thighs. I moved forward and put my tiny hands on her thighs and eased them apart as I pushed my head under her skirt. Luckily, there was just enough room to maneuver myself further between her legs and breathed in the sweet scent of Ms. Terry’s nectar. Licking my lips, I pushed further forward and placed a kiss on her shaved mound, all the while Ms. Terry was trying desperately to casually tried to push me away. I stuck my tongue out and made a slow swipe from the bottom of her pussy working painfully, all the way up to her now puffy clitty. As I gently sucked her clitty into my mouth, sucking it softly and batting it with my tongue, Ms. Terry let out a sudden gasp. “Are you ok, Ms Bridgefield?” Mr. Baxter asked from the back of the room where he was finishing up his last sweep, aimed for the door. “Huh?” Ms. Terry asked as her eyes clouded over and her breathing became labored from my slow tormenting tongue-lapping. “Oh, I’m…I’m fine. I…I just got…(oh god, Andrea)…a cramp in my…ummm…leg.” “Do you want me to go fetch the nurse, I think she’s still here? Or Mrs. Mathews?” “NO!!!” she replied with just a little too much force. “I mean, no, Joe. I’ll be…fine. I ju…just need to…(Stop, Andrea)…to massage (oh, you little slut you)…it a bit (NOT THERE).” “Alright, Ms Bridgefield. If you’re sure?” “I..I’m…su…sure.” She replied, biting her bottom lip as I stuck my tongue deeper into her and fucked her. “Ok, I’m done here. I’ll leave you to your ‘grading’.” He flashed a smile at me as if he knew what was really going on. He closed and re-locked the door and Ms. Terry couldn’t hold back any more and bit into her hand as her orgasm sent her into convulsions and she nearly passed out. I crawled out from under the desk, straddled Ms. Terry’s lap wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her passionately, my mouth and face still wet from her squirting orgasm. “You taste so good, Ms. Terry.” I told her sitting back on her lap, arms still around her neck. Her eyes were so distant as a smile finally came forward. “You…you little…slut, you.” She panted as she collected herself. “You knew Mr. Baxter was here in the room. You did that on purpose.” “Yes, I did.” I grinned as I wiggled my butt. “He knew I was there, too. My feet were showing.” “OH, MY GOD, ANDREA.” She almost screamed. “Think he’ll tell anyone?” “Nope, he wouldn’t want it out that he’s been peeking at us in the gym showers. He’ll keep quiet.” Ms. Terry started to breathe easier until the Intercom came to live and Ms. Marsha’s voice boomed at us. “Andrea Davidson, you’re supposed to be in my office.” She announced. “And bring Ms. Bridgefield with you.” We exchanged worried looks as I hopped off of Ms. Terry’s lap and straightened my school uniform, while she opened a desk drawer and pulled out a towel and some handi-wipes, cleaning herself up as best she could. Then, arm in arm, we left the classroom and walked down to the Principle’s office…together. Sorry for the delay, hope you all enjoy the rest of the story. |