Teaching Jeannie Right, Part 2

by Vickylez

"You really? You really asked your mom that?" squealed Priscilla, jumping excitedly, seated on her schoolmate Jeannie's bed. Her short-skirted school uniform lifted enticingly when she did that, showing her pretty pink panties. She was a very beautiful eight years-old with long naturally curling blonde hair, red pouting mouth, her legs slender but very well-turned for a girl her age.

"Yeah, cross my heart! I asked her to teach me how to touch myself down there so to make it fun, but she said no, she wasn't angry with me or anything, but she didn't want to. But she told me that it was OK if I kept on trying by myself, poof, as if I knew how! An' she said she didn't mind, 'it's normal and hea- healthy to do it, she said, but don't let other people ever know,' she mimicked her mother, 'people don't want little girls doing that, even if they do it themselves', mom said. An' she said I would soon learn to make it right, every girl does, she said... But I'm sure she says it only so I don't go on pestering her."

"Ow... rats! It would have been soo cool if she had taught you, why couldn't she! And she really, really said she did it too? She touches her pussy too, for fun? Cool! I saw my mom once doing it when she didn't know I was home, I told you. Her pussy is very pretty - well, I only saw it for a second but... Oh, I would love to see your mom at it, and you? Your mom's so pretty! She must have a pussy soo pretty! Have you seen it, Jen?"

'Pussy' was a new word with them, and they were rather proud of it.

"Yeah, sure I've seen it, sometimes when she gets out of the shower and I am there. Not a real close look, you know, mostly I've seen her hairs down there – her pussy hairs."

"Black?"

"Yep, and she has some little scissors to get it trimmed, I once saw her doing that."

"Cool! Mom is blonde, you know, 'n her pussy hairs is blonde too, but not too much hair, I don't think she trims herself."

They looked at each other, both thinking of each other's mother.

"We should do that stupid Math thing now," said Jeannie, made uneasy by her thoughts. They were alone at Jeannie's home, as frequently happened after school, since her girlfriend lived just two blocks away and here was a nicer place to do homework than Priscilla's rather cramped little apartment.

"Yeah, but, Jen... Why don't we feel right when we touch our pussies if everybody says it's so fun? We must be real dumb."

"Mom said I would soon learn, an' then I would see the fun in it."

Priscilla shook her head dubitably. Then, hesitantly,

"And... and if we tried to do each other like the teaches did, you know?... Rats no, none of us know how, anyway!" They kept on looking at each other and, just for a second, they had a powerful, acute rush of desire to do it at that very moment, but then they lowered their eyes uneasily. "But if we could find some other girl to teach us? Some older girl, or woman?"

"Ooh, crazy!" giggled Jen "Who? I would never dare to ask that of anybody! And, where would we find her? You are so crazy, Priss!"

"Maybe Nicole or Linda could, or Paula... No, I don't think they know more than us, neither. But..."

Suddenly she sat up right, shouting excitedly.

"Jen! I HAVE it!" she had a fit of laughter, rolling on the bed until she stayed on her back still shaking and laughing, her skirts high, while Jeannie looked with interest between her girlfriend's parted thighs the noticeable plump mount with its vertical crease, hugged by those thin pink panties. She loved looking at her friend, she was so beautiful (oh, they both were), she liked most specially gazing at her like that - they played a lot at that pantie-peeking game, 'guess what color panties I have on today?'. Truth is, wise-for-her-years, smart little Jeannie actually grasped a little more about 'love-love' between girls than she had let her mother know... and was greatly intrigued by the general concept.

"Well, Priss? What? What?"

"Jeannie girl, I think I have found it."

"What d'you mean, silly, tell me already!"

Priscilla sat up without straightening her skirt, and stared smilingly at her friend.

"Well... Who do we know that really knows about this stuff, and teaches too?"

Jeannie stared open-mouthed at her friend for a moment, then it dawned on her.

"NOOOO! You are real crazy!"

"No, I'm not either! An' it's a great idea, too! who better to teach us, she has everything for it!"

"NO!" retorted Jeannie angrily "I never could say something like that to her, I'd die! It's the most crazy thing I've ever... An' we could get in real big time trouble, too, she will get so angry with us. And if she realize we saw her! She'll kill us! She will tell somethin' to our moms, sure, 'n they can kick us out of school too!"

"Okay, okay, easy, baby" That mollified Jeannie, she melted every time Priscilla called her 'baby', as her mom did. "I guess you're right, we could land on a load of shit with this," she giggled, then mused longingly "But wouldn't it be so cool, just imagine for a little second..."

Jeannie did imagine it! Her shock mingled with something else as she vividly remembered her beautiful teacher's long sheer-stockinged uncovered legs, her blue skirts raised to her waist and McReady's hand under it, wriggling under her teacher's lacy panties, Miss Hannah's hand doing the same under the other teacher's skirt, their mouths avidly joined... She had seen more than she had related to her mother, too.

"I could never ask her..." she shook her head, troubled, "Promise, cross your heart, you will tell ever nothing to Miss Hannah! Promise!"

"Mmm, I'll think on it," Priscilla said mischievously, then sighed, "Okay, well... maybe sometime we'll find a way."

"Let's do that stupid Math!"

After Priscilla left, Jeannie wandered uneasily around the house, her mother was not due for an hour yet and she felt confused. For some months now she had had those weird 'warm-exciting-tingly-scary' thoughts, as she privately defined them. They had started the first time she saw those two schoolgirls kissing at the toilets she had told her mother about – real kisses, and not the only time she saw them, or other girls at it, too - and when she later peered on that girl from sixth with long blonde tresses that was from Canada and this Penny who was her bench mate touching each other under their skirts, the whole thing about love-love among girls stuck on her mind and didn't go away anymore. Then, those special thoughts had amazingly soared since her involuntary spying on her beautiful teacher, ...and now had became even more acute, since her talk with Mom about the subject. Love-love among girls was more and more on her mind, she didn't know at all why, and it bothered her very much for the more it fascinated her, the less she understood it. She worshipped Teacher Hanna, and the discovery of her lesbianism had been a VERY 'warm-exciting-tingly-scary' thing for Jen, something at once wonderful, puzzling, shuddery and hopeful in a way she could not define. And, even more troubling, she had the same feelings about Priscilla all the time, she just ached to be close to her and – she didn't know and what! but whatever it was, she was sure it would be sweet.

Jeannie wandered to her mother's bedroom and looked at herself on the full mirror: she knew she was a pretty little girl (you would probably call her gorgeous), with long silky chestnut hair like her mother's, a startlingly beautiful face with a naturally red and full little mouth, big, bright eyes with a golden streak to them, a lovely eight years-old body, (of course with no hint of breasts, but endearingly pink and pointy little nipples full of promise, she got that from her mother, too) and, when she raised her schoolgirl skirt to once again appraise herself, the loveliest thighs and legs you can expect on a girl her age, and a surprisingly puffy and raised mount... She didn't know anything about cameltoes, but she did have an adorable one, with her tight white panties. She adopted the stance Teacher Hanna had when she saw her with McReady, skirts high, legs uncovered, and tried to pretend some other girl, Priscilla, was very close to her, touching her... Her own hand slipped inside her panties, down her warm, silky, bald mound towards her tender tight slit - she understood quite well that darn slit was the center of everything that bothered her, the secret of her whole problem resided there – but that secret seemed intent on being closed to her, maybe till she grew up, or maybe forever! She couldn't stand that idea. Sighing, she took off her hand and dropped her skirts. She'll try to talk again to her mother about it, she had seemed interested enough. And maybe she'd get the nerve to ask her what she hadn't dared to the first time. These feelings she had for Priscilla, could they be love-love? ...Was she, Jeannie, then, a les-bian?

Just next day the two little girls got their great idea! They had Sex Ed class. Bright, middle-aged Miss Brady was quite a bit more progressive in her teachings than conservative parents knew or would approve of for their daughters at that all-girl school (but the girls were not telling their parents that!), and the subject that day happened to be - masturbation. Jeannie and Priscilla startled, reddened, and payed rapt attention (Miss Brady noticed it and smiled inwardly, she loved some of her tender pupils' reactions to her lessons). She didn't actually teach them ways and means, of course, but she did tell them a lot for eight-nine years-old girls. She declared that masturbation was 'a normal, healthy thing' (between limits, that she stressed) and it was permissible to discreetly experiment. When the giggling class was dismissed, Jeannie and Priscilla looked excitedly at each other.

"Cool! Pity she didn't tell us how to go about it, bad luck! Grown-ups always tell you things by halves, I was hoping she would give us a clue."

"Yeah," Jeannie shook her head despondently, "Priss, maybe she thinks we know that, maybe all the other girls know it and we are the only dumb ones?"

They were startled by the notion, then dismissed it: a couple of their schoolmates just possibly had the secret, but they were sure most of them didn't know any more than them. Who could be the knowing ones, how to ask, they had no idea. Priscilla was deep in thought as they collected their things, suddenly stopped, eyes flashing.

"Jen, I have an idea!"

"Oh, no," groaned Jeannie, "not another of your big ideas! If you're thinking again of going to..."

"No, no!" laughed her eight years-old friend, innocently playing with her long golden curls, "It's a great idea, really! Jen, did you notice Miss Brady didn't give us today any assignment, she always does but not today."

"So? I'm glad, I'll get a load of minus on this one!"

"Yeah, but she shoulda given us one. So, I was thinking... IF she had given us an assignment on, suppose, she giggled 'What is Masturbation and How you do It', some stuff like that, if we make believe she did give us that homework... How would we do it?"

"Lousy, and then we'd had two big minus."

"Nah, baby: we'd get help from somebody like other times, and we know just the one. Not Miss Hannah, silly! Your mama! Your mom is forever helping us when we're stuck with our homework, I wish my mom was like her. So, if you went to her with this assignment..." Jeannie gasped, then her eyes got wide, a strange hot-tingly feeling all over her. "Would be school work, no? Like, it's not as if we asked her just to fool around, sure she won't let her baby get a minus without helping her..."

"Yes!" excitedly assented her friend. "But Priss, I'm afraid, she'll say no again."

"No, I'm sure she'd do it if you ask her." she glanced quickly towards the door of the empty class-room and suddenly she approached Jeannie and gave a swift, tight, nervous kiss full on her friend's beautiful mouth, who was left gasping and astonished.

"Only think what good times we can have after we learn!" whispered Priscilla, her pretty face very red too.