| Teaching Jeannie Right, Part 7 Part 7 already! I never planned this to be that long. And there is more yet, which I DO HOPE you will be eagerly waiting for :) Is the idea of you ladies getting wet with my story that makes me write! Will you let me know? Carol had called her daughter Jeannie from Hannah's house and, after making sure she was all right, told her she would be maybe an hour later than usual. "No problem, Mom, Priscilla is here" piped the little girl, "we are doing our homework". Then she whispered very near the phone, "Naked!" and giggled uncontrollably as she hung up. "Was that your mom?" "Yeah, she won't get home till nine." "Goody goody!" yelled the little blonde, hugging her bare girlfriend and tightly kissing her, "that gives us more time to play!". And the astonishing thing was they were actually doing their Math homework (Priscilla was quite good at it, and helped Jen), lying deliciously naked on the carpet. Interruptions were frequent, however... and there was one considerably longer now. Notebooks and pencils forgotten, they smiled and met in an unhurried kiss, tenderly sighing and caressing each other's pretty bodies with hands by now much more knowing. Jeannie specially loved kneading her girlfriend's adorable buns, while Priscilla never tired of playing with Jen's hard and sensitive little nipples. Their avid kisses were a wonder to see: you wouldn't believe girls so young kissing with such erotic delight... Priscilla's mouth descended wetly now to her little lover's dainty nipples, making her groan and giggle by turns, the pretty blonde curls enveloping Jen's chest. Next Priss' lips began a slow, hesitant journey down, and Jeannie gasped with excitement: was she for the first time to... would she kiss her there?? "OH, PRISS!...", she squealed, opening her legs and raising herself towards her girlfriend. The pretty blonde held firmly Jen's agitated hips, steading her against the carpet, put a swift smack over her puffy mound, stared wide-eyed at the tasty fruit almost touching her little nose, groaned with want and, closing her eyes... plunged over her tempting girlfriend's juicy pink slit. When Carol got home she was bubbling with joy. It was no surprise she was madly in love with the exquisite teacher. Well, yes, there was a peculiar angle to it: Hannah didn't hide from her that she had a lover already, without naming names (Carol didn't mention she previously knew that...) She well understood that in their relationship there was no room for jealousies or any silliness of the sort. She sighed, reasoning that, at least by the time being, she didn't mind too much sharing Hannah. As long as there was a good warm place for herself in her loving! Who knows, maybe later she would be all hers... But there was more than Hannah to her happiness: there were all the wonderful things that had happened with Jeannie, and what she envisaged for their future. She didn't remember a time as glowing, joyful and exciting in her entire life. It amazed her now to having been able to live for so many years without a lover, perpetually hungry, her ardent sexuality barely put in check by fantasies and self-pleasuring. She knew it would be impossible now for her to go back to that! And it amazed her even more to realize this wonderful blossoming in her life was not of her own doing: it took her eight years-old daughter's childish questioning about les-bianism to make her, her mother, open herself to a whole new life! There was one other thing: she hadn't the least idea how, when, or if at all, she would ever tell Jeannie about Miss Hannah and she. Oh, well... "...And then, Mommy, Priscilla began to kiss me right on my pussy! It was sooo good! She was holding me down, you know, maybe she though I would gross and put her off!" The little girl laughed at the absurdity of thinking that. "She was so happy when I opened myself for her, then I taught her to use her tongue as you do!..." Carol noticed Jen had not reciprocated Priscilla and she wondered why. The mother was sharply aware that in their own lovemaking Jen had never attempted to kiss her pussy, was she put off by it? It was rather strange, but she certainly intended to wait and not press the issue, till the little girl was ready for it... "Oooh, Mom, I felt soo nice all over, I love so much Priss! But you, I love more than anyone ever in all the Universe!" And her rosy little mouth fell to a big, engorged nipple again, making the woman sigh with pleasure, the child never had enough of them. They were lying naked on Carol's bed, the mother tenderly stroking her darling's adorable body. She put a hand lightly over the inviting little vulva, and Jeannie made a smiling "mmmmm..." as she amply parted her legs for her. "Jen, you haven't told yet Priscilla about... us, have you?" "Oh, no, Mom! Promise, not a word! But Mom!..." "Yes, baby, I know! Just a while more, I am thinking how to go about it. Darling, you are my daughter and our love is just between us, our big secret, yes?" "Yes, Mommy!" assented vigorously the schoolgirl. "...But Priscilla is not my daughter. Surely you understand I have no right to do with her... as I do with you. Her mother would be very angry and upset if she learned that I have been doing adult, sexual things with her little daughter. Heck, she probably would be if she learns I have been doing them with you! And it could be awful for us. DO YOU understand this, Jen?" "Yes, mom." whispered a crestfallen Jeannie. But later in the darkened bedroom, kissing again her daughter's luring mouth before going to sleep (Jeannie adored the taste of her own pussy on her mother's lips) Carol whispered, "Darling, I promise you I will find a way for Priscilla joining us... I also want it very much, my love". Jeannie smiled in the dark, assented, and went to sleep. Her sweet lips at her mother's tit, naturally. Next day Carol called Hannah at her workplace. "Hi," she whispered on the phone, "I just call to say I love you, as the song goes". Hannah giggled, "Me too! Nice timing, I am just between classes". "Nothing to it, I happen to know Jen's timetable by heart. Hum, do we... do we have a date?" "Do we! But, Carol... This evening will be another person over, you understand." "Oh..." it was all Carol could do to hide her sudden hurt and dejection. No jealousies, you said? "I told you about her, remember. But Carol, I haven't had the time yet to tell her about you. I very much want for you two to meet, I think you'll be..." She suddenly gave her delicious laugh. "You will see, I promise you everything will be fine. You are in for something really nice. Please?... Six o'clock? Will that be OK?" "Of course!" breathed Carol, now excited. "I just want to see you. Kiss, kiss." "Yes, Mrs. Bromington," said Hannah aloud, in a formal voice, "that time will be fine for you coming over. Bye, bye." Carol chuckled as she hung the phone. Well, she thought, I have never crossed a word with that statuesque Miss McReady, but I would not mind making the acquaintance of those big, gorgeous tits... She felt aroused now, glowing with anticipation. Oh you, oversexed bitch! Laura, the beautiful young redheaded secretary, was definitely emiting signals, and this time Carol noticed it. She was astonished to once and again discover her covertly glancing at her legs or body in an unmistakable way, and then at the young girl twice asking for unnecessary advise on some Office matters, leaning very close and blatantly displaying her lovely cleavage for her benefit. She even could plainly notice her nipples were hard! When did this happen?, she asked herself in amazement. That very attractive girl worked by her side more than a year now, and Carol had never noticed such peculiar behaviour before. She had actually been one of her favourite fantasy-lovers, for God's sake! Just a few days before, she would have absolutely flipped with those signals! And, to her further confusion, her friend Jill seemed changed too, standing too close and frequently touching her as they chated, she had never acted like that before. What was the meaning of this amazing Sapphic rainfall? Since when had she been getting such come-overs from those women, not noticing?... But she knew it was just a new thing. It was she who was now emitting signals that weren't there before! Both women were probably as amazed as she, answering her from their own secret sexual heart. So her own secret, the one she had been so painfully hiding most of her life, was in plain sight now? Not quite, but it certainly seemed high time to finally get out from that cold, dark closet of hers. Glancing at these very desirable women, Carol excitedly thought, I probably could have any, or both, as lovers if I wanted! And was so aroused, she had to make a quick trip to the toilet. She actually had to drive around aimlessly for twenty minutes, she didn't want to get to Hanna's home before time. She was queasy about meeting teacher McReady there, she would had given anything to have Hannah, lovely Hannah, just for herself, that no other lover existed in her life... None of that!, she chided herself, I will absolutely not show jealousy or cattiness, whatever happens! Hannah met her at the door with a dazzling smile, looking stunning in a summery green dress that matched her eyes and made wonders showing off her gorgeous body and perfect legs. They were hardly inside the door when the beautiful teacher threw her arms tightly round her and their lips joined ardently in a prolonged, exquisite kiss that left Carol heaving and trembling with love and want. They held together for some moments, Carol hiding her face on Hannah's soft, perfumed hair and thinking, God, I am madly in love with this girl! Hannah softly held her back, smiling, and took her hand to guide her to the sitting-room. "Now I want you to meet somebody". A few steps further she halted, gave another loving kiss on Carol's trembling mouth, and whispered: "You will find this soo interesting!..." They entered the sitting-room and Carol unbelievingly gaped at the woman there. She stood rooted to the spot, breathless, as she fleetingly panicked. This is not real! She blanched, then felt her cheeks on fire. The woman was looking back at her somewhat sheepishly, as scarlet-faced as she. But she stood and smiled, holding her head high. "Hi, Carol." Carol gulped, licked her lips and finally managed to rasp, "Hi, Diane." |