1. My Education


    Date: 1/28/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Audrey_X, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    voice, but not without sarcasm... I don't remember what I replied, but it must have reassured her or else she read something in my face, because she smiled and began to look a bit more cheerful. We talked about school a little. Her voice had a husky velvety timbre; her mind was sharp and she was funny, witty, made jokes about the various ridiculous people we saw moving about the club, there on our own little island. I am very liberal, but she managed to shock me a little with her own radicalism when we touched on politics. I'd never really known anyone who cared about ideas so much. I moved closer to her, hanging on every word she said, fixating on her pink lips as if I could witness the words tangibly escaping her mouth. We had polished off a couple of cocktails when my drunken friends came to collect me. "Goodbye Ms. X, it was nice talking to you..." And we moved towards the door. They were in a raucous mood, practically racing out to move on to the next nightclub. I tugged on Kayla's arm. "I'm not going, make some excuse for me, will you?" She protested but gave up soon enough. Now my friends were gone. The pounding in my heart intensified. I felt like the victim of some sacrificial rite ready to be hurled into the maw of an active volcano. I turned around, Ms, X was standing right there. "I thought you'd left?" she asked me. "I wanted to spend the night with you," I said. That pensive cloud passed over her face again. I threw myself into that volcano, ecstatically... ...
    She had a big old house, completely dark as we entered, smelling of antique wood. As she turned on the lights and kicked off her pumps, I felt a Deja Vu, as if I had already entered through this door and sauntered through these rooms a thousand times before. She told me to make myself comfortable. She was going to take a quick shower. I heard the water go on and the curtain slide on its rod and back again. She had left the door slightly ajar. 'What am I doing here?' I felt like fainting. The blood seemed to have left my head, I was dizzy and I felt that my body was acting independently and in spite of my conscious will. My mind wanted to flee this place but was frustrated in advance. Something deeper animated me, something too powerful to thwart. I took off my boots, I undid the pigtails from my hair. I entered the bathroom quietly and looked at myself in the mirror; there I am, little Rachel Miles, still a schoolgirl. I watched myself as I removed my blouse and bra. I admired my breasts; I fondled them and slid my skirt and panties off. I looked at Audrey's discarded underthings and a sweet feeling of intimacy stole into me, bolstering my courage. I slid back the shower curtain. I saw her naked, wet, glistening; glorious... She looked at me, her face showing not the least sign of surprise. She turned fully to me, in brazen expectation, showing me her large pale breasts. I gasped in awe and stepped boldly in. She put her hand to my face to draw it to hers, almost instantly it ...
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