Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:26:07 -0400
From: tattoosheart@aim.com
Subject: An Impromptu Reunion

This is the story about being reunited with my high school
teacher. Although she wasn't my first lesbian affair, she was the one I
wanted most. Feel free to send any feedback.


An Impromptu Reunion...


It had almost been a year since I saw my best friend Joe. We'd been
joined-at-the-hip since fourth grade, but after graduation I went to
college at UNC-Wilmington and Joe moved to Florida. We were finally able to
meet in our hometown for a few days.  Joe wouldn't tell me the surprise he
had in store, only to bring my stuff and plan to make up for lost
time. With Joe there was no telling what he had up his sleeve, but that's
what kept our friendship strong; I helped keep him semi-grounded and he
taught me to let my hair down and enjoy life. When I arrived at his house,
Joe announced he was entering a drag talent show at Warehouse 29. Everyone
knew Joe was gay, heck even in fourth grade we knew so the drag show was no
surprise, but this would be my first time to a gay club and I couldn't
wait. We got to the club a little after 9:30 to get him signed in and ready
for the 11:00 show. That is when I saw my real surprise, the object of my
high school fantasies setting up the bar! Joe put his arm around me and
gave a wicked smile, "Surprise".

 I spent a lot of time with Sarah in high school and often masturbated in
the shower or lying in bed thinking about her. She was 24-years-old when
she started teaching at our school my junior year. She was my math teacher
and coach for softball and basketball my last two years in school. She had
shoulder length, light brown hair, stood 5'8", athletic build, and even
though I knew she was gay, it never once crossed my mind I may see her
here.

"Sar-ah", Joe sang out. He was on a mission and loved causing
mischief. Like the time he stopped in the middle of the crowded mall Food
Court during Christmas shopping, stretched out his arms to hold back the
wave of people walking behind him, and yelled, "Nobody move, nobody move! I
dropped my clitoris!" You should have seen how many people stopped to help
look for this poor boy's clit. Classic.

"Hey, there sweetie, when did you back into town?" Sarah came out from
behind the bar giving Joe a big hug and noticed me as she looked over his
shoulder.  "Donna? Wow, how are you? I almost didn't recognize you."

 I had changed some since high school. I'm 5'6" and always battled with my
weight, but I was down to a toned 125, playing tennis and beach volleyball
every chance possible. I had finally achieved a tan instead of my usual
lobster girl or pasty complexion, changed my hair to auburn, started
wearing makeup and dressed in something other than baggy clothes.

"I'm good. How are you doing? You look great."  Oh, geesh, could I have
been more spastic?  I could feel my face turning red and body temperature
rise as we hugged. She did look fabulous in just a tight, white tee shirt
with the club's logo and ripped faded jeans that framed her great ass. I
had been with two girls in high school and one during a threesome in
college, but Sarah was the one who haunted my dreams for the past three
years.

"Thanks. I could say the same about you. I wish you would've worn that in
my class." Sarah was actually checking me out!  Joe did my hair and make up
for the night and insisted I wear a pair of black pants, white tank top,
and my favorite pair of black open-toed heels making me 5'8". Sarah
directed us to the dressing room in the back. "Go get settled in, I've got
to finish setting up. Be sure to come up and see me when you get a chance."

"Okay", we chimed as we turned and walked to the back of the club. "Now
aren't you glad I dressed your ass?"  Joe was grinning from ear to ear.

"Absolutely", I said and bumped Joe with my hip. My first time at a gay
club was already off to a promising start and soon filled with endless
possibilities, I hoped Sarah was one of them. For the first part of the
evening I got to play dress up with seven semi-unclad queens, helped with
their nails, stuffing bras, kicked back some shots courtesy of Joe's tote
bag, and became instant friends with all of them.  As the evening
progressed, seeing other women openly being affectionate gave me the
confidence to flirt with Sarah.  I usually don't have an issue with
flirting, but she was a special case. Something was working because she
said she would be sure to find me when her shift ended. So, I headed
towards the stage to watch the show.

Joe's stage name was Josie Sall (Joe Sees All) and she was fierce taking
second place by performing Whitney Houston's "I'm Every Woman".  After the
show, Josie asked if I could help her gather her things and get them to the
car. I assured her I would take care of it all and return shortly. I did
not want to miss Sarah, so I quickly headed to the dressing room to grab
our stuff.  We already had most of it together and I was just putting the
last of the clothes in the bag when Sarah walked in.

"Hey, Joe said I would find you here," Sarah locked the door behind her. "I
was wondering," she walked up behind me, "what would your girlfriend think
about you flirting with me?"

Still bent over and my back to her, I laughed. "Well, I guess nothing since
I don't have one. Travis on the other hand, he'd love it."

"Oh, a boyfriend?  Odd you didn't mention that before." I could feel her
presence directly behind me. "Stop me if Joe was wrong, but did you
fantasize about me when I was your coach?" I was caught off guard and
really couldn't respond, couldn't think at first. I just wanted to yell
`yes, please fuck me' but nothing came out. I glanced in the mirror and
stood up straight as she slipped one arm around my waist. I had kicked my
shoes off when I came into the dressing room and Sarah now stood a little
taller than me. She kept her green eyes locked on mine in the mirror as she
swept back the hair from my face and neck with her other hand, waiting for
an answer.

I smiled at the image of us in the mirror and regained my composure placing
my hand on top of hers around my waist. "Sarah, Joe was wrong. I didn't
just fantasize about you as my coach. I still masturbate almost everyday
thinking about what we could do to each other. Did you ever think about
me?"

"More than you know", Sarah whispered. She kissed my right earlobe, then
kissed and nibbled her way down my neck to my bare shoulder.  I could not
take my eyes off of us in the mirror as the hair on my neck and arms raised
and goose bumps spread over my body. I reached behind me, running my
fingers in her hair as I turned my face towards hers. Our lips gently
touched for a moment before we parted each other's lips with our tongues. I
had never felt so much want and desire to touch, or to be touched by
another person before. I guided her hand from my waist up to my breast and
pressed her palm against my already hardening nipples. Sarah turned me
completely around to face her and seated me on the dressing table.

 I leaned forward, caressing her face with my hands, drew her towards me
and began kissing her. The kisses grew more intense, our tongues wrestling
slow and deep. I wrapped my arms around her hips, fanning out my fingers to
hug her ass and pull her close to me as she untucked my shirt and danced
her fingertips across my belly. Electricity spread from my navel and
outward to all extremities.  Any time I get turned on I get very wet,
almost embarrassingly wet, and with the slightest movement I could feel the
juices starting to saturate my panties. I ran my hands under her shirt, up
her athletic back, and under her bra pulling her closer still. I skimmed my
nails down her back to her waist, across and up her abs, finally stopping
at her breasts on the outside of her bra. Her nipples were stiff and I
could not resist squeezing them. Sarah's hands began to explore my body,
almost reading it in brail as it were. She undid my pants, slipped her hand
inside and touched my throbbing sex through my ever soaked undies. I drew
in a deep breath and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Oh, my", Sarah held her hand in place on the outside of my panties and
smiled. She began massaging my lips with the palm of her hand and from time
to time she would cup my pussy and squeeze the lips together while kissing
me hard and sucking my tongue. I began grinding against her hand. My clit
throbbed, aching for relief. I raised her bra to display her beautiful
breasts and nuzzled them with my face, placing my lips on her nipples one
at a time, licking and kissing them. Her skin was so warm and supple with
the mingled scent of CK One and sweat. I unbuttoned her jeans to reveal her
simple black cotton undies, and slid my hands inside the back of them onto
her firm ass. Sarah kissed me with more intensity.  Our breathing was
becoming heavier. My head started whirling and I had to back away to catch
my breath. It felt like my body was on fire, I could feel my heartbeat in
my clit. Sarah shifted my panties to the side and slid one finger between
my lips, grazing my pearl.

"Oh, fuck", was all I could whimper. Sarah flicked it with light pressure
as I raked my nails across her ass cheeks slightly pulling them apart. With
one hand manipulating my pussy and the other on my hip, Sarah pulled me to
the edge of the dressing table and pushed one, then two fingers in and out
of me. She crossed them and began to stroke me slowly. Taking her lead, I
pushed her jeans down slightly and eased a hand into her panties and
reveled in the fact she was absolutely drenched. My fingers were slick in
an instant and easily glided between her lips, running from her clit to her
taint over and over. Our excitement permeated the room. The moans and
kisses grew louder. Sarah bit my bottom lip and began moving her hips as my
fingers slipped in and out of her. I wrapped my legs around her, resting
one foot on a nearby chair to lift my pelvis a little higher off the edge
of the table. She pushed up inside me deeper, harder, and faster until she
was absolutely pounding my clit with the base of her thumb where it meets
the palm. It felt so good that for the first time, I lost my concentration
on the other person. I realized I had stopped moving my fingers and quickly
resumed what I was doing to her, which was greeted with moans and soon a
stream of juice dripping down my fingers.

I wasn't far behind her. My head began to throb with the beat of the dance
music as I came.  I have never cum that quickly since I first began
masturbating. Sarah was determined to keep me going and I got lost again as
Sarah's fingers didn't miss a beat. Faster and faster she pleasured me
again until I grabbed her wrist. My body shuddered with another orgasm as
she slowly pulled out.

"Wow", Sarah smirked. Still holding her wrist, I raised her fingers to my
mouth tasting myself as I tried to catch my breath. Sarah withdrew her
fingers to savor the rest of my juices herself, so I began sucking my
fingers clean. She tasted sweeter than me with a slight hint of iron. She
pulled away from me and began straightening her clothes. "I've wanted to do
that to you for the longest time", Sarah began to laugh. "I guess we should
rejoin your friends, or we could continue this back at my place."

"I definitely think we should continue this at your place, hon."

Sarah kissed me and helped me to my feet.  "In that case, let's get these
bags to the car and say goodnight to your friends."

I liked the sound of that and quickly collected myself and the bags.  We
headed to the corner booth where Josie was entertaining a few admirers. We
said our farewells, making sure Josie had a way home, and could not get out
of there fast enough for my liking. We headed out the backdoor of the club
where the staff parked. Sarah opened the passenger door to her truck and
helped me slid in, kissing me before closing the door. I leaned over and
unlocked the door for her. She patted the seat beside her as she started
the truck. I happily slid over for more kisses and touches before driving
off. The whole ride to her apartment we teased each other, touching here
and there. I placed my hand on her crotch, rubbing her, sucking on her ears
and neck until she asked me to stop before we wrecked.

We finally arrived and I slid out the driver's side behind Sarah. She
looked at me, smiling at my eagerness. The stairway to the second floor was
brightly lit and half way up the flight Sarah pushed me against the wall,
kissing me again. I didn't care who saw us making out, I just wanted
her. We made our way into the apartment. Sarah opened a bottle of wine
while I walked into the living room and out to the private balcony
overlooking a wooded area. The air was warm and you could smell the dogwood
blossoms on the breeze.

"Here we go", Sarah handed me a glass and set the bottle on the patio
table.

"Thank you. This is really nice out here. Do you have a roommate?"

"She's gone for the night." Sarah sat down.

"Good." I placed my glass next to the bottle and kicked off my shoes before
kneeling in front of her.

"And just what do you think you're doing? Hmmm?"

"Whatever I please", I gently pushed her knees apart. She spread her legs
for me and I crawled between her thighs, raking my nails over her jeans. I
took the glass from her, setting it on the floor beside us and started
kissing her neck. I grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and lifted it above
her head. She lifted her arms for me to remove the shirt, which I tossed to
the side before taking off mine. Sarah leaned forward so I could undo her
bra to expose her perfectly round, rose colored nipples. Taking the left
one in my mouth I nursed while she tightened her grip in my hair.

"Let's move this inside", Sarah whispered. I stood up and helped her out of
her chair. We grabbed the wine and glasses before heading to her
bedroom. Sometime between Sarah opening the wine and bringing it outside,
she'd lit a few candles through out the bedroom and had turned down the
bed.  We undressed each other, kissing, laughing as we went along making
our way to her bed. I laid beside her, slightly on top, and started
exploring every inch of her with my hands and mouth making my way to that
precious gift I had yearned for all these years.  She had a small strip of
hair just above her pussy that tickled my cheek as I kissed her inner
thighs.  I stared at the shiny lips, her wetness glimmering in the candle
light and inhaled her scent before taking my first real taste.

Sarah flinched, clinching the sheets when I took her lips into my mouth and
began licking, sucking, and releasing them until they unfurled. Her clit
quivered as I lightly blew on it before giving it a few flicks with the tip
of my tongue. Sarah spread her legs wider giving me full access. Pressing
my flattened tongue against her pussy, I started long licks from her
rosebud to her clit. Each time I passed over her opening I would press
inward then back out again, continuing the path over and over. Sarah
wrapped her fingers in my hair and started pumping her hips against my
face. She planted her feet flat on the bed and held me tightly in place
humping my face faster and harder. It was getting hard to catch my breath,
but what a way to go. Her moans grew louder the closer she came to orgasm
until I felt a gush of juice rush my mouth and her hips stiffened in place
arched off the mattress. Her body frozen in orgasmic spasm, she slowly
released her hold on me and pushed my face away. I wanted more, but she
swung her leg over my body and curled into a ball as aftershocks ran
through her. I slid up behind her and ran my hand along her side, kissing
her shoulder and held her tight as her body went limp.

Through out the night we exchanged the favor until exhausted. My high
school fantasy finally fulfilled, I fell asleep in her arms.