Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2002 14:08:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Amanda Carpenter <ajc_1980@yahoo.com>
Subject: Her Awful Thoughts, part 1

This is a story about sexual relations between women and young girls. If
these ideas offend you, please do not read.  Persons and events are based
on flights of fantasy, probably.  Owner retains copyright.  Would love to
hear from you.  - Mandy Carpenter (ajc_1980@yahoo.com)


"Why do I keep having these awful thoughts?" Claudia asked herself.  As she
surveyed the classroom of 14 year old students, her mind returned once
again to yesterday's incident with Emily.  The youngster had been sitting
at a desk in the front of the room, talking to Claudia as the rest of the
students filed out the door at the end of class.  Claudia was sitting on
her desk facing the class as she often did.  As she watched young Emily's
face in animated conversation, she had done the unthinkable: she had begun
to spread her knees ever so slightly.  She had been horrified at the
implications of her actions.  What if Emily commented on it?  Worse, what
if she didn't say anything to Claudia, but then talked to her friends after
class and told them how the teacher had "spread her legs" right in front of
Emily's face.  But it was too late.  Emily had caught the movement out of
the corner of her eye and her gaze had rested momentarily on Claudia's
exposed underwear.

"Thank God I'm not wearing anything sexy," she had thought.  As the full
impact of what she was doing hit her, she had begun to tremble.  But
another look at Emily and her fears had dissolved.  Emily was smiling
slightly.  She went on with her light-hearted patter and continued to move
her gaze from Claudia's face to her crotch and back without showing any
particular reaction other than her somewhat mysterious smile.  Rather than
snapping her legs closed in shame, Claudia had decided the better course
would be to act as if it was perfectly natural for her to be sitting there
giving the young girl an intimate look at her most private area.  She had
actually begun to enjoy it in a nervous sort of way.  As she watched
Emily's eyes move to her legs, obviously taking her time and thoroughly
examining the area under her skirt, her body had shuddered slightly.  She
had a fleeting urge to say something aloud to the girl, but quickly
suppressed it. The tension was broken when Emily had finally got up from
her desk and said, "Well, got to get to my next class."

Claudia had watched as the young girl walked slowly from the room, hips
swaying suggestively. "Was she sending me a message?" Claudia thought.  She
had slid off her desk and gone to stand in the hallway as the students
walked between classes.  Several of her former students spoke to her as
they passed, but her mind had difficulty focusing.  She had realized that
she was having feelings of sexual arousal after the incident with Emily.
She had feel the heat building around her vagina and it had felt as though
her panties might be getting damp.

Ever since her inadvertent exposure to the young girl, she had been in a
nearly constant state of arousal.  She had gone home after school and while
lying on the couch relaxing and watching TV, she had felt compelled to lift
her skirt and masturbate herself while imagining Emily watching her.  When
she had satisfied herself, she felt shame and guilt.  She had always had
strong sexual feelings towards women and she considered herself bisexual,
as so many in her generation do.  But to focus sexual thoughts on a
student?  This was a sensation so foreign, so distasteful to her that she
could not imagine where it had come from.

Now, she found herself nearing the end of her fourth period class, replying
the events of the previous day and hoping that Emily would again stay
behind for a few minutes.  At the same time, another part of her
desperately hoped that Emily wouldn't do that, for the sake of her job and
sanity!  "What's wrong with me?" she thought as she dismissed the class and
waited quietly behind her desk.  She was watching Emily intently, willing
her to stay behind after the other students left.  She knew it was wrong,
but the excitement and arousal building within her could not be ignored and
she found it impossible to block them out.  As she watched, Emily took her
time putting away her papers and neatly stacking her books.  As the last of
her classmates filed out, she rose slowly.

"Won't you be late for class, Emily?" she said in a lame attempt to keep
temptation at bay.

"Oh, no, Ms. Patterson.  My next class is right next door," she replied.

Emily sauntered to Claudia's desk.  She began chattering in the way high
school girls do and before Claudia knew what was happening, Emily had made
herself comfortable on the edge of the desk.  Claudia began to get a little
nervous.  What was she thinking?  Why had she done something that a student
would normally never do?  Claudia felt that something odd and strange and
yet wildly exciting was about to happen.  She swallowed and tried to look
Emily in the eyes but quickly glanced away to hide her embarrassment The
young girl continued to talk about high school things, her grades, other
girls, boyfriends, while at the same time slowly shifting her position on
the desk.  She was twisting herself around until she finally was facing
towards Claudia.  Her bare knees were directly in front of the surprised
teacher's face and as she continued talking her legs began to separate ever
so slowly.  At first, it seemed to be Claudia's imagination, but, as the
seconds ticked by, the gap between the young girl's knees became
perceptively wider and wider.

There were still a few more minutes before any of the next period's
students began arriving.  Claudia was almost too shocked to move.  She
couldn't take her eyes off Emily's legs as the young girl continued slowly
to widen them until at last her short skirt was stretched tightly across
her thighs and Claudia had a clear view between her legs.  Emily continued
talking in a totally innocent way, as though she had done nothing out of
the ordinary.  She jabbered on as though it was the most normal thing in
the world for her to spread her legs in front of an adult woman and provide
her an unobstructed view of her private area.  As the stunned teacher
allowed her gaze to drift along those lovely thighs, she was rewarded with
a stunning image of Emily's pink thong underwear, pulled tightly between
her immature labia.  When the full impact of what she was seeing hit her,
it was like she'd been struck by some sort of erotic lightning.  Her entire
body tensed, her breathing became rapid, and her vagina rapidly began
secreting moisture.

Emily paused in her silly chatter and said quite seriously, "Am I
embarrassing you?  I guess I shouldn't be sitting on your desk.  I sort of
forgot where I was for a minute."

She grinned impishly and before Claudia could put together a reply, she
slid off the desk and bounced out of the room.

Claudia was a wreck!  With students coming in soon, she was completely
unprepared.  Her skin was flushed and by now her underwear was practically
soaked.  The sight of young Emily slowly spreading her legs and exposing
herself to Claudia was nearly too much.  She couldn't get the image of the
pink thong, caressed on both sides by those delicate, fuzz-covered labia
out of her mind.  She stood up and slowly walked to the back of the room,
as far from the door as possible.  As the students began wandering in, she
busied herself straightening books on the shelves by the window.  Why had
Emily done that?  Was it even possible that she was thinking about sex?  It
all seemed so implausible, and yet she had seen it.  There was no mistaking
it.  What would happen tomorrow?  She reeled at the thought.

After school, Claudia felt the need to head directly for home.  Although
married, she spent much of her life alone.  Her husband's sales job
required extensive travel through the tri-state area and he was usually
gone most weeknights and occasionally for weeks at a time.  Tonight she had
the house to herself and she had decided while driving home that she may as
well enjoy rather than deny the feelings she was having.  After a quick
dinner she intended to bathe, light candles, and lie on the bed doing
nothing but fantasizing and making herself feel good for as long as she
wanted to.  She did not often plan such autoerotic evenings, but tonight
would be very special.

In the next few days, nothing of consequence occurred.  Claudia had given
herself more orgasms than she could count on her special night, and the
sexual tension when she saw Emily had somewhat abated.  Then one afternoon,
as she was walking down a side hallway during her late afternoon free
period, she noticed Emily walking towards her.  Claudia had been intending
to use the restroom and before the two were close enough to speak, she had
reached her destination.  She turned and entered the women's room.  It was
a fairly spacious area with a tired-looking settee against a wall and a
separate area for toilets and sinks.  Because it was in an older section of
the school, where few classes met, it was hardly ever used by either
students or teachers.  Claudia had come here for just that reason, she
enjoyed the quiet seclusion and the atmosphere created by the 100 year-old
marble panels and floors.

Walking to the sinks, she was surprised to hear someone enter behind her.
It had to be Emily!  Watching in the mirror, she saw the teenage enter
behind her.  "Hi, Mrs. Patterson!" she chirped.  The teenager was wearing a
sweat shirt and loose fitting shorts.  Her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail and she looked like a typical 14 year-old girl.

"Hello, Emily.  How's it going this afternoon?" she asked as she turned to
face her and leaned against the sink counter.

"Pretty good.  I was just feeling kind of funny so I thought I'd come in
here for a few minutes," she replied.

"Oh?  What's wrong?" Claudia asked.

"Well, I kind of got this feeling in my tummy.  Sort of like butterflies."

Claudia began to realize that the two of them were alone in a restroom.  It
dawned on her that perhaps Emily had followed her in purposely.  The
thought aroused her almost immediately and she could feel her face begin to
flush.  She looked at Emily.  The girl was standing across from her and had
begun to rub her stomach, indicating the area that was bothering her.
Claudia relaxed.  She was going to enjoy this, she decided.  The results of
her previous interactions with Emily had provided her with more sexual
stimulation in two days than she'd had in her previous two years of
marriage and she was not going to pass up an opportunity for more.
Savoring the moment, she stared directly at the teenager's stomach without
saying a word.  Emily continued her rubbing herself but it seemed obvious
that she was not in any discomfort.  As she watched, the rubbing slowly
turned into something resembling an erotic message and soon the young girl
was gently moving her hand in a circular motion on her abdomen, just above
her pubic area.

 "Is that where it feels funny?" Claudia asked.  It had become clear that
the youngster was putting on a bit of a show for her and Claudia's heart
was beating rapidly as the thrill of this moment overtook her.

"Well, yes.  And lower, too.  Like right down here," she replied quietly as
her hand began massaging the area directly over her protruding pubic bone.
Claudia became so excited watching that she had to remind herself where
they were.  Fortunately Emily had her back to the doorway, so that if
anyone should come in, they wouldn't immediately notice what the girl was
doing.

"I see.  Does it feel funny good or funny bad?" Claudia asked.

"Oh, good.  Definitely good," the girl replied.

"Well, uh, what about lower down?  How does it feel?" Claudia inquired with
her pulse drumming in her ears.

"You mean here?" she asked as she slowly moved her hand down and with two
fingers delicately rubbed the area right over her vagina.

Claudia could barely speak nor could she any longer keep her own hands from
touching herself.  Abandoning all pretense, she spoke in a husky,
breathless voice, "Move over here."  She motioned to a point in front of
her which would put the girl between her and the door, effectively blocking
anyone enter from seeing either one of them.

"Keep doing it," she ordered as the girl stepped in front of her, "I want
to see everything you're doing."  She raised the hem of her skirt slightly.
Her own hand flew to her crotch and she began rubbing furiously.  Claudia
had become so aroused that she was incapable of self-control.  She wanted
to watch this young girl masturbate and she wanted her to

"I'm feeling funny, too," she panted as she watched Emily's own hand match
her own rapid pace.  They stood there, eyes intent on each other's fingers.
Each was watching the other one simulate themselves with their fingertips.
The rhythm increased.  They were both reaching their peaks.  Both were
panting and making slight moaning sounds.  Caught in an intense sexual
frenzy, the two of them, woman and girl, finally climaxed together.  Each
of their bodies shuddered with pleasure as they continued to watch each
other.  When they were finally relaxed, Emily moved to Claudia who embraced
her warmly and held her tightly against her body.

When they recovered, they separated and without a word fixed themselves at
the sink and when Emily left, Claudia entered a stall and urinated.  Wiping
herself with a tissue, she discovered that not only was she extremely
sensitive, but she was still aroused and wanting more. Then she did
something that she had never in her life done before: she removed all her
clothes, hung them on the hook on the door, and sat naked on the toilet.
Unlike newer restrooms, the stalls' doors and wall went nearly to the floor
and she knew that if anyone came into the room, they could not possibly
know that she was naked.  She sat on the toilet caressing herself gently,
remembering how Emily had looked standing there masturbating herself
through her shorts.  She was quickly rubbing herself rapidly and breathing
hard.

Suddenly the outer door and then the inner door to the ladies' room opened
and closed.  Footsteps approached.

"Mrs. Patterson?  Are you in here?" inquired a small voice.

Claudia didn't know what to do.  Should she pretend not to be there?  How
would that look?  It sounded like the voice of one of her students.  She
finally decided to answer.

"Yes, I'm here.  What is it you want?" she asked gruffly.

"Umm?Emily told me to come in here and talk with you." came the reply.

"Well, what is it?" Claudia spat back.

"She said I should tell you about this funny feeling I'm having, you know,
in my stomach?"

Claudia straightened and her sexual feelings snapped to attention. She was
astounded.  Did she hear correctly?  Did this young girl know what she was
talking about?  Claudia stood up and leaned her naked body against the
stall door.

"What do you mean?" she whispered.

"I have this funny feeling down there and I need to rub it to make it feel
better," came the reply.  By now the girl was speaking so quietly it was
difficult to hear her and there was a noticeable quiver in her voice.

Claudia moved to the side of the door, unlatched it, and slowly opened it a
crack.  She peered out.  Standing before her was Amy L., a student from
last year.  She was a small girl with a thin, underdeveloped figure.  She
was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.  As Claudia searched her from top to
bottom with her eyes, her arousal increased.  She was experiencing a
throbbing sensation around her vagina and her nipples were burning.
Mentally, it was as though she had been immersed in a red, erotic fog.
Everything was about sex.  Even standing there examining the young student,
she never stopped moving her fingers along her slippery labia.

Although Amy could only see Claudia's head, it was obvious that she was
involved in something sexual.  The flushed face and wild-eyed expression
gave it away.  The youngster could hear it in her voice as well.  Emily had
been right!  This was going to be good.

"Show me where it feels funny," Claudia breathed.

Amy quickly lost her shyness and unfastened the button on her jeans.  She
lowered the zipper halfway and pushed her hand in. "Right down here," she
said.

As Claudia watched, totally captivated, the thin youngster pushed her hand
deeply into her jeans and began a rhythmic motion that clearly indicated
she was masturbating herself.  An involuntary moan escaped Claudia's lips
and she was so deeply excited by the sight of this girl performing for her
that she moved her hand lower and plunged two of her fingers into her
well-lubricated vagina. and began fucking herself.  Suddenly, a wave of
clarity passed over her and she realized how risky the situation was but in
her over-stimulated condition she was not about to break off this bizarre
encounter.  "You'd better get in here where no one can see us," she
whispered.

 She opened the door more widely and motioned for the little girl to come
in.  Amy, who had by now succeeded in arousing her own desire to an intense
level, slipped through the door willingly.  As she entered, Claudia held
the girl by the shoulders and maneuvered her into the stall so that her
back was to Claudia and she not was able to get a good look at her.
Claudia latched the door and stood close behind the girl in the narrow
stall.  The youngster's clothes stimulated her breasts and stomach as she
bent close to her head and whispered, "Don't move.  You mustn't see me yet.
I'm completely naked.  I was masturbating myself when you came in."

Claudia's breath caressed Amy's ear and the sound of the words inflamed
both of them.  The young girl was electrified by the thought that her
teacher was standing behind her naked and that she had admitted to having
been masturbated.  This was far more exciting than she had imagined it
would be.  She longed to turn and look at the woman's body.  During English
lessons the previous year, she had often looked at her teacher and tried to
imagine what her breast, thighs, and naked buttocks might look like.  Now
here she was standing with her back pressed tightly against the woman's
soft breasts.  Amy was quivering with excitement and adolescent lust.  She
could feel the warmth building in her vagina as the moisture oozed into her
panties.

"Touch yourself." Claudia told the youngster.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm going to touch myself, too.  Can you feel the way I have my hand on
myself?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I'm so wet.  Are you, too?"

"Yes,.  I?I don't usually get so wet."

Claudia had one hand on Amy's shoulder and with the other she was fondling
and caressing the lips of her vagina.  Now that the two were locked in the
stall where no one could discover them, she had slowed her pace.  She
wanted to savor this experience.  Would something this erotic and exciting
ever happen again?  She was enjoying every minute.  She knew that
ultimately the two of them could spend as long as they wanted in the
toilet.  All she would need to do is explain that Amy had been ill and
required her assistance.  She toyed languidly with her clitoris, while
breathing in the heady smells from the youngsters hair.  "I want you to
take your pants down.  Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, oh yes!" came the whispered reply.  And while Claudia gave the girl
room, she reached down and pushed her jeans down her thin legs and left
them gathered around her ankles.

"Now push your panties down and keep touching yourself," she ordered.  The
girl complied and Claudia was feeling an incredible sense of sexual power
which served to heightened her state of arousal even farther.  "How does
that feel?"

"Unnnhh," was all she could say.

Claudia desperately wanted to touch this fragile youngster, but she felt
that somehow as long as she wasn't nothing too terribly wrong was
happening.  "Touch yourself until your fingers are very wet."

"Okay."

"Now hold your fingers up to my face.  I want to smell you."  The girl
again did as she was told and Claudia was treated to her first scent of
young girl.  It was more than intoxicating?it absolutely drove her wild.
"Oh, god!  Oh, oh!" she moaned as she began masturbating herself furiously.

Amy could now feel her teacher's arm against her naked bottom as the woman
stroked herself rapidly.  She could tell that her pace had increased and
she could hear her rapid breaths close by her ear.  These sensation drove
the young girl further towards climax and soon both were masturbating
themselves as rapidly as they could.  In a few more seconds both of them
caught by waves of pleasure as orgasms broke over them.  Shuddering and
shivering, they leaned against each other for support.

As they began to relax, Claudia murmured, "Thank you, Amy.  It was
wonderful."

"Oh, Mrs. Patterson, I loved it.  Thank you, too."

Amy pulled up her panties and jeans and Claudia guided her out of the
stall.  During all the time they'd been there, no one else had come in.
She carefully dressed and then went to the sinks to freshen up.  Amy was
still there and said, "Saturday afternoons we meet at the mall.  Near the
front door.  You should come this Saturday.  At about 5 o'clock?"

Claudia was flattered and more than a little surprised.  Would Amy and her
friends want her to be part of some sort of group?  Rather than spoil the
moment with questions, she said, "Okay, see you then."

Amy departed and after arranging herself properly, so did Claudia.