Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 06:46:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Elisha Wentenworth <elishawentenworth@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Ms. Starten's Apartment Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Elisha Wentenworth, and this is my first erotic story. It's
partly true, and my child self is the main character. If you're offended by
consensual adult-youth relationships in a loving and trusting environment,
please don't read on.


Ms. Starten's Apartment
By Elisha Wentenworth


	It all happened in sixth grade. Halfway through the year we got a
new teacher after Mrs.  Greenley had to go the hospital for a stroke. She
had been very old, and everyone at Damplewood Elementary School had parents
who remembered having her as a teacher. The new teacher we got for the
second half of the year was Ms. Starten, and she was very nice. She was
young, and this was her first teaching job since university.

	All my friends in the sixth grade loved Ms. Starten; she was
gentle, kind, and pretty. She had light brown hair that hung to her
shoulders and she seemed very tall. She wore a pair of black-framed glasses
with thick lenses that made her brown eyes look larger than they really
were.

	A lot of my friends in the sixth grade had had boyfriends since the
fifth grade. I thought it was silly to call it "going out" by sitting at a
lunch table with someone, but that was the way that elementary school
went. No boys ever had showed an interest in me up until that point, and I
was really sad.  My best friend Lynn was "asked out" by Jeff Maddox at the
beginning of the year, and I was all alone.  Sure, it was a silly thing to
have a boyfriend at that age, but everyone was getting asked out but me!

	The first day that Ms. Starten came to our class, she told us that
if we ever had any problems we should stay with her in the classroom during
the lunch period. So I did. When all my friends went to the lunchroom
chatting and sitting shyly next to their preadolescent boyfriends, I sat
forlornly in the classroom at a desk while Ms. Starten ate her lunch.

	She had a diet pop and an apple and some kind of sandwhich. I took
out my lunch and ate too.  At first Ms. Starten didn't even notice that I
had stayed behind. She was munching and sipping with her head down at her
desk, scribbling furiously with a pen. After a few minutes she raised her
head and exclaimed that she was very sorry that she had not noticed me.

	She asked my name, and I told her Elisha. She smiled at that and
asked me what sort of problem I was having.

	"I'm just tired of sitting alone at lunch," I said quietly.

	"Aw, I'm sorry, Elisha," said Ms. Starten. She removed her glasses
and placed them on her desk. Her eyes seemed to shrink, but lost none of
their rich brown hue. "Sixth grade is a funny time for a girl, that's for
sure. I can tell most the girls have boyfriends."

	I nodded and buried my face in my sandwhich. I felt like I was
going to cry.

	"But I guess you don't?" asked Ms. Starten carefully.

	I couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. My shoulders trembled as
a few strangled weeps left my mouth.

	"Oh my dear!" said Ms. Starten. She had moved from her desk and
placed her hand on one of my shoulders.

	I looked up from my desk and turned my neck around to look at
Ms. Starten. Her face was blurred by my tears but I could clearly see her
hand that was on my shoulder. Her fingers were long and her nails were
painted in a lacquered red. "Shh, shh, shh," soothed Ms. Starten. "It's all
right, my dear." She smiled at me and put her forefinger over her lips.

	I stopped the sobs and sniffled, sucking a drip of mucas back up my
nose. "I'm sorry, Ms.  Starten. I just feel lonely. I'll go to the
lunchroom now."

	I started to gather my things but Ms. Starten stopped me. "No, no,
Elisha. It's fine. I can be your friend. You're welcome to have lunch here
any time you like."

	Ms. Starten and I became very close friends over the course of the
next few weeks. Every lunch period I stayed in the classroom and ate with
her. She talked with me about the countryside and ponies. Someday she
wanted to own a place in the country with horses. I told her how much I
loved horses too, and she was thrilled. I brought in some of my books on
ponies and she thoroughly leafed through every single page of every single
book.

	I was becoming much more happy now that I had a friend at school,
until the other girls started making fun of me outside of the
classroom. One morning when I was walking to class behind a group of other
sixth-graders, my old friend Lynn approached me.

	"Hey, Elisha, how's it feel being the teacher's pet?"

	I lowered my eyes and didn't respond. I just kept walking. But Lynn
wouldn't give up. She taunted, "Suck up! Suck up! Suck up!" Soon other
girls joined in the chant and I bit back tears with clenched eyes.

	After a few weeks, I told my parents about Ms. Starten and what a
great friend she was to me.  My parents were happy, and we had Ms. Starten
over for dinner one night. She came ten minutes early and wore a bright
green dress with her hair pushed behind her ears and fastened with several
bobbi pins.  She started smiling the moment she walked in the door and was
very polite to my parents. My mother hurried back to the kitchen, declaring
that dinner would be ready shortly, and that we should wait in the living
room. My father went back to his study and read his paper.

	Ms. Starten and I sat on the large couch in the living and room and
talked about horses (like we always did). I soon remembered that I had just
gotten a new book from my father and that it was my bedroom. I told
Ms. Starten and said that I'd go get it and bring it down. She said she'd
come with me; after all, she'd like to see my room.

	We both went upstairs and into my bedroom. I always kept it neat
and tidy, and Ms. Starten was very impressed. I burst with pride. I showed
her the figurines of ponies that I had displayed on my dresser, and showed
her a little bracelet I made from beads a few days ago. I gave that to her
and told her she could keep it. She fastened it around his wrist and
started crying. She really was my best friend.

	To my horror, I realized that I had forgotten that I'd left one of
my bras out on my dresser. I opened a drawer and quickly stuffed it in,
hoping Ms. Starten wouldn't say anything. I had just begun wearing bras.  A
month or so ago my mother took me to the store and bought me several bras
with tiny cups that I could slip on over my chest without fastening
anything in the back.

	"My, my, Elisha," laughed Ms. Starten. She took my hand in hers and
smiled at me. "I didn't realize you wore bras yet. You really are rather
grown up!"

	I couldn't help but blush as I compared my chest to hers. She
didn't have big breasts like my mother; hers were small and more rounded
and didn't sag as much, but they were immensely larger than mine.

	Within a few minutes, we were all downstairs around the dining room
table, eating a rather yummy dinner. My mother and father talked to
Ms. Starten about her university for most of the time, and I was getting
bored. Ms. Starten talked about interesting things with me, but with my
parents she turned as dull as they were. Several times throughout the
converstaion, though, she shot me merciful glances.

	When we were all done eating, and Ms. Starten was about to leave,
my mother stopped her with a request. "Say, Ms. Starten. In a few days, my
husband and I will be going on a joint business trip to London. Would there
be any chance that you could take care of Elisha during that time?"

	I lit up. We could talk about everything for hours and hours and
sing and laugh and giggle and wear pajamas! "Oh," I thought, "Please,
Ms. Starten! Please watch me!" Last time I was watched by old
Mrs. Garvanlord, who was mean and didn't let me stay up past my bedtime
even for a few minutes.

	"Oh, certainly, that would be no problem at all," assured
Ms. Starten. "I could take care of her at my apartment in the city for
those days."

	My mother thanked her numerous times before she left.

	Finally, saying, "I assure you, no trouble at all," Ms. Starten
left for the night.

	I was excited for the next few days, waiting for when my parents
would leave and I would stay at Ms. Starten's apartment. It would be
wonderful, and I began packing a bag that night that Ms. Starten was over
for dinner. After what seemed like an eternity, the day had arrived.

	After school was done, Ms. Starten took me out back where she had
her car parked. It was a small red car with a cute white-striped roof. We
drove for about an hour, going through the city, until we reached a large
blue building with narrow windows. I took my bag from the back seat and
followed Ms. Starten into the lobby. We walked up two flights of stairs,
and through two brightly-lit corridors, until we stopped at a gray door
with a huge lock on it and a plaque with the number 243 printed in pretty
lettering. Ms. Starten set down her school things and unlocked the door. It
swung open silently.

	Inside, there was a large leather couch with what seemed to be
hundreds of pillows and blankets.  She had a computer in a small room that
was off to one corner of the apartment, a bedroom with a rather large bed,
a very clean kitchen with a metal sink and narrow fridge, and a somewhat
small bathroom and shower.

	Ms. Starten took my bag after closing and locking the door and put
it on the leather sofa and sat down. She yawned and lay back. "I hope
you'll forgive me, Elisha, my dear, if I take a quick nap." I said it
wouldn't be a problem at all. She soon fell asleep. Her glasses were still
on her face, but were at an odd angle, pushed to the side so that her
auburn hair spilled over her brown eyes, a few bobbi pins dangling on the
tip of her nose.

	She really was quite pretty. I absolutely loved her hair and wished
that I had hair just like it. My hair was dark brown, not the beautiful
light hue that Ms. Starton had. I sat down on the sofa next to her and laid
back. I was really tired, I realized, and soon was fast asleep.

	When I woke up, I was laying completely against Ms. Starton's
body. My one arm was wrapped around her breasts. Startled, I jumped back,
and caught Ms. Starton's eyes. She was awake. Ashamed, I quickly apologized
in a hurried stammer, not realizing that she was smiling.

	"It's fine, Elisha!" she exclaimed. "It's not like you're a boy,
anyhow!" She giggled as if she was just my age. Her reddish-brown hair
bounced from her shoulders as she sat up. She straightened her glasses on
her face and flashed me a grin. "I'm going to go take a shower. Feel free
to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll make supper soon."

	I was surprised that it was dark already. We must have slept for a
good long time. Ms. Starten stood up and vanished into the bathroom. I
thought it was kind of weird that she didn't close the door, but after all,
it's not like I was a boy. She took off the canary yellow skirt that she
had been wearing all day and set it on the counter. Her panties were blue
and had frilly white laces on the edges. They looked a lot like mine.

	I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I was curious what kind of
underwear Ms. Starten wore. Next she took off the white shirt that she had
been wearing. Underneath she wore a bra that was blue just like her
panties, with the same white lace on the edges. She turned around as she
unfastened the strap on the back of her bra, and caught me watching. She
didn't say anything, and I lowered my head quickly. "That was stupid," I
thought, flush rising in my cheeks. "Getting caught watching my teacher
undress."

	I didn't look up until I heard the water of the shower. The door to
the bathroom was still open, and I soon wished that I had peed at school
before we left. That or not drank so much pop at lunch. I had to pee
really, really badly. So badly that I found myself walking into the
bathroom despite Ms. Starten taking a shower. I came in quietly and hoped
that I could make it out without her noticing. The curtain to the shower
was a clear plastic, but it was fogged up from the steam. Ms. Starten was
standing there, nothing but a blur of flesh-colored soap and water. I
quickly pulled down my skirt, sat down on the toilet, and tried to pee.

	But sitting there, with Ms. Starten in the shower, something
happened. I couldn't pee. I felt a tingle between my legs, and no matter
how hard I tried to force it, the pee would not leave. My heart started
racing as I saw Ms. Starten reaching for the faucet. The water was cut off
and she flung open the curtain. I immediately began trying to explain
myself, and somewhere amid my stammering, I stopped talking.

	Ms. Starten was standing in front of me stark naked. Her auburn
hair hung to her shoulder dripping wet, and her longs legs glistened wetly
in the bright bathroom lighting. Her stomach was very, very flat, and her
breasts were round with pointed red nipples. Between her thighs a patch of
wild auburn hair grew like an untrimmed lawn. I couldn't stop staring, and
the more I stared, the more I couldn't pee.

	"Hey, hey, now," said Ms. Starten. "We're both girls, aren't we?
It's ALL RIGHT, Elisha. How many times do I need to tell you this?" She
actually seemed angry. Her hair flapped back and forth and her breasts
jumped twice in the air.

	"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting. I'm just not used to this."

	"I understand," said Ms. Starten. "I really do. But please, just
try to relax. It's all okay."

	She began drying herself off with a towel and then plugged in a hot
air dryer. It turned on with a whoosh, and her hair flew behind her like a
banner in the wind.

	Finally, looking away from Ms. Starten and concentrating on the
wall, I managed to pee. It came out like a trickle at first, then it came
strong and I finally finished. I wiped myself and pulled up my skirt and
panties.  I stood from the toilet, flushing, and went to leave.

	"Elisha, shouldn't you take a shower? Don't you clean up after
school?"

	"Yes, Ms. Starten," I said. "But I thought I'd let you have the
bathroom to yourself."

	"It's fine," she responded. "I don't really need the privacy. And
you can call me Jess while we're here at my place, since it's like a
sleepover."

	"Okay," I said.

	I took off my shirt and slipped off my bra, dropped them to the
floor, and stepped out of my skirt and panties. I went into the shower and
pulled the clear plastic curtain close. I turned on the water, but it was
too hot for me. I turned it down a bit, and kept fiddling until it was just
the perfect temperature. I showered quickly, like I always did at home,
rubbing soap all over me, behind my ears, over my face, over my stomach,
between my thighs, along my legs, and between my toes. I let the lukewarm
water wash the suds down the drain and turned off the shower. I opened the
curtain and looked around for a towel, and realized that Ms. Starten was
there. She was wearing a white fuzzy bathrobe and was sitting on the toilet
with its lid down. She threw me a blue towel and I dried myself off.

	When I was done, Ms. Starten stood up and told me to sit on the
toilet seat. I wasn't used to being completely naked in front of other
people, but like Ms. Starten said, it was a sleepover, and after all, we
were both girls. I sat down, and shivered at the sensation of the cold
porcelain on my buttcheeks. Ms. Starten crouched on the bathroom floor and
had one hand inside her robe, between her long legs. Her light brown hair
was dry now and floated around her cheeks like a beautiful halo.

	"I really like your hair, Elisha," said Ms. Starten. "It's so
straight and dark!"

	She liked MY hair? Who would like my hair when her hair was so
absolutely gorgeous. "Oh," I said. "I don't like my hair very much. I like
your hair a lot more, Ms. Starten. It's so light and pretty."

	"Jess," she responded. "My name's Jess, remember?"

	"Yes."

	I giggled. So did Jess.

	"You like my hair," continued Jess. "I have more hair down here."
She pulled up her bathrobe, hitching it above her waist. The expanse of
auburn hair between her legs was clearly visible, curly and dry.

	I laughed. I was getting used to this now. "I don't," I said. "Not
yet, anyway. Soon, hopefully!" I ran a finger along my bare vagina.

	"I can help you get hair down there sooner," said Jess. It was hard
getting used to thinking of her as Jess now.
	"Really?" I replied.

	"Yes. Did your parents teach you about sex?"

	I tried to not stammer. "Yes, my mom did. A man, and a woman, they
-" I couldn't continue, I was blushing too hard.

	"That's right. It's not always between a man and a woman, though,
you know that, Elisha?"

	"I didn't know that." Was she being serious? How could that work?
If that was so, well, then, Ms. Starten was the prettiest person I knew,
moreso than any boy at school.

	"Here," said Jess quietly. She placed a hand between my thighs. I
let my legs spread open a bit more. "I just push my fingers here." She
pushed very gently, so gently that I trembled and gasped. Her red-lacquered
nails ran up and down the length of my vagina slowly.

	I sat straighter against the back of the toilet, and let loose an
involuntary moan. Jess looked up at me and smiled.  "I won't make you a
woman tonight, not yet, but before you go home I'll pop you, if you
want. Would you want that?"

	"I think so." Popping meant the woman would bleed during her first
intercourse. That's what the book had said. If it would make me a woman,
then I wanted it.

	"I'll just rub you a bit tonight, then we'll eat dinner. If you
don't want me to do this, Elisha, please tell me. I don't want to make you
uncomfortable." She pulled her hand away from my thighs and the tingling
stopped.

	"Oh no, please, keep going," I said. I didn't want her to stop. Not
now.

	"Okay," smiled Jess. She leaned forward over my vagina, her
red-brown hair spilling onto my stomach. I twitched back for a moment then
relaxed. Jess pressed her head against my stomach, intently watching her
hand as she ran her fingers along my crevice.

	I felt my vagina bulging. It grew as she ran her fingers up and
down, up and down, up and down. I felt like I had to pee again and told
Jess.

	"That's normal. Don't worry. Once you can't hold it in, just let it
go."

	So I did. I felt the inside of me contract several times and some
liquid leaked onto my thighs, onto the toilet lid, and onto Jess' hand.

	I was embarrassed at what I had just did. I got Jess' hand covered
in that juice, and got her bathroom toilet dirty. And she had such a clean
apartment

	"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to make a mess."

	"It's all right," responded Jess. "Come on. Let's go eat dinner."

	She stood up, wrapped her bathrobe around herself more tightly,
washed her hands, and left for the kitchen. I sat naked on the toilet lid
for a few minutes by myself. Ms. Starten was so pretty, so beautiful, and
we had just shared one of the best moments of my life. I didn't know if I
could ever get married when I grew up, now that I had experienced that with
Ms. Starten.

	One thing I did know, though, was that these next few days were
going to be the best ones of my life. That night, we ate dinner and went to
sleep together in Ms. Starten's large bed. We wrapped ourselves in the big
blankets and hugged naked, talking in whispers all night. Tomorrow I would
get popped. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, because the last thing I
saw before I drifted off was the bracelet I had given Ms. Starten clinging
to her pretty thin wrist.


Hey, everyone. This was my first piece of erotica, and like I said at the
beginning, it was based partly on my own life as a child. You can e-mail me
at elishawentenworth@yahoo.co.uk if you liked it or would just like to
chat. Also, if you would like to see a second part to this story with the
same characters, please tell me, and I will write one. I had so much fun
writing this, and would love to make another.
  - Elisha