Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 23:10:35 +0100 (BST) From: Elisha Wentenworth Subject: Ms. Starten's Apartment Chapter 2 Ms. Starten's Apartment Chapter 2 by Elisha Wentenworth -- If you under 18 and/or are offended by loving and consensual relationships between women and girls, do not read any farther. -- The next morning I woke up looking at the tall ceiling with two layers of thick blankets piled on top of me. A fine layer of sweat clung between the sheets and my back, and despite sleeping until it was well into the morning, I felt very tired, not refreshed at all. I was in the big bed all by myself, still naked from cuddling with Jess. It didn't seem all that weird anymore thinking about Ms. Starten as Jess. She was my best friend, not just my teacher. And what she had done to me on the toilet last night made me think of her in a whole new, very personal light. I pushed the blankets aside and rolled out of the bed and onto my feet. I looked around the room for a set of my pajamas, put them on, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Jess was sitting in the kitchen reading a magazine from behind her thick black glasses. She smiled at me as I walked by. In the bathroom I stared at the toilet seat for a long time. Was what I let Ms. Starten do to me last night wrong? It had felt so good, and all I knew was that I wanted to be a woman. I didn't want to be a kid anymore. I brushed my teeth hurriedly and went to the kitchen. "Good morning, Elisha," said Jess when I entered. "Morning, Miss, err... Jess." I tried to smile as I stumbled. Jess laughed and put down her magazine. She outstretched her arms and motioned for me to come to her. I ran into her arms and hugged her tightly. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me to her chest. I felt her round breasts digging into my underdeveloped rack. Her reddish- brown hair smelled of a sweet shampoo that had hints of herbs and spices. A few stray curly wisps floated across my face, and I shivered at the sensation. I pulled my head back and stared at Jess' face. She was young for a grown-up, I knew that, but she was so much older than me. "How old are you, Jess?" I asked. "Twenty-four." Her large brown eyes regarded me. They twinkled in the light of the kitchen. I didn't respond, but just kept staring at her face. It made me feel so secure, so happy; she practically radiated an aura of peaceful bliss. Then suddenly, while I was lost in my thoughts, Jess leaned forward and planted her lips against mine. Caught off guard, I half-choked before I managed to start breathing out of my nose. The sensation was heaven. Her lips were warm and moist, and pressed against mine firmly. She let out a content purr, then after a few moments, released me. She removed her warm hands from inside the backs of my pajama pants. What? When had she done that? I had been so entranced, so captivated that I didn't even notice. "You hungry, darling?" asked Jess, standing from her chair. She was wearing a set of pajamas that looked a lot like mine, only hers were a bright pink hue and mine were white. She turned to face the living room and I stared at her back. "A little, not very much," I responded, and meant it. I really wasn't very hungry at all. I felt butterflies bouncing up and down in my stomach. "Okay, well, neither am I. Wanna watch some TV before lunch? It's Saturday; is there something you usually watch?" "I don't watch a lot of TV," I responded truthfully. I felt myself blushing when Jess turned around and caught me staring at her. "Alright, then," she said slowly. "By the way, Elisha, dear," she then added. "What I did to you last night, you liked it, right? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you." She stared at me through her thick glasses, and I thought she wore a slightly concerned expression. "Oh, Jess," I said. "You know I loved it. It was heaven." It really had been. My vagina was still somewhat sore from my first orgasm but I felt so, so content. Her faced loosened and she let loose a smile. "Wonderful. You're becoming a woman, now, Elisha. Isn't this wonderful? Today, later, we can make it official." "I can't wait," I replied, blushing again. I felt my stomach flutter momentarily as Jess looked at me, sweeping my body up and down with that wonderful face of hers. Those intelligent glasses, cute perky smile, and flowing auburn hair made me swallow my heart. Jess padded into the living room in her bare feet, and threw herself onto the long sofa, sinking into a pile of pillows. She stretched her mouth open in a tremendous yawn. I followed her in quietly, my blood pounding in my ears. I still felt sweat clinging to my back from the bed, and now cold beads dotted my face. I stood in front of the sofa for a moment, then sat down too. Jess closed her yawning mouth with a snap and sat up, pulling a pillow to her chest. "Elisha," she said. "You ever hear of a lesbian?" I was taken aback at her straightforwardness. A lesbian? That forbidden word, something whispered quietly in the locker rooms, never spoken of out loud, never fully comprehended. "S-sort of," I mumbled, looking down at my glittered toenails. I liked glitter on my nails. I guess in that way I was a lot like the other girls my age. "Sort of?" asked Jess slyly. She slid herself across the sofa and cuddled up to me. I could see the lace of her panties as she bent down to drop the pillow that had been on her lap. "What kinds of stuff have you heard?" "N-nothing good, really," I said. What was she getting at about lesbians? What would make her talk about that word that we used as an insult? Then it hit me. Was Jess a lesbian? Was that... Oh God no. Was what I let her do to me last night... no. It couldn't be. It had felt so right. "Nothing good?" asked Jess, her faint smile growing. She rested her head against my underdeveloped breasts and purred to me quietly. "I'm a lesbian, Jess." "Wh-what?" I almost stood up right there, even though I could smell Jess' herb shampoo and feel her soft cheek kissing the front of my neck. "But it's a bad thing, right? Being a lesbian?" "No, not at all, Elisha," cooed Jess. "What would make you say that? Do you know what it is to be one?" "I don't know," I admitted. "But every girl at school says it's something bad, and we use it as an insult. But we only whisper it. No one wants to get in trouble." "A lesbian is a girl who is interested in other girls, honey" said Jess in a breathy voice, her head resting more firmly and more completely on my chest. "Oh," I said. "But, if that's you--" I felt tears welling in my eyes. "--then that's me too. Everyone hates me already." My shoulders started shaking. Jess raised her glowing face from my trembling body. "Oh, darling Elisha." Her eyes looked pained. "It's not like that at all. Those girls, they're mean as devils, and hate you for who you are. They're superficial and heartless. Don't mind them. Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing, even if they'll make fun of you." I still felt scared, felt like the world was pushing down on me, felt like a thousand eyes were watching, but I stopped crying. It made sense. It would all be fine so long as Jess was my friend. "But don't tell your parents yet," cautioned Jess, her huge brown eyes sucking up my attention. "Sometimes they don't understand. She looked down for a moment, her smile fading. "Mine didn't." "I'm sorry," I said, trying to put on the best comforting voice I could. It was hard after just crying; I still was trembling and my voice came out wavering with uncertainty. "It's okay," said Jess, raising her head again. "I have you now. My little angel. My darling Elisha. Oh, how I adore you." She leaned her head against my chest again. I felt her hands running slowly along my back. I felt a light-headed sensation surge through my mind and euphoria overtook me. This was so right. I let the tension ease from my shoulders, and after wiping some stray tears from my cheeks, I wrapped my arms around Jess' pajamaed waist. My hands ran everywhere; I was no longer in control. I forced them up the back of her shirt, ran them along the frilly lace of her bra, and traced the bony contours of her spine. She let loose a quiet murmur in my ear. I shivered. Her hands danced all along my back, then plunged into the rear of my pajama bottoms. She pried her fingers underneath my butt-cheeks even though I was seated, and started wriggling her fingers in a wild tickling fashion. I burst into laughter, and with a jolt that made me lose my grip on her back, I half-rose to my feet. Jess pushed me back down onto the sofa and climbed on top of me. I burst into giggles and she cast a shining smile upon my beaming face. Her lips landed on mine with a loud smack. She struck again and again, pecking my face all over with wet kisses. I was laughing so hard I was out of breath. As if sensing my predicament, she then raised her head and hung suspended above me for what seemed an eternity, her own giggles bubbling forth from her lungs like a waterfall. Her teeth were pure white, like the ivory tusks of an elephant, and her tongue rolled back and forth in her mouth like a fleshy strawberry. She was so beautiful. My giggling slowed and so did hers. She lashed out like a viper. Her mouth frolicked over my neck, and I could feel her warm breath everywhere. She began unbuttoning my pajama shirt frantically; I felt her hands trembling. I looked into her face for an instant as she briefly came up for air from her kissing assault. Her eyes had a voracity to them, a deep, raw kind of hunger that seemed it would never be satisfied. The last few buttons of my shirt came undone and Jess tore the soft pajama top off my torso in a gentle but firm flourish. The room felt cold for a moment, but Jess' body against mine soon heated my now-exposed chest. Her mouth worked its way down to my young round breasts; I hadn't bothered putting on a bra when I woke up. Her perky pair of red lips wrapped around my left nipple. Warmth oozed from her mouth into my breast, and I let forth an involuntary "Oh my God." I felt her tongue swirling around the nipple. It began to harden and I couldn't help but squirm under the weight of Jess' body. Her teeth scraped against the nipple briefly, and she raised her head and said, "I'm sorry." "Oh my God, Jess. It's ok. Just--" I spoke in haggard breaths. "--Just don't stop, please. Keep going." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against a pillow on the sofa. I felt the humid warmth of her mouth encompass my nipple again. I bit my lower lip and clenched my eyes even more tightly. Jess worked her mouth all over my other nipple, then sat up from my chest. She was straddling my pajama-clad hips with her own pajama-clad hips. "Elisha, will you do something for me now? This can't be one-way forever, you know." "I'll do whatever you want," I breathed. "Whatever." "Good," smiled Jess. She pulled her legs off my body, and leaned back on the sofa. "Stand up, darling, will you?" I stood from the sofa. She slid her body forward, her legs stretched low on the floor below the sofa. With a swoosh of silk, she then pulled her pajama pants from her long legs, kicking them to the floor in a misshapen pile. She was wearing the same panties as last night -- blue with frilly white lace on the edges. Within moments they were on the floor too, revealing Jess' round bottom and jungle of auburn pubic hair. She told me to get on my knees, so I did. I was in a trance from the pleasure I had been feeling; I would have literally done anything she asked me to do. She wiggled her bottom a bit off the edge of the sofa and told me to put my head between her legs. I slowly moved my face toward her private area, unsure of how to do things. What if I did something wrong and made Jess mad? What if she would never do this with me again? As if reading my mind, Jess said, "Don't worry, dear. It's fine. Take your time." I did. Her vagina smelled of a creamy glue-like aroma; it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but I wasn't used to it. I pushed my face closer and closer, until my nose was touching her pubic hair and my mouth was gently resting on her slit. She had so much hair down there, so much more than I had. "Put your tongue inside my girl place. Take your time." Her voice was kind and comforting, and she told me that if I didn't want to do this now we could wait. But I wanted to prove myself to Jess, and I loved her. I wanted to give something back. I pushed my tongue slowly through her slit. It tasted rich and acrid at the same time, and I felt a sexual tingling between my own thighs. I felt Jess' one leg brush against my cheek as she stirred with a slight groan. The bottom of her pajama shirt slid briefly across the top of my face as she moved. "Wiggle it around, feel for a tiny lump," she said in an airy voice. I swirled my tongue around, probing inside her vagina. I felt myself getting turned on even more the longer I explored her privates with my mouth. I breathed heavily through my nose as I sucked, the air smelling strongly of soap, no doubt from her shower last night. Her auburn pubic hair tickled my nose as I breathed, and I started laughing, stifling myself a moment later to continue. Jess placed her hands on either side of my face and let loose a tremendous moan. I raised my eyes, catching Jess' face on the edge of my vision. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes were clenched tight, and she was biting down on her lower lip. I refocused on her vagina and continuing my quest for a little lump. My tongue gently searched her vagina, this way and that, Jess stirring with every movement. I was controlling her. She was like my puppet; I would press with my tongue, and she would twist her body in pleasure. I found the bump with the tip of my tongue. It was a little raised area and when my tongue slid over it, Jess' entire body shook like an earthquake. She called it her clit and said I was her best student ever. Pride swelled inside me and I ran my tongue over her clit again and again and again and again. Aftershocks of the earthquake screamed through her body, and she let forth a scream that shook the floor of the apartment. Jess' vagina started contracting around my tongue, and I felt liquids rushing into my mouth and over my face. I was so surprised that I fell backwards, onto my butt. The juices tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, and I still felt very aroused. Jess' body went limp after a few seconds, and she collapsed back onto the sofa on her back. She was cooing quietly between sniffles, saying my name again and again. She was crying. "Elisha, Elisha, sweet sweet Elisha. I love you, Elisha. Darling Elisha." I didn't know what to say. I swallowed hard, the bitter-sweet juices running down my throat into my belly. I stood up, crawled onto the sofa, and wiggled my way on top of Jess. Her body was longer than mine, but I crawled up until I was looking in her face. There were tears glittering on her pretty flushed cheeks, and her hair was wild, laying around her head like a spidery halo. She sniffled noisily when she met my eyes. "I love you with all my heart, Elisha." Jess' eyes were wavering under a sheet of water. I started crying too and kissed her gently on the lips. She kissed me back and we cuddled on the sofa in our half-removed pajamas for a long, long time. When we looked at the time again, it was noon, and we were hungry. Jess made us sandwiches in the kitchen, and she told me that after lunch she had a big surprise for me, something that I had asked for last night. One word flashed through my mind as I chewed my lunch quietly. Popped. Hey, everyone! I was literally overwhelmed by the positive responses I got from chapter 1, and hope you all thoroughly enjoyed chapter 2 as much. I would like to thank everyone for the e-mails; they make me feel so great in knowing that my story was appreciated. So, please send more comments! I can still be reached at elishawentenworth@yahoo.co.uk - Elisha