Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 08:12:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Lisa Anblen Subject: Summer Tutoring Author's Note: This is my first story. I've been thinking about writing for a while and finally did this over the course of an afternoon one day. If you enjoyed it and would like to give me feedback, please email me at lisaa0000@yahoo.com. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended only for the enjoyment of readers. It contains sexual situations between an adult woman and an underage girl. If you find this offensive, or if it is illegal for you to read this, please do not read it. Any resemblance between characters in this story and real people is unintentional. ------------------------------------------------ Summer Tutoring - by Lisa A Last year something happened to me that has changed me in ways that I can't imagine. I am a fairly conservative 35 year old woman. I'm happily married and have two children. I'm also a 7th and 8th grade language arts teacher. Last year at school, I had a student named Nicole who was having problems with her grades. She was trying really hard, but no matter how hard she tried, she always did poorly on assignments and tests. I really had compassion on Nicole and volunteered to tutor her over the summer. We agreed that her parents would drop her off at my house once a week for two hours over the summer. I had to work it out so that my kids spent a couple hours with their friends otherwise I knew we'd get interrupted the entire time. The first Tuesday came around and Nicole was dropped off around 1:00 in the afternoon. She rang the doorbell and I went to answer knowing that it was her. I was a little taken aback because of what Nicole was wearing. In school, we have a dress code and all the kids wear very modest clothing. Now, Nicole was standing in front of me this incredibly short baby blue skirt and a white low cut top that she had unbuttoned at the bottom and tied around just below her breasts leaving most of her belly exposed. Her breasts, fairly well developed for an eighth grader, were almost half exposed with her top open. "Nicole!", I said, "Hi...um, your mom let's you dress like that?" She laughed, "Yes, Mrs. Johnson. My mom says its fine since I have to wear all those uptight clothes during the school year. Don't you like it?" "Well, it's a nice outfit. But it's pretty revealing. It's probably not something I'd let my daughter wear." Nicole looked a bit sad at my remarks and looked away. "Nicole, I'm sorry. I know it's probably a special thing for you to wear. It's really cute on you.". Nicole beamed and came up and hugged me. "Thanks, Mrs. Johnson. I wore it just for you." Wondering exactly what she meant by that, I let her in. We proceeded to the kitchen where I had all the materials laid out for us to study. I offered Nicole some ice water and she gladly accepted. We studied for about 30 minutes and during that time made quite a bit of progress on the areas in which Nicole had been struggling. While we were reading and talking, Nicole had moved very close to me on the bench seats that we have at the kitchen table. She was a little bit close for my comfort, but I didn't say anything. Whenever she learned something new, though, she would get excited and her hands would reach out and touch me on my arm or on my leg as she thanked me over and over again for tutoring her and teaching her this material. Because I was also wearing shorts, her touch on my leg was almost shocking. When she went back to reading, I tried to scoot a little away from Nicole hoping that she wouldn't notice. We continued to discuss a certain difficult subject area for a while and had a really big break through where Nicole finally understood a concept that had been very difficult for her all year long. She was even more excited this time and was touching me on my leg, thanking me over and over again for helping her. While I appreciated her gratitude, her hand on my thigh was starting to be unnerving. I hug the kids at school all the time, but touching me on my bare leg was something different. I normally would relate that kind of touching to something sexual, and I was trying to get that thought out of my mind. I know Nicole didn't mean anything bad by it, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings by telling her to quit touching me. Most of these kids don't get much in the way of intimacy at home. I didn't want to squash her feelings by telling her that her touch was inappropriate. On the other hand, I was really struggling with the idea of someone else touching me on my bare skin, on my upper thigh, so close to my sexual place. Nobody touched me there besides my husband. Nicole kept talking about how thankful and how cool it was that I was helping her. She was pretty excited about what she had just learned and accidentally knocked over the glass of ice water on the table while she was waving her hands around. The glass fell towards her, hit the table and the water splashed hard all over Nicole. The water pretty much soaked the front of Nicole's top. As I looked down at her, I had to stop myself from letting a gasp escape my lips. As the water had soaked into Nicole's blouse, it revealed that Nicole wasn't wearing a bra. Her fairly well developed eighth grade breasts were pretty much completely exposed through her shirt. Even more troubling, at least to me at that moment, was that the cold ice water had really affected her and her nipples had become very hard and looked like they were trying to poke through her blouse. Nicole was apologizing over and over again because some of the books and papers had gotten wet. She didn't even seem to notice what the water had done to her. I quickly grabbed a towel and was trying to clean up the table and papers. All that time, I was trying very hard not to stare at Nicole's top and was thinking about how I was going to deal with this situation. I had butterfly's in my stomach trying to think of a way to get her dried up and in a more appropriate state. I didn't want to embarass her but I also had a very weird nervousness that I didn't understand that was mixed in with my other feelings. "Nicole", I said, "Don't worry about it. It's an accident and its just water. This will all dry and be fine." I paused a bit. "We, um, will have to get you dried up, though." Nicole looked down at herself and realized that she was soaked. She laughed. "It's ok, Mrs. Johnson. I'll just dry off while we study some more." That was not a scenario that I wanted. I needed to get Nicole dried off or into something else quickly. The way she looked with her blouse clinging to just about every inch of her breasts and hardened nipples was going to be way too distracting to me. I was also starting to notice that some of the water had dripped down her flat belly and there were a few little drops on the edge of her belly button. As I looked down further I saw specks of water on her skirt and some had even gotten down to her smooth tanned thighs. The water was slowly running down the inside of her thighs past her knee and onto her calves. I shook my head and snapped myself out of it. What was I doing thinking like that? I was really starting to question where my mind was at that moment. "No, Nicole, I think we should get you dried up or into some other clothes." Nicole protested. "It's fine Mrs. Johnson. I really don't mind." I looked for a good argument but couldn't think of anything that wasn't far from the truth. "Nicole, you look like you are almost naked with that shirt being wet...and, um well it's really not appropriate to be like that." Nicole was obviously very hurt. She surprisingly didn't seem to be embarassed, but the pain that she felt at my words was obvious. She looked up at me with her big sad brown eyes. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson. What should I do?" I was anguishing over how I had made Nicole feel. "Sweetie, it's not a big deal. You should probably just cover up or something. Let me get you a towel." I went and grabbed a big beach towel from the closet and got it for her. I went to hand it to Nicole but she was looking away, so I walked up to her and wrapped the towel around her myself. She looked up into my eyes and said "Thank-you Mrs. Johnson." I looked back at her and said "You're welcome Nicole". I tried to keep my eyes from watching the drop of water that slowly rolled down her neck, down to where the towel was seperated, down between the crack of her round bosom. I watched it disappear into the darkness and realized I had been holding my breath. I looked back at Nicole and realized she had been watching my eyes follow the drop of water. I turned away feeling tremendously embarassed and sure my face was as red as a cherry. Trying to regain my composure, I asked, "Nicole, did you bring a book like we talked about? That we can use as part of our language structure study?" Nicole nodded and walked over to her bag. She pulled out a paper back book and said "My mom has a bunch of these books at home so I thought we could read this." I looked at the book cover and my heart sank. It was a romantic novel. I didn't read them but I knew they weren't generally the best representation of literature available. In addition, I didn't like the idea of romance and sex being the subject of our discussion at the moment. The image of the buxom young lady on the cover laying down in a field with a bare chested man embracing her sent chills up my spine. I didn't need any more chills or butterflies or other weird feelings. Still, I couldn't tell her that this was a bad choice. She had already had enough of my rejection today. "Ok, Nicole...let's read a chapter and then we'll talk about the various elements of language that we find in there that apply to what you've learned already." Nicole looked up at me. "I started reading it yesterday so I'm on chapter 6 already. Can we just start there?" "Sure", I replied. I went over to the couch and Nicole handed me the book. I started to read. It was, as I had expected, not the best writing to be found in literature, but it would work for our purposes. The plot was easy to figure out even though I had not read the first five chapters as Nicole had. The story took place in the 1600's and was about a French man named Jacques who was trying to establish trade and relationships with the colonists from Britain. During his talks with the British, he encountered a young woman named Wendy who was the daughter of one of the wealthy merchants with whom Jacques was working. Wendy detested Jacques because he was French and also because Jackques had made overly friendly gestures to Wendy on a few occasions. Chapter 6 was about a conflict between Jacques and Wendy during which it was becoming apparent that Wendy was starting to become somewhat enamored with the advances of Jacques. It was obvious that the chapter was building to a romantic encounter between the two and I started to feel that nervousness in my stomach again. I continued reading until I came to a point where Jacques and Wendy started kissing. I looked up at Nicole. She was in a chair leaning over in rapt attention. The towel had fallen away a bit and her front was mostly exposed to me. While Nicole's blouse was still wet and I could still see the roundess of her breasts and the darkness of her nipples through her blouse, it looked like her nipples had settled back down and weren't stiff and poking out begging for attention any longer. Well, I had that going for me at least. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept reading. "Wendy continued kissing Jacques passionately. Her lips moved from his lips down along his neck. As she reached the top of his shirt she let her tongue roll around the edge of his chest and slowly started to unbutton him. Wendy looked up into Jacques eyes and gave him a wicked grin and she moved her tongue slowly down his chest and to his stomach." "As Wendy moved lower, her chin bumped into a large protrusion in Jacques trousers. She turned her face down to examine the obstruction in her way and smiled as she stared at it. Wendy got to her knees and rubbed her neck and face along the bulge as she stared up into Jacques eyes. As her teeth latched on to one of the trouser drawstrings, her hands moved along his stomach." I stopped. My heart was beating intensely and I was embarassed to even look at Nicole. But I did. I looked up and saw her staring at me. Her mouth was parted slightly and I could see a trace of her tongue. It almost looked as though she was panting. Looking down a bit, I saw her chest heaving fairly heavily back and forth. My mouth was dry as I noticed that once again her nipples had become as hard as rocks. The tiny pebbles on the tip of her breasts pushed hard against the fabric of her blouse. This time I did let forth an audible gasp as I looked at her. At the same time I felt a small tingle start up my down below in my belly. I almost died when I realized what it was. I could not let myself feel this way. "Nicole, I'm not sure that we should read this. This is really meant for adults." Nicole pouted. "Mrs. Johnson, my mom reads these all the time and leaves them around the house. I'm sure if she didn't want me to read this, she would hide the books." I stumbled over my thoughts and words, "Nicole, I'm just not sure." Nicole stood up and the towel fell from her shoulders. She seemed to tower above me as I looked at her and I openly stared and let my eyes explore her body. I looked at her pouty lips and found myself running my tongue lightly over my own lips. My eyes moved down to her blouse and traced the roundness of her breasts and up to the dark points of her nipples and at the same time I felt my own nipples hardening. I looked further down at her flat sculpted stomach and belly button. Her lightly tanned skin almost glowed as the mix of the ice water and perspiration reflected light off her belly. In my own belly, the butterflies were going crazy so I moved my eyes down further to her legs that emerged from the confines of her skirt. Her skirt was only slightly below her hips and I found myself almost moving down so that I could get a glimpse of something under there. I wondered what color her panties were and thought about what might be under there and as I did so felt the dampness start under my panties. "Oh my god, I can't let myself go here", I thought. I don't think Nicole suspected that I had been ogling her and she moved towards me with pleading eyes. "Please Mrs. Johnson. I've read these books before so its not like I don't know all about this stuff." I was dumbfounded. I asked Nicole, "You mean you knew that this was going to be in here?" She nodded as she sat down beside me on the couch. "You always tell us to be open to new ideas. You say that if we always do things the same way and never try new things that we'll never learn what life is about. So, I tried something new and now you are trying to say that I shouldn't." I couldn't argue with her logic but still I knew that it wasn't right for me to be reading erotic content to an eighth grade girl. Then again, it was obvious that she was going to read it with or without me and I had been discouraging her all afternoon. I was starting to rationalize I know. I just didn't want to deal with the reality of the feelings that we're building within me. "Ok, Nicole. I'll finish reading this chapter, but then we are done for now. We'll talk about whether we should find a different book next time." I picked up the book again and found where I had left off. I was almost shaking with nervousness and then Nicole made it even worse by scooting over right up next to me. The sides of our legs touched each other and I just about jumped. I returned my focus to the book. "Wendy's teeth pulled on the drawstring and Jacques trousers fell to floor. Wendy stared at the treasure before her and encircled Jacques with her delicate hands. Jacques stared down at Wendy and moaned in a way that encouraged her even more. Wendy used her mouth and tongue to bring Jacques to the edge but stopped before he erupted." "'I need you in me.', she whispered as she pulled up her dress, turned around and exposed her backside to Jacques. Jacques tenderly entered her and they both let out sighs expressing the deepest of contentment. As Jacques and Wendy rocked against each other in a slow yet urgent rhythm, the passion built until it was a tangible presence in the air. The two cried out in unison and collapsed to the floor, their energies fully spent on each other." I finished the chapter and was in a terrible state. I could feel the moisture soaking into my panties. Even worse, I was beginning to smell a musky scent rising up from beneath my legs. I felt trapped and wanted to yell at Nicole to leave immediately. But I didn't. Nicole looked up at me. "Thanks, Mrs. Johnson", she said as she put her hand on my leg yet again. "You are the best teacher and tutor in the world. I know there aren't many teachers who would be as cool about this as you are." I just stared at Nicole's hand on my leg. Every single millimeter of contact between her hand and my leg was like electricity. My mind started to try and will her hand a bit further up to my shorts. I started imagining her fingers tracing their way underneath to touch the outline of my panties. I unconsciously raised my hips a bit as I fantasised. Nicole drew her hand away a bit startled. She looked at me curiously, obviously trying to understand what I had just done. I was completely embarassed and started to mumble a bit about needing to continue the lesson. A look of understanding passed over Nicole's face and she put her hand on my leg again as I started to get up. "Mrs. Johnson", she said. "Do you some times feel funny inside when you read about stuff like that?" I was mortified. Nicole had guessed what I had been feeling. I just stood there looking at her. Her long blonde hair ran down one side of her face and I realized right then how beautiful she was. I couldn't lie to her. "I do Nicole. But that doesn't mean it is right. There are times and places for those feelings. It is one of the reasons why this probably isn't the best book for us to be reading". There, I had brought some sanity back to the situation. "Do you masturbate at all when you feel like that?, Nicole asked innocently. Oh my god. How could I answer that question. Again I looked at her and realized that I had to be honest. "Sometimes I do. But again, it's a private thing that is meant only for certain times and places." Again I tried to bring the conversation back to sanity. Nicole went on though, "We learned about it in health and reproduction class. And some of my friends have talked about doing it, but I've never tried it. I get this feeling down there and I want to do something about it but I'm embarassed because I'm not sure what to do." I just looked at her and didn't say a thing. I couldn't think of how to respond. "Mrs. Johnson, I feel that way now. And I think you do to. Could you show me how to do it?" My face flushed with embarassment at the question. How could she even think of such a thing? I was thinking of how to tell her no in a polite way but I was shocked. As I was thinking, Nicole put her hand on my thigh again, but this time she rubbed a bit up and down. She looked up into my eyes and asked, "Please?" She even seemed to push out her breasts a bit, almost offering them up to me. I couldn't believe it. This girl knew I was hot. She also seemed to know that she was part of the reason I was feeling this way and she was using that to seduce me. How did I allow this to happen? I had to stop it at once. "No, Nicole. That would not be appropriate for me to do. This is something you need to figure out on your own. I'm sorry." Nicole seemed to be quite let down. She sat there sullenly for a moment and then seemed to perk up quickly. "Ok", she said. "I think I'd like to change shirts now, though. This damp blouse is getting to me." Nicole got up from the couch and stood in front of me. Slowly, almost seductively, she began to unbutton the top of her blouse. I couldn't move. I knew what she was doing, but I let myself believe that she was only going to change out of her wet blouse. I just sat there and watched. Nicole continued to unbutton until I could see a line of flesh running from her neck, down between her breasts to the bottom where her blouse was tied off. She untied the bottom of the blouse and it fell open exposing the inside curves of her breasts completely. She stared into my eyes and slowly pulled the blouse to either side. I watched in fascination as the fabric of her blouse rubbed against her nipples until they popped out into the open air. I stared at her nipples and they seemed to grow harder and pucker up as I looked on. Nicole pulled her shirt off the rest of the way and let it fall to the floor. "What now?", I thought. "I'll pick up her blouse and get her something to wear.", was what my mind was telling me. But my body didn't move. Nicole slowly walked up to me and put her knee on the couch between my legs. She was still above me and her breasts were right in front of my face. Moisture clung to the valley in between her breasts and I was rapt in awe at the beauty of her heaving curves. Then she spoke. "I'm wet, Mrs. Johnson", she said and looked down at me. She moved in closer and her left nipple grazed the side of my cheek. She gasped as it touched me. I still didn't move but just sat there, half in terror, half in extreme excitement. Nicole moved a bit more and ran her nipple along ny cheek and up to my eyelids. I stared right at her beautiful breast as it moved to and fro in front of me. Nicole let her breast run down over my nose and then to my top lip. I didn't move, but just held my mouth open slightly. She gently traced the top of my lip with her nipple. Moving around she walked a trail around my entire mouth with her breast. It was almost as though she were using her nipple to apply gloss to my lips. She traced my mouth three times until I was almost gasping. Finally I gave in and let me tongue come out of my mouth. Nicole didn't waste a second and moved her nipple to my tongue. I held it out as she rubbed it back and forth across my wet fleshy surface, coating her entire nipple and part of her breast with my saliva. Her nipple was puckered up in excitement. I could feel the small ridges around her areola as it moved under my tongue. She pushed her breast forward into my mouth but I still didn't do anything. I kept my mouth open and my tongue out. I let her use me. And she did. She pushed her breast into my mouth and then pulled it up until her nipple scraped along my teeth and then popped out to press against my lips. Every part of me wanted to clamp my lips down on her, but I didn't. I was in some strange state where part of my mind was still defying the reality of this situation while the other part was enthralled. Nicole was starting to moan and sigh as she continued to massage my mouth with her breast. After my saliva had completely soaked her left breast, she moved her right breast over to my mouth and continued the ritual. This time, when she put her breast in my mouth, she gently put her hand behind the back of my head and pushed my face further into her. I couldn't help myself and started swirling my tongue around her nipple. As I did so, Nicole was gasping and tried to talk in betwen breaths. "Mrs Johnson....mmm.....my breasts....oooh....I need more....uhhhh...yessss." Nicole finally pulled away and let me breathe. She looked down at me and her eyes were wild. Her pupils were completely dilated and her face was flushed with color. She then straddled my leg and started to rub her crotch against my thigh. I could feel her incredible heat and dampness through her panties. THe feel of her wet panties rubbing on my leg almost put me over the edge and I think Nicole could see that. "Are you sure you won't show me how to masturbate, Mrs. Johnson?" she asked coyly as she rubbed against me. The defiant part of me was starting to lose the battle so I mustered all the strength I could and said, "No Nicole. This has to stop. Please get up now." Nicole stopped moving on my leg and looked at me. "I don't really think you want me to stop Mrs. Johnson." I was regaining some stability. "Yes, I do Nicole. Please get up." Nicole did as I asked. She stood up and stepped back, still looking down at me. She was regal. Her entire body now had a sheen of perspiration about it. Her young pert breasts stood out demanding the attention of the entire world it seemed. She stood before me in only the skimpiest of skirts and her sandals. Because of the angle I was now at, I could also see the edge of her panties which appeared to be plain white. The look on Nicole's face was inconsistent, though, with what I was expecting. Instead of the sadness and dejection that I thought I'd see there, Nicole still had a lustful, confident look about her. She wasn't done trying yet. Nicole went and sat down on the chair across from me. Acting almost as though nothing had happened, she asked me, "Ok, what should we do now?" She leaned back in the chair and I could now clearly see her panties. I'm sure this was no accident and it had its intended affect as the tingling in my loins came back stronger than ever. I struggled to get out the words but did. "Well, first we should get you something dry to wear. Let me go grab a tshirt for you.". I ran upstairs and rummaged through my drawers until I found one of the tshirts that I wear to sleep at night. I grabbed it and headed back downstairs. When I walked back into the living room and saw Nicole, my knees almost buckled. She was in the same chair as when I had left, but now her legs were wide open to me. In addition, her panties were now gone and I spotted them at her feet. If that weren't enough, Nicole was staring right at me as she pinched both of her nipples and moved her hips up and down. She looked at me and said, "I haven't touched myself there yet Mrs. Johnson. I need you to teach me how." I swallowed and stared. I was about ten feet away but I could still see the moisture that was seeping out between her legs. I stammered a bit, "Nicole...this..this really isn't right." Nicole pinched her nipples once again and moaned. She looked up at me againx "But Mrs. Johnson, I really need your help." She reached down to her skirt and pulled it up so that it rested on her belly. Her young mound was completely exposed to me now. Her hand moved down a bit and she let her fingers run through the blonde wispy curls that outlined her sex. "Mrs Johnson, please come and help me.", she was starting plead a bit. Nicole reached out her other hand. "Please come here and give me your hand." My body completely ignored what my mind was saying and took a step forward. And another. Soon I found myself right in front of this beautiful 15 year old girl who was almost completely naked and wanting me to teach her things that were meant only for lovers to share.000 My hand reached out and took hold of Nicole's hand. She was shaking as much as I was as she led my hand down. I had to get on my knees in front of her to reach the place where she was leading me. Her hand and mine stopped right above her vagina and I could clearly see how wet she was now. I could also smell her passion and my body shook with fear and anticipation. Nicole looked right into my eyes and her voice was shaking. "I really need you to teach me Mrs Johnson. Please show me how to do this." Acting as though I was on autopilot, I then started moving my hand. I took her hand and slowly placed it between her legs. I gently grasped her middle finger, pushing it to where it needed to go, I allowed it to fall between her incredibly damp folds. I reached down a bit and pushed her finger slightly and guided it up until it came to rest on her clitoris. Nicole bucked her hips wildly and almost screamed, "Oh my god Mrs Johnson!". I almost cringed at how loud she was. I was even more afraid now. I couldn't believe what I was doing. But I was committed now and the thing inside me that really wanted this was unleashed. I pressed my fingers against hers and encouraged her to start moving her fingers against her clit. I could feel her juices against the sides of my fingers as I started to really focus on teaching her. I got her hand moving into a pattern....slowly circling her clit....moving down and rubbing all around her hole....inserting a finger inside herself and bringing up more of her nectar to return again to her clit. She caught on to the pattern quickly and I was able to pull my hand back and let her minister to her aching loins on her own. I was still on my knees in front of her and had an amazing view of this young girl touching herself. Nicole now had her eyes closed and was really getting into it. Her whole body moved and swayed in rhythm with her fingers. She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. "Mrs Johnson, you are the...uhhhh...best teacher in the...mmmm....world." Then she stopped and sat up a bit. "Mrs Johnson, you always told us that one of the best ways to learn is by example. I want to see how you do it. Please?" In my heart I knew this was coming. I just nodded. I couldn't turn back now. Nicole stood up, placed her hands on my arms and stood me up as well. I was like a puppet on a string. Her hands reached down and unbuttoned the top of my shorts. She unzipped me very slowly as she looked straight into my eyes. Then she got down and tugged my shorts to the floor. As she was down, her eyes came level with my black silk panties. I realized had a huge wet spot in front. Nicole just looked at my panties for almost a minute. She didn't touch me, but she was obviously enamored with the idea of my wet panties. She then reached up and pulled them slowly down. Again she looked right between my legs and seemed to be in awe. She started moving her hand between my legs and I almost fainted. Nicole let her fingers brush throuh my full black curls. I was embarassed at how hairy I was, but she seemed to love it. She was petting me as though I were an animal. Maybe I was. Nicole then stood up and grabbed the bottom of my blouse. She pulled it up slowly and I raised my arms so that she could get it over my head. There I stood in only my black silk bra. My breasts are fairly large and my nipples were so hard. I looked down and saw that their outline could be seen clearly through my bra. Again, Nicole took her time examining me and stared at my bra encased breasts. Then she went around behind me and unclasped my bra. As she pulled it down off my shoulders and arms I had this incredible feeling of being free. My nipples had been aching to feel the air and to escape the confines of my clothing. They now had their freedom and stood out waiting for some kind of attention. Nicole returned to face me again. She was almost as tall as me. Nicole looked at my eyes and then looked down at my breasts. She then looked at her breasts with her nipples standing straight out, at same level as mine, almost as though they were aiming right at me. She stepped forward very slowly as she stared down at herself and very gently moved so that one of nipples came up and gently touched mine. I couldn't help myself and moaned, "Mmmm....Nicole". Our nipples danced together as we both moved our bodies to create friction between our hardened nubs. Our eyes met and we licked our lips as we continued our nipple play. I'm not sure what came over me but I leaned over a bit and allowed an amount of saliva to escape my mouth and fall down on the area where both of our breasts met. Nicole arched her head back as the wetness from my mouth co-mingled with our nipples and added to the heat. Nicole, true to her word about learning by example, repeated what I had done and opened her mouth over our breasts. Saliva slowly dribbled down from her lips to the top of her breast and then down to our nipples. We both continued to keep our hands at our sides and just stood there facing each other with only our breasts in contact. I know I was having a hard time controlling myself but I did and allowed myself to revel in the contact of my breast against this amazingly young nubile body. We eventually stopped and pulled away slightly from each other. Nicole took my hand and let me to the couch. I sat down but she continued to stand. "Mrs. Johnson, I want to watch you. Show me how you do it." At this point, I don't think she or anyone else could have stopped me. I had never felt more intense physical stimulation in my life than I was feeling at that moment. Nicole got down in her knees between my legs. She put her hands on my knees and opened my legs so that she could see everything. Then she just looked at me and waited. Not wanting to disappoint, I let my hands roam down my body. I used my left hand and started kneading my breast and pinching my nipples, while my right hand made its way slowly down my tummy to between my legs. When my fingers got there, I played with my hair and combed it with my fingers. I could feel the warmth of my pussy radiating out on to my fingers. I slid my hand down and let my fingers run along my lips and down right above my ass. I played with myself there a bit and then ran a finger all the way up, dipping lightly into my wetness and up to my clit. My finger was soaked by the time it reached there. Nicole was having a hard time controlling herself. She squirmed quite a bit as she watched me play with myself. It wasn't long after I started that she got up and sat down right next to me. Nicole draped one of her legs over mine and I almost came right there. She then proceeded to mimic my actions. Her one hand grabbing her breast and pinching her nipples as her other hand moved down to her lovely young blonde bush. I watched in awe as her finger slipped into its hiding spot only to emerge shortly after. She dragged her finger up and ran it across her very engorged clitoris. My how Nicole had learned fast. We both looked into each other's eyes as our frenzy grew. Our hips were grinding against our hands and our legs rubbed against each other as we pleasured ourselves. As we approached our climax, Nicole leaned over to me and put her face up close to mine, "Mrs. Johnson...mmmm....this is the best I've ever felt." She moved closer to me and kissed me gently. Although I knew I was crossing yet another line of sanity, I returned her kiss. Our mouths opened and our tongues caressed each other. We sat there together with our legs entwined, our warm wet mouths massaging each other and our hands and bodies working wonderful, passionate magic. In unison, we each cried out into the other's mouth. My body filled with fire as I felt wave after wave of intense orgasm crash over me. Our mouths were both still locked in passion and our tongues clashed wildly. Eventually our ecstasy subsided and Nicole's head came to rest on my shoulder. I started thinking about what had just happened and the implications of it all. I had just experienced one of the most fantasic moments of my life but I felt terrible inside. What was I going to do now? I knew I could never let this happen again. I started planning how I was going to get out of this mess and not destroy anyone's life in the process.