Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:38:55 -0500
From: kathyannekan@aol.com
Subject: Teacher's Pet

Hi again!  I got a lot of good response from my last story, Jane and
Nicole, so here's the next one.  I hope you all enjoy it!

The following story contains sexual scenes between an older woman and a
young girl.  If this offends you, please don't read it.  This is purely a
work of fiction.  All characters and situations are fictional.  All rights
reserved.  If you like it or have any pointers for me, feel free to email
me at kathyannkan@aol.com.  Enjoy!


Teacher's Pet
By Kathy Anne Neimann


	Jennifer Delray sipped at her coke and tried to convince herself
that she was not a sicko.  She was lonely, yes, and the girl had made the
first move.  Jen never even thought of herself as a pederast, but the more
she thought about the encounter with the girl the more it felt right.  The
girl was much younger than Jen's own 28 years, and she had a shy, kind of
embarrassed quality about her when she asked Jen to meet her at the mall.
	And nobody was promising that this girl really wanted to have sex
with Jen.  It was a feeling, and inkling at this point.  The conversation
they'd shared had been so...cryptic.  Jen remembered being that age and
playing coy around boys and, yes, girls as a defense mechanism.  Make
random off the cuff remarks and see how the other person reacts.
	And what the hell was the girl's name anyway?
	Jen sipped at her coke again, unconsciously kicking her foot in and
out, and replayed the encounter in her head.  Had she missed anything?

	She'd been at school, working late, grading papers.  On the whole,
Biology was not her chosen area of study, but when you're just out of
college and you've got loans breathing down your neck, you'll take anything
that comes your way.  In truth, she didn't even understand half of the
concepts she was teaching to her kids.
	She did understand sex education, though.  Some of the older
teachers shied away from it, but Jen found it the most interesting subject
she taught.  The basic building block of life.  Without sex, there is no
species.  Plus, it was kind of fun talking frankly about a subject that was
so powerfully taboo in society.  She'd never tell anyone in the world, but
question eight on her test had been "Name five female sexual organs," and
she'd chosen it specifically to see the way the kids wrote words like
"vagina" and "clitoris" and "vulva."  especially the girls.  Their
handwriting got smaller, and she could almost see their young faces
flushing with blood at writing the words.
	About six o'clock, she stood up to stretch her legs, maybe grab
herself a soda.  She strolled down to the teacher's lounge, saying a
perfunctory hi to the night janitor, Eldred Marsh, as he slowly pushed the
waxing machine around the linoleum.  In the teacher's lounge, she chose a
coke and headed back to her office, but she stopped when she heard a
frightened scream come from the gymnasium.  She hurried toward the gym and
peeked through the doors.  The Junior Varsity girls volleyball team was
huddled around at center court underneath the net, with frightened looks on
their faces.  One of the girls turned and took off in a sprint for
Mrs. Keller's office.  Jen, worried and intrigued at the same time, entered
the gym and walked toward the huddle of girls.  When she arrived, she put
her hand on the shoulder of Kaitlin Dunning, a student in her third period
class.
	"What happened?" she asked.
	Kaitlin looked on the verge of panic.  "Dot fell bad on her ankle."
	"Let me look."  Jen pushed her way through the crowd where a girl,
obviously this Dot, lay on her back, grabbing her ankle, face betraying
incredible pain.
	Jen crouched down, not an easy proposition in her tight skirt, but
hey, this was an emergency, and if one of the girls got a flash of white
Hanes Her Ways, it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before.  She put her
hand on the girl's forehead.  "Dot?" she asked, "are you okay?"
	Dot had a hard time speaking.  "My ankle," she pushed out, fighting
sobs, tears streaking her face.  Jen looked down at the ankle and had to
fight a wave of nausea.  The girl's foot was canted at a strange angle from
the rest of her leg.  She looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of
Mrs. Keller.  She grabbed one of the girls by her jersey, and told her to
run and find Eldred Marsh, and have him call somebody.  The girl took off
at a sprint and even in the height of the tense situation, she couldn't
help but admire the way the girl's butt moved in her uniform briefs when
she ran.  Jen made a silent pledge to herself to attend more JV volleyball
games.
	Another of the girls, Cassie Denton, from her fourth period AP
Biology class spoke up.  "She went up to lay a set to Kara and landed too
hard.  Everyone heard the pop."
	Jen frowned.  Hot and bothered as she was, this was a serious
situation.  Dot was in incredible pain, and if this went on any longer, she
might have serious ligament damage or something.
	She looked up again in the direction she'd sent the girl running
in, and didn't see anything.  Where the hell was Mrs. Keller?
	Something had to be done, and the girls around her were too
frightened to help.  Jen gingerly grabbed Dot's foot.  The girl screamed in
pain when Jen placed even the lightest touch on the injury.  The thought
came to her that the ankle was only dislocated.  The lack of blood, the way
it was hanging at a strange angle, all pointed to a dislocation.  Jen was
no medical scientist, but she did teach Junior High school biology and had
at least a familiarity with anatomy.  She knew how joints became
dislocated, and in theory how to get them back into their proper places.
	"Dot," she said with more authority than she really felt, "your
ankle is dislocated.  I'm going to try to pop it back in.  It's going to
hurt quite a lot."  She looked up at the frightened but fascinated girls.
"Somebody give her something to bite down on."
	The girls looked at each other stunned with paralysis.  None of
them had anything that their injured teammate could bite down on.  Jen
could see their minds trying to work out a solution, but none was
forthcoming for what felt like a very long time.
	Finally, one of the girls grunted in frustration and ripped her
jersey off, exposing her black sports bra.  Jen felt a rush of excitement
as the girl handed her jersey to Jen and said, "Wad it up and stick it in
her mouth."  Jen was only momentarily captivated by the sight of the girl
in her black bra and red uniform briefs.  She knew this image would end up
in her mind when she lay in bed that night, softly exploring herself with
her fingers.
	"Good thinking," Jen said when she regained some of her composure.
She handed the jersey to one of the girls who set about twisting it tight
and sticking it in Dot's mouth.  Dot herself was terrified and looked like
she was on the verge of hyperventilating.  If the thing was going to be
done, it was now or never.
	Jen grabbed Dot's foot with one hand and her calf with the other.
"Ready?" she asked.  Dot shook her head no, but Jen knew she could not
delay.  "One, two..."  She felt tension ripple through the crowd of girls.
Some of them were holding on to one another for strength.  "Three!"
	She twisted and pushed at the same time and felt the ankle slide
back into it's socket with a satisfying pop.  Dot screamed and bit into the
jersey, but only for a very short time.  Before long, she was trying to
move the foot, testing the stability of her ankle.
	She spat the jersey out of her mouth.  "That wasn't so bad," she
said.
	The girls started chattering excitedly.  More than a few of them
hugged Jen as she comforted Dot.
	Mrs. Keller came in at that point, followed by Eldred Marsh, both
moving at a concerned jog.  Mrs. Keller kneeled down in front of Dot and
asked the girl if she was all right.  Apologizing for taking so long in
getting to her.  She'd been out back enjoying a cigarette while the team
worked on scrimmage.
	Mrs. Keller called practice off and told the girls to hit the
showers.  Jen stood up awkwardly, watching as Dot limped to the locker room
under the support of some of her teammates.  The team dispersed in awed
silence.  The only one who remained was the girl who'd sacrificed her
jersey for Dot.  The girl picked up the jersey and untwisted it, laughing
when she saw the holes bitten into it.
	"That was quick thinking," Jen said to her.
	"Well, no one else seemed to have any ideas."
	She put the jersey on.  A series of holes ran from her left
shoulder to her opposite waist.  She put her finger into one of the holes.
	"I'm sure we can get you a new jersey," Jen said.
	"I don't know if I want one.  It's got a hell of a story behind it.
God knows it hasn't won us many volleyball games.  Maybe that'll all change
now."
	"You can see your bra."  Jen stuck her own finger into one of the
holes on the girl's jersey and slipped it under the shoulders strap of her
sports bra.
	"That's okay.  Everyone here has seen my bra.  They've seen more
than that, I think."
	Jen flushed again imagining this girl showering off with her
teammates.  Hair soaked, soap running down her smooth back into the crack
of her ass, water dripping off her erect nipples.
	The girl must have noticed Jen's pause.  She smiled knowingly at
her.  "Hey, I haven't had dinner yet.  You want to grab something to eat?"
	Jen's first instinct was to say no and thank the girl, but she
didn't see how meeting this girl for dinner could be construed as
inappropriate, even given Jen's randiness.
	"Sure."
	"Want to meet me at the mall in about half an hour?"
	"Okay.  Where?"
	"Food court."
	"All right."
	The girl smiled mischievously.  "Maybe you can show me your bra."
She laughed and turned toward the locker room, pulling a wedgie out of her
butt as she went.
	Jen remembered standing there for a very long time before heading
back to her office to lock up and get to the mall.

	So here she was.
	Jen felt a little better now that she remembered the girl hadn't
even told her her name.
	The girl was delicious, and Jen smiled as she remembered the girl's
flat stomach, tanned legs, small little teenage breasts.  Her green eyes
hiding under a heavy cake of mascara, her brownish red hair which the girl
had put up into pony tails for practice.  The flirty way she'd pulled out
her wedgie from her well rounded butt as she headed to the locker room.
	Jen checked her watch, six forty five.  She was beginning to think
that the anticipation was going to tear her apart.
	Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder.  "Miss Delray?"
	She turned around.  There she was.  She'd changed into a tight
white sweater and a blue miniskirt.  Blue tennis shoes and matching socks
on her feet.  Jen could make out the outline of a white bra underneath the
sweater.  She tried like hell not to stare, but it was difficult.
	The girl sat down across from her and put down her tray.  She'd
chosen McDonald's for dinner, a Big Mac value meal with what looked like a
Sprite.
	"Not eating?" the girl asked as she dug into her Big Mac.  No, Jen
had only ordered a coke.
	"I'm not very hungry.  Had a big lunch."  Truthfully, Jen was far
too nervous to think about eating anything right now.
	"Oh, I'm so hungry," the girl stated in between another mouthful of
food.
	"So, I never got your name," Jen said.
	The girl swallowed her enormous mouthful and sipped at her Sprite.
"Ashley.  Dearborn."
	Jen smiled.  "I'm Jen.  I like your name."
	"So did you, like, take a first aid class or something?"
	"What do you mean?  Oh, the ankle."  Jen adjusted her hair, which
had fallen in front of her eye.  "No, I just guessed Dot's ankle was
dislocated.  I didn't even know how to put it back in."
	"Wow."  Ashley seemed impressed.  She even stopped devouring her
meal for a few seconds.  "That's so cool."
	"Yeah, I hope I don't get in any trouble for it."
	"You helped her out.  Why would you get in trouble?"
	"Only a teacher who is first aid rated is allowed to help an
injured student."
	"That doesn't make much sense."
	"It does to parents who are looking for any reason to sue a
government establishment."
	"Oh," Ashley said.  "It was cool what you did anyway."
	"Thank you."
	An awkward silence followed.  Jen stared around the food court and
took small sips from her drink as Ashley finished her meal.
	"So tell me about yourself," Ashley said.
	Jen paused.  "Ashley," she said, choosing her words carefully, "we
should get something out of the way right off the bat.  You are a student,
I am your teacher.  We can't do anything...inappropriate."
	"I don't have you for any classes."
	"Yes, but it's still a bad scene.  If I could get in trouble for
fixing Dot's ankle, I can go to jail for doing something inappropriate with
you."
	"Who says we're going to do anything inappropriate?"
	"Well, you asked me to have dinner with you, you made that comment
about wanting to see my bra."
	"I only said that because you were so excited to see mine."
	"And I was excited.  You're a beautiful young girl, Ashley, but we
can't start something we can't finish."
	"What if I promise not to tell anyone.  Make this our little
secret?"
	"That makes it even creepier." Jen took another drink of her soda.
	Ashley put down her own soda and looked at Jen.  "Look," she said,
"I didn't ask you to dinner with the intention of having sex with you.  I
liked how you handled Dot's situation this afternoon and I just want to get
to know you a little bit.  If we end up having sex somewhere along the way,
that's cool.  I promise if it gets to that point, I'll be as discreet as
possible, but I just want to be your friend right now."
	There was a long pause before Ashley spoke again.  "I saw the way
you looked at me when I took off my shirt tonight, and I liked it.  I like
people looking at me like that.  It makes me feel good."
	Jen smiled without looking Ashley in the eye.  "And I've noticed
you, too.  I like those khaki caprice you wear with that pink silk tank
top.  I bet you drive the boys in your classes crazy."
	"I don't know anything about that."  Jen breathed deep, organizing
her thoughts.  "Ashley, I'm going to tell you something I haven't even
really admitted to myself, so this information goes no further than this
table, okay?"
	"Okay."
	"I'm serious.  We're stepping into a whole new world here.  This is
strictly off limits to everyone in the world but you and me."
	"I promised before, I'll stand by it."
	"I mean, you can't get drunk and tell your friends at slumber
parties or anything."
	"Jen, I promise."
	Jen flushed again as the girl used her first name.  The look in her
eyes convinced her of her seriousness.
	"I," Jen started, "have always been interested in younger girls.
Boys too, but that's kind of beside the point right now.  I've never acted
on my interest because of my position at the school.  I don't want to go to
jail, and I don't want to hurt anyone.  I would love to have a relationship
with someone like you just to have the experience.  You're a very beautiful
girl and I'm very attracted to you.  I think the feeling of running my hand
down the small of your back would make me the happiest woman on earth, but
I don't know if it's a feeling I'm willing to sacrifice my entire future
for."
	Ashley grabbed Jen's hand.  "I don't want you to do anything you
don't want to do.  Let's just take this thing as it comes, not make any big
promises or anything.  I promise you with all my heart," here she put her
hand on her breast, "that I will be totally discreet.  I won't tell anyone
you don't want to know about us."
	"Yeah, but what if we break up and we're mad at each other.  I
could see you being really angry with me and running to tell Principal
McKaslin that I molested you."
	Ashley smiled a pained smile.  "You don't know me very well, so you
don't know that I'm not like that.  I would never ever do that.  That's
petty and stupid."
	"I'm sorry."
	"It's okay."
	Jen looked at Ashley's eyes.  "We have to go slow to get this
right."
	"I agree."
	"Okay.  Let me tell you about myself."

	Jen told Ashley how she'd grown up right here, even attended the
very same Junior High that Ashley was currently attending.  She'd graduated
from high school in `94, and had headed off to college out of town to study
English.  When it became apparent to her that she would never make it as a
writer of any kind, she changed her focus toward education.  She'd always
been good with kids, and she always thought of herself as a natural leader.
So she earned her teaching certificate and set about finding a job.  This
was her second year at Ashley`s school, but her third as a professionally
employed teacher, she'd spent a year at another junior high on the other
side of town teaching Home Ec because the regular teacher had taken an
extended hiatus.  Her job was very important to her.  No one else in her
graduating class that she'd kept in touch with had a job yet.
	Ashley said that she'd been born in Mizzoula, Montana and had moved
here when she was three, along with her mother, and two younger twin
sisters, Margaret and Deanna.  Ashley's father had been in the military,
and had died of friendly fire in the Gulf War when Ashley was just two.
She had dreams of becoming a doctor, but her mother knew that she'd never
have the money to pay for medical school, so she pushed Ashley to excel at
a sport on the chance that she might be offered a scholarship.  Ashley
figured she was a fair volleyball player, but she wasn't really passionate
about it.
	By the time they were done catching each other up on their lives,
their drinks were drained and food all eaten.  They decided to stand up and
stretch their legs.  They strolled slowly around the mall, taking their
time.  They stopped by clothing stores and tried on outfits, they spent
some time petting the kittens at the pet store, they pored over the
selection of CDs at the music store, each telling the other what her
favorite albums were.  Jen was not surprised that Ashley had never even
heard of some of her favorite musicians, nor was she too upset to learn
that she'd never heard of some of Ashley's.
	When they made it back to the food court it was nine o'clock and
the stores were starting to close for the night.
	"Guess we better get out of here," Jen said.
	"Yeah.  Looks like it's about that time."
	"Do you have a ride home?"
	"I was going to take the bus," Ashley countered.
	"Nonsense," Jen protested.  "I'll take you home."
	Ashley smiled sideways at her older companion.  She adopted a
southern belle accent and fanned her face with her hand.  "Why Ms. Delray,"
she said, "I hardly know you."
	Jen laughed and hit Ashley playfully on the shoulder.  "Come on,"
she said, "let's go."
	The ride home was uneventful.  Ashley lived a bare five minutes
from the mall in a three story tall apartment complex.  Ashley guided Jen
as close as she dared to her apartment and Jen put the car in park, turning
to the girl.  They sat looking at each other for a long time before Jen
offered her hand to the girl.  "I had a good time tonight, Ashley,"
	"Me too."  The girl shifted her footing.  "Is it okay if I kiss
you?"
	Jen looked around the parking lot.  No one was around.  "Okay."
	Ashley leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jen's cheek, then
rested back against her seat.
	"That was nice," Jen said.
	Ashley nodded in agreement.  They sat smiling at each other for a
long time before Ashley opened her car door.  "I gotta go."
	"See you later," Jen said.
	She watched as Ashley ran across the parking lot and mounted the
steps to her apartment.  She watched the girl's ass move in her skirt, and
she prayed that she might catch a glimpse of whatever Ashley had on
underneath the skirt.  When the girl disappeared from her view, she started
the car and headed out of the parking lot. Smiling like a schoolgirl, Jen
floated back to her house, unconsciously rubbing her cheek where Ashley had
placed the kiss.  If nothing else, she decided, this was going to be an
adventure.  Once she got home, she pulled out her copy of the school's
previous years yearbook and found a picture of Ashley as a seventh grader.
She traced her finger over the girl's jaw line, over her hair, which had
been permed and longer back then.  Eventually, she closed the book and
leaned back in bed, where she masturbated herself to a warm sleep.

	The next day, by sixth period, Jen could hardly concentrate on her
lesson.  The only thing that kept her from making her students read
silently out of their textbooks was the vow that she'd made to herself back
when she'd been a student that if she ever became a teacher she would never
do that very thing.
	She was dying to see Ashley again.  To kiss her again.  To run her
hands through the girl's hair.  The need was driving her crazy.
	But how to meet Ashley without anyone knowing it?
	After fourth period, and again after fifth, Jen had scanned the
hallway for Ashley and had even considered heading down to the office to
catch a glimpse of her class schedule but had decided against it, just to
be safe.
	After sixth period, Jen saw her chance.  Walking as casually as she
was able through the crowded hallway, she spied a glimpse of Ashley's
auburn hair as she ducked into the girls' bathroom.  Jen made as
inconspicuous a beeline as she could for the room, pulling her pen out of
her piled hair and tearing a flyer off a close-by bulletin board.
	She slipped into the room after checking up and down the hallway
for Ms. Keene.  Jen's knees began shaking in anticipation.  Ashley was in
the very room with her, but she couldn't do anything.  There might be
someone else in the room.
	She crouched down and checked the stalls.  Three pairs of feet were
visible.  One of them was Ashley's, but which ones?  Jen hadn't seen
Ashley`s shoes from her brief glimpse of her in the hallway.  She would
just have to wait for Ashley to emerge.  In the meantime, she would write
her note, and if anyone came out, she'd pretend she was checking her
makeup.

		A.
		Must see you again.
		Tonight?  After practice?
		J.

	A toilet flushed just as Jen finished the note.  She turned to the
mirror and poked her little finger at her eyelash, keeping an eye on which
door would open and who would step out.
	The middle door opened and out stepped Ashley.  The girl's face
betrayed some surprise to see Jen standing in front of her, and she looked
like she was on the verge of saying something, but Jen shushed her with a
gesture.
	Ashley walked over to Jen, and Jen handed her the note.  After she
read the note, Ashley turned the water on in the sink and pretended to be
washing her hands.  In reality, though, she leaned up and whispered in
Jen's ear.
	"After practice."
	The two smiled at each other for a second and Jen moved a stray
strand of hair out of Ashley's face.  Their gaze was broken and Jen turned
to leave, but Ashley pulled her back, and reached a hand into her t-shirt,
pulling out one of her bra straps to show Jen.
	Jen stifled a laugh and quickly unbuttoned one of the buttons on
her blouse, pulling the material aside and exposing her right breast,
covered only by her white satin bra.  She beamed harder when she saw the
look on Ashley's face.  The girl's jaw was hanging open and her eyes were
wide.  Jen buttoned her blouse back up and left the room.  She walked all
the way back to her own room trying mostly successfully to hide her glowing
smile.

	They met downtown after Ashley's practice.  Jen wore a knee-length
purple skirt with a white cotton button down blouse.  Ashley had changed
into jean shorts--SHORT jean shorts to Jen's pleasure--and a tight powder
blue t-shirt.  Jen bought them each an ice cream cone and they licked idly
at the treats while they waited for a conversation to begin.
	"What are you thinking about?"  Ashley's question startled Jen out
of her reverie.
	For her part, Jen did an admirable job of covering up her
embarrassment.  "Just thinking about all this."
	"All what?"
	"You and me."
	"And what are you thinking about you and me?"
	Jen reached over and squeezed Ashley's near elbow.  "That I really
like it."
	Ashley's smile was enough to melt Jen's heart.  "I like it too."
	"We make a good team."
	"We sure do."
	They walked alone in silence for a while, savoring the moment.
Ashley broke the moment after a few seconds.  "You`re the first woman I`ve
ever been interested in in more ways than the sexual one," she said.  "It's
not easy for a teenage lesbian to meet other ones."
	Again, silence reigned.  This time it was Jen who broke it.  "Do
you consider yourself a lesbian?"
	"Only in that I know I never want a man between my legs."
	"It's not so bad."
	Ashley shivered.  "The thought repulses me."
	Jen smiled.  "You're young yet.  You might change your mind."
	"What about you?"  Ashley asked.  "Are you a lesbian?"
	"I don't know if I'm a lesbian or not.  I'm certainly not going to
cut my hair and start riding a Harley around.  I like men, I've had sex and
relationships with men, but I'm at a point in my life where I really want
to be around women."
	"Really young women."  Ashley laughed, and Jen gave her a bump with
her hips.
	"No, you were just a happy accident."
	Again silence.  Jen let the girl walk ahead a couple of steps and
watched her nubile ass working inside her shorts.
	Ashley spoke.  "Have you ever been with another woman?"
	"A few," Jen said.
	"Who was your first?"
	Jen thought back and dredged up a memory from her college days.  "I
was in college and my freshman roommate was really wild.  She'd come in at
all hours of the night.  Bring boys home and do them while I tried to sleep
in the same room.  She was high half the time I knew her.  One time she
came home from a party and she was either really drunk or really high.
Maybe both.  She woke me up and said she wanted to make out with me.
Before I could refuse, she was on top of me, kissing my mouth, mashing my
breasts down."
	"What did you do?"
	"Well, before long, I just gave in.  It was right around the time
when she slid her hand in my panties and started fingering me."
	"That's so hot."
	"It was pretty hot.  I came very hard that night.  The best part
was that by the time she woke up the next morning she didn't remember a
thing.  She had a vague feeling that I'd pushed myself on her, but she
couldn't remember it all the way."
	Ashley laughed.  "I've never been that drunk."
	Jen laughed with her.  When the laughter died, she steeled herself,
pressed her eyes together and asked, "Have you ever been with any other
women?"
	"A couple," Ashley said.  "Mostly friends at slumber parties.
Every now and then me and Kelsey Feldling make out in the locker room after
practice when everyone else is gone."
	"Kelsey Feldling?"  Jen pictured the girl from her third period
Biology class.  Cute, but kind of white trash.  Always wore ratty looking
Metallica shirts, probably hand-me-downs from an older brother.  Kelsey
perpetually looked like she needed a haircut.  Jen got a little rush
picturing the girls sitting down, leaning against the lockers, masturbating
each other, breathing as quietly as they could while Mrs. Keller waited
oblivious in her office.  Jen had always pictured Kelsey as a rocket.
	"Nothing serious, though," Ashley said.  "You're probably the first
woman I've wanted to get serious with."
	Jen smiled.  "That means a lot to me."  She wanted to grab the girl
right there in the middle of the street and kiss her.  Explore the entire
inside of the girl's mouth with her tongue.  She was disappointed and
relieved at her discretion when it finally took over.
	Ashley seemed to sense Jen's thoughts and she stood quietly staring
into Jen's eyes.  When their gaze finally broke, Ashley grabbed Jen's hand.
"Will you take me back to your house?" the girl asked.
	Jen turned to look at her.  Their eyes met for a long period of
time.  The world seemed to stop moving as they stared at each other.
Sounds diminished, sights and smells fell away.  It was just the two of
them locking eyes.  By way of response, Jen nodded her head slowly.
	Ashley smiled demurely, but her eyes betrayed the excitement she
felt.  The girl was barely holding herself in.
	Jen grabbed Ashley's hand, no longer afraid of the public display
of affection, and led her to her car.

	They made it to Jen's house, but they were barely able to keep
their hands off each other.  Jen spent the whole trip with her hand on
Ashley`s naked knee, idly brushing her fingers up and down the lower half
of the girl's thigh.  Ashley kept her hands over Jen's but moved them along
with it.  Every now and then, they'd catch sight of each other through the
corners of their eyes.  They'd smile and lick their lips at each other.  At
one point, Ashley couldn't contain herself and leaned over to give Jen
another peck on the cheek.  This time, though, she brushed her hands across
Jen's breasts as she moved to sit back in the seat.
	"If you keep doing that," Jen said, "We're not going to make it
back to my house."
	Once inside, Jen went to her stereo and put some Jazz CDs on her
three disc changer.  She went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of white
wine and poured two glasses of it.  The thought passed through her head
that she could be arrested for giving alcohol to a minor, but this was
outweighed by the fact that she would most certainly go to jail for what
she was about to do with this particular minor.
	In the living room, Ashley was inspecting the decorations in Jen's
living room.  She accepted the glass of wine and they clinked their glasses
together, drinking the sweet liquid without taking their eyes off each
other.
	They drank through the first glass without saying a word.  When
they were done, Jen took her glass and set it on her coffee table.  She
moved back to Ashley and put her arms around her, holding her close.  They
stood like this for some time, listening to the music, feeling the wine
course through their veins.  "Well, here we are," Ashley said, finally.
	"Here we are," Jen repeated.
	Ashley looked up at Jen expectantly.  "Will you kiss me?"
	"God yes," Jen said.  They reached for each other's faces at the
same time, and pulled each other close.  Jen had to stoop down and Ashley
had to get up on her tip-toes to meet her.  Their lips met and it seemed
like time stopped.  There was an electric zing between them, something that
art or poetry has never been able to describe.  The sound of breathing
through their noses, the smacking of lips, the clicking of tongues.
	Jen grabbed Ashley's hand and placed it on her left breast.  The
girl lightly squeezed and massaged it while they kissed.
	They shuffled over to the couch and sat down without breaking their
lip lock.  Jen lay down on her back and Ashley could only lay herself on
top, not wanting to break the kiss, not wanting this moment to ever end.
	Jen's hands played lightly over Ashley's back as Ashley's hand kept
massaging Jen's breast.  Jen felt the outline of the girl's bra, traced her
fingers over the ridges, danced them around the clasps on the back.
	Eventually, Ashley broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Jen`s
midsection.  Without saying a word, she reached down and pulled her shirt
up above her head, revealing her bra.  A cute little white cotton number.
Jen couldn't resist putting her hands on Ashley's sides, rubbing her thumbs
over the girl's small breasts.  Ashley breathed in enjoyment, reached up
and gave a luxuriant stretch, as Jen worked over her bra.
	Ashley then brought her arms down and started unbuttoning Jen's
blouse, she was all the way to the bottom before she opened it up and
revealed Jen's bra.  This was white also, but satiny on the bottom of the
cups and lacy on the top.  She ran her fingers lightly over the material,
supporting her body weight on her right arm.  Before long, Jen's nipples
began to harden and poke themselves through the material.  Ashley found one
and squeezed it, bringing Jen's temperature up sharply.
	She pulled her young lover down to her again and they kissed
harder, more passionately.  As they kissed, Jen's hands again traced up and
down Ashley's spine, stopping at the bra clasp and the waist band of her
jean shorts.
	"Do you want to take my bra off?" Ashley asked.
	Jen nodded and moved her hands up to undo the fasteners.  The
elastic relaxed and Ashley's bra fell down her arms and landed on Jen's
abdomen.
	Taken completely away by lust now, Jen sat herself up and brought
her mouth to Ashley's chest, the tiny breasts with their erect nipples.  As
she worked and Ashley breathed, the girl slid Jen's blouse off and undid
her bra.  Jen shrugged out of it, and Ashley brought it up to her face,
breathing in Jen's scent, loving the feeling of the soft fabric on her
face.  She pushed Jen back on her back and suckled at her breasts for a
while as Jen writhed and moaned underneath her.
	Breaking her fascination with Jen's breasts, Ashley moved down her
stomach to the waistband of her skirt.  Jen pulled up the skirt's hem and
revealed her panties to Ashley.  They were the same material as her bra,
white satin accented with white lace.  Ashley kissed at them for a long
time, rubbing a finger up and down the sacred place between Jen's legs.
	Now Jen sat up again, pushing her lover onto her back.  Locking
eyes, she playfully tugged at the buttons on the girl's shorts.  She kissed
the denim material between Ashley's legs, and ever so slowly undid the
buttons.  She revealed the fabric of Ashley's purple cotton Hanes Her Ways
and kissed them liberally.  Slowly, very slowly, she pulled Ashley's shorts
off and threw them to the floor, as she tried awkwardly to remove her
skirt.  Once that was done, she maneuvered Ashley on to her side and faced
her.  They kissed again, and their hands drifted down to their wet panties.
	Jen slid her fingers inside first, and touched Ashley's soft mound.
It was hairless, she could feel, and dripping wet.  She sighed as Ashley's
hand found its own way into Jen's panties, and started massaging her own
aching area.
	Fingers slid into vaginas, one at first, more later.  They
eventually had to break their kiss in order to breathe.  They worked at
each other for a long time as they panted and sweated, bringing each other
to simultaneous, knee-shaking orgasms.
	They held each other for a long time, feeling the shudders of the
orgasms rippling through their bodies.  At one point, Ashley brought her
hand up and stuck a couple of her fingers in Jen's mouth.  Jen sucked at
them, tasting herself.  She reciprocated and watched with delight as Ashley
sucked at her fingers, eyes closed, strands of auburn hair hanging in her
face.
	"That was fun," Ashley said once she got her breath back.
	Jen could only laugh at that.  They laughed and held each other for
a long time.