Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2020 10:02:01 -0500 From: Jai Lee Subject: Curiosity And Chemistry Curiosity And Chemistry Written by Jai Lee copyright 2020 Lesbian Adult Youth Interracial Please don't forget to donate to Nifty to help support the site and keep the stories going. Email your feedback to ghostwroteit78@gmail.com As I sat on top of her desk topless, exposing my toffee colored breasts and hardened nipples, my chemistry teacher Ms. Wallace had her face buried deep in between my legs as she ate my pussy like it was her last supper. For a few months now, we've had a very hot and steamy sexual affair. It was my second fling with another woman, the first being when I was fifteen and allowed a girl by the name of Shaquan to eat me out. Shaquan was a senior at the time and quite tomboyish which was a turn on for me. It only happened one time just because I was curious and it was no secret that she was really into girls, although she claimed otherwise. I called bullshit to her claim simply because she ate my pussy like a pro. Of course, once she graduated high school she did come out, to nobody's shock or surprise, because everyone already knew she was gay which included the many girls around the city with whom she had fucked or ate out, to include two girls in my circle of friends. Ms. Wallace however was an adult with loads of experience. I was a seventeen-year-old black girl and she was thirty-year-old white woman with a hurricane tongue ready to drill and thrill. Now maybe it was hormones or the thrill of getting caught or the thrill of seeing if she would fall for my teen aged charm, but whatever it was, it landed me on the receiving end of some great head and getting my titties sucked. Ms. Wallace was white, stood around 5ft 10, with a short brunette colored bob and deep blue eyes. She reminded me a little bit of Jody Foster with her somewhat deep raspy voice and her bob haircut. Ms. Wallace leaned more towards the stud side not only in dress but also in manner. She was a smoker, rode a Harley, and as I found out loved weed and Kentucky bourbon. She had a nice solid build due to yoga and working out, not to mention she played rugby and baseball in high school. She typically wore khakis or slacks, loafers, Polo's, button downs and blazers. She was very cool in demeanor and personality, and a very effective educator. She stayed up on the latest trends in music; an admirer of rap and grunge, but was an old school rock and roll fanatic (Kiss, Fleetwood Mac, Bonnie Raitt, Jimmy Hendrix, Sam Cooke). I remember the first time we made out. It was at her apartment on her living room floor. She rolled a couple joints, as Guns and Roses "Sweet Child O Mine" was playing softly in the back ground. I had never kissed a white girl let alone a white woman, and the thought thrilled yet repulsed me at the same time. As we sat on the floor of her living room leaning against her sofa, she leaned in and pulled me closer and then kissed me. It wasn't so bad actually.... actually, it was pretty hot. Her lips were soft and her tongue danced with mine as the kiss was nothing but pure passion and intensity. I soon felt her soft yet firm hands caress my breasts through my silk blouse. She didn't make any obscene moves or gestures as we sat and made out for about ten to fifteen minutes I would say. "Damn I've been wanting to do that." She replied as we both came up for air. I smiled a little shyly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and attraction, so I took a hit of the joint to calm my nerves. I can remember me sitting in front of the class and whenever I wore skirts, I would intentionally open my legs enough to where I knew Ms. Wallace could see the color of my panties. Something about her turned me on enough to where I would be in bed at night masturbating as I fantasized about her fucking me. I was a curious yet horny teenaged girl and porn magazines would get me off. I would sneak and flip through my dad's collection of nudie magazines. I would admire the naked bodies of the black women who came in many different shades and shapes. I marveled at their large round breasts, their flat stomachs, the curves in their hips that always seemed to tell some sexually deviant story, and of course their round asses, and the various pussies whether full on bush, neatly trimmed, or shaved. There would be times that I imagined sucking on their large breasts, licking my tongue around their areolas, then nibbling gently on their nipples. I often wondered if I stuck my fingers inside of their pussies how wet they would become? Just as wet as me or wetter? Even their neatly manicured feet were a turn on to me. Just as Ms. Wallace who would tell me to call her by her first name Kyle, would caress my hair, I imagined me caressing the hair of those beautiful naked black women featured in the various nudie magazines that catered to black people such as Black Tail, Black Booty, as well as the features of black models and celebs in the Playboy Magazines [Side note: I always wanted to be a Playboy Playmate, I would've fucked Hugh, he was cute for an old white guy]. When I would sneak and watch my dad's porn tapes, watching the black guys fucking the black women was a huge turn on, because I still loved dick, and I liked dick from older guys. But my attraction to women was still very prevalent. The funny thing is no one would guess I had a secret fetish for women. I was considered one of the pretty popular girls, I was a cheerleader, I was also junior prom queen, a girly girl who could still fight, but I enjoyed getting my hair done every three weeks, as well as getting manicures and pedicures. Usually girls like me are the biggest freaks because no one suspects us, especially if we know how to move in silence, and I did just that. The moment that I noticed Ms. Wallace/Kyle sneaking looks in between my legs, I knew it was just a matter of time. Sometimes I would sit in class and day dream of Ms. Wallace removing my white cotton panties and pressing her lips against the lips of my pussy. I would imagine feeling her wet tongue insert itself inside of me, licking my insides, all the while teasing my clit. I can remember my panties getting moist at the thought of my daydreams, so much so that I would go home and masturbate for thirty minutes to an hour. The turn on for me truly was the thrill of what if I could actually seduce my chemistry teacher? What if my fantasies would become a reality? Would my curiosity truly kill my kitty or simply satisfy? I was a novice when it came to sex, especially if you were to compare the numbers of my friend's sexual partners against mine. During my entire high school career, I only had 3 sexual partners, two of which were my boyfriends, and then the one time "thing" with Shaquan. I lost my virginity at the age of fourteen during my freshman year in high school to my boyfriend who was a junior at the time. We dated my entire freshmen and sophomore year, and broke up a month after he graduated from high school. Somewhere in my junior year I started dating a guy in my high school graduating class. We never had actual classes together which was good because it gave us room to breathe. We truly fucked like rabbits, but things soon cooled off around the second month of our senior year. The Shaquan thing happened after my breakup with my first boyfriend, I was still fifteen, (a month and a half before I reached sixteen to be technical). Once again, compared to the other girls in my circle of friends I was a novice when it came to sex. By the time we were twelve a couple of my friends had lost their virginity, one even took part in a gang bang/orgy, and all were mad hungry for dick, typically dick from guys in high school, but the flaccid untrained middle school dick would suffice just to pass the time until they came across high school boys, typically met at the mall. By eighth grade two of my friends that I knew of had made out with girls, (really each other) and had either given head, received head, or both. One friend had let her older sister's best friend eat her out, and told us that story with conviction, so much conviction that we wondered if she was really gay (ten years later she came out of the closet). At the time sex terrified me, I mean we were in middle school after all. It wasn't until I turned thirteen that I became curious about sex period. Sure, I had a few middle school boyfriends here and there, and we made out, I was fingered and had my then developing titties sucked and groped but that was my extent. While in middle school sex with girls was never a thing for me, matter of fact I even beat up a girl who touched my butt in P.E. during my seventh-grade year. So fast forward to my senior year in high school and things have truly changed. So, as I sit on top of Ms. Wallace/Kyle's desk, her sitting in her chair while my legs rest over her shoulders, as her hands grip my waist, pulling me in closer to her face. Her door is locked and the shade on her classroom door is pulled down. Being that her classroom was on the third floor of the four-story building and in the corner of the hallway she was able to leave open a window to allow air to flow when we were having sex, although she would pull the shades down and turn off the lights. Hooking up in her classroom only occurred a few times, as we obviously didn't want anyone to know. Mainly we would have sex at her place, which usually consisted of her eating me out, or eating my asshole, grinding our pussies together. The first time she used a strap on was very exciting. We had been making out heavily, both naked, she was on top of me with her finger inside of me finger fucking me as well as playing with my clit, bringing me to several climaxes. Our bodies still on fire, she asked if I'd be open to try it with a strap on. In my horny mind I said yes, thinking about the pictures of my dad's porn magazines with the lesbians and partly because I was craving more than just two fingers or a tongue. Once she strapped on the strap on and actually placed a condom over it and lubed it up really good, she then spread my legs and while on top of me. Slowly inserting the bulging plastic dick inside of me, she began moving back and forth while laying on top of me. Our bodies were pressed tightly against one another as we kissed. But soon a fire would erupt and passion soon took over and before long I was being fucked by my chemistry teacher. She took long deep strokes while pumping this plastic dick in and out of my pussy. I felt so turned on. My legs would soon be lifted up in the air and resting on her shoulders. From there I would stand on my knees as she fucked me from behind and taking pauses to eat my pussy from the back. I in turn would end up sitting on top of her as the plastic dick filled my insides as I rode her until we both came. As I rode her and before I came, I felt something come over me that felt as if I was possessed. I rode her like a champion as she gripped my hips and we both began to grind. Our moans filled her bedroom just as the scent of sex lingered in the air. Our bodies were covered in sweat before the final thrust caused us both to climax several times before our bodies ran out of steam and I collapsed on-top of her with the strap on still inside of me. I soon rolled off of her and lay next to her as we both were trying to catch our breaths as we stared at the ceiling. My body still on fire, covered in sweat. It was nothing like I ever felt at that time, and it felt so good. Kyle lay staring at the ceiling as if in a state of shock, while I laid in a state of contentment because I knew that my curiosity had been satisfied. For the past two months I had an ongoing affair with my chemistry teacher and it literally concluded with an explosive climax. After our explosive encounter things pretty much went back to normal. My curiosity had been fulfilled and as the year progressed it was as if nothing happened, truthfully, I liked it that way. My interest in women would pretty much wane after I graduated from high school. A decade later or so with the inception of social media I would reconnect with Kyle, but it was strictly platonic. Kyle ended up moving to Chicago and marrying an Asian woman and became step mother to her children, and I would eventually go on to meet and marry my husband and become a mother myself. Whenever we chatted our sexcapades never came up, but admittedly every now and then I would revisit those memories whenever I wanted a little kink while masturbating. It wouldn't be until Kyle moved back home and we met up for dinner one night that those old feelings began to resurface. End.