Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2020 06:20:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Screw Ya <thescreamingqueer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dyke gym Teacher

Hi, I'm Eleanor... I'm 17 and I live in Macon, Georgia. I have D cup
breasts, long black hair, and grey eyes. I'm a petite girl with an
hourglass figure... well, an hourglass figure with a few extra minutes, I
suppose. I wear these thick-ass glasses and am generally a quiet, shy
kind of person. I run a drug website called Chemical Market so that's
where my income comes from.
Now, I have a rather unlikely girlfriend. It's not the tomboy from
Thailand that keeps facebook stalking me or that one fuckboi lesbian from
math class who walks around in yeezys and saggy pants.
 I've got a bit more class, I suppose. Want to know why?
It's my really strict P.E teacher, Eva Schmidt. She's towers over most
people, is muscular as hell, with her abs baring through her tank tops,
and of course, the bulge in her jeans that I later found out was a
strapon... She had her blonde hair in a fade, as if she wanted to signal
her gayness to the world. Her jawline was sharper than a billion knives
and her green eyes practically saw past your soul, but you couldn't help
but fall for them after she's touched you in any way that didn't involve
exercise. Sometimes her voice got softer, but it retained the firmness
that her military past gave her. She had pale skin that practically
glowed.
You don't want to fuck with her, basically... Well, in a purely
figurative sense. She definitely fucked with me. She's 28 and used to be
a drill sergeant in the German military. ANYONE would be able to tell by
simply hearing her voice. She spoke with a lot of authority. Her voice
sounded super harsh. She ruled the class with an iron fist and was not a
force to be reckoned with. Her accent is scary as hell, but I found her
sexy because of it. I wanted to hear it all the time. And god, her hands
looked nice. Really strong. I've daydreamed about her protecting me from
my fat whore of an ex girlfriend. I didn't let my ex Kendall fuck me
because I didn't like her way of approaching me. She put ZERO work into
her pursuit of me in any way. Her breath smelled like one of Trump's
farts and she was overly possessive. She'd always assume I was fucking
with my best friend Carter even though I've been an out lesbian since
sophomore year, and frankly, she was near impossible to get rid of until
Carter got worried enough for me to tell her to fuck off.
So..
Like, it all started when midterms finished and I was fucking happy for
it to be over. What sucks about it, though, is that I wouldn't be at
school to see Eva again. I was walking around town looking for a gas
station to see if I can lift some red wine. However, I found out I was
wrong to assume that I wouldn't see her during the break.
I went in and saw my friend Carter working as a cashier.
"Oh, hey Lennie."
"Hi Carter!"
We high fived and I began my bee line to the alcohol section.
I received a text from him on my phone. "We've got some sangria if you
want some of that."
I replied and thanked him for being discreet.
I walked out with a bag of chips I actually bought and a small bottle of
wine in my purse. Carter's always had my back for this sort of thing, so
he'd often update me on what kind of shit was in the gas station. I
decided to find a discreet place to enjoy myself and maybe have a joint
or two, and I ended up in an abandoned building that I "claimed" with
Carter back in grade 8. No one's torn it down yet, so he and I have been
hanging out in there, having a joint or two for a few years now. It's an
old house in a middle class neighborhood that no one wanted to buy, so I
just put a few decorations on there and made it look like someone already
bought it. Who knows if anyone else has been in there. It's furnished, at
least.
I went in, lit a candle (since no one pays the electricity bills, as far
as I knew), and sat on the couch. I poured myself a glass of wine and put
some music on my phone. I took a few sips and just made myself at home,
just like Carter and I have been doing for years now. It was a ritual to
us, and when he's off work, we always make plans for "the house."
30 minutes and 2 glasses of wine later, I was about to take a nap. My
body felt light and warm and I felt hella spacey because I smoked some
indica.  I felt myself drifting off to sleep and then heard some loud
footsteps. They didn't sound like Carter's. I wanted to get off the couch
and see who it was, but I was scared as hell, so I just froze. My heart
was beating and I was starting to get dizzy. Someone's flashlight turned
on. It eventually shone on my face.
"Eleanor?"
This voice sounded familiar.
"Love..." she used the light on her face. It was Ms. Schmidt. I was
relieved to see her (instead of some weirdo) but also scared. I was high
as hell and I thought she was going to go off on me for it. Her voice was
a bit softer.
"Schmidt?" I choked out.
I felt her hand grab mine and she pulled me up.
"Eleanor. It's me. Are you okay?" She asked me.
My voice was slurred since I was both drunk and high. I tried to act
sober though.
"Mhmmm, I'm fine." I replied.
"You're high," she said, in a matter of fact tone.
"No, just tired." I replied, trying not to sound nervous.
She laughed a little. What she said this time surprised me, though.
"Don't pull that lie on me, I've seen you like this."
She let go of my hand, played with some generator type of thing on her
wall, and turned the lights on. She was sweaty, wearing a pair of gym
shorts, a muscle shirt, and some nikes.
"Oh shit," I muttered to myself. "I had no idea. I'm sorry."
"You've always been welcome here.. I have a Camera system in place, but
it's not like anyone wants to mess with me," she said in the same matter
of fact like tone. "Who's the young man, though?"
"He's my friend, Carter." No point in lying to her anymore.
"Ah, I thought he was your boyfriend," she said as she chuckled a bit.
"Nah," I said. Fuck. The wine was hitting harder. "I actually don't like
boys."
"Ah, explains a lot," she replied. "I mean, I knew before, you smoke
weed, and are just friends with Carter."
"Wait, hold up," I paused for a bit. "The weed. How did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, I've seen those eyeballs of yours expanded. I don't do
anything," she said as she shrugged. "Have a seat."
She smiled, and fuck, it was brilliant. Like, I'd see her lips curve in
P.E sometimes when I've managed to do a pull-up while high (or checking
me out, I hoped), but hell, she's NEVER actually shown her teeth.
I was worried. Was she about to tell anyone? Call anyone?
"I'm not about to tell anyone about this. I'm not a monster. Let me have
a cup of wine, will you?"
"go ahead," I choked out. Holy shit. My hot coach was sharing a glass of
wine with me. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Damn," she said with a sigh. "I'm tired."
Holy. Fuck. She. Actually. Cussed.
"Me too," I replied. "Midterms have really messed with me."
"You have any weed? I'll pay you back." She said.
Holy. fuck. she. smokes.
"No, it's fine. I've got a blunt in my purse," I replied, feeling more
comfortable. "Just look in the small pocket in the back, it's in a little
bag."
I just remembered something. My fucking vibrator was in there. Ooof.
"Ah, smart," she said, pulling out the bag. I put my blunt in there with
some coffee grinds so the drug dogs wouldn't sniff it out. "I used that
method."
I laughed a little.
"I had no idea.. damn, Schmidt, you're bad."
She looked me dead in the eye and told me "call me Eva, love, and don't
tell anyone about this shit, okay?"
"Okay," I replied. I began to blush and I hated it. She'd notice and shit
would hit the fan.
An hour went by and we both got kinda drunk.
"So," her voice was slurred. Her accent was heavier, which was honestly
making me super wet. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Dude, I WISH," I replied, making a gesture with my hands that conveyed
utter hopelessness.
She howled with laughter and then intertwined her fingers with mine. I
was shocked.
"My Lenny," she whispered. "You're fucking killing me."
"Huh?" I couldn't believe my ears. This shit wasn't happening. She said
"My Lenny"." I didn't know if she was just trying to be friendly or
show some sort of romantic attraction.
"I don't see the girls going after you," She said. "Fucking stupid."
"Well, no SHIT," I replied. "I'm a fucking mess."
"Probably because they've seen me looking at you first."
My heart dropped. I felt shaky as Eva put an arm around me. It was
strong. I felt one of her biceps against the back of my neck
"No one's told me that... See, I'm short, I'm quiet, I'm awkwa-"
"ELEANOR," She interrupted me. "I love you."
The world froze for a minute. This moment is something I've been dreaming
of since freshman year- The day she'd tell me she loves me.
CH 2: fuck, the virginity's gone
"Like, wait," I stuttered. "I feel the same way, I mean... with the uh,
weed, and..."
I felt Eva's strong hand on my thigh. I looked up at her, feeling her
emerald eyes staring into mine.
"I know what you want," her voice sounded aggressive, well, in the way
she'd talk to us in PE. However, there was a strong hint of lust in it.
"I've seen the way you look at me.You'd look down whenever I talked to
you. You tried to hide that smile.."
I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second, slipping my hand underneath
hers.
"You a virgin?" she whispered in my ear.
Oh fuck. now at this point I'm SUPER wet.
"Mhmmm," I whimpered. At this point, I was hers.
"I like seeing that thick ass when you do those squats.. Damn, I wish
those gym shorts were shorter."
"I've always wanted it on your lap instead of that hardass floor." I
confessed, trying to find humor. I was still a little nervous.
"Me too," she replied.
I decided that I'd grow some balls and just say what's on my mind.
"I'd rather do some squats.. on your lap..."
Eva bit her lip and gave my thigh a little squeeze.
"While you're bouncing on my strap?"
"Mhmmmm... you read my mind."
She chuckled and leaned in to kiss me, and I let her lips hungrily merge
with mine. We began to make out and after a while, I felt her tongue
flick against my lower lip as her fingers ran through my hair.
I wrapped my arms around her strong back, figuratively flying my white
flag of surrender so she knew she could take me. As far as I was
concerned, from that point on, she was the fire that I let consume me. I
was whom she channeled her aggression, who she annihilated with her drive
and passion, whose walls she'd destroy. No drug, legal or otherwise,
could compare to the high that enveloped me.
Her kissing grew to be more aggressive and I just sank into her embrace
like a heavy rock thrown into a pond.
She released from a kiss and she told me that she's been wanting me since
a couple years ago, thought about what I'd look like under the hideous
P.E uniform we were forced to wear, how much she wanted to have my
virginity. I'll be honest and say that the last part was a massive turn
on. It's been a dream of mine...
So, that night, Eva Schmidt took my virginity.
She took it upon herself to carry me to bed, with my back against her
left forearm. I expected her to be strong already, but I had ZERO idea
she could lift MY fat ass off the ground. But fuck, she lifted me off
the ground like as if I were a cardboard box with a small amount of
clothes in it. I used to daydream of her giving me CPR if I drowned
during swimming lessons and had a corny image of her heroically carrying
me out of the pool in her nike shorts and t shirt, drenched, as the other
girls watched (probably hoping for me to die, who knows).
We made it to her room and as she gently laid me down on her king-sized
bed, she climbed on top of me and began to kiss me with such passion, I
practically froze for a second or two.
"My Lenny," she whispered. "I'll be gentle..."
I loved the way she pronounced the "L" in "gentle." It was pronounced a
certain way that made it harsh, more distinct. I wanted her to melt into
my bones. It was all so unreal yet so lucid to me, simultaneously. It's
like every part of me shook as she was the one holding me still. She had
her way of invading me while protecting me from everything else. She was
a tornado, I was her trailer park. I let her wreck me. Shit couldn't be
wrong. This felt too fucking right.
I felt her rough hands wander around my body as she continued to kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her farther into me. I clung
onto it as if my life depended on it and decided from that moment on, she
would have her way with me.
Her lips switched from mine to the nape of my neck. I felt a few nibbles
there, after a few seconds, but then, I felt a few licks in between my
breasts.
"Lenny. I love you," she said in a soft tone. I was about to use one of
my hands to pull one of my bra straps down my shoulder, but Eva quickly
stopped it from doing what I intended by intertwining her fingers with
mine.
"Let me do everything," she insisted, looking straight into my eyes.
"From now on... but for now, just sit up."
I sat up as she pulled my bra off of my body, threw it to the side of the
room as if it were a football, all before she gently pushed me down, with
the licks in between my breasts being a little longer, a little less
subtle, before her tongue traced around my left areola.The fan in the
room might have blown on my nipple, and it grew harder. Eva noticed and
allowed her tongue to swirl around it before she took it into her mouth,
nibbling on it for a while sucking it.
 "Mmm... Eva.. please.. fuck me..."
"Be patient, love" she told me in that matter of fact tone .
I felt my right breast in her hand a while after she said that. She
kneaded it and teased its nipple with her thumb from time to time.
"Your tits are so perfect," she whispered. "Perfect for your body,
everything.."
She began to lick the right nipple, and knead the left one. This time,
she was more aggressive, nibbling a little harder... My eyes were closed
as I let her do that, but every time I looked down at her, her green eyes
practically peered into mine as if to ask me "Am I doing okay, love?"
I moaned from time to time, letting my shaky hand run through her hair,
hoping she'd notice how much I trembled. She eventually released her lip
from my nipple and rest two arms on both sides of me, propping herself
up, as her waist levitated above mine.
"Lennie...Nenn mich, daddy " She whispered in a guttural tone, before
kissin my lips. "I want you to call me Daddy from now on."
I was honestly so turned on by that. It's always been a kink of mine to
call a masculine partner "daddy", but I've never admitted it.
"Yes, daddy," I responded, choking the words out of my mouth. As far as
things were going, I felt so shocked that she wanted me to call her
Daddy.
"You are my Häschen..."I was confused. I hear her speak in her native
language from time to time in class, but I didn't know what THAT meant.
Was it something kinky? Sexy? Did it mean "slut", "submissive",
`fucktoy?"
I was about to speak but then she smiled at me, flashing a toothy grin
and then she said "it means `little bunny' if I translate that
correctly."
I smiled at back at her, releasing a giggle.
"Stop laughing, it's too cute," she said as she cupped my face in her
hand. "You're my bunny because you're so soft, quiet, pale and
small... not like those other bitches at school."
She kissed me again as I wrapped my arms around her back.
"You didn't let them touch you, did they?" She asked me.
"No, daddy... I had ONE try to fuck me but Carter had to make her go
away."
"good boy, that Carter... Kendal, yea?"
"Mhm.. I hate her."
"Haschen, I hate her too... you look like,well, depressed every time she
shows up... I'd make you forget so fucking quick though."
"Daddy, please," At this point, I just wanted her to eat me out.
She began kissing down my stomach and then pulling off my jeans that
stank of booze and weed.
"I've wanted your pussy for so long," she said, kissing a lower region
of my stomach every two words in that sentence.
"Fuck me, daddy," I cried out. "Please, daddy, I've wanted this
forever.. Fuck me, please...."
"Shh...daddy will take her time, haschen, don't be so greedy..."
She made it to the waistband of my underwear, pulling parts of it off
with her fingers as she kissed the skin underneath it, letting her tongue
explore the area as well.
"You're so beautiful.. mmm.. fuck," she muttered. "You want daddy to
make you cum, huh, haschen?"
"Mhmm," I whimpered. "Please.. I'm so fucking tight, do me, please."
She suddenly rose from her position and sighed deeply.
"You're so greedy... I'll make you wait, love..."
I was almost angry even though I found it slightly irrational. I was
entitled to nothing but I still just begged for her to eat my pussy,
which was shitty on my part. I deserved it.
She then kissed my forehead after seeing the worried frown on my face,
telling me she was going to stretch my pussy out. She grabbed my hand,
pulling it to the crotch of her shorts.
"Feel it," she commanded me. I shyly felt all over the bulge that her
shorts covered. "You'll have it inside of you soon, you should just see
what it is right now."
She pulled her shorts off, revealing her black strapon that measured
about 8 inches, as I stared at it, pleasantly surprised and aroused by
her desire to penetrate me with it.
"You like it?" she asked me in a softer tone.
"Mhmmm," I replied.
"good..."
She kissed me again, but this time, the tip of her strapon seemed to be
fighting to make its way through my underwear and into the tight, hot
hole that begged for it to fill it. After pulling away from the kiss, she
practically RIPPED my panties off when I literally expected her to take
it slow.
"Babe, you're okay with this, right?" she asked me. "I don't want to
hurt you, ever."
"Mhmm..." i replied. "Please fuck me."
She slid her dick into me, adjusting herself to my body, before slowly
moving in and out.
"I did plan on using lube, but you're already soaking wet for me," she
told me. "You want your dyke coach's dick inside of you so bad you just
won't need the lube, huh?"
"Mhmmmm," I whimpered back. It felt sexy to hear her acknowledge that
she KNEW how I felt.
"good girl... grind against it for me." she commanded me. I moaned
hearing her act like she owned me. "You have a tight little pussy,
huh?"
"Mhmm.." i moaned. `It's all for you,' I thought.
She placed her hands on the both sides of the pillow my head was on after
moving them from my waist before bucking her hips a little slower, but
with a bit more intensity.
"I'd be cumming inside of you so hard right now if this strap was
real," she joked.
I attempted to wrap my legs around her waist in order to pull her deeper
into me, but she did it for me by grabbing my legs and pulling them
behind her before learning over and thrusting a little quicker.
"Remember what I said," she reminded me. "I do everything until I tell
you to do something."
"Ok,daddy." I replied.
Her dick and my pussy walls generated friction. It was like a massage
that hit me literally everywhere I needed it. I moaned loudly, whimpering
"schmidt" or "daddy" from time to time. She had a frustrated look on
her face, with her green eyes dilated because of the wine and weed
"You're so tight, I'm so surprised I fit into you," she whispered,
sounding somewhat aggressive. "You're mine now, baby. Fucking mine."
She continued fucking me at various speeds and intensity as I watched the
sweat glisten on her muscular body. I craved her strong arms as she
craved how weak and vulnerable I was, and I wanted it that way.
"I love you," she whispered as she lowered herself a little to where
she could whisper into my ear. "So much. I want you."
I eventually came all over her strapon during a violent orgasm that Eva
said left scars on her back from how deeply my nails dug into it.
I was a stuttering, post-coital mess that just wanted her Daddy Schmidt.
She kissed me, telling me how tight I was, how sexy I was, and how much
she wanted to fuck me for 3 years when she took me into her arms.
"Now, i came to America not expecting to fall in love, ever," she said.
"And somehow I end up falling for the stoner in my P.E class. Hell, i
don't even like this job."
We continued talking well into the night. I was in her arms and she held
me as I told her about the parts of myself and my life that weren't so
pretty, like my homophobic parents, the abuse from Kendall that took
place during our two year relationship. and my battle with depression.
"I want to take you away from all that," she told me. "Let me. I'll
make you happy. you'll want nothing."
I checked the clock on my phone. It was 9:30. There were a few texts from
Carter at 7:30 that said he had an upset stomach, so he wasn't able to
come. Then there was a text from my dad at 9 that said "Are you staying
at a friend's house or something? If not, get your ass home."
I replied to my dad and said I was staying at Kendall's house, because
as far as he knew, she was the very Christian daughter of one of his
coworkers.
He responded with an "okay" and then I put down the phone.
Schmidt seems to have noticed.
"He talks to you like that? Damn."
"Yea," I responded. "Close relationship ain't it?"
"Mhm," she responded.
"I'm hungry,"she said, in an attempt to change the subject.  "I'm
about to order a pizza, sound like a plan?"
"That'd be awesome, actually," I replied. "I could eat a horse."
She got up, tapped a few times on her phone's screen and sighed.
"It'll be here in like 10 minutes if the wanker delivering it didn't
waste his fucking time."
I laughed and she smiled at me .
"I've got some beer imported from Deutschland, you want some?" she
asked me.
"Hell yea," I replied. "Carter went to there once. He met a few men
there at a bar. Had a good time."
"Ah," she replied. "I assume you both have the same taste in, well,
partners?"
I laughed and told her that yes, her assumption was true.
Due to our weed and post-coital munchies, the pizza we ordered lasted
about as long as Kendall's sense of decency, which was basically, only a
few minutes, and disappeared on some couch cushions.
"My god, I'll have to work this shit off," She said, cracking open a
beer after I cracked mine open.
She held her can up towards mine.
"Prost," she exclaimed with a smile.
I raised an eyebrow and asked her what that meant in English.
"It's `cheers', lieben."
We clinked our cans and kissed once again.
"I suppose I need to learn German," I thought out loud.
"That'd be nice," She replied. "I'd love to hear you speak it to
me."
"I'll try, then," I replied.
I pulled up some German phrases on my phone and tried, awkwardly, to say
them out loud to her. She laughed a little every time I pronounced
something wrong (I did too) and rewarded me with a kiss on the forehead.
We talked like that, cuddled, and made love from time to time that night
until we were tired.
I've never shared such laughter with any girl in my life.
It's like I've wasted my time kissing toads until my prince finally
showed up.
Ch 3 Valium
I woke up, hungover, in Schmidt's arms, in the same bed we made love in
the night before.
"Babe,do you have ibuprofen?" I asked her, groggily.
"I have something better for that," she said. "Fuck ibuprofen."
"Oh, damn, really?"
"Yeah, Valium," she replied. "I use that after a day all you fuckers
drive me crazy during P.E.. I have a bottle sitting right there,
actually."
She reached over to her nightstand and handed me one with the beers she
didn't finish last night.
"This fixes shit in minutes," She said.
I swallowed the capsule, with an empty "v" in the middle of it, with
her beer.
I texted my dad and told him I'd be out with Carter for a while.
I rested my back against Schmidt's chest. She kissed my cheek.
"I love you," she told me. "I've been waiting for what happened last
night since I first met you."
"Yea, I did too," I responded. "I love you, too."
She kissed my lips and just held me as we both stared off into space in
complete silence.
"I'm going to make some coffee, liebe," she whispered before getting
up, walking out the door to head downstairs.
An hour or so passed after she came back. I lay in the bed Schmidt and I
made love in as she held me, allowing the Valium to make me feel like I
was floating. It was the post-coital bliss and valium that contributed to
this otherworldly sense of euphoria, but my P.E teacher tied it all
together.
(However, I wanted her to tie my wrists later.)We made love and just
talked about whatever the hell came to our minds and she joked about my
American lack of tolerance for alcohol and I talked about how I was
confused about her strapon for such a long time, thinking it was an
actual dick.
"Hey, some straight guys like butches, I should do what I can to keep
them away." She said.
"Like, I KNEW you were gay from the start," I said. "Like, seriously,
the flannel. the fucking FLANNEL."
"It does not take a good gaydar to know that, haha." she replied.
"Liebe, I know you know this already but we can't tell anyone about
this."
"Yea, I know. Hell, why would I?" I replied. "I mean, Carter would
know something's up. but here he is hooking up with cops in Germany."
"Makes sense," she replied. "I see him raising his eyebrows and
smiling like he's high every time I'm in the same place as you."
"Like, Carter and I are open about everything. I've known him since we
were kids. I told him that he'd be the best man at my wedding."
"I have no one here in the US but you, I'll be honest," she replied.
"Coworkers are assholes. The people around here, I don't see myself
being around. it's just me."
"Well, you have me," I said, trying to reassure her.
"I've always thought I was okay alone," she explained.  "Now I have
you and I realize how lonely I was, liebe."
"Wait, really?" I responded.
"I didn't know I was looking for love this whole time."
"Honestly, I just gave up on love," I replied to her. "Thought it just
some shit the entertainment industry capitalizes on."
"I've noticed your skepticism." She said, running her fingers through
my hair. "It's cute. I know you hated writing that paper about drug
abuse."
"Yea, apparently no one in charge has ever heard of fucking Erowid," I
said, releasing a sigh.
"I love how the state made me teach that drugs will kill you and to wait
for marriage to have sex, but here i am, smoking weed and having great
sex with the hot stoner girl in my 4th period class."
"It's kinda hot," I replied.
She looked at me with a serious look on her face. I looked back at her,
worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
Her serious facial expression turned to a light smile.
"I love you, Eleanor Landry."
I smiled, feeling my insides turn to mush.
"I love you too, Eva."
I rested my head on one of her broad shoulders and closed my eyes.
"I just realized I forgot to eat your pussy last night," she whispered.
I felt her hand on my thigh.
I bit my lip, kind of hoping she'd notice and kind of hoping she
wouldn't.
"Schmidt..." I cleared my throat. "I mean, daddy..."
She said "good girl," after I corrected myself.
"What is it, haschen?" she asked me.
"I probably taste bad..."
"I doubt it," she replied. "But you will wait for it.."
"Why, daddy?" I asked her, wanting to know why she couldn't eat me
out.
She kissed the side of my neck and whispered into my ear, "Let's see if
you can earn it, baby..."
I got goosebumps hearing her say that and felt my pussy growing moist.
"Mhm," I replied, with a slight whine.
"God, you turn me on so fucking much," I said through an exhale.
"You're mine," she said under her breath, with her accent becoming
more guttural. "Mine.. I've wanted that jailbait pussy for ages."
I shook a little.
"You know how illegal this all is, huh, baby?" she whispered as I felt
her hand on the crotch of my panties. "Your dyke gym teacher wrecking
your pussy."
"Mhm," I whimpered.
"Good girl, you're my little illegal girlfriend now..." she said with
a chuckle.
Ch 4: Carter
I received a text from Carter while Schmidt was rubbing my pussy through
my panties. I was near orgasm, so I had to let answering that text wait.
"Schmidt... fuck, daddy, PLEASE, finger me..." I moaned.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh shit...."
"Nope," she replied. "No tongue or fingers inside you yet."
"Faster, please...."
She continued to rub my crotch in a clockwise motion as I squirmed a
little more.
Eventually, I came in my panties, which have already been through a lot
the night before.
"It doesn't take much to make you cum, huh?" she teased me.
"It's only easy for you."
"Good," she praised me. "You're all mine anyway, I don't even want
you touching yourself anymore unless I let you."
After I recovered, I checked the text message. Carter asked if we could
meet at Schmidt's house. He was unaware of the whole truth and I was
worried about how to explain it to him, even though he and I had no
secrets.
I explained my feelings to Schmidt and she told me that she could handle
this, but if Carter saw the hickies on my neck, he'd get the idea too
damn early, so I should just get dressed and allow her to text Carter.
I got some concealer from my purse to cover the marks up, brushed my
teeth, and made my clothes look slightly more civilized. You know, as if
my plaid shirt and ripped  jeans weren't tainted by drugs and sex. Hell,
I eve threw on my silver pentagram necklace to radiate some aura of
chastity. I put on some eyeliner and mascara.
As I bent over in front of her mirror, Schmidt was on a call from someone
from her home country. She spoke in smooth German as she walked around
the room, putting some gel in her hair and trying to find another shirt
to wear. I fucking love hearing her speak German. It's hot as hell. The
firmness in her voice made it all so attractive. She ended her call and
exhaled, tucking her shirt into her baggy jeans.
"Hey princess," she said. "Trying to look nice, huh?"
"Mhm," I replied.
"I've always wondered what you went through in the morning before
coming to school," she said, spraying a bit of cologne on her
collarbone. It smelled of sandalwood with a hint of tobacco. "Now I can
see the entire process."
I giggled a little and put my makeup back into my purse.
"Not like you need to put on the makeup, but damn, I can tell that you
want to feel good about yourself and you wake up early to put it all on.
I appreciate it."
"Thanks, Schmitty," I said in a sing-song tone.
"Schmitty?" She laughed a bit.
"Yea. Schmitty. You like it?" I turned around to look at her.
"It's cute," She said as she pinched my ass.
I gave myself a final look in the mirror and took a breath.
"Daddy, I'm nervous," I said out loud.
"So, Carter texted back, he said that he's so excited to see you with
someone who makes you happy. He also said that he isn't a snitch as long
as I do not hurt you."
I let out a sigh of relief as I heard a knock on the door.
"Babe, I'm paranoid," I told her. "Can you check who it is? I'm
worried it isn't Carter. I'm so sorry"
She sighed and said "love, it's fine."
She left the bathroom to go to the front door and I heard it open.
I heard Carter and Schmidt talking in hushed tones before she closed the
door again.
"Lenny, it's Carter!" She yelled from the other side of the house.
"Oh thank God," I said to myself.
I rushed over to see Carter and we did our usual hug and fist bump.
"Bro!" His blue eyes grew wide. "Like, holy fuck, man, I'm so happy
for you."
"Don't tell anyone," Eva interjected.
"Why the hell would I, Lenny's happy for once!" he replied .
He hugged me again and patted me on the back.
"Good job sis," he said.
We all had a joint and just hung out for a few hours, killing time.
Eventually, Carter left, and I had to head home to show my dad that I was
still alive, have some dinner, and just hang out in my room for a while.
I hugged Schmidt and she told me to be careful.


CH 5: disowned
Carter walked me home and my dad just so happened to be outside, holding
my laptop. He looked pissed.
"The hell are y'all doin'?" my dad asked us.
"Nothing, sir," Carter replied.
"Eleanor, your fucking bags are on the porch." he said.
I was shocked.
"Wait.. what?" I replied.
"You know what you fucking did!"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?" I replied, holding back tears.
"Oh fuck, this can't be happening, this can't be fucking happening,"
I thought to myself.
"You're a fucking DYKE!" he exclaimed, with his voice growing hoarse.
"I raised a fucking DYKE! Don't fucking TELL ME I didn't see what was
on your fucking laptop, you fucking freak!"
I felt Carter grab my hand and pull me away from my dad.
He gave me a serious look and said in hushed tones "Schmidt's house.
Now. I'll get your shit."
I started crying as I ran back up the hill, down a few other roads,
eventually making it to Schmidt's house.
I frantically knocked on her door. She showed up, looked at me, and it
was like she KNEW some bad shit happened.
She took me by the hands, quickly shut the door, and sat on the couch
with me.
"What happened?" she asked me. She looked directly into my eyes.
"Baby, talk to me."
I was a crying mess, so I was practically inconsolable. Schmidt quickly
pulled my head to her chest and rubbed my back, whispering to me in
hushed tones, telling me to take my time.After a few minutes, I told her
that my dad kicked me out of the house because he found the porn I tried
to hide discreetly on my laptop.
"What the actual fuck," she exclaimed.
She consoled me, asking me if I needed anything.
"I'd fucking kill for a valium right now," I said.
"Let's go to my room, we'll talk," she said.
She walked me to her room with her arm around me.
"You're fucking shaking," she observed out loud.
I felt really nauseous, so I got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to
puke for a while. I felt physically weak and emotionally horrible. I
popped a mint that was in my pocket and went back to be with Schmidt.
"Baby, there's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. You can stay here.
Take a valium, we'll talk after you rest a while."
I thanked her, wrapping my arms around her as she continued to console
me.
From the moment I met her, I never suspected that she'd be this, well,
soft.
Because of the valium, I allowed myself to rest for a couple hours.
"Babe," I heard Schmidt call from the other room. "My love, Carter
dropped your luggage off."
"Oh sweet," I wearily responded.
I got up  to go to the front door and was relieved to see that all of my
luggage, including my laptop and hardware bitcoin wallet, were there.
Schmidt picked up my bitcoin wallet and examined it, bringing it to the
couch. I sat down with her.
"Hmm, wat is das?" she asked me in German.
"Well, it's a bitcoin wallet."
Schmidt seemed impressed.
"Wow, smart girl," she said. "how do you get the bitcoin?"
"I actually run a website. People buy xans and shit on it."
Schmidt gasped a little.
"Fuck, it's like you get more deviant by the moment."
I looked at her and asked if she had a problem with it.
"Nah, it's cute. does it run well?"
I shrugged and said "It's all fine till the feds find it, but the
server is in China, so I'm safe."
"I have a few questions," she said in a commanding tone, similar to the
one she'd use in P.E. I immediately stood up straight.
"Yea?"
A devilish grin spread across her face and her voice went down an octave.
"Do you have any ropes... collars.. leashes...that kind of thing?"
"Oh god, this is hot," I thought to myself. "Schmidt wants to tie me
up."
I bit my lip for a second and responded with a "Um.. N-no, we just sell
drugs."
"What about rophynol?" she asked me. "I mean, if you're alright with
me fucking you while you're unconscious..."
My pussy literally clenched hearing that.
"Y-yea, we have that," I responded. "I-I think we have a vendor on
there, l-lemme check in a while."
Schmidt smiled and said that she wanted to see my website, so I reached
into my purse and pulled out my USB drive with a secure operating system
on it, meant to keep my internet connection encrypted while I went on the
dark web.
"What, the website's on there?" She asked.
"No," I replied. I decided to try to explain the process of accessing
the dark web safely. "See, this is known as TAILS.. The Amnesiac
Incognito Live Operating System... This makes sure everything I do is
encrypted and no action of mine is tracked. Therefore, I can log into my
website without my IP address showing up since Tor, the browser in it
will basically change IP addresses constantly, thus giving me layers of
security to hide under. Plus, I can always just dispose of the USB stick.
I've also created a persistent partition so I could store certain
documents on that one piece of-"
Schmidt cut me off with a kiss, then smiled a little, and whispered
"talk computer to me" before she let out a chuckle.
I blushed, knowing I've been caught geeking out.
I pulled out my laptop and inserted the USB stick before turning it on
and hitting F12. A menu came up and asked me which device I wanted to
boot to, and I chose the USB stick. The operating system showed up and I
signed in. The GUI loaded and I clicked on Tor. I typed in the clearweb
address of what was a list of links I put somewhere.
"Wow," Schmidt said.
"I and a few other people I network with... We own all of these
fuckers," I said. "You know, being single for most of your high school
career gives you a lot of fucking free time."
"I love it," she replied, kissing the side of my neck. "I had no idea
you were into bitcoin or computers or anything."
"Weird. I thought the glasses and bringing this PC to write papers in
your class would have made it fairly obvious," I said as I adjusted my
glasses.
"It's sexy," she said. "I've always loved nerdy girls."
"Ah, really?"
We kept on talking about types of women we've grown up liking as I
showed her around my website, clicking away at various vendors and what
they sold, whether it be mushrooms, acid, stimulants, tranquilizers ,
hormones, amphetamines, methamphetamine, opiates, whatnot.
"Now, we also sell human organs, but that's not anything you'd want to
look at," I said. "Most of these organs are from China and there's
really no telling if there's any diseases in them."
I looked at Schmidt and said, "I don't know why the hell people sell
body parts, but hell, as long as people are voluntarily donating, I just
don't fucking care."
"It's a DRUG website though." She seemed confused.
"Honestly, now that I think about it, you're kind of right," I thought
out loud. "Plus they're kind of an eyesore and no one's buying
them..."

Ch 6
Schmidt and I spent spring break making love, talking, all that. I
haven't heard anything from my dad at all, and I was perfectly fine with
it. As long as I had Schmidt, I wasn't losing my shit. I never had to
hide anything from her. Carter and I still texted all the time as usual
so our friendship only grew stronger from that point. The only family I
had now was Carter and Schmidt.
"Babygirl," I heard Schmidt call out from the kitchen. "I bought
something for you."
i walked over to the kitchen and saw my smiling German leaning against
the counter.
"I want you in this as soon as school starts again," she said in an
authoritative tone. "Under your clothes, I mean."
She gestured to a box on the kitchen table and told me to go to the
bathroom and change into it.
"Then you're going to sit on my lap. I'll tell you how we will do
everything."
I was excited about this entire thing, so I went to change in the
bathroom.
I came out in a lacy black bra, thong, high heels, and a thin, black
collar around my neck.
"Stand in front of me," I heard Schmidt's thundering voice.
i obeyed her and her eyes seemed to widen in excitement.
"Oh fuck, you look so sexy..." she said. "I knew you'd look amazing
in this but damn... get on my lap."
I sit on Schmidt's lap and felt her embrace around me as she began
kissing my shoulder.
"Meine liebe," she whispered for a bit between  her kisses. "Du siehst
umwerfend aus..."
I didn't know what it meant at that point, but I figured out that it
meant that "My love, you look stunning..."
I shivered at her touch a little bit.
"So," she whispered. "I want to see that sexy body in that on
Monday... after P.E, you're not going to need a shower. You're going to
be on your knees, waiting for me in the locker room. We'll go from
there."
The thought about having sex with Schmidt in the locker room aroused me
more than anything else, from 9th grade on.
"okay, daddy," I responded in a weak voice. "I can't wait... but how
are you gonna make sure no one knows?"
"Don't worry. Just make sure no one knows," she reassured me. "Let me
do everything. That rule doesn't stop when we're not having sex."
I bit my bottom lip and allowed her hands to roam around my body. feeling
my curves, taking my tits into her hands.
"Trust me, liebe, I know things."
"I know, daddy," I replied. "God, i'm so fucking wet."
`patience, haschen," she whispered, letting a vibe of authoritarianism
carry in her voice. "Open the translator on your phone. Let me tell you
some things."
I hit the record button on my phone as I felt her grope my tits every so
often.
"Ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich dort zu ficken, wo es illegal ist. Du
wirst auf meinem Gesicht sitzen, meinen Silikonschwanz lutschen, mich
dich in jeder möglichen Position ficken lassen und es wird dir
gefallen."
I moaned a little, feeling weak enough to just give myself to her.
"Look at the screen, I think it translated well enough."

I read the screen and it said "I can't wait to fuck you where it's
illegal. You will sit on my face, suck my silicone cock, let me fuck you
in every possible position and you will like it."

"Schmidt," I nervously admitted . "I've never done a strapon
blowjob..."

"I'll show you," she said. "Trust me."

She kissed the side of my neck and grabbed the remote on the other side
of the couch, putting on a documentary.

"My house, my rules," she said. "let me  just put that out there."
I felt a bit cheered up.

"I love documentaries, actually. What's this one called?""Forgot.
We'll just see what's about."

I rest my head on her shoulder.

This was how shit was for now.