Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2023 18:16:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Jones Subject: Guidance Counselors -1- This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. Copyright 2022 B. Jones, all rights reserved. Guidance Counselors -1- It was a lazy Sunday and Terry Jones and Natalie Cohen had slept in. Terry couldn't help but think about the girl she was advising at school, even as she was in bed with her girlfriend, eating her pussy. She was super-charged by her "extra-curricular" activity, and Natalie, her girlfriend, noted her enthusiasm during their late-night tryst. Natalie was twenty-five and she was a soft butch. She had played outfield for the University of California-Northridge and stayed in great shape. Her hair was a really thick mane of blondish brown with a side part that she kept shoulder length. She shaved up to Ā¼ inch to the part on the right side, a couple rows being shaved to the scalp. You had to see it to appreciate just how cute it was. She had brown eyes and a big, beautiful smile. She was a perpetual happiness machine; nothing and no one got her down. One thing her coaches and everyone she spends five minutes with her says about her: "she's a real go getter." "That's it, eat my pussy you bitch," said Natalie. "You've got me right on the edge and when I cum it's going to be a big, aahhhh. Tell me, you dyke whore, aahhhh, is there someone who has you fancy at school. Maybe a student. Perhaps a counseling client?" "Oh shit, you know me," said Terry. "Her name is Lily, and she's a freshman and she's fucking gorgeous." "Describe her too me, Aahhh, you pedophilia cunt," said Natalie, playfully. "She's 5'8" of pure sex," said Terry. "She's so good looking and she's on the edge. I've groomed her well. Mmmm, aahhhh, she's blonde and tan and busting out as a woman. If I had to say, I'd guess solid C-cups. Aahhhh, you're a breast girl, so I thought I'd throw that in because she's coming over here a week from Friday. For you to manhandle, so to speak. Aahhhh." "Shit, I'll be here, for sure. I like the young ones as you know. Oohhhh, Aahhhh. Man, you really attract he pretty ones," said Natalie. "And so young and innocent." "She's not too young, and she's definitely not innocent...," said Terry. Just then, Terry stuck her slimy middle finger in Natalie's ass, and she loved that. Natalie climaxed in hurry, dragging Terry with her. They were going to a sex party that Sunday afternoon at a colleague of Natalie's. They were in a zone, having sex with all kinds of women and girls and loving life. ***** Lily Thompson had been seeking help from Terry, her ninth-grade guidance counselor, about personal organization. She was having a difficult time keeping her assignments straight. Additionally, she wanted to make sure she was on the right track with her class selections for next year. This was her first visit with Terry. For a high school staff member, Ms. Jones's office was exquisite, something that Lily appreciated. On the wall behind Terry's chair, was a print of Van Gogh's Irises and, on her desk, was a very real looking yellow vase filled with irises. It was very distracting. They looked just like the painting, except there weren't the two flowers that fell to the tabletop. And they weren't real. Or were they? Or were some of them real, and the balance faux. The vase looked just like the painting. "How cool," said Lilly to herself. She was lost in thinking about the flowers when Terry spoke. "Maybe the thing blocking you from personal organization is that there is something on your mind," Terry said. "Is there some thing distracting, sort of a voice that keeps popping up and telling you to do this or worry about that?" "Ah, sorry, yes, there is," said Lily. "I have all these thoughts about sexuality, and it's really starting to consume me." When local people think of hot California girls images of Lily pass through their minds. A blonde-aired blue-eyed honeypot, she was well into puberty as her growing breasts and feminine curves spoke to. At 5'7" and 115 pounds, her body was super-attractive to boys, and women. Like her mother, she was easy-going, for it took a lot to get her riled up. "Like what, for instance?" said Terry. Her hunch about Lily was proving to be accurate. She thought she was ripe for turning 100% gay, and just in need of a friendly nudge. "I've always been very popular with the girls, truth be told," said Lily. "Ever since I can remember I've been attracted to one girl or another. But boys are coming on strong, ever since I started puberty. I've engaged in... OK, I've had sex with several boys, but now I don't know. It wasn't too bad." Since Lily opened the subject, Terry was eager to pounce, to get her to explore her feelings more. "I remember when I was your age," Terry said. "The boys were getting more aggressive toward me, but Melinda and Evelyn, my girlfriends, just enjoyed hanging out so much. When Monica joined us, it was perfect, because Melinda and I became girlfriends and Evelyn and Monica were a pair. It was so much fun, holding hands, kissing, and exploring each other's body." The bisexual girl Lily was hanging on to her every word. "Oh Ms. Stevens, that's exactly where I'm at," said Lily. "There are four of us, and we do everything together. I mean everything. But I don't know if saying goodbye to boys is the right thing. Could it just be a phase I'm in?" "I think that's so mature of you to discuss the topic," said Terry. "But don't feel pressure to make a decision. Gay girls are everywhere, and there's no putting that genie back in the bottle. You've eaten pussy, right?" "Absolutely, and I loved it," said Lily. "Good, so you know what it's like," said Terry. "Try forgetting about the boys for a while. See where that goes. Be nice, but don't give in to them. You should see homosexuality as a legitimate option, and my guess is that you will be so excited about it that you won't ever regret becoming a lesbian. How does that sound?" "You don't know how good that makes me feel," said Lily Thompson. "Can I make an appointment to talk to you again in a couple months? You know, sort of a checkup?" "God yes," said Terry. "How about March 2nd?" ***** The time for talking was over, Terry determined. There is one thing that ultimately turns all girls: sex with girls. It's sort of like magic glue; when it dries, they are a lesbian. Terry reached out and touched Lily's forearm and noted that she didn't pull away. She began to slowly give her a light stroke. She moved her chair right next to Lily's, and she leaned over to her and gave her a hug, looking for a sign. Lily breathed deep and relaxed with a lascivious smile. When Terry next kissed her on the lips, Lily breathed out, "Unngghhhh," and she slouched a bit in her chair. Terry got up and locked the door while Lily followed her every move. Terry told her, "This will stay here, in this office. I'm so attracted to you, my Beach Goddess, and I could lose my job if this got out, OK?" Lily smiled seductively and said, "OK. I just want you so bad. My friend Kerry says you are very understanding. I hope we can become friends." "We're already friends," said Terry. "I would like to be more. Wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes!" said Lily, who was overcome with feelings of lust and love for her guidance counselor. Terry removed Lily's skinny jeans, and found she was wearing some very attractive red panties. There was a spreading darkness in the crotch. She took a big whiff of her panties and trembled at the overpowering odor. She lifted the panties to expose her womanhood, and found Lily was completely bare. Her daily bathroom routine included keeping shaved clean. "Ah, a shaver," said Terry to herself. "These baby girls really know how to care for themselves. Terry was in heaven: a beautiful girl with a bare pussy. She was so obviously turned on. She quickly got to down to business and began with her signature move: a couple huge licks from her lover's asshole the top of her big clit's hood. It was good, very good. The smell, the taste, the liquid feeling. Lily trembled. Terry was able to seduce three or four girls a semester without raising suspicion. After all, it was 2023 and high school girls were fucking each other, their sisters, their mothers, their teammates, and their teachers. Still, she had to keep up appearances of propriety. She lit a candle, a candle that would help keep the smell of arousal to a minimum (and give the office a seductive atmosphere). Then she turned off the overhead light and turned up her iPhone a bit. Terry got down to it: eating Lily out and tasting her essence. She began with the pussy, but soon was drawn to Lily's oversized clit which was already protruding. "You have such a pretty pussy my dear, and your clit is as big as my mother's. And hers is huge," said Terry. "Such a goddess." She was rolling the exposed head of the clit between her lips, tonguing it, sucking it. Lily was overcome by the compliments. She was proud of her pussy and her looks, so Terry's confirmations meant a lot to the young lesbian. Terry was 5'11", and still had her figure from college days as a volleyball player at University of Oregon. She had C Cups, but more important, a big shaven pussy that was a vast playland for her lovers. Terry was well known among the faculty and staff as a lesbian who was a cheerleader for all kids, regardless of sexual orientation. Easily the most popular female adult at school, she always had a smile on her face, and she was quick to laugh and slow to frown. Among lesbians, she was the alpha girl. ***** Unfortunately, she had her detractors. One man was particularly out to get her, to catch her with a student and have her fired. Fred Prentiss was a white male in his late-30s. He was above Terry in the pecking order and oddly enough, even scheduled girls for her. He hadn't played his hand yet, but Terry had a bad feeling about him. She kept her nose clean about 95% of the time. The office was redolent of female arousal. Terry's candle was doing its job: part way through their lovemaking and the office returned to a normal smell, albeit with a north wood quality. She was kissing her lightly as they enjoyed the afterglow. Lily was still embracing her tightly as if she knew she was going away. "Can you come to my condo two Friday nights from now?" asked Terry. "You'll get to meet my girlfriend, Natalie, and there will be another high school girl, a sophomore for you to meet. We'll have fun, sort of more of the same thing we did today." "Oh, I'll be there," said Lily. "God, I can't wait." "Who is the sophomore, if you don't mind me asking," said Lily. "I know how to be discreet." "Olivia Smith," said Terry. "She knows who you are. My girlfriend said that Olivia almost lost it when we told her you would be there too. You've got quite the reputation, it seems." "Awww, Olivia!" said Lily. "She's the black girl who is the star of the field hockey team. She is every girl's dream: smart, nice, athletic, and ahh, so beautiful." "100%; she's a hottie," said Terry. "And her story is so wonderful, but I'll let Natalie and Olivia share it with us." "I'm ready to address my changes with my mom," said Lily. "She'll get it. She suspects something, like, why I've stopped bringing boys around. My dad will be shattered, unfortunately." "I remember my mom," said Terry. "She was very open-minded. It was my dad who took a while for me too." "We've had some great conversations," said Lily. "She gets lesbianism, telling me she wishes she had that option when she was younger. And my younger sisterāˆ'I love her to death. She is in seventh grade and will be easy to turn." Before she left, Lily made a couple notes about their meeting. Terry looked at them and smiled, knowingly. For Bedroom 1. candles-buy-several 2. paintings-lesbian-buy-three "So, she is going to come out, to her father and her family," she thought. "Ahh! That's my girl." ***** Meanwhile Fred Prentiss had formulated his plan to catch Terry Jones in flagrante delicto with a female student. All the guidance counselors shared their schedules with each other and with Fred, their boss. The entry in the system included the name of the "client." He noted that Lily Thompson was having her follow up on Monday at 11:00. He had a hunch that Lily Thompson was getting laid by Terry Jones, in her office. He would get a master key from the principal's office and be ready to pounce. Fred was kind of making up for his twin daughters coming out to him as lesbians in sophomore year of high school. And his wife left him for another woman within the last year. He was on a personal crusade to crush lesbianism. Only he was too late. ***** Friday couldn't come soon enough for Lily. After her routine of showering and shaving, she was in her room deciding on the outfit. "Fuck it," she said at her indecision. "Dress for success." Since it was a relatively hot Friday, she would go braless and panty less, wearing her sexy pink button-down Tommy Hilfiger shirt, opened at the second button and showing ample cleavage, complimented with Tommy's classic navy shorts. She'd wear white slip-ons (Tommy) with light blue quarter top socks (Tommy). She was so hot! She put on some foundation and some pink lip glass along with her medium-sized hoop earrings (not Tommy). She had some new hair spray, which, after a few strategic passes with the brush, gave her the classic "wet look." OMG! She knocked on the door and waited. At first, she saw a female face in the small window. Then the door opened, and Terry was standing in the doorway. "Well, look at you. You look like a walking Tommy ad," said Terry. "Or a femme, out to take no prisoners." Lily chuckled. "I mean that in the best way possible, of course," said Terry. "You look stunning girlfriend. Come in here before I eat you for all the world to see." The others were there, and they concurred with her look. Natalie grabbed her phone from her purse and snapped a few pics of the devil with a blue dress on. "Damn," said Natalie. "Don't get too attached to this one Terry, unless you're going to be satisfied with looking at her spread in Vogue." "I'm jealous as hell," said Olivia. "Turn around for us." Lily did a pirouette and then struck a Vogue pose. Olivia walked straight to her and grabbed both ass cheeks while kissing her. It through the blond off a bit, but she quickly recovered. She kissed Olivia back, and the two French-kissed deeply, their big tongues battling it out. Olivia had been a lesbian for two years and out proudly for six months. The fact that she was an athlete frankly made her intimidating for most guys and girls. But not for Lily. Lily started disrobing Olivia and soon her B-cups were exposed. Olivia returned the favor and soon Lily was down to her bright blue panties. The girls fell in bed with their panties and socks on. Both had beautiful "tans": Olivia was a 5'10" caramel bombshell and Lily a 5'8" beach bunny with an olive complexion that tanned very well for her (a la Olivia Dunn the gymnast). Beach bunny, yes. But in her first semester of high school, 5 A's and 1 B. The pair were on each other's box in a sixty-nine and eating vulvas like starving children. The lust was barely under control as they shook their heads and made a sound something like dogs eating raw meat. It was right in front of Terry and Natalie, two of the best-looking girls in school in full-on lesbian lust. "Nhaahhhh, unghhhh aahhhh," cried Olivia, as if tearing a piece of flesh from the bone. "Mmmmuuhhh, aahhhh, Nnaahhhh," responded Lily, like chewing a small hunk of pussy and swallowing it. They were into it and into each other such that if a bomb were to go off nearby, they would not flinch. Olivia found the white girl she was pining for. She had been out for a year and a half. Once again, a guy, this time a black athlete, turned her off. OK, the guy had a big dick and was attractive. But he forced himself on her and in her, and ten minutes into their time together she just lost it. She had frightening visions of being barefoot and pregnant. Olivia started screaming, pushed him off her, got dressed, and walked out the door on heterosexuality. She never looked back. And, though she didn't know it until that moment, Lily found the girl of her dreams. Black girl, white girl. So confident, so beautiful. Two years later they were still dating. Natalie's idea for the order of things was out the window. In planning for the evening, she thought that the ladies would split up, Terry with Olivia and she with Lily. Natalie was a guidance counselor in a sister school, and she is sympathetic to Terry's penchant for play because she sleeps around herself. "Wait, wait, oh my god," said Natalie. "Let's watch them a minute more. We've got a porno playing right in front of us." They sat still, mesmerized by Olivia and Lily. "We should just let them go at it," said Terry. "We hardly knew them, and they didn't know each other. And, near as I can tell, they are both switches. But my God, the pure physical attraction." Eventually she grabbed Terry face and began to smother her with kisses, going right to the French kissing. Terry's top and her bra went flying as Natalie seduced her. Twenty-five minutes later the two separated, both having had a climax and enjoying the afterglow. Lily got up to go to the bathroom and Olivia followed her. If one were to glimpse the scene in there, Lily was astride the toilet and Olivia sat on her, kissing her lips and her tits vigorously. Then the two switched places and Lily quickly got on top of her girl with her left hand playing in Olivia's piss stream before bringing it to her own mouth. Satisfied with the taste, she repeated the process with Olivia tasting her own piss. "Hey girl, nothing like a little kink to round things off," said Olivia. Lily laughed, "for sure, honey, for sure." After their loving Lily and Olivia climbed into bed with Terry and Natalie. "Please tell us your stories. Both of you," said Natalie. Both couples were sharing the king-size bed during the afterglow. "I'm a young STEM, basically," said Olivia. "I present and femme but I'm down to convert all attractive straight girls to lesbianism. I'm naively upfront about it but hey, I love it. I'm batting well above .500, I think. That's pretty good, right?" "Oh shit!" said Terry and Natalie. "What she said," said Lily. "I walked into Terry's office a few weeks ago a STEM. I was trying to make Bi work, but it was a mess, and Terry helped me see that. Hunting down straight girls and talking to them about the life is a reason I love school. But we met each other tonight, at your place. Well, you guys witnessed..." Natalie was curious. "What had tipped you, Lily, so completely, so fully to a gay girl? It had to be Olivia, a year ahead of you in school and a committed lesbian, no?" "I fully converted to my new religion, Lesbianism, three weeks ago. Olivia was the frosting on my gay cake," said Lily. "Lily, you and Olivia are amazing girls," said Terry. "What came over you two? Whatever it was, it was beautiful." "It's really simple," said Lily. "It was what you said a few weeks ago in your office. I don't need boys or men. I just need someone to love and who will love me, and I guess Olivia feels the same way. She has been away from toxic masculinity for almost two years. I'm her bae if she wants me?" "If I want you!" said Olivia. She reached over and kissed Lily, which led to another round... ***** The guidance secretary, Wendy, is a close friend of Terry. The hot twenty-five-year-old had a steady girlfriend but had fucked Terry on occasion, either with Natalie, or without. She recently met up with Terry at a lesbian sex party. That's what gay girls do. The two had worked out a simple one-ring phone call that Terry knew to be a warning that Fred, or others like him, were getting the Master Key and were going to surprise her. That would give her at least thirty seconds' notice to put her office, and any guest she might have, back together. The joke would be on Fred, for now he was playing into her hands, and she only played for keeps. So, the following Monday Fred was going to surprise Terry and her client. He knew she was scheduled with Lily for a follow up counseling session and avoided Terry that morning. At 11:15 he made his move. He stealthily walked to her office and inserted the Master, turning it quickly clockwise and bursting into the room. Terry was seated at her desk and Lily was in her chair with a notebook out and was writing something down. The page was dated and there was a quarter page of notes from that day's discussion about how to focus on one thing at a time. "What the hell are you doing?" Terry asked the bewildered Fred. "Can't you see that we are deep into a private discussion on the student's next four years here?" "Sorry, I, uh, thought there was something going on in here," said Fred, the embarrassment spreading over his face. Terry looked past him to Wendy, standing in the hall, with an understanding smirk on her face. "Wendy, did you see this aggressive behavior," said Terry. "Yes, I saw the whole thing," said Wendy. Fred looked like an adolescent who had been caught masturbating by his mother. He didn't, couldn't say anything. "OK, we're done for now Lily," said Terry. "I'll follow up with you tomorrow. Wendy, if you'll come with me." Everyone left her office and she shut the door. She and Wendy walked quickly to the principal's office, found her on the phone, and shut the door. "OK, I have to go," said Ms. Pappas. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news Ms. Pappas, but Fred Prentiss just... ***** Fred was placed on administrative leave, starting immediately. By the following Monday, he was no longer the head of the counselling team, and Terry had taken his place. Fred had been fired, never to be seen again. Terry had won. She became a legend at Roosevelt High School, first with the lesbians, and later throughout the Los Angelos public school system. Wendy was happy for her sometimes lover. After all, her desk was outside Terry's new office. She knew when Terry and a high school femme were getting it on in there, but she was glad she couldn't hear a thing. For a year or so she received phone calls from all kinds of women, congratulating her and saying kind and sexy things about Terry. And, the next week, the Master Key, somehow, no longer worked on Terry's new door lock. ***** Terry resumed her lovemaking session with Lily. She invited Lily into her her new spacious office and locked the door. "Now, where were we?" said Terry. It had been five weeks since she first kissed Lily, and a lot of drama had gone down during that time. But one thing was for sureāˆ'she couldn't get enough of Lily. She stood at the front of her desk, holding onto the desk with both hands. Lily was on her knees, giving her dominant lover's cunt a serious cunnilingus session that she would not soon forget. "Oh my god, give it to me girl," said Terry. "You are a real pro. You've got me cumming already, Ahhhh." "Hmmm, owmmmm," said Lily. "Boy, you nailed that evil man. Nnawww, I'm sure you saw, Ahhhh, the look on his face." "Indeed. Fred has problems," said Terry. "He got, Unngghhhh, what was coming to him. Total team effort. Oh, fuck that's good Lily. Aahhhh, more of that." Lily was jilling Terry, the two fingers of her right hand moving steadily inside her, her mouth rocking her clit. Her left hand had been massaging Terry's perfect ass, but it had a mind of its own. Occasionally she felt for Terry's wondrous tits, molding them, and massaging them briefly. Her left index finger found Terry's beautiful asshole and started putting pressure there. Lily put the finger in her mouth and got it all nice and wet. Then she found the hole again and started putting pressure on the sphincter, first with one finger, then with two. She was encouraging it to "give up" its dark treasures. "Oh my, a little asshole play, my dear?" Terry wondered. She immediately became pre-orgasmic, her nectar flowing freely from her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she felt Lilly alternate her right hand with her mouth on her pussy, wanting to catch all the flow. "Sluurrrrp, sluurrrrp," Lily was slurping at Terry's fountain; there was suddenly just so much of it. "It's just like with you and Olive a couple weeks ago, Unnhhhh," said Terry. "I can't stop that movie that's been playing, Ahhhh, in my mind. Lily and Olivia. Oohhhh. Olivia and Lily. So fucking hot." "I love her," Lily said. "We're hanging out after dinner tonight to study, in my room. I can't get Olivia out of my head. Of course, we'll fuck, even if there is a chance of my mother discovering us. Wouldn't you?" "Hell yes," said Terry. "You only live one life and you should live that to the fullest. Do her, baby girl: anywhere and everywhere." >>>>Please $5 or $10 to Nifty.org today!<<<<