Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 09:35:37 -0700 From: Sarah lovely Subject: Mrs. Lawrence I knew I was gay before I knew what being gay was. I wanted to marry beautiful princess when I grew up, but pretty quickly I learned that if I told anyone that, I would be laughed at or scolded. So by the time I was twelve and beginning to hit puberty, I knew to keep my desires hidden. I had a couple of friends with whom I compared changing bodies with, excitedly showing off our growing breasts, and our first pubic hairs. I wanted to do so much more, but I was too afraid to say anything or make a move, so nothing much happened. When I was twelve I developed a huge crush on my best friend Shelly's mom, Mrs. Lawrence. She was thirty five, in great shape, with long blonde hair and an amazing bum that I fell in love with. I always wanted to go over to her house, rather than have my friend come over to mine, so I could be closer to Mrs. Lawrence. She started featuring regularly in my shower time fantasies, and I must have touched myself dozens of times thinking of her. Mrs. Lawrence was always kind to me, though Shelly hated her mom. I couldn't see why. They were always fighting, and it was usually Shelly's fault. She was always talking back to her mom, and being rude for no reason. Mrs. Lawrence even had to spank Shelly for back talk one time when I was over. It was starting to affect my friendship with Shelly, as I couldn't understand why she was so mean to her wonderful mom. I kept my mouth shut, however, because I didn't want Shelly to stop inviting me over. In late September, a few weeks after we started grade eight and turned thirteen, Shelly invited me to a sleepover. Her parents were going to some work party and wouldn't be home till late, so we were planning on renting some movies and getting a pizza. I was disappointed that I wouldn't see much of Mrs. Lawrence that night, but movies and pizza would be fun too. Plus, Shelly said she had a surprise for me. My dad dropped me off at Shelly's house at 6.30. I went inside and Shelly's parents were getting ready to head out for the night. "Hello Mrs. Lawrence," I said. "You look beautiful!" She was wearing this great gown, had her hair up in curls and was wearing a necklace and pearl earrings. "Thanks Amanda, and how many times do I have to ask you to call me Bonnie?" She laughed. "You and Shelly have fun! There's money on the counter for pizza. Don't stay up too late, we should be home by midnight. Shelly is up in her room, why don't you go say hi?" With that she and her husband left. I watched her go, admiring her bum, which I think she noticed as she looked at me in the hallway mirror. Blushing like mad, I ran up the stairs to Shelly's room. Shelly was blaring One Direction when I got there, but she turned it off as soon as I arrived and hopped off her bed to give me a hug. "So what's the surprise?" I asked her. She looked at me very seriously and said, "You have to promise not to tell." I rolled my eyes at her. "Duh. Now tell me!" Shelly went over to her dresser, and grabbed something from the top drawer. "Check it out!" She said, and showed me what she had. There was a bottle of rum and a ziplock bag with a couple of joints in it. "Is that weed? Where did you get that?" "My boyfriend," Shelly said with a big smile. "You have a boyfriend? Since when? Why didn't you tell me!" "'Cause it's a secret, duh. He's 22, so he can buy booze and stuff." "Eww, gross, that's almost ten years older than you!" I told her. "Do you guys have sex and stuff?" "He took my virginity over the summer, and I give him a blowjob every time I see him. He's sweet, and so much nicer than guys our age. Plus he got me rum and weed!" Shelly could tell I wasn't convinced, but just shrugged. "Come on, lets go make rum and cokes and order pizza!" We went down to the kitchen and Shelly mixed up a pair of pretty strong rum and cokes while I ordered the pizza. We headed over to the living room and browsed Netflix for a bit, eventually deciding on 21 Jump Street. We just started when the doorbell rang for the pizza. Shelly jumped up to get it, but before she left the room she winked at me and said, "Watch this!" She quickly pulled off her shirt, and got rid of her bra. I stared at her 30 AA tits topped by puffy pink nipples until she put her shirt back on half a second later. Her shirt was tight and thin enough that I could still make out every detail. "I hope the pizza boy likes the tip!" she said, her nipples tightening up and poking out of her shirt even more as she said it. I followed Shelly to the door, partially to see the pizza boy's reaction, partially to keep looking at Shelly's tits, though I was trying to be discrete about it. I don't think she noticed. Shelly opened the door and I burst out laughing. The pizza 'boy' was a fat woman who must have been at least thirty. She saw me laughing, then took a look at Shelly and figured it out. "Expecting your boyfriend?" she asked, shaking her head at Shelly's barley hidden tits. Shelly's face turned bright pink, and she slammed the door in the woman's face almost before managing to hand over the cash and get our pizza. "I don't think she liked the tip," I said, holding my sides I was laughing so hard. "Shut up!" Shelly said, still blushing like crazy. "She's probably a fat dyke who is fingering herself already." That shut down my laughter. I hadn't told anyone that I was a lesbian. Shelly, like most of the other girls at school, was always talking about how gross dykes and lesbos were and accusing less popular girls of being queer. I made myself stop staring at her boobs so I wouldn't give myself away. The pizza and the movie were good, and we kept drinking rum and cokes until the bottle was finished. It wasn't that big - Shelly called it a 'mickey' - but it was enough that we were both pretty tipsy by the time the movie was over. I was starting to have a lot of trouble not sneaking glances at Shelly's tits, but she was too drunk to notice. "Let's smoke a joint before the next movie!" Shelly declared, standing up and stumbling over to the table where she left the baggie with the weed. "In here?" I asked. "Won't your parent's smell it?" "No stupid, we'll smoke it outside in the backyard. Come on!" Shelly also grabbed the empty bottle of rum and a pack of her mom's cigarettes from the kitchen. We stumbled outside, leaning on each other from time to time. I was really dizzy from the rum. It was my first time getting drunk. Shelly left me on the deck and ran up to the fence, then threw the rum bottle into the alley. "Disposing of evidence!" she giggled. We sat down at the outside table the Lawrence's had in their backyard, and Shelly took one of the joints from the ziplock. "How do we smoke it?" I asked. "Just do what I do," Shelly said, then stuck one end in her mouth. She used one of her mom's lighters to get a flame, then held it to the end of the joint. She puffed on it a few times to get it going, then inhaled deeply, took the joint from her mouth and held her breath for about five seconds. Then she broke out coughing, a big puff of stinky smoke coming out every time she did. She handed me the joint as she recovered from her coughing fit, and I looked at it suspiciously. "Give it a try! It feels really good, and the coughing isn't that bad. Just take a deep puff, and hold it for as long as you can." I steeled up my nerves, and did what Shelly told me. The joint smelled like a combination of pine trees and someone's butt, but I wasn't going to chicken out. Everyone (aside from the stupid anti-drug stuff at school) said it was fun, and I didn't want Shelly to think I was a wimp. I did like Shelly told me, and took a long drag. I handed the joint back to her as I held my breath. I was proud of myself that I held it for at least six seconds, longer than Shelly, before I broke out into a coughing fit of my own. We finished the joint like that, passing it back and forth, coughing madly each time, which got funnier and funnier as we smoked more of the joint. After the joint was done, Shelly threw the last unsmokable bit of it in the alley after the rum bottle. When she sat back down, I was staring up at the sky, rolling my head around on my shoulders and enjoying the sensation of being stoned. Shelly took a cigarette and lit it up, the slid the pack and the lighter over to me. "It's supposed to make the high better," she told me, so I started smoking one of my own. We sat out on the deck, smoking and gossiping. All the rum and coke was starting to make me have to go pee, but I was having too much fun to head inside. Then Shelly said something really funny about one of the girls in our class and her terrible BO, and I couldn't hold it in any more. I was laughing like crazy, and suddenly my bladder just let go. I couldn't stop it, and it just kept going and going. "Gross!" Shelly yelled. "You're getting pee everywhere!" I wasn't, really, it just soaked through my jeans and left me sitting in a puddle of piss. I was lucky as I wasn't wearing my shoes, as the pee even ran down my pant legs and got my socks wet. Fortunately the deck chair was plastic, so the pee didn't soak in. For some reason I thought it was hilarious and just kept laughing, while Shelly declared, "Something's wrong with you. Let's get this cleaned up before my parents get home. Stay here, I'll get you a towel." Shelly ran into the house, and I managed to stop laughing. I striped off my now soaked jeans, socks, and panties. Shelly came back out with a towel and a plastic garbage bag. She held them out to me with one hand, and held her nose with the other. "You smell like pee. Dry yourself off, then go toss your stuff in the laundry, I'll hose off the deck." Shelly seemed a lot more together than I was, she must have been more used to the rum and weed. I kept giggling as I dried my legs with the towel. When I got to my crotch with its almost invisible tuft of hair the towel felt so good that I let out a small moan and kept rubbing for a second, before I remembered where I was. I quickly looked up, but fortunately Shelly was grabbing the hose and not looking, so she didn't see me. I tossed all of my stuff into the plastic bag, and headed inside to throw it in the laundry. On the way downstairs I grabbed my backpack so I could put on my pj's. When I got to the laundry room, I tossed my wet clothes and the towel into the laundry and started it up. There was also a big bin of what looked like Mrs. Lawrence's laundry in the room, and curiosity got the better of me. I started rummaging around in it, until I hit paydirt. There was a pair of Mrs. Lawrence's panties. They were blue lacy boy shorts, and looked so sexy. I pulled them out to take a better look. There was a faint brown mark at the back that I decided to ignore, but in the crotch it was all crusty. It looked like my panties after I had been horny all day. Between the panties and the rub with the towel earlier, I was suddenly as horny as I had ever been. I held the panties to my face and tried to smell Mrs. Lawrence on them. The smell was pretty faint, but I could smell her vagina. I slid my other hand into my pajama bottoms and started rubbing myself again. I was already a bit damp, so I ran my finger up my slit to get it wet, and started to play with my button. It was starting to feel really good, and I took another big sniff of Mrs. Lawrence's panties, when suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs. "You ok down there?" Shelly called. "Ya," I yelled back, yanking my hand out of my pants. "Just putting on my pjs. Be up in a sec." Disappointed that my rubbing was cut short, I stuffed Mrs. Lawrence's panties into my backpack and headed back upstairs. Since Mrs. Lawrence and her husband would be getting home soon, we decided to go to bed. I was sleeping in my sleeping bag on a blowup mattress in Shelly's room while she slept in her bed. We talked and giggled for a while, and I made her swear not to tell anyone about my accident before she rolled over and started snoring. I was still really worked up from the rum, the weed, and Mrs. Lawrence's panties. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep, but I didn't want to do anything with Shelly in the room. I would die if she caught me rubbing myself. I slipped out of my sleeping bag, and grabbed my backpack. I left Shelly's room as quietly as I could and went to the bathroom down the hall. Once inside, I closed the door behind me and turned on the light. Taking Mrs. Lawrence's panties out of my backpack I held them to my nose again, trying to take in her smell. At this point I was so worked up that there was only one thing to do. I had been playing with myself for almost a year, but I had never been quite this worked up before. Taking off my pajama pants I could still faintly smell my pee, along with the scent of my vagina, but I didn't care. I took off my shirt so I was completely naked. My nipples were hard as they had ever been, standing out from my practically nonexistent boobies. Sitting down on the toilet I held the panties to my face with one hand while the other started to stroke my vaj. Sliding a finger from the bottom of my slit to the top, the wetness surprised me. I had never been this wet before. I could even feel some of my juice slide down from my vaj onto my butthole, which tickled a little but felt good. I started rubbing faster and faster on my button, occasionally dipping my finger down to slide a little inside. I kept smelling Mrs. Lawrence's panties. It was then that an even dirtier thought crossed my mind. I reluctantly took my hand from my crotch, and stretched the panties between my hands so that I could lick the crotch. In all honesty the taste wasn't that great, mostly like sweat and a little bit like fart when my tongue went over the light brown streak, but there will still hints of Mrs. Lawrence's vagina. Unable to keep my hand away from my crotch any longer, I stuffed the panties completely into my mouth and started sucking on them. One hand flew back to my vaj and started rubbing furiously at my button while the other started to squeeze gently on my right boob. It was then that the door opened, and Mrs. Lawrence stood there looking at me. I hadn't heard them get home. She looked at me, naked and sitting on the toilet with legs spread, hand on my vaj and her panties in my mouth. I froze, and couldn't think of anything to do or say. She crossed her arms and looked at me for what felt like years, and I didn't move. "Keep going," Mrs. Lawrence said eventually, with an unreadable look on her face. I was still too frightened to move. "Now, slut!" she snapped, and I instantly began furiously rubbing my button again. Mrs. Lawrence kept looking into my eyes as I played with the little nub at the top of my slit, and I couldn't look away. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. I was lost in a haze of arousal, sucking on this beautiful woman's dirty underwear as she watched me play with myself. Within seconds I had the biggest orgasm of my life, squeezing my thighs so tightly around my hand that I was afraid it might break, letting out a loud moan only partially stifled by the panties in my mouth. Mrs. Lawrence watched me the whole time. When my post orgasm shudders finally stopped, she sniffed the air, said, "Smells like piss and cunt in here," then turned around and left, shutting the door behind her. The next morning when Shelly and I woke up and came down for breakfast, Mrs. Lawrence was in the kitchen cooking. "Good morning girls. Did you two have fun last night? You were both asleep by the time we got home," she said as she made us pancakes. "Ya," Shelly said as she sat down. "The pizza was good and we watched a movie. Nothing too exciting." I was confused. Was Mrs. Lawrence pretending that she hadn't caught me with her panties last night? I didn't say anything, just sat down and started eating. "I found some of your clothes in the wash Amanda. I tossed them into the dryer. Did you have an accident?" Mrs. Lawrence asked me. I felt my face turn bright red as I remembered peeing my jeans the night before. "Amanda just spilt some coke on her pants, so we decided to wash them," Shelly said. She had clearly thought of an excuse in advance. "No problem. They should be ready before you go home dear," Mrs. Lawrence said and served me some pancakes. I was too confused and frightened to say anything and just ate in silence, staring at my plate. When we had all finished breakfast, Mrs. Lawrence said, "Why don't you do the dishes Shelly, and I'll get Amanda her clothes so she can get changed before her dad picks her up." Shelly let out a theatrical sigh, but started clearing the table. I didn't move until Mrs. Lawrence got to the door of the kitchen, looked back at me and said, "Come along Amanda. We don't want to send you home in your pajamas." Reluctantly, I got up from the table and followed her. Mrs. Lawrence went down the stairs to the laundry room, then and closed the door after us as soon as I entered. She looked me up and down while I stood there, staring at the floor. "You didn't spill coke on yourself, did you?" she asked me. I kept looking at my feet as I answered, "No. I had an accident." "That's what I thought after I smelt you last night. You smelled like piss and dirty pussy. In fact," Mrs. Lawrence said as she leaned over so her face was right next to mine, and sniffed, "you still do." My face turned bright red from embarrassment, and I managed to say, "Please don't tell anyone. I won't do it again, I promise!" I was almost crying. "Shhh," she said, and started stroking my face. "I won't tell anyone if you don't. Now, let's get you dressed." She walked over to the dryer and pulled my clothes out. She looked at me expectantly, and after a few seconds said, a little impatiently, "What are you waiting for? Strip." For a second I was too stunned to do anything, then I began taking off my clothes, still looking at the floor. I could feel Mrs. Lawrence's eyes on my naked body. She slowly walked over to me, carrying my panties fresh from the dryer in her hand. When she bent over and kissed me softly on my mouth, I almost fainted from shock. I stood there trembling as the kiss continued, and I felt her run my panties, still warm from the dryer, over my small breasts. Then she moved her hand lower and began rubbing the mound between my legs, still using my panties. I felt myself getting incredibly wet down there from a combination of fear and arousal. She pushed the lips of my slit apart, and ran the panties up and down a few times, then began to rub the button at the top. Mrs. Lawrence's mouth opened, and I felt her tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth, and her tongue slipped inside. I moaned into her mouth as she kept rubbing me with her panty covered fingers. I didn't know what to do, and stood there trembling like a leaf. Mrs. Lawrence's other hand came up to my chest and started to pinching my nipples one at a time. It hurt a little bit, but at the same time felt amazing. I'm not sure how long the kissing, rubbing and pinching went on for. It felt like years, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes when I felt a familiar wave start in my button and wash over me. I moaned even louder into Mrs. Lawrence's mouth and my knees buckled. Mrs. Lawrence broke the kiss as I slide to the floor. She looked down at me, then showed me my panties. They were blue and white striped, and now I could see that they were damp from where she had rubbed me. "Since you stole a pair of my dirty panties, I think I'll keep these," she said. Then she turned and opened the door to leave the laundry room. Looking back over her shoulder, she told me, "You should get dressed quickly, otherwise Shelly might come looking for you." I lay there on the floor for another minute, trying to process what had happened. Finally I stood up and got dressed - without my panties. I went back upstairs and watched some tv in a daze while I waited for my dad to come pick me up.