Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 10:28:52 EDT
From: RALFYRILEY@aol.com
Subject: Non-Swimmer!

My second year as a teacher was a very eventful one in oh so many ways. My 
boyfriend Paul, of three years took off saying he couldn't live HIS life in 
my classroom. He went on in detail to explain how I brought too much work 
home, and left no time for HIM!! To be honest I was glad when he left, but I 
didn't realise how lonely I'd become. Work filled my every working moment, 
perhaps Paul had a point after all.
  On a cold November day it fell to me to take the girls to the swimming 
baths. They weren't my class,but were third year juniors.(ten year olds) All 
I had to do was supervise getting on and off the bus, and generally help 
Pauline the swimming teacher,when they got in the baths. The children were 
well behaved and all seemed to be going perfectly. All the kids were lined up 
at the water side, ready to start, when, having counted up, I realised there 
was one girl missing. I went into the the changing rooms in search of the 
missing swimmer, leaving the Pauline to begin the lesson alone.
 The changing room seemed empty, but as I pushed the toilet door open the 
missing pupil came into view. Jan Peters was sat astride the toilet, crying 
loudly. I didn't notice her costume at first. It lay on the floor beside her, 
leaving her naked, sobbing on the toilet. Jan told me that her new costume 
was too small, and she couldn't get it on. I offered to help her put it on, 
and with a smile accepted my help. 
  Only as she stood up did I notice her perfect young body. To this point in 
my life, I had had no inclinations toward ANY females, but young Jan was to 
change all that!
   I picked up her costume, but found myself staring at her, particularly her 
forming breasts, and the tiny tufts of soft black pussy hair. She stepped 
forward, putting her feet into the costume and thrusting her hips and breasts 
toward me. Unable to resist, I took the tiny nipple into my mouth. Almost 
immediately Jan pulled me tight to her, rubbing my hair as she did so. Her 
tiny breast was swelling in my mouth, so I switched to the other one, sucking 
hungrily. Jan felt limp in my arms, but I felt her hand tracing the line of 
my bra at the back, pausing over the clips, and with great skill, undid it 
through my blouse and jumper. At that I jumped back but by then the small 
hands gently closed around my breasts as the nipples hardened instantly. 
Expertly Jan flipped my limp bra up, exposing my breasts. I went to protest 
but a small finger hushed me. This kid was an expert at this, the teacher was 
about to get her first lesson! Jan sucked at me, roughly, hurting me a 
little. Before I realised it, two small, expert hands were up my skirt, 
tugging at my knickers and tights. I loooked down as Jan eased my tights and 
knickers down. As they reached my ankles she pushed me gently back, but in 
retaining my balance I had stepped out of my underwear! This small girl was 
taking control, and I was helpless. She inserted three small fingers into my 
now sopping pussy. With smooth stokes she brought me to wave after wave of 
pleasure The noise of the children in the pool suddenly filled my ears, I 
stumbled backward stuttering to Jan that she could get dressed and wait for 
the lesson to end..... To my surprise she nodded, but only on the 
understanding that my bra remained with her, as a kind of trophy I suppose.. 
I agreed, unable to think of a reason to say no. She gratefully took my bra, 
clearly enjoying my struggle to get it fully off. I returned to the pool-side 
and helped Pauline conclude the lesson. Pauline asked if I was O.K. as I 
looked 'a bit flushed.' At that moment a partlyclothed girl appeared in the 
changing room doorway. A knowing look flowed into Paulines's face. At this 
moment I realised how pretty Pauline was, and I also knew that Jan had 
obviously tried something similar with her.
 After the lesson we returned to school, exchanging neither words or glances. 
Although I saw Jan every day at school, she kept her distance. Then out of 
the blue, she came up to me when I was on yard duty to tell me something in 
confidence. We arranged to meet at lunch time in my room. I wondered what the 
news could be..
   Jan arrved on time and as she crossed the classroom floor she stepped out 
of her knickers. With a wicked grin she suggested I do the same. As I rose 
from my desk Jan pushed me back into my seat, and reached up my skirt roughly 
pulling at my tights and pants.  She was not going to be able to remove them 
without help, but I was more than willing to help and eased my bottom off the 
the seat, as Jan roughly pulled my undies off. My underwear went straight to 
Jan's nose, and she then set to lick and kiss my sweaty pants. I was helpless 
as she hoisted up my jumper, and on finding no blouse, uncovered a breast and 
began biting it. I will admit it hurt a bit but I let her get on with it as I 
felt the damp patch growing between my shaking legs. Suddenly a ringing sound 
filled my ears - lunch-time was over. Jan left taking my pants with her, 
leaving me hers as a momento. I made sure that I was never alone with her 
again, although  did notice how friendly she became with the swimming teacher 
in the weeks that followed. I wondered if Pauline had enjoyed Jan's tasty 
little tits, or if Jan had managed to get her pants off. Pauline was well 
worth the effort!!
 The one good thing that come out of all this was that it made me realise my 
sexuality. I now share my life with a lovely lady...Pauline..Thanks for that 
Jan, I sometimes wonder though what you would have tasted like!!!! 
                                      By  Linda