Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2019 13:38:55 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: The History Lesson The History Lesson by Misty Meadow My friend Becky and I are in my bedroom. It's nice to be alone with her. School has just let out and Mom won't be home for hours. Becky's so beautiful with her long blond hair and her big blue eyes. Unlike me, she's just started growing boobs. Last week she let me look at them, just faint swellings on her chest, but her nipples are much bigger than mine. My parents are Japanese so my hair is black but my eyes are just as big as Becky's and my glasses make them look even bigger. We're both twelve, in sixth grade, and most of our class have got boobs, especially the fat kids. We're late developers but we're going to grow up with figures like super models. We're sitting side by side on the end of my bed, looking at ourselves in the mirrored closet doors, two pretty little preteens in school uniforms with white ankle socks. "Mika, why was Miss Latimer staring at you during history this afternoon?" I giggle. "You noticed, huh? Yeah, I wondered why she was staring until I realized that I was sprawled in my seat with my knees spread and she was looking at my knickers." "So what did you do?" "Nothing. She can look at my knickers if she wants, I don't care. I just sat there. Okay, maybe I opened my legs a little wider, but that was just carelessness." "You're a little tease, Mika. I think Miss Latimer has a thing for you, 'cos she's a lez." "How do you know?" "Last week, as we were leaving the classroom, she asked me to stay behind to discuss some work I'd submitted the previous day. She was sitting at her desk and I stood beside her. She put her arm round my hip, so I leaned in and put my hand on her other shoulder. She kept on talking as her hand slid down my thigh then up it again, but this time inside my skirt." "Wow! That's amazing! You never told me." "I wasn't sure how you'd react. Anyway, she fondled my butt cheeks, squeezing them." "What did you do?" "Nothing. I just let her do it. Okay, maybe I pressed my hip against her shoulder, but that's all." "Go on," I say, eager to hear more. "Someone came in. We nearly got caught. She definitely a lez, though." "She's very good looking. A few girls have a crush on her." She looks at me and grins. "Like you, Mika." "Oh, no," I say, blushing. "I have a crush on you, Becky." I say it as a joke, but I want to deflect her attention from the fact that I do have a crush on Miss Latimer. Becky snorts derisively. To change the subject, I say, "Imagine Miss Latimer is on the other side of the mirror looking at us." I spread my knees wide. "This is what she'd see." My white cotton knickers are clearly visible. I lift the hem of my skirt to clean my glasses, a little trick I use whenever I wanna let someone see up it. Then I lean back, my upper body propped up on my elbows, my short skirt bunched up. "I wish I had some transparent knickers, then she'd be able to see my pee-pee." "That's a word for little girls. Call it what it is, a cunt." "Okay," I say, willing to go along with anything she says. "Your mom's never gonna let you wear transparent knickers, but you could wear none at all. Just take 'em off at lunch time and spend the history lesson letting Miss Lezzy Latimer look at your cunt." I giggle. "I'll pretend to be Miss Latimer and you can be yourself," she says. I reach up my skirt, pull my panties off and toss them aside. "Ooh, Miss Latimer," I say in a faked shocked voice, "you're looking up my skirt." "You're a bad girl, Mika," Becky says in a deep voice, a lousy imitation of Miss Latimer. "You've got no knickers on. You'll have to stay after school." We giggle. She stands up and sits on the chair in front of my dressing table. I jump up and stands beside her. "Now, Mika, this essay you wrote, it's terrible. Come closer and look." I press my hip against her and she puts her hand on my other hip, then slides it down and up inside my skirt, recreating her earlier adventure. She strokes my butt cheeks, but then goes further, running her palm up the inside of my thigh until I feel the edge of her forefinger pressing against my cunt. "Oh, Mika," Becky says, still with the fake voice, "you've been a naughty girl. I'll have to spank you." I giggle. "I'll have to take you across my knee and lift your skirt and spank your bare bum!" "Oh, no!" I cry, in fake horror. "Don't hurt me!" We're both giggling as I lie across her thighs and let her lift my skirt up. Then I feel her hand caressing my cheeks. "You have a lovely bum, Mika," she says, "but I have to spank it." She gives me six playful slaps and I cry in fake pain and then I stand up, my skirt still bunched up round my waist. Becky stares at my cunt and I feel a warm glow spreading from it throughout my whole body. I turn and look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit that dressed (or undressed, whatever), I look pretty sexy. I go into pretend mode again. "Look at me, Miss Latimer, do you think I'm sexy?" "And look at me," says Becky, stepping up to the mirror, lifting her skirt up, holding it with her chin and sliding her pale blue knickers down to mid thigh then letting them fall to her ankles. "Do I have a nice cunt, too?" We're giggling uncontrolably. I push her backwards so that she falls on the bed and I sit beside her, staring at her cunt. She has a few whisps of blond hair just above it. She lies there, letting me look. "You have pubic hair!" I say, envy in my voice. "Can I touch it?" "You can do anything you like, Mika." Her words make my stomach churn with excitement. I brush my fingertips over her mound, feeling the softness of the hair, then move my hand down and run my middle finger up and down her slit. I'm in a strange mood, feeling like I want to tell her all my secrets, so I say, "This is what I do to myself in bed at night. It makes me feel all nice and tingly." "I do it too. All girls do it. Let me show you how I do it." She pushes my hand away and lays her middle finger in her crack, then rubs it up near the top in a circular motion. "Now you try it." I follow her lead, gently stroking her with my fingertips. She stares down at my hand. "That feels awesome!" she says. "Let me do it to you." I lie back, my whole body aglow and when her finger touches me, an electric charge shoots through me and I let out a little gasp. She moves it round and round, then gently probes my vagina, pushing her finger in just a little way. "You're wet," she says. "That means you're enjoying it." "Are we becoming lesbians, like Miss Latimer?" "Maybe we are, but I don't care. If it feels good, I'm gonna do it." "Lesbians kiss," I say. "I've never been kissed by a girl." "Pretend I'm Miss Latimer," she says leaning over and pressing her lips against mine. They feel so soft and warm and I'm swimming in joy. I feel her tongue push at my lips and I part them, letting her in and then I push back, my own tongue going into her mouth. I don't have to pretend anything. This is so thrilling just as it is, Becky kissing me! My head is swimming. Finally, we come up for air. I stand, find my knickers and pull them all the way up, tugging the waist up to make a nice camel toe, then turn to look at Becky, my skirt still hoisted. "You look sexy like that, you little tease," she says. "If Miss Latimer could see you now, she'd cum in her knickers." She stands and pulls her own knickers back up and I sit down on the bed. She moves in front of me, her skirt still lifted and I put my hands on her butt and pull her towards me. I plant a kiss on her lower abdomen, then lean back and look up at her, adoringly. She gazes down at me, then pulls my head against her tummy and pulls her skirt down over the back of my head. I caress her cheeks and push my nose against her mound, turning my head from side to side. She pushes her hips forward, pressing against my face. "Mmm, this is nice," I say, hoping to make it last, "much better than just looking up your skirt." "I've got an idea," she says, lifting her skirt from my head and stepping back. "Why don't we go to Miss Latimer's house? I know where she lives." "My mom will be home soon." "Now now. Maybe Saturday morning. We could find some stupid reason to knock on her door. I bet she'd let us in and then . . ." "We could let her look at our knickers." I feel my stomach churn with excitement. "Or do anything she wants. She might put her hand up my skirt again. Maybe I'm starting to get a crush on her." "Me too," I say, omitting to say that I've had that crush the whole time. "She could teach us to be proper lesbians," I say. "I think I really wanna be a lesbian when I grow up." "Why wait till then?" I try to imagine what it'd be like if Miss Latimer touched me like Becky just did, or, vice versa. ________________________________________________________ It's Saturday morning and Becky is at my house again. She has on a short flared skirt and a camisole top. I'm standing in front of the mirror in my brand new white knickers, bought at Marks & Spencers, full cut, that come almost up to my belly button, and a white cotton cami. "I wish my undies were sexier," I say. "Don't worry; Miss Latimer is gonna just love you. I think your knickers are perfectly fine." I slide the closet door open and look for a dress. "Something really short," advises Becky. I pick a sun dress that I haven't worn in years. It buttons all the way down the front. I was about eight when it was new. I try it on, leaving the bottom button undone. Mom would never let me wear something this short, but mom is out and she ain't gonna know. I try it on and it only just coves my bum. "Turn round and bend down," says Becky. "Oh, perfect! Lots of white cotton on display. Miss Latimer's gonna cum in her knickers." She looks at herself in the mirror and does a pirouette, letting her skirt flare out to show off her own pale blue nylon knickers. They're translucent, but unfortunately they have a cotton liner in the crotch so Becky's cunt isn't visible. "Let's go." We walk to Miss Latimer's house, chatting excitedly. We've concocted a story about being unable to find a book on her reading list at the local library and does she have a copy she can lend us? At her house, we knock on the door. It opens, and there she is, dressed in a short silk robe, belted at the waist. Even with her hair tousled and with no makeup on, she's stunningly handsome. My heart skips a beat. "Oh, what a lovely surprise," she says. "Come on in, girls. Can I get you something? Coffee? Juice?" "No thanks, Miss Latimer," we chorus. "Call me Robin. You don't have to be formal outside of school." Somehow that doesn't feel right. I'm gonna stick with Miss Latimer. "Sit down and I'll be back in a minute." "Sit on the couch," Becky whispers, "that way she'll have to sit opposite us and then she'll . . ." "Be able to look up our skirts." We giggle and sit down and Miss Latimer comes back into the room and sits, as predicted, across from us. I promptly spread my knees, just a little, not too obviously, but given the shortness of my dress, I know my knickers are visible. From the corner of my eye, I see Becky knees part. Our teacher stares at us. "That's a very short dress, Mika," she says, not disapprovingly. "Not too short, I hope," I say. "Becky thinks it is. Earlier she made me bend down to see if my panties showed." "And they did," Becky says, grinning. "Show her, Mika." I stand, turn away from Miss Latimer and bend forward, deeply. Becky says, "See what I mean." "They do show," says Miss Latimer. I sit back down, this time with my legs farther apart. "I've noticed that in class, you're inclined to sit rather carelessly, Mika. Not that I mind, but you might be giving the wrong impression to the other girls. They'll think you're showing off." "She is," says Becky, the fucking traitor. "I don't care," I say. "If anyone wants to look at my knickers, that's fine with me, right, Becky?" Becky grins. "Me too." "So yesterday, in class, were you deliberately letting me look up your skirt?' I smile. "Of course I was. I love it when people look up my dress," then, in a whisper, "especially you." "Because I was having a hard time concentrating on teaching history. My heart was racing. There's something about little girls showing off their knickers that touches a deep part of my soul." I'm astonished. I had no clue she was an undies freak. "So, while you're here in my house, you can sit any way you want. Do you always wear white?" "That's all my mom will buy me. I asked her to buy me a bra but she says I have nothing to support. She's right, I guess, but I'd like to wear a bra." "I have lots of colors," says Becky, lifting the hem of her dress and peering down at own blue knickers. "What color are you wearing, Miss Latimer?" There's a pause. Has Becky gone too far? Miss Latimer stands, unfastens the belt of her robe, then spreads it wide open. Underneath, she's totally naked. We gasp. Her pubic hair is all shaved off and her cunt lips look strangely large. "Ohmygod!" we say, simultaneously. She smiles at us, then shrugs the robe from her shoulders, and comes to sit on the couch. We move apart to make room for her. Becky's face is alight. I probably look awestruck. "You're beautiful!" I breathe. "You have lovely boobs," says Becky. "I like small boobs, much better than the big floppy ones the fat girls have." "You can touch them if you like." Holy cow! Miss Latimer really is a lez. We haven't been in her house five minutes and she's admiring our knickers and showing off her naked body and inviting us to feel her tits. "You two little angels are adorable," she says. "Go on, touch my breasts." She closes her eyes and leans back. We each caress a titty, gently squeezing. "Pinch my nipples. Pinch them hard. I like it if it hurts a little. You can kiss them and nibble on them with your teeth. Oh, that feels so good! Suck on them. Oh, you darling little babies! I'm so glad you came. If I could've selected anyone from the school, I'd have invited you two. You're both so sexy!" My head is swimming. We come up for air, and look at her flushed face and chest. The smell of sex is beginning to pervade the room. "My God! You little sweethearts have got me so excited. But here I am with not a stitch on and you girls are still fully dressed." "You want us to get naked?" Becky asks. "Absolutely. I've wanted to see you naked from the first day I started teaching your class. Get undressed, but one at a time. I want to enjoy watching you strip." "Me first!" we both yell, simultaneously. "Mika, you go first." I stand and face them. I lift the front of my dress up and pause, letting them stare as hard as they like, then I change my mind and let it drop. I start unbuttoning it from the bottom, taking my sweet time, dragging the drama out for as long as I can and then when I reach the top, I fling the dress wide open, just as Miss Latimer had done with her robe. I let the dress fall. Miss Latimer's eyes are practically popping out of her head. Then I slowly lift my vest over my head and shake my hair free. I look down at my chest. "I don't have any boobs yet." "Don't worry, my darling, I love you just the way you are." I start to slide my knickers down, just an inch at a time, gazing into her eyes. When they reach to top of my thighs, I hear a sharp intake of breath. Her jaw drops. "Oh, it's so beautiful!" she sighs. I pause; my knickers stretched from thigh to thigh, letting her drink her fill. The warm glow that I felt when Becky first glimpsed my cunt has now become a raging fire. I'm almost trembling with excitement. I lace my fingers behind my head and bring my knees together so that my knickers fall to the floor and I step out of them. "Da-Dah! I sing, my arms spread wide and a big happy smile on my face. "Look at me, Miss Latimer. I'm naked, just for you. Do you think I'm beautiful?" "I think I'm falling in love with you, my sweet, sexy little kitten." She reaches out a hand, presumably with the intention of touching my treasure, but a sudden explosion of sweet fire ignites in my cunt and spreads out through my whole body. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor. "Mika, are you all right? What happened?" cries Becky. I'm gasping for air, the waves of joy slowly subsiding. "I think she just came," says our teacher. "Ohmygod! Did you cum?" I lie there at their feet, my legs splayed awkwardly and let them gaze down at me. I smile up at her. "So that's what an orgasm feels like. Yes, I came, Becks. It was awesome!" I climb up on my knees and sit back on the couch. "Your turn now," I say, leaning back. Becky jumps to her feet. I sit and watch as she does a pirouette just like in my bedroom, then unfastens her skirt at the side and lets it fall. Her pale blue knickers have a thin strip of lace round the legs, giving them a special sexy look. She takes her camisole off to reveal a little training bra, just two triangles of nylon held together by strings. She lets us admire her for a beat, then pulls it off over her head. "Look at my tits!" she says. Miss Latimer leans forward, excitement written on her face as Becky strokes her tits, pinching her nipples and letting out little fake gasps of pleasure. She's overdoing it but I don't care. She's still amazingly sexy. Then she repeats my performance with her knickers, ending up with one foot up on the coffee table, her thigh turned outwards in a deliberate close up display of her cunt. Miss Latimer swallows hard. "I think I'm gonna pass out, my heart is pounding so much. Oh, Becky my darling, your vagina is . . ." "You mean my cunt." "Yes, your darling little cunt. It's just as beautiful as Mika's. Can I touch it?" Before Becky can agree, I jump in. "I think there should be a rule. Whatever you do to Becky or me, we get to do the same to you, okay?" Becky's face splits into a grin and Miss Latimer laughs. "You girls can do anything you want to me, anything at all." Becky and I stare at each other in amazement. "I think we should all go into my bedroom. I have a nice big king size bed we can play on." I've died and gone to heaven. Miss Latimer leads us up the stairs to her room. Her bed is huge, as wide as it's long, plenty big enough for three. She sits on the bed and leans back, supporting her weight on her elbows, gazing at us. We stand side by side, holding hands, letting her look, enjoying her gaze as she runs her eyes up and down our naked bodies. Her face is flushed with excitement. I don't know about Becky but looking at our teacher's naked body is making my head spin. "Have either of you ever been kissed by a girl?" she asks. "Becky kissed me. She pretended to be you. We were both naked and she pushed her tongue in my mouth." "Well I think you should kiss her back. Right now, Mika, take her in your arms and show me how much you love her, okay?" Becky giggles as I put my arms round her waist, but then she gets serious and puts her arms round my neck and pulls me close. Our lips meet and her mouth opens to receive my tongue. I feel her thigh push between mine and I push back, letting her rub herself against it. "Oh my God!" Miss Latimer breathes. "What a beautiful sight, two darling little virgin girls in love with each other. Just the sight of you is driving me crazy." Becky pulls away and turns to face the bed. "Mika's not in love with me. We just fool around together. It's you she's in love with, Miss Latimer. She's had a crush on you for months now. That's why she flashes her knickers in class." Once again, she betrays me. I can feel myself blushing. Miss Latimer's face lights up. "Oh, Mika, if only I'd known. I'd have invited you here long ago and we could've had such thrilling adventures. I'd have taught you everything I know about how girls make each other happy." "Well you can start now," says Becky. "Do I get to watch?" "Of course you do, Becky. I'm just as fond of you as I am of Mika. You can watch all you like, in fact, having you watch will make it all the more thrilling." "What are you gonna do to Mika," Becky asks, as though I'm not here. "Lie down, my darling." I climb on to the bed and lie with my head propped up on two pillows and Miss Latimer sits beside me. "Just relax and let it happen." She starts to caress my whole body, like a massage but gentler, her fingertips brushing me with a feather touch, starting at my shoulders then moving down over my chest, lingering at my nipples which have become erect, then over my stomach, briefly lingering at my cunt lips, then down my thigh. She starts back up again, this time lingering longer at my treasure, all the time gazing at me adoringly and whispering things like, "Oh, how sexy you are, my sweet angel, how deliciously innocent, so vulnerable and so eager to play." Becky sits on the other side of me, watching everything, her face flushed. Her hand is down between her legs but from this angle I can't see her fingers. She's probably touching her cunt. "Come on, Becky," Miss Latimer says, "you can caress her too." Becky's face lights up and her hand follows our teacher's up and down my body. "Isn't her cunt beautiful? Every time I teach you, I've wondered what it would be like to be able to touch it, Mika." Becky's fingers probe between my lips and then she uses her fingertip up at the top in that thrilling circular motion. "Yes, Becky, touch her clit. It looks like you've done that before." "We did it to each other," Becky says. "Did you kiss her cunt?" "No, we never got that far." 'What are you waiting for? Go ahead; kiss her darling sweet little cunt. Drive her crazy. Oh, my God! What a sight! Bury your face between her thighs and sent her to heaven." Miss Latimer is getting really carried away. She has her own hand between her thighs, masturbating quite openly, not caring that I'm watching her. Becky's lips on my cunt feel like nothing I've ever experienced before, causing electric thrills to run through my abdomen. Her tongue probes me, then moves up to my clit and plays with it. I'm trembling, waves of lust coursing through me. My breath is coming in gasps and I start to groan, and suddenly, I cum again, like a star shell exploding in my cunt and spreading all throughout me. Becky lifts her head and gazes at me. I can see the joy in her eyes. "I made you cum, didn't I?" I can hear a note of triumph in her voice. "Awesome!" "Now you should return the favor," Miss Latimer says to me, "and lick Becky's cunt." "No!" says Becky, to my surprise. "She should lick yours, Miss Latimer. She's in love with you and I want to see her do what she must have wanted to do for ages. Go on, lie back and let Mika have her dreams come true." My heart is pounding as Miss Latimer moves her body alongside mine, and I scootch down so that I'm kneeling between her legs. I gaze at her cunt, so much more of it than my own, her big brown lips, the pink cavern glistening with moisture, her swollen clit peeping out from under its hood; it's all so utterly thrilling. I pull her lips apart with my fingertips and gaze inside her. The aroma of her sex is powerful and makes me even more excited. I lean in and bury my face in her, furiously licking at everything my tongue can reach, slurping up her juices, thrilling at the taste until I have to come up for air. I push two fingers into her, then three. She's so relaxed they go in easily, so I add my little finger. She's gazing down at me, her excitement written all over her face. "Oh, my sweet angel, you're sending me to heaven. Put your thumb in your palm and push your whole hand inside me." I'm astonished. "Holy shit!" Becky breathes. "Go ahead, Mika, I wanna see this." My hand sides into her with almost no resistance. I'm amazed to see it disappear inside her. "Make a fist, yes, and push farther in, yes like that. Oh my God, you're filling me right up. Oh, that feels fantastic! Fuck me, Mika; fuck me with your fist." She almost shouting as my hand moves deeper inside her, feeling the warm, wet softness of her gaping cunt. Half my arm is now into her and Becky leans in, her face just inches from the action. I see her little hand move into view and watch her fingers start to play with the big, swollen clit above my arm. Miss Latimer is gasping, groaning, calling, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" as her hips push up to meet my thrusts. She lets out a final long loud groan as she cums, her eyes shut, her toes curled, then collapses back on to the bed. I slowly extract my hand, dripping with her juice, and lick it. Becky grabs my wrist and licks alongside me, lapping up all the juice she can from hand, wrist and arm, then leans back and looks at me. "Fucking awesome!" she says, then looks at the naked body of our teacher, sprawled with legs spread, juice dripping from her enflamed cunt. "My turn now," she says, pushing me aside, positioning herself between Miss Latimer's legs and burying her face in her cunt. I'm happy to let her, happy to watch, knowing that after this, Miss Latimer and I are going to be doing absolutely anything we want to each other, and when we've finished, I can do just those same things with Becky. It isn't long before Miss Latimer cums again. As she lies there, getting her breath back, I grab Becky and push her on to her back, lean over her and kiss her face, licking the pussy juice that's all over it. Then I kiss her nipples and then slide down so I can go to work on her cunt. From the corner of my eye I can see Miss Latimer staring at us, transfixed, clearly excited by what she's seeing, her two favorite students discovering the joys of lesbian sex with each other. Becky's fingers dig into my scalp as my tongue probes deep inside her. I can hear her breath getting faster and faster I suck hard on her clit and her hips suddenly thrust upwards and she cries out. "Oh, Mika! Mika! Ooooh! Whoooh! Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" "Oh, you sweet precious darlings," Miss Latimer breathes. "I've fallen in love with both of you." _______________________________________________________ It's after lunch and we're all lying on Miss Latimer's big bed. Becky and I have swapped knickers as a gesture of intimacy and our teacher wears a pair of mauve tap pants which have lace round the legs and up the sides. They're cut short enough so than if I look from the right angle, I can see her cunt up the leg. "I need to pee," says Becky. "Me, too," I say. "Can you two darlings hold on for just a few minutes and then we'll all go into the bathroom and have some pee-pee fun. Have you ever had a golden shower?" We giggle but this could be fun. "What about sex toys?" She opens the drawer of the bedside table and produces a pink vibrator shaped like a cock and a huge double ended black dildo. "We can do marvelous things with these." Then she produces another dildo that has straps attached. "You could wear this and fuck me. I can't imagine anything more thrilling than being fucked by two twelve year old girls. Okay, we'll play with these later. Now, which of you two would like to be peed on?" "Me! Me!" we both yell, simultaneously, jumping to our feet and running into the bathroom. The End.