Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 21:40:44 -0500 From: Valenti Valenti Subject: Tutoring Amanda Tutoring Amanda F/f By Valenti An amazing series of events occurred last year that changed my perspective on sex and it all happened when I returned back to teaching as a substitute teacher. You see, I used to teach full time at the local high school but when my husband passed away three years ago from a heart attack I decided to take my pension and the insurance money and retire. Well retirement only lasted for two years and then I became bored to death. I'm only 50 years old and after two years of grieving I realized retirement at this time was not for me. I landed a part time substitute teaching position with the school board working at the four county high schools in the area. At first it was one to three days a week with only one day notice as to where I might be needed the next day but recently I was asked to fill in full time in a tenth grade class for the remainder of the school year for a teacher who became ill and was not expected to return back to work until next year. The school was located at the opposite end of the large county school district from where I lived. It was a forty minute car drive on a good day. Three weeks before Spring break a new student arrived in class, her name was Amanda Stevens. Seemed like a nice kid, she was quiet and I suppose trying to make new friends. After speaking with her and reviewing some of the work she had done, Amanda began to sob and went on to explain about her learning disability and how hard it's always been for her to earn an A or a B. I offered to stay after class and tutor her if she wanted, it's not like I had anything important to attend to after school anyway. Amanda thanked me and we had about six tutoring sessions before Spring break. After Spring break we agreed to meet one night a week after school and if she preferred, I could make myself available on Saturday afternoons but she would have to get her parents approval for that. Later that week her mother phoned me. "Mrs. Franklin?" asked the voice on the other end. "Yes it is," I answered. "This is Nancy Stevens, Amanda's mom, I'm calling to thank you for taking the time to work with Amanda. She has been through a lot lately and to add her learning disability on top of that, well let's say I've seen good improvement in her interest in school," Mrs. Stevens told me. Mrs. Stevens went on to explain that because of her divorce and the need for work, she and Amanda had to move midway through the school year and it was disruptive for her. She told me how Amanda works hard studying at home after school to keep her grades up and all that studying just earns her mediocre grades and added that Amanda drives herself to succeed. Mrs. Stevens was grateful that I would tutor Amanda on Saturdays and since Amanda just got her drivers license, she could drive herself because Mrs. Stevens would be working on Saturday afternoons and nights. So almost every Saturday for the next two and half months, Amanda and I would review the week's work and we were both pleased at her progress. At first we would hit the books for about an hour and cover what we had discussed in class that week, then, take a break and just talk about what ever she wanted to. On later sessions I'd have her read a short story and from my collection and have her tell me about it. It wasn't long before Amanda had improved on her reading skills and comprehension. Right about that time, I noticed that Amanda preferred to sit beside me during the tutoring sessions as opposed to across from me at the table as before. I didn't give it much thought actually until one warm Saturday afternoon when she arrived wearing a very short pair of jean cut offs and a low cut V necked t-shirt tied in a knot in the front. "Amanda?" I said with a quizzical look on my face, "what's up with the outfit?" I asked, and by now we had become good friends. "Just a little something I found in my summer clothes bin, it's cute isn't it?" "Ah yes it is," I told her. "Does your mother know you went out of the house looking like that?" Knowing the answer already. "Actually no, I think she'd kill me, so please don't tell her" I think it's appropriate right about now to describe Amanda. Amanda is 5'3" in height, slim body tight typical teenage figure, with a cute little butt and a small flat but firm set of breasts. Her hair was long and blonde halfway down her back and she wore it neatly combed or tied back or braided. At sixteen she was the envy of any woman and I know the boys at school go out of their way to get her attention. If there was a physical flaw, it's that her breasts didn't seem to have developed at the same rate as the rest of curvy little body. She had small but cute little set of tits. Even so, as flat breasted as she was, she still looked very sexy that day wearing those shorts and t-shirt. Amanda was self conscious of her lack of breasts because she told me so during one of our afternoon talks. Throughout the tutoring sessions, Amanda and I had become good friends, like a big sister and she had become comfortable confiding in me and I actually enjoy being there for her since her mom has enough on her plate just trying to make ends meet. Anyway on this particular afternoon Amanda and I were sitting beside each other at the kitchen table as was the norm but today I sensed something different. As I listened to her read, my eyes wondered over her body and I was surprised at how grown up and sexy she looked that day. Her leg innocently touched mine underneath the table and I suddenly felt pleasant rush and butterflies in my tummy and a warm tingling feeling deep inside my pussy. What the hell I though! What the hell is going on here. Amanda was just inches away and the scent of her jasmine shampoo filled my thoughts. The rest of the afternoon was a blur for me. I was just going through the motions of tutoring that day. That night I stood in front of my full length mirror and slowly stripped to my panties and bra. I had never considered myself all that sexy but most people compliment me on how attractive I looked and I enjoy the compliments. For a 50 year-old broad I thought, I don't look too bad. As a matter of fact I began to compare my physical features to that of Amanda's and I envied her youth. How silly of me to do that I thought, but I realized I was about two inches taller than Amanda but I had about 15 pounds on her. I admired the reflection of my nude body in front of the mirror as I cupped my breasts in both hands and mentally compared them to Amanda's. My breasts are 32a, small as well but they seem to fit me perfect. Small breasts and small cup size didn't bother me too much anymore but I remember when I was Amanda's age and how important that was to me then. I thought about how self-conscience she might feel about herself and how difficult the adjustment to a new school, new friends, and a new home life must be. All the while I was staring at my image through the mirror and caressing my own breasts and visualizing Amanda's body posing beside me in front of that mirror as we compared figures. Bewildered at my thoughts that night and how horny I was feeling, I masturbated for an hour or so, had several orgasms and fell asleep. I hadn't had sex with my husband or anyone for that matter for at least two years before his passing so it had been at least five years since I last had sex at all other than satisfying myself. That is a long time for anyone, even me. About two years ago, I rediscovered the great pleasure of masturbation and lately it has been an almost nightly event that I looked forward to each evening before going to bed. Tonight was no different except for the images of Amanda dancing in my head as I closed my eyes tightly and arched my body towards yet another powerful orgasm. This new fantasy was too hot to handle and my self-pleasuring evenings had become even more intense than ever before. I had never considered the possibility of being attracted sexually to another woman, and especially not to a sixteen year old but there I was, enamored by this young woman and not sure just what to do about it. I rationalized over and over in my mind why I had been so sexually attracted to her but after awhile, I didn't care. All I knew was that I began to include Amanda in my thoughts during my personal playtime. As the semester rolled on, I noticed Amanda's self confidence at school and around her friends had improved and so had her grades. I also began to notice other female students especially some of the seniors. This was something new for me since I had never noticed other females before like I noticed them now. I was beginning to enjoy these strange new feelings and wondered how many of these girls actually played with their best friends in a sexual way. Thinking back when I was that age, I think I was horny all the time and it was so long ago, I thought. Amanda and I continued our Saturday tutoring sessions and as agreed, we would not tell any of the other students of our arrangement in case they thought she was receiving special treatment when it came to her grades. As long as her mother knew, I felt that was appropriate. On one occasion near the end of the semester, Amanda had arrived at two o'clock, the usual time. I just had the pool company open the pool for the season earlier in the week and Amanda was looking forward to a swim later but only if she did well on her practice quizzes that I had prepared. We reviewed all of the week's material from her English, Math, and Political Science classes and I gave her three practice quizzes to try and she took two and a half hours to complete all three tests. In the meantime, Amanda had worn her swimsuit underneath her shorts and T-shirt and she proceeded to get out of her street clothes while I marked her practice tests. Kidding her I told not to rush it until I finished scoring the quizzes. She scored above 78% on all of them! She was so happy she began to cry. "Hey there what's the matter Amanda?" I asked concerned at the sight of her tears. "It's just that I've never really done well in anything or any test and I never thought I could do it. You have taught me so much." Amanda said and came over to me to wrap her arms around my neck and hug me. I instinctively embraced her around the waist and held her tight. "You've been the only one that's ever shown any interest in listening to me and you've taught me so much," she repeated. "Thank you so much Mrs. Franklin for being such a friend. "I've never had a big sister and you've been such a good friend to me." She said between her tears and sobs. It was like the flood gates had opened for this girl and all of the past hurts and pains that she may have felt in the past were being released. Amanda held me tight as she laid her wet tearful face on my neck and cried. "There, there now Amanda" I said. "It's ok sweetie, it's ok, I'm so proud of you." I suddenly became very conscious that we were in a tight embrace and that Amanda had slipped out of her shorts for that swim by this time and was wearing her bikini bottoms. Her T-shirt was long and covered just below her butt cheeks. I took great pleasure in secretly feeling her tiny breasts mashing against mine as we hugged and wondered if her nipples were stiffening as mine were. I thought I felt her hips gently thrust forward, almost unnoticed, yet softly mashing her tight hard pussy against my leg. I went with the flow and lingered there for what seemed to be an eternity as Amanda tried to hold back her tears of joy. We continued to hold each other in this innocent embrace as I was beginning to feel some of the same emotions of happiness that Amanda must have been feeling at that moment. I again felt Amanda's pussy gently grinding just a little bit harder against my leg and our breasts were touching through the material that separated my hot skin and so I enjoyed the moment and tried not to be conspicuous. It felt so good to be held in someone's arms I thought. It had been so long since I had the feel of someone else's warm body and touch next to mine, even if it was another female, and even if she was only sixteen. I closed my eyes and just let my mind melt away in the moment. Amanda slowly broke away and awoke me back to reality. "Oh I'm so sorry Mrs. Franklin" wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hands, I'm so, so sorry to lay that on you" she said again apologetically. "Nothing to be sorry about Amanda" I said holding at arms length with my hands firmly on her waist. "You make me feel good knowing that I've been able to help you, and to tell you the truth, I always enjoy our talks together and listening to you. I feel like I have a friend in you Amanda." I told her. "Thanks Mrs. Franklin but still I shouldn't have done that, but you're the only one that takes the time with me and understands me. I feel as close to you as I do with my mom." "Thank you sweetie, and it's ok Amanda, really, don't cry, and to be honest with you, I like being hugged and held since no one ever holds me anymore anyway. I haven't had a nice big hug like that in a long time. I miss that the most." I told her. "I'll hug you anytime you like Mrs. Franklin, I like hugging to." She said. As if by natural instinct, we both hugged each other again for a few more moments and then slowly released our embrace and smiled at each other. "Hey! Go for that swim! You've earned, and I'll mix up a nice pitcher of iced tea." I told her... The final exams came and went and so did the school year. With the school year finished I now had plenty of time to work on the garden, read, and lounge around the pool. Around the last week in June, just after diner, I heard the doorbell ring and was delighted to see it was Amanda. I hadn't seen her since school ended and I was secretly thrilled to see her again. I must admit that I truly missed having her around and so today was turning out be a special one for me. I was immediately struck at how pretty she looked and especially today. Amanda was wearing a pair of white short shorts, a skimpy pink spaghetti strap top, and a pair of sandals. I noticed right off and in that instance, three things about her as I saw her at the entry door, one, was how tanned, fresh and sexy she looked, secondly, the flowers and the pretty gift wrapped box she was holding, and last, I couldn't help but notice her obvious small perky nipples protruding proudly through her top. "Come in please Amanda," I said excitedly, "it seems like it has been so long since I've seen you, how have you been?" "I wanted to drop these off Mrs. Franklin and I took a chance you might be in" she said. "What is it?" I asked quite surprised to receive a gift. "The flowers are from my mother thanking you for all the time you spent tutoring me and for all the progress I've made, and this is for you from me." Amanda said as she handed me the flowers and gift box. "How very sweet of you, you didn't have to do that for me, thank you." "So can I get you a cold lemonade or something?" I asked. "That would fine, thank you Mrs. Franklin. We sat on the sofa and talked for awhile about school and what her plans were for the summer and she again thanked me for helping her pass her classes. Amanda was so animated when she spoke to me, she seemed so comfortable and at ease around me and I always enjoyed her company even though there was a large age difference, but in many ways we related quite well. On this particular day the conversation shifted to boys and sex. Amanda told me she could never talk to her mother about sex and besides, her mother was always busy working afternoons and nights that they hardly saw each other these days. I asked Amanda if she had dated boys at her old school before she moved here, quite sure she wasn't dating anyone right now. "Ya, I went out a couple of times with some boys but I didn't like it much." Amanda explained. "They were so immature all they wanted was sex. I'm a little shy about that and besides I'm not very good at stuff like that" "Well it's a good idea to steer away from boys like that, you don't want to get in trouble." I consulted her. "When you were my age did you date much Mrs. Franklin?" "Not really, I met husband in high school and after college we got married." I confided in her. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question Mrs. Franklin?" "It depends what it is I suppose" I replied a little reluctantly getting up to put the flowers she brought me in a vase of water. "Is it normal to have feelings for another girl?" she asked. Taken a little by surprise, I almost dropped the vase at the sound of the question but I don't think I was obvious. "What kind of feelings?" I asked her. "Well you know, like you really like them." "You mean like a good friend would like someone" I asked, already figuring out that Amanda was about to reveal her inner most thoughts to me. I moved back on the sofa beside Amanda once again, but this time just a little closer and faced her as we spoke. Over the course of our friendship I became very aware that Amanda had developed a crush on me. I suppose it's normal for a girl her age to have a crush on her teacher but usually it would be of the opposite sex. I had to admit to myself that I was indeed sexually attracted to this young and pretty girl and I was convinced of that fact when she became part of my nightly fantasies. As wrong or perverted as it may seem, I figured Amanda masturbated, I mean what girl her age didn't, but I wondered if she ever fantasized about me. I actually hoped she fantasized about me but of course I couldn't ask. My mind carried me away for a few moments as I thought about how I should go about seducing this girl, or if I even should for that matter. "Mrs. Franklin?" she asked, reeling me back to reality, "Is it normal? "You're the only one I can ask about these things" she commented. "I suppose it's alright, if she feels the same about you, but let me ask you, have you ever been with another girl?" I questioned, figuring this conversation might lead somewhere interesting. "Do you promise not to tell my mother? She asked. "Anything we talk about Amanda is our secret and ours alone, cross my heart" I assured her. "Well when I was ten or eleven my friend Heather and me would camp out or sleep over at each other's house and sometimes we would hug each other when we watched scary movies" "Nothing wrong with that I suppose" I told her. "Is that all you two did?" I asked, knowing that Amanda was about to tell me more secrets. "Before you tell me anymore, I want you to know again that anything you tell me will be only our secret, Ok?" I asked, hoping to put her even more at ease and waiting for her to continue. Amanda was sitting on the sofa beside me, smiled and nodded, and turned to face me sitting on her foot and leg and she proceeded to hold my hands in hers. Amanda began to tell me about her girlfriend Heather, and how they learned about sex together. It seems that when she would have our sleepovers over at Heather's house, Heather's older aunt was always around, mostly when she wasn't in college or on a date and, Aunt Heather liked hanging out with us. Especially when we were getting ready for bed or take a bath. She was always willing to braid our hair and show us how to apply make-up. It was always fun when Aunt Julie was around. When we started asking about boys and stuff, and Aunt Julie showed us how to kiss a boy. She even taught us about French kissing. And most of the times the three of us would practice each other. When Aunt Julie thought we were good enough at kissing, she would leave us alone in the camper. Sometimes Heather and I would practice after she left even though we knew it was wrong. Late one night during that summer Aunt Julie came into the camper where we just lying around watching scary movies and asked if she could hang out with us guys for a while. We thought she was pretty cool and my friend Heather secretly hoped that Aunt Julie would teach us some more stuff but we'd never admit it to each other. So of course, when she asked to hang out with us, we said yes. With only the light glowing from the TV screen, we lay back on our pillows and watched the Friday 13th video. It was a really hot and that night Aunt Julie took her t-shirt off and sat there wearing her bra. She had huge tits, at least in our eyes anyway. We had nothing, flat as board and we were amazed and curious how big they seemed to us. Aunt Julie asked us if we had ever seen real tits and asked if we wanted to see them. Of course we nodded and said yes but if she showed us hers, we would have to show her ours. I was too shy so Aunt Julie said that she would let me see her bare breasts if she could touch mine and promised to keep her eyes closed and covered with her hand, not actually look. Aunt Julie removed her bra and her heavy tits came out for us to see. I guess at ten years old we thought it was pretty amazing. Heather had already started to take off her t-shirt and Aunt Julie had covered her eyes with one hand as she promised to do, and with her free hand, she was touching my flat chest and playing with my little nipples underneath my t-shirt. I was nervous at first but I liked how it felt. I looked over at Heather's flat chest and saw that she was as flat as me. Heather and I stared at Aunt Julie's bare breasts, amazed at how much bigger they were than ours and didn't say a word. Aunt Julie uncovered her eyes and told us it would Ok with her if we wanted touch her breasts that way we would know how our breasts would feel when we grew up she told us. We touched and held Aunt Julie's breasts for a few minutes and then she wanted me to take my t-shirt off. She said it only fair since both Heather and Aunt Julie had taken their t-shirts off. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and just sat there amazed at how nice it all felt. After a few minutes, Aunt Julie left and Heather and I just sat there on the camper's bed and looked at each other, each knowing what we wanted to do next but not wanting to make the first move. We were both nervous but after a few moments Heather suggested we should practice kiss on each other before we put our t-shirts back on. It became a routine with us whenever we got the chance to practice kiss and we both enjoyed taking our tops off and hugging each other tight. "I miss Heather," Amanda told me. "That was when you were ten, did you still, well you know practice kiss after that?" I had to ask, just dying to know. "Only once or twice after that, we both knew it was wrong" "But you did like kissing Heather didn't you?" "Ya, I did" she admitted. "She moved away with her family to California last year and then we moved here. You're the only other person I can talk to about my feelings." She told me. I reassured Amanda that her secrets are safe with me, and if she ever needs someone to talk to, she could always come and talk to me. I told Amanda that I liked her and that I thought she was sweet girl and that's it's quite normal for a girl her age to feel that way about another girl especially if it's a close friend. I told Amanda about my life and how lonely I get at night now. I told her how I missed cuddling and not being held now that I live alone and I went on to tell her I didn't have very many friends that I could tell my secrets to either. Amanda leaned over and gave me a hug. "I'll cuddle with you if you want Mrs. Franklin," Amanda said as she straightened her leg out from under her and I slid a little closer to her on the sofa. We were just inches away and my good sense was telling me to stop what I'm about to do but my burning wet pussy and the tingling feeling deep in my stomach was telling me otherwise. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her a little closer to me and Amanda wrapped her arms around my waist. "I'd like that very much Amanda." I told her. We held each other for a few moments as I felt the heat from her body and I savored the thought that maybe one of my new fantasies might come true. I reluctantly broke our embrace and tried to make it obvious to her that I didn't really want to but that we shouldn't. Hoping Amanda might get the hint, I told her that I liked being hugged by her and that it felt so good. I tried to change the subject and asked her what's in the box, she told to open it and find out. It was a nice set of three candles, very thoughtful of her I thought and I thanked her. By now it was starting to get dark and figured this is a good time if any to see how far we, or should I say she would go. "If it's Ok with you Amanda, why don't I light those lovely candles you brought me and we'll watch a video and we can cuddle." "Sounds Ok to me." She replied. I lit the candles and asked her to make some popcorn and get herself a coke. We sat back on the sofa and it was Amanda who moved over closer to me. She leaned on me and made herself comfortable. This was a surprise to me but I was in heaven. "I like cuddling" I told her, and Amanda replied that she did to. Amanda and I sat and cuddled on the sofa for a few minutes watching TV as I gently, slowly, but not too obvious, moved my hands up and down her shoulders and arms. Amanda placed her free hand on my thigh and was slowly caressing my leg. I decided to go for it and I leaned my face down towards hers and asked her if she wanted to try practice kissing with me. Amanda stared up at me but she couldn't speak. I felt her trembling in my arms and her eyes were telling me yes. I lowered my face closer to hers and she moved her lips to mine and we kissed. The kiss was slow and soft. Amanda had let out a small involuntary moan and so did I. Gently, we continued to kiss and then I boldly used my tongue to force her mouth open as we French kissed. "Have you ever French practice kissed before" I mumbled, asking her as if I was seeking permission from her to proceed. Amanda just nodded her head in a no jester and continued to suck on my tongue in her mouth. We stretched out on the sofa and I lay beside her. Amanda was still trembling but I'm sure it was from the excitement and not from fear. She squirmed around beside me trying to make contact every part of my body to hers. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her, before we too far. "Oh yes, Mrs. Franklin, I have wanted to kiss you for so long, please teach me everything" she begged. I led Amanda up to my bedroom and stood behind her in front of the full-length mirror where I had admired myself as well as fantasized about Amanda so many times before. I being just slightly taller than her, began to slip the thin straps of her top off her shoulders and lifted her top off over her head. I cupped both of her small hard perky breasts in each hand and rubbed them. All the while both of us stood staring through that mirror at our images. Her small dark nipples were erect and so were mine. I kissed the nape of her neck and moved my hands down find the clasp of her shorts. Gently I unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. The cute little white panties she was wearing revealed her excitement as I gently rubbed her wet spot with the palm of my hand. I slipped my index finger into her wet tight pussy and Amanda stiffened as she leaned her head back into me. Amanda was reaching behind her trying to feel for my ass and thighs. I turned her around to face me and pulled my t-shirt up over my head. With Amanda just inches away, I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. We embraced each other tightly for a few moments and kissed hotly thrashing our tongues in and out of each other's mouths all the while our bare breasts contacting and mashing into each other. "God I'm so hot for you Amanda" I whispered, "I want to make love to you" I panted in ear once again. I slipped my fingers in behind the waistband of her soaked panties and forced them to the floor. I cupped both cheeks of her tight little ass with my hands and rubbed and caressed for a few more moments as we grinded into each other's pussies. I broke it off just enough to remove my shorts and panties and we continued to rub each other's pussies. I could tell Amanda was very excited to say the least! I guided her to the bed and we lay beside each other. "I've never done anything like this before," I reassured her, but I want try things with you" "Do you like it when we rub our pussies together?" I asked, and Amanda once again just nodded. We lay beside each other on the bed and I positioned ourselves so that Amanda could hump her pussy against mine. I loved doing this and I could tell that Amanda did as well. Amanda suddenly stiffened and let out a small moan indicating to me she had just cum. I continued to hump her until I came as well. We rested for a few minutes, holding each other tightly and I positioned Amanda at the end of the bed with her legs dangling down the side. I got on my knees on the floor at the end of the bed and began to kiss and lick her tight fuzzy pussy. Amanda went crazy with excitement as I sucked and licked her and do things to her she had never experienced. I raised her legs and rested them on my shoulders as I continued to suck her soaking wet pussy and play with her stiffened nipples with my fingers. I was very surprised how well I could do this and how natural I felt doing it. I was so sexually aroused and knew there was no turning back now. I had never done this before but I knew I loved it, and savored my want for pleasure for the moment. I suppose all those years of no sexual activity with another was showing through since I couldn't get enough right now of what I was doing. Amanda on the other hand was in a state of no return. If she had not done this before, she sure was taking it all in now and I knew she would want more. Amanda came again and very intense from what I could tell. We lay beside each other for a few minutes just taking each other in and allowing Amanda to slow her breathing down and relax. "This must be our secret, Amanda." I whispered, and she motioned to agree. That evening Amanda stayed with me until midnight before she had to leave in order to make it home before her mother arrived from work. I felt some guilt that Amanda was so young but she was a willing partner and it was she who told me about her childhood girl on girl experiences that fueled both our curiosities. I knew Amanda wouldn't reveal our secret to anyone and I also knew she would want more as did I. As for me, I was emotionally resolved in this matter. I was a new person. I had never experienced such pleasure and sexual fulfillment as I had done that night and I knew then I would want to seek pleasure in other woman especially woman closer to my age and I began to consider the possibilities. Amanda continued to visit me almost every evening that summer and we would make love and learn from each other and practice how to pleasure each other. By the end of the summer Amanda and I had an understanding that our relationship could not go on as it had and we both needed to find lovers our own age. Amanda told me that she was not interested in boys but knew some girls that might want to be her friends. I told that I should find a woman friend my age as well and we both promised each other to keep our secret a secret. I didn't go back to teaching the following year but Amanda and I would see each other a few times and sometimes I would even tutor her for some tests. We kept the secret that we had together and knew we had both learned from each other.