Betrayal of Trust Ch. 01

Of course, I paid special attention to her wonderful round breasts, which were barely covered by the small bikini top. And then, her mound. I could see the curve of it, hugged by the thin fabric of her bikini. I noticed that a bit of the black material was sneaking its way between her lower lips, offering an enticing preview of the wonders beneath. I tried to see whether any pubic hair might be peeking out from either side, and when I saw none, I was reminded of the prevailing style of the day for girls her age—smoothly shaven mounds. I had no doubt that Julie would eagerly go along with that "fashion statement."

Finally, I noticed her shifting from one foot to the other, as if I might be making her a bit uncomfortable with my admiring looks. "Let's go inside, dear," I said soothingly, and she turned to walk toward the apartment building with me following behind.

From this vantage point, I was able to watch as her lovely bottom swayed sensuously from side to side as she walked. As she began to climb the steps to the second floor, I lagged just far enough behind to gain an intimate look between her smooth thighs from below. And I noticed what looked to be a moist patch on her bikini bottoms, and it seemed to be growing almost with each step she took up the stairs.

By the time she reached her doorway, it was clear to me that she was turned on by my admiring glances and, I hoped, by the thought of being alone in her apartment with me while her mother was away.

She opened the door and invited me inside. The air conditioning marked a stark contrast to the hot, humid air outside. And it had an immediate effect on Julie's nipples, which swelled and tried to push their way through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Naturally, my eyes were riveted on her freshening nipples and we both realized it instantly. Her face flushed, though I'm not sure whether it was from embarrassment or excitement. I hoped to find out very soon.

Of course, my own nipples were straining against the top of my thin sundress. And with each step, the fabric stimulated them to the point that they were exquisitely painful. With each caress of the fabric, I felt a little twinge down below as my clit also began to spring to life. My legs were still shaking a bit and I steadied myself against the back of a chair near the door.

The little angel on my right shoulder kept insisting that there was still time to back out and maintain my professionalism as a teacher. But the devil on my left, with assistance from Julie's straining nipples, kept saying, "Are you kidding?!"

She stood there rather awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do now that her teacher, who was clearly fascinated with the sheer sexuality that oozed from every pore of her hard young body, was inside. Recognizing her hesitancy, I suggested that we sit on the sofa so we could go over what I supposedly came to talk about.

Apparently relieved at my taking the lead, Julie gratefully moved over to the sofa and sat down. She watched as I sat next to her, so close that our legs could have touched with just the least amount of effort.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Julie," I began with a deep sigh. As far as I can tell, your term paper has not been turned in, and you know you need to complete that assignment to pass my course."

"But, Mrs. Robertson," she responded hesitantly, her pretty face clouded with a puzzled frown. "I did turn in that report. I stayed up nearly all night last Thursday and finished it."

"I'm sorry, Julie, I don't have it and will have to give you an "F" if you can't give me a very good reason why the report was not handed in on time."

"That's bullshit!" she suddenly shouted, her face reddening and her big, brown eyes filling with tears of frustration and anger. Then, when she realized that she was talking to one of her teachers, one whom she really liked, she hesitated. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Robertson, I didn't mean to say that. But I don't think it's fair that I'm in trouble when I honestly handed that paper in."

Tears were beginning to make little trails down her cheeks as she realized that it was her word against that of a respected teacher. She knew that no one would take the word of a "lowly student" about something like this—especially a student who had been working hard on a bad reputation for the past several years.

I reached over and took her face in both hands and used my thumbs to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. "It's all right, Julie. I'm sure we can figure something out that will allow me to give you a passing grade." And with those words, one of my hands brushed her hair back from her face and gently caressed her ear, then her neck.

I watched as her nipples hardened further at my touch. "What do you mean 'work something out'?" she asked.

My heart was ready to beat its way out of my chest as I plunged ahead. "This is what I mean," I answered, and at nearly the same time I moved my face close to hers and kissed her softly. I felt her stiffen at the first touch of my lips on hers, but I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't pull away. My heart was pounding as I kissed her harder the second time and felt a deep sigh escape her lips, signaling her enjoyment of my touch. I knew right then that she was mine, even though she might not have realized it yet.

"Julie," I said as I leaned away from her just a little, while keeping my eyes locked on hers. "Have you noticed me admiring you in class?"

"Well, I guess so," she answered hesitantly. "I wasn't sure exactly. I thought you might be looking at me."

"Well, I was looking at you, dear. And I very much liked what I saw."

"What was that, Mrs. Robertson?"

"I saw a beautiful young girl, just on the verge of becoming a young woman. It made me think about when I was your age. When I had all those wonderful, crazy feelings just bubbling up inside me. Feelings that I just didn't quite know what to do with. And it made me think that I wanted to help you understand those feelings."

"Well, I have been feeling a lot of things, lately, that's for sure."

"And, Julie, did you notice where I was looking a lot of the time when I was watching you?" I held my breath waiting for her to answer, and her face reddened as she thought about how my eyes devoured her those times in class.

"You know exactly where I was looking, don't you, Julie?" I asked, and at the same time I moved one of my hands between her thighs and began to stroke her lightly with just the tips of my fingers. "I was looking right here, dear." I was surprised at how natural the seduction of my student, a girl no less, felt at that moment. It was as if I'd been doing things like this for years.

"Mmmmmmm," was all she could manage in response to my touch before I leaned in and kissed her again, this time more forcefully. I took her bottom lip between mine and sucked on it, then moved to her top lip and do the same. I kissed her the way I love to be kissed—slowly, sensuously, with passion. It was the way I had dreamed of kissing her for these past nine months.

All the while, my hand drifted lightly on the inside of her thighs, from her knees, upward, almost to that magical place between her legs. But each time I approached her treasure, I slowly slid my hand down once again.

I felt her warm breath in my mouth, coming in little pants now, as her ripe young body began to respond to these delicious sensations. She had been touched by boys before, but not this way. Not in a way that allowed her body time to really respond and get in touch with the feelings that were now building inside her.

Just as my tongue pressed inside her mouth, my hand made contact with the thin fabric of her bikini. She gasped again at this intimate touch, but offered no resistance. In fact, I felt her thighs part just a little, in an instinctive reaction that invited me to continue.

And just as my tongue was probing inside her sweet young mouth, I used two fingers to locate her lower lips and begin tracing up and down along the outline of her little slit, feeling her bikini grow even wetter with the desire that had been building inside. I pressed the fabric inside her labia and moved one finger upward until her little moan told me I'd located her clit.

But then I stopped and removed my hand and my lips and looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you like what I'm doing, Julie?"

"Oh, yesssssss," she sighed, unable to talk above a whisper.

"Do you want me to go farther, dear?"

"Please, Mrs. Robertson. Please touch me like that again!"

"In due time, Julie. But first I want to see those wonderful breasts that I have admired so much this year." My hands were trembling as I reached behind her neck to untie her bikini top. The two strings fell and her beautifully full mounds began to spill out of the tiny top. For the first time I saw the dark pink of her areolas peeking at me.

Instinctively, her hands moved to hold the top. But then she stopped and let her arms fall to her sides. And as the top slipped a little more, I saw one, then both of her hard nipples. They were amazingly large, and so erect that they were pulling her areolas taught. Gently, I reached around and finished unfastening her top, finally unwrapping the forbidden package I'd been dreaming about for the past nine months.

I watched as her breasts rose and fell rapidly with the excitement. I put my hand gently on her left breast and felt the pounding of her heart. It was beating with a fury reminiscent of a frightened animal that has been captured and doesn't quite understand what is happening. My other hand moved to her right breast, and I began to massage them both very gently at first, but gradually increasing the pressure of my touch. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers and leaned in to kiss her again. This time her mouth opened wide to invite me inside.

I pressed my tongue inside and began to explore, my heart beating almost as fast as hers. A little smile crossed my lips as her tongue found mine and began a tentative little dance. With this encouragement, I took both her breasts fully in my hands and kneaded them sensuously to the rhythm of our tongues' caresses.

My own nipples were so hard they were almost painful by this time, and I felt the same dampness between my legs that I felt those times in class when I imagined doing this with her. Only this time it was real! And it was even more beautiful than I'd imagined.

Slowly, I removed my lips from hers and began kissing lightly down her neck, then upward to her ears and down again, with soft little kisses that raised goose bumps on her tight skin. Soon, my lips reached her chest and a little moan of anticipation escaped her lips.

And, sure enough, my mouth found her breasts and my tongue traced an outline around each one, licking lightly at that sensitive skin underneath her pert mounds, and then making smaller and smaller circles until I was outlining her areolas with my wet licks. With each touch of my tongue, I could almost see her nipples grow a little before my admiring eyes.

Sensing from her little moans that she was ready, I took first one nipple, then the other between my lips and sucked them in turn, all the while, my tongue swirling and teasing them. As I took her left breast as far into my mouth as I could, my right hand slid over her flat belly toward her bikini bottoms. And when I encountered the thin fabric, I paused for a minute to tickle that sensitive area just beneath her belly button. Again, more goose bumps.

But just as I was so close to my prize, a feeling of near panic swept over me. "What the hell are you doing, Susan?" I said to myself. "You're about to do something that you're going to badly regret." But despite the pangs of guilt and my own uncertainty about making love to another woman, a girl really, I plunged ahead.

I hesitated for only a moment, then while still suckling firmly at her tender breast; I hooked my fingers in her bikini and began to pull it down. Instinctively, she lifted her hips from the couch to help as I exposed her treasure for the first time. I paused in my suckling just long enough to allow me to reach down and slide her bikini down her smooth, shapely legs and off.

She was now totally naked, aroused almost to the point of confusion, and completely in my control. And I didn't hesitate to claim the prize that I had been lusting for. I took her breast once again into my mouth and slid my hand firmly and assertively between her thighs, opening her to my touch.

This time there was no teasing, no build up. I didn't want to risk losing my nerve and I couldn't bear to delay any longer. My fingers began to trace over the outline of her little slit and feel the nectar that had begun to seep from her. I parted her lips and smeared the lubrication over her opening, making sure that I slickened her growing little bud. I ran two fingers up and down the tender flesh, over and over, each time teasing her clit by trapping it briefly between my fingers and squeezing gently. Her little squeals of delight and pleasure created little pulses and throbs in my own wet tunnel.

Finally, I slid my middle finger inside, but only barely as her tightness resisted my entrance. For a girl with the reputation of being quite experienced sexually, she was amazingly tight. And even though by this time she and I both desperately wanted my finger inside, I had to move slowly, inching it inside her tight little tunnel until she was whimpering at the delicious feeling of this invasion. Her breathing was faster and her hips were rising involuntarily from the sofa as she tried to draw me deeper inside.

At last, my finger was buried completely, and I took my thumb and massaged her swollen little clitty, back and forth, up and down, with her oozing nectar slickening the way. After only a few strokes of my thumb, I felt her small body stiffen and begin to shake. Her stomach muscles grew taught and she held her breath. It was as if she was completely paralyzed for just a moment.

Then I felt the pulsing, the throbbing of her little cunt as her climax shot down from the top of her head to the tips of her red-painted toenails. She cried out loudly, and I quickly put one hand over her panting mouth to muffle the sound, even as my other hand cupped her little mound and ground against her clit while my middle finger continued to stir inside her throbbing tunnel.

I removed my hand from her mouth and replaced it with my lips, and I felt the warm breath of her panting inside my mouth. I knew that I had made her feel things she'd never felt before, just as I was feeling strange new things. And with that thought, I could feel my own juices begin to trickle from me and slicken the insides of my thighs underneath the bright yellow sun dress that I'd worn especially for Julie.

Finally, the throbbing and tingling subsided as the final few waves of orgasm washed over her, and she went limp. I slid my finger out and raised it to my lips to taste her sweet nectar. The taste of her created this tingling deep in my belly and I knew I needed to taste her again, only more fully and completely.

I pulled her limp little body next to me and held her, stroking her damp hair and tingling my fingertips over her cheeks, her neck, and her chest, where the smooth skin was still flushed pink with the afterglow of her orgasm.

We lay together on the couch for, I'm not sure how long, her body still shuddering every now and then with little aftershocks. I held her tight, trying to make her feel safe in my arms and whispered quiet little reassuring things in her ear, letting her know that it was okay to feel like this, to enjoy the touch of another woman—even when it's your teacher.

Of course, my own arousal was continuing to increase with her naked little body pressed against me. I could smell the scent of my own cunt, which had been oozing nectar since before I got out of my car, knowing what I was planning for Julie this afternoon. I'd been masturbating to the thought of her for almost the entire school year, so when it actually became real, I almost came without even touching myself.

But now I was longing for release. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that the least little movement pushed me closer. My nipples literally ached they were so stiff and aroused. Just the touch of the light cotton fabric of my sun dress made me shiver. But I was not expecting Julie to do anything for me today. I knew she was certainly confused about what had happened, so I decided that today would only be a day for her to receive pleasure. I would have my own pleasure from her another time, I was sure of it by the way she responded to me.

Slowly I moved to one end of the sofa, stretching her out along the length of it and placing one of her bare feet flat on the floor. This position had the effect that I wanted—it spread her wide open... to my view, my touch, and ultimately to my taste. When she realized how exposed she was, she instinctively reached down to try and cover her glistening womanhood. But I moved her hands away from my prize and whispered reassurances. She lay very still with her hands resting on her taught belly.

I paused for a moment to simply admire her. To drink in the sight of this body, which I had only been able to imagine until that afternoon. Her skin was so smooth and firm, with a tightness that only a teenage girl can know. My eyes moved upward from her carefully painted toes, along her shapely legs, until I reached that coveted V between her legs. But I didn't linger there yet. I wanted to take her all in before returning to claim my ultimate prize.

My eyes continued upward, to her flat belly, which was actually a bit sunken right then because she was lying on her back. I watched her abdomen rising and falling slowly with each breath. Her belly button was a cute little "innie," and I couldn't wait for my tongue to dip inside it.

Farther up, her breasts. They looked rather small right then as she lay on her back. They reminded me how they had developed just during the course of the school year . . . growing to the point that the boys were noticing, the girls were jealous, and I was lusting for them. And there was no longer any doubt, they were deliciously real. No artificial augmentation there. Her areolas were large and a dark pink, the nipples rising from them, still erect and pulling them tight. I don't know if was from the cool of the air-conditioning or the heat of my gaze, but her nipples were reaching up and begging for more attention.

Then I focused on her pretty face—the graceful curve of her jaw, her full sensuous lips. Of every part of her it was her mouth that was the most erotic. The full lips were slightly parted as she relaxed. Her nose was small and slightly turned up. Cute was the best way to describe it, and it seemed so out of place with her more womanly features.

Her eyes were closed. But I knew exactly what they looked like—large, brown, expressive. I had looked into them many times in class. They had caught me staring more than once, imagining what it would be like if ever I were able to get her to this exact place where she was right then. I would have loved to see the look in them as she realized what I was about to do, but I decided not to disturb her, to make her open them just yet because I wanted her to be completely relaxed for what was to come.

Finally, her hair—dark and shiny, flowing down past her shoulders when she stood. But now it was forming a lovely black frame for her face as it sprawled carelessly over the sofa cushion and cascaded downward slightly off the edge of the couch. I couldn't keep from reaching down to brush it out of her face a little, partly so I could see her more completely, and partly to demonstrate that I was in charge.

Finally, it was time for my prize. I scooted my knees underneath me at the end of the couch, and the position brought my face in perfect position directly above her little mound. I admired the curve of it, as it rose below her flat belly and I saw that my assumption was correct—it was totally bare.