My Teenage God Ch. 03: Deb's Story

She glanced up now and both the girls were looking at her with knowing smiles on their faces. They both leaned forward now and Deborah tried to resist looking down at their cleavage that they were again putting on display for her, seemingly on purpose.

Deborah thought of the coach and Breanne, she did not want to be like them. But as she thought of Breanne resting her face on Felicity's bosom, she couldn't help but imagine her own face there. Thinking these thoughts, she could not resist looking down at the young girls' cleavage. Without making a conscious decision she gave in and looked down.

She drank in the beautiful breasts before her with her eyes. She always wanted beautiful boobs like those. While Chris's were fair, well proportioned, and perky, Felicities pressed out heavy, dark, and proud.

As Deborah stared the world melted around her. All that was there were these two young goddesses. Then she felt their legs on hers. They were both running their legs up her stockings. She looked through the table at their beautiful legs next to hers, putting hers to shame. She watched and squirmed as they ran their legs up and down her own, glancing from their legs to their smirking faces, and coming constantly to rest on thier tits.

"Mmmmm Deb" Izzy spoke in a low seductive tone, "doesn't that feel good?"

Hearing Felicity speak, Deborah finally snapped out of it.

"What do you think you guys are doing!?" Deborah feined surprise. She would try her best to cover up what had just happened. After all, she hadn't been staring for long had she?

"Absolutely no more funny business girls, these sessions are serious and we have to take them seriously"

Just then the bell rang, signalling the end of class. Deborah realized only then that she had fallen under these girls spells for a whole 10 minutes!

"Whatever you say Deb" Felicity smiled as she said it. Again Deborah was struck by the beauty of the girl's smile.

"I think we better stick with calling me Deborah, Izzy," said the tutor, attempting to reassert some authority. "And for our next session, I want you and Chris to be dressed more appropriately! This is not a proper way for a young lady to dress." She indicated to Felicity's shirt and shorts.

Felicity circled the table slowly, adjusting her top, which kept on slipping, seductively revealing her shoulder and collarbone. Felicity paused behind Deborah, who refused to look back at her. Felicity ran her fingers softly across Deborah's ass, causing the tutor's heart to flutter in her chest. But still she stood defiantly, not looking back.

Then there was a whisper in her ear "I think I'll keep using "Deb," and you are to refer to me as "Felicity", or rather, how about "Ms. Felicity" from now on." She paused, still lightly grazing Deborah's ass. "And don't pretend you don't love my sexy outfits." With this she gave a light squeeze to Deb's ass. Deborah couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. She hoped Felicity didn't hear but she couldn't tell.

With that Felicity walked past the teacher towards the door, joined by Chris. Deborah stared at their asses as they left. She looked quickly to Breanne, who was sitting at the teacher's table in the room. She was staring too.

***

At home that night Deborah tried to get Ms. Felicity, dammit just Felicity, and Chris out of her head. She couldn't believe what had happened. She was completely straight, she was engaged for Christ's sake, and yet these girls had some kind of hold on her. That night her fiance, Doyle tried to get something going with her but when he walked naked into the room, she found herself simply not in the mood. She was usually attracted to Doyle. He had a very cute and sweet face, but tonight she found herself turned off by his lanky and sparsely hairy body.

Once her frustrated fiancé was asleep beside her, she found herself closing her eyes and, in her mind, feeling Chris and Ms. Fel...Felicity...run their legs up and down hers. She reached back and ran her hand over her ass. She squeezed, imagining her hand was Felicity's and moaned out loud. Upon hearing her own passioned outburst, she realized what she was doing and abruptly stopped.

She forced herself to watch tv to get her mind off them. She wouldn't call her Ms. Felicity, she would fight these feelings back. She would gain control over these sessions again and give these spoiled girls the mentor they sorely needed.

*****

Through the following week Deborah passed through various stages of anxiety and determination. From time to time she would panic about how she allowed herself to lose control while at other times she assured herself that she wouldn't let it happen again.

The morning of the day before the next tutoring session Deborah got a call from Breanne. Apparently one or two of the kids had suggested that the program this week should be devoted to bonding between the tutors and students. Thus, The boy tutors and students were to go swimming in the school pool the first half of the hour and the girls would get the second half.

Upon hearing this Deborah was filled with a sense of trepidation. With the way her mind had been working lately, she worried about how she would handle seeing Chris and Felicity (she had finally gotten over thinking of her as Ms. Felicity) in bathing suits. With how they normally dressed, she had little doubt they would not be wearing modest swimwear, to say the least.

Picturing them in swimsuits sent her into another round of nervous anxiety. At the same time she could not deny the other feelings that hit her. Raw excitement an hornyness. All day she tried to stop it, but could not shield her mind from images of Chris's pale, full, and shapely ass fit snug into bikini bottoms or her tight, toned stomach on full display with her sexy belly chain.

Even harder was trying not to imagine Felicity's voluptuous body barely stuffed into a tight, 2-sizes-too-small bikini. She was sure that Felicity's body, what little of it she hadn't already seen, would be incredible to behold. Trying to concentrate in class, she repeatedly felt her hand stroking between her legs before even realizing it, having been picturing the two eighteen year old girls.

This was far worse than before. She had been resolved against such thoughts, but the news of the swimming pool had sent her off the rails. When she got home she decided that a good fuck with Doyle would help clear her mind.

As they started to make out though Deborah just had to admit to herself that Doyle wasn't doing it for her. She lay there as Doyle laid on top of her, barely knowing what he was doing as he pumped in and out of her. She was barely stimulated by his 5 inch penis.

Then something unexpected happened. As Doyle flailed around on top of her the rubbing of his legs on her caused her to flash back to her last classroom session with the girls. Instantly she was turned on again and started humping into him from beneath.

She ran her hands over her fiancé's thin frame and they came to rest on his butt. Doyle had a rather feminine butt that bubbled out and was soft and fleshy. She sometime teased him about it but this time, feeling it, she instead let out a load moan.

Without intending it, she was now imagining that this was a woman's butt on top of her. In her mind Felicity was laying on top of her, wearing a strap on, thrusting in and out. She closed her eyes and squeezed Felicity's butt hard as she rocked through her biggest orgasm in a long time.

"OH GODDDD." Deborah screamed as she came.

Doyle was in some pain from Deborah's vice-like grip on his ass but he came as well, liking the feeling of his fiancé taking control.

As Deborah opened here eyes and saw Doyle, she was momentarily disappointed, but the kissed him passionately, trying to thrust what she had just imagined out of her mind.

A little later, curled up in bed, she again tried to cement her mind against the temptation that tomorrow would bring. As she lay there, feeling equal parts dread and excitement, but trying not to feel either, she again told herself that she would become a role model for these girls. But she wasn't sure she bought it.

****

The next morning Deborah spent about an hour deciding which bathing suit to wear. She was fighting between conservative, safe, and responsible (wanting to set an example for the girls) and a little more racy and hot (wanting to look good in the girls eyes...just to gain their respect of course). In the end she ended up going for safe and conservative. She would stick to her goals today.

Arriving in the classroom, she was surprised to find both Chris and Felicity waiting for her. Even more surprising, she immediately noticed that both of them were wearing cldressed quite modestly. Chris wore a sweater and sweatpants. Though she still showed a tiny bit of her midriff, the clothing itself was baggy and unrevealing, a huge improvement.

Felicity wore what looked like one big sweatshirt that hung baggy and low. With it's high cut neck and loose wear, it basically covered up everything and hung quite modestly off her body. This was a massive difference from when the saw each other last and Deborah couldn't help but feel good about what, in her view, she was responsible for. She couldn't believe they had listened to her.

What was more, Felicity and Chris were very good students for the full half hour. They were attentive, respectful and listened to everything Deborah said. Deborah felt her control returning and her relationship with these girls normalizing. She began to wonder whether she had exaggerated the girls bad behavior in her mind. On the other hand, she wondered if she was already having such an impact on the girls.

Whatever it was, after the half hour ended, Deborah felt a lot better and more confident about her relationship with these girls than she had that morning. She even walked with them towards the pool, no longer nervous about what lie ahead. They chatted to her in friendly tones and spoke enthusiastically about what they had learned that day. Though Deborah still found their faces to be beautiful, she didn't feel that sexual charge she had during times previous.

On their way there they encountered a strange thing. First the strong teenager Mac walked past them with a smirk on his face. He still wore his swimsuit though he had thrown on a shirt. He winked at the girls who waved back as Deborah tried to avert her gaze. Nevertheless she couldn't help but admire again his strong, huge body. Glancing quickly down she saw an outline of something HUGE in his shorts. If that was his dick, she was floored by the fact that it almost seemed to be emerging out of the bottom of his shorts. Clearly he was semi-hard as it pressed up against his thin swimsuit. He turned into an empty classroom as they passed it.

Then as she looked up she was surprised to find David walking down the hall, in just a speedo! He was covering his crotch with both hands and looking embarrassed. Deborah made eye contact with him and gave him a perplexed and incredulous look. He just blushed and rushed past. Curiously, he walked into the same empty classroom as Max had.

Deborah wondered momentarily what was going on but forgot about it as again the girls engaged her in conversation about their lesson that day.

When they arrived at the poolside though, everything changed. They walked onto the deck beside the indoor pool. Deborah was impressed with the facilities here, they even had a hot tub with jacuzzi jets! She had never heard about a public school with one of those. While the girls continued to ask her questions about their lesson, they began to take off their clothes.

For a second Deborah was shocked, shouldn't they be heading to the change room if they were getting naked. But then Deborah realized they had their bathing suits on underneath. Watching them undress, Deborah felt her throat dry up and her control slip away. It took them each about two seconds to get undressed.

Chris just slipped off the sweater and sweatpants, revealing tight, booty-shorts-like swim trunks and a tube top. The shorts started on her stomach, just below her belly button, and hugged her waistline down to where it split in two for her legs, ending a few inches later. The tube top revealed just a little cleavage at the top but supported her breasts well, giving them a full figure. Her creamy white skin was smooth and perfect along the rest of her body.

All Felicity had to do was take off her poncho-like sweater and she revealed her stunning body stuffed into an extremely revealing, bright red, bikini. As expected her swimsuit seemed way too small for her. The top covered perhaps only 5 square inches of skin on each breast, failing to reach any side of them. The bottoms of her breasts remained uncovered as the fabric didn't stretch that far, giving Deborah a good idea of just how heavy and full they were.

Felicity's bikini bottoms from the front consisted of a pair of strings on each side that became further and further apart as approached the area between her legs. Each pair of strings met a diamond-shaped piece of fabric which covered about the same area as the top did.

"Deb?" "Deborahhh?" The girls snapped her out of it. She had been staring again.

"You like our suits? We're so glad, we thought of you when we were choosing them." Felicity winked and smiled at her.

"ughh ughh" She stammered in response, "thanks...yeah...theyre..." She looked down at their bodies again and they slowly turned around for her. Chris's was nice from the back, showing off her thin waist and tight ass, but Felicity's was heartstopping. She was wearing a string bikini. There was a string running across her back and a T outlining her ass, with just a single string seperating her full, tanned, ass cheeks. That the girls had been wearing these outfits the whole time just under their baggy clothes made Deborah's head spin.

"I'm gonna go change," Deborah said quickly, feeling weak in the knees. She stumbled off towards the change room.

After changing she looked in the mirror. Having seen what she just saw, she was not impressed with herself. Next to those bodies hers looked plain and slightly flabby (though she didn't really have much fat).

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She told herself to just look professional and that was all that mattered, but deep down, she hoped that the girls approve of her choice of suit and that she would be pleasing to their eyes.

As she stepped out of the change room she scanned the crown of young girls and their tutors to find Ms. Felicity...just Felicity!...and Chris. She saw them walking towards the jaccuzzi. Breanne was in the Jaccuzzi, staring at them, a deer in headlights. Deborah paused to watch what happened.

They circled the jacuzzi, Felicity going left and Crystal right. At first Breanne looked left then right as they sashayed over, looking from one to the other. But then she looked forward, straight at me, fear and uncertainty on her face.

They got in and sat down on either side of her. She was making eye contact with me now, clearly breathing fast. I just looked at her and the girls, awestruck and extremely curious about what was about to happen.

A second after the girls sat down in the bubbly water Deborah saw Breanne attempt to get up, but she was clearly held down by something beneath the water. The girls weren't letting her leave.

Felicity and Chris began to speak to Breanne and to eachother. Leaning over her, their breasts essentially in her face because of her shortness. She still tried to maintain eye contact with me but soon was staring down into the girls huge boobs.

Felicity was motioning with her hands as she was speaking causing her boobs to bounce up and down and rub along Breanne's chin. Breanne's mouth was now open and Deborah was pretty sure she was drooling. Again though she seemed to snap out of it and tried to get up, but was still held down. She made eye contact again with Deborah, here eyes open wide.

An instant later she suddenly arched her back and and closed her eyes. The girls were smiling now and their hands were below the water level, out of sight.

Deborah couldn't believe what she was seeing. She leaned back against the wall, holding the outside of her legs tight so that her hands weren't tempted to wander over her own body while watching this spectacle. She bit her lower lip and glanced quickly around the room to see if anyone was seeing the scene that was playing in front of them.

Somehow no one seemed to be noticing and her attention immediately went back to the trio in the jacuzzi. Chris now stroked Breanne's hair with one hand while felicity leaned in and whispered something in her ear, causing Breanne to throw her eyes open and stare at Felicity. Slowly her eyes fell to the young girls glorious chest. She reached her hands slowly towards the huge boobs on display in front of her, finally coming to rest on them. As they began to give into her touch, Deborah saw her violently convulse and eventually collapse back.

Chrise removed her hand from the jacuzzi and licked one of her fingers. She held the others to Breanne, who, after a moments hesitation, took both of her fingers in her mouth and sucked as she stared at Chris's face.

After a minute of this, Felicity again leaned in and whispered in Breanne's ear. This time Breanne giggled, her demeanor having completely changed. She glanced furtively around, seeming to have forgotten about Deborah, then, unbelievably, she dove her head beneath the water.

Now Felicity visibly relaxed, settling into the bench and leaning back. Chris moved next to her and kissed her neck. Breanne's hand emerged from the water, handing Chris a small piece of red fabric, Felicity's bikini bottoms. Her head emerged for a second so she could catch her breath. She was right in front of Felicity, facing the over-a-decade-younger girl. Felicity put her hand on top of Breanne's head and pushed it beneath the water again. She breathed in deeply, her chest pressing forward, as the tutor coordinator's mouth undoubtedly made contact with her pussy.

To this point Deborah thought that Chris and Izzy had not yet noticed her watching them. But now Felicity looked up and made direct eye contact with her. Deborah was leaned against a wall with her legs bent and about to give out. As Felicity made eye contact, with one hand below the water, seemingly holding Breanne's head down, she reached out with the other and pulled Chris towards her. She pulled Chris's mouth to hers, momentarily closing her eyes as she kissed her friend. As they made out, Felicity looked past her friend at Deborah. Deborah continued to stare as Felicity took Chris's hand and put it to her chest, kneading her left boob.

Though she had been trying to resist, Deborah's hand left her side as and she began rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit. She came instantly, half collapsing against the wall. Breathing heavily she looked up and Chris and Felicity were looking at her, smiling.

Deborah fled to the locker room, needing to hide from what just happened. Once inside, she sat on a bench, taking deep breaths and trying to get ahold of herself.

Eighteen! Those girls are eighteen! Deborah kept repeating it to herself. You are their tutor! Their mentor! You're supposed to set an example for them, not drool over them!

As she attempted to talk herself down, she heard the door open and looked up. Felicity and Chris walked in, looking, if possible, even more sexy than before. Their wet skin glistened and their swimsuits, already tight on them, clung tighter, the water adhering the fabric to their bodies.

"Felicity, Crystal, what you just did out there was extremely inappropriate."

Chris responded cheerfully. "But you seemed to so enjoy watching us Deb." She spoke almost casually, like she was speaking about Deborah enjoying a meal.