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Emily is rescued by her English teacher (xxx lesbian story)

The once balmy air and vibrant, fiery hues of an unusually pleasant Indian summer gave way to the rainy, chilly beast of fall that devoured this particular October Friday in one great gray gulp. The morning and early afternoon started out partly sunny with a light comfortable breeze carrying the delicious scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and a hint of burning leaves. But by the end of the school day, the cheerful balmy weather gave way to a more somber mist and cold. It was a gnawing, bone-chilling sort of cold.

During the last class of the day at Talcott High, Emily Franzen watched the chilly raindrops chase each other down the window while her English teacher, Miss Tunison, explained the directions on an assignment about writing satire. This last week had been spent reading and discussing "A Modest Proposal" by Jonathan Swift. Now each student was supposed to write a satirical poem or short story which would be due on Monday. Satire and homework were the least of Emily's concerns at the moment. This weekend her parents were out of town, and they weren't due back home until Monday. As the heavy raindrops fell outside, her mind was in overdrive thinking of the possible ways to spend her free time. And just when she thought she'd go crazy trying to decide what she wanted to do first, the bell rang for dismissal.

Emily Franzen is a gorgeous amber-haired senior. To many people, classmates included, she appeared to be the gregarious cheerleader type overflowing with beauty and school spirit. But deep down, Emily was shy, pensive, and quiet. She preferred books over people. This was a thing she shared in common with Miss Tunison. As she gathered up her belongings and started to leave, her gaze settled on her teacher as if by instinct.

Miss Lillian Tunison is a pragmatic woman; bookish and prim to a fault. At 40 years old, she maintained a perpetually haughty guise which was amplified by her short, impeccably styled hair, modest make-up, and obligatory pearl necklace that accentuated her slender neck. She was never without a light cardigan, and almost always wore the most beautifully tailored dresses and natty dress flats to match. Yes, Miss Tunison certainly fit the image of the classic uptight schoolteacher. As a matter of fact, most of the kids at Talcott referred to Miss Tunison as downright frigid...and that was putting it kindly!

But Emily disagreed with the perception her classmates had of their English teacher. After spending who knows how many days after school with Miss Tunison, helping the teacher grade papers, and sometimes doing homework while they talked, Emily discovered that she and Miss Tunison had quite a bit in common.

They both enjoyed reading short stories and spending countless hours in the library downtown. One Saturday afternoon, Emily discovered Miss Tunison sitting at a table on the third floor of the library in downtown Thatcher Blake. It was during summer vacation, and it turned out to be one of the most memorable afternoons Emily had spent with anybody. Her cheeks went a little flush when she recalled how Miss Tunison whispered aloud an excerpt to her from "The Well of Loneliness" by Radclyffe Hall. She had no idea her otherwise prim and proper teacher read such things! Just the same, Emily felt a sort of closeness develop between them that afternoon while they read together and traded secrets. It was a closeness she'd never felt before with anyone—not even her best friend, Heidi Solverson. Deep down she hoped that she could experience more of that same closeness with her teacher very soon.

She stopped and wished Miss Tunison a good weekend on her way out the door. After a quick stop at her locker, she saw Heidi and asked her what she was doing after school. Heidi is on the varsity cheerleading squad, and tonight there was a football game. Emily heaved a gusty sigh of disappointment. Oh well, she thought. Maybe she'd just stay home tonight and work on her assignments. Besides, the faster she could get her homework done, the faster she could fill up her free time doing fun stuff later.

"Maybe tomorrow afternoon we could head over to the Comet and bowl a few games." Heidi said. She slung her book bag over her shoulder and slammed her locker shut. "Who knows? Maybe Roy will be there too. I mean—he'll be too busy to talk tonight and all..."

Yeah, sure. Heidi has been trying to get Royal Hendricks to notice her for ages. Royal is co-captain of the varsity football team. Past that, Emily couldn't see what was supposed to be so great about him anyway. Boys are so immature and gross! Emily cast a glance down the nearly empty hallway towards the stairwell. The afternoon light cast from the window was gloomy and gray. The rain for now seemed to have let up. A drab, boreal mist replaced the rain. From Emily's perspective, the gray haze obscured most of the outside world. She zipped her jacket up tightly and shrugged, trying to seem indifferent about having to spend this first night of freedom alone doing homework.

"Tomorrow sounds good I guess." She replied. "I'll meet you there around four, okay? Well...hope your game doesn't get rained out!"

The gloom and misty bleakness of fall threatened to devour Emily Franzen in a single bone-chilling gulp. The beautiful 18 year old senior exited the school through a side door and stepped out across the faculty parking lot in the direction of her house.

"Sheesh, it's so cold out!" She muttered through her teeth. "Wish I would have brought my umbrella—or a sweater!"

With a trembling fist, Emily bunched up the front of her windbreaker. She readjusted the load in her book bag and scrambled down two different side streets before veering off to the right down another.

About a block and a half away from her house, the rain started. Enormous splashes of freezing cold rain fell from the overcast sky, soaking Emily's hair and clothes. As she jogged through the worst of it, the icy water formed several puddles on the sidewalks and sloshed over Emily's shoes. She silently cursed herself for choosing to wear knee socks instead of tights to school today. The wind and rain blew up underneath her dress, delivering a kiss of cruel, chilly air across the backs of her bare thighs.

At last Emily made it home! Never before had she been so glad to see that cozy brick two-story house with the large front porch. The other day, her mother set a few potted mums out on the porch. Their vibrant orange and gold petals added a bit of welcome warmth. Emily cracked a smile now as she ran up the porch steps and dropped her book bag to fish out her house key.

"Oh no! Where is it?" Emily gasped. "Don't tell me I've lost my key! I made sure I had it with me this morning!"

The low-grade panic Emily experienced quickly gave way to full blown horror and despair. She emptied her book bag on the porch, not caring that some of her belongings were starting to get wet. She pulled her pencil bag out now, dumping out the contents and scattering things everywhere. Inside there were a few ink pens, a pencil, her favorite lip gloss, and a small hairbrush. Her house key was nowhere to be found. The beautiful senior snatched up the nearly empty book bag. She tossed her English notebook aside and discovered some loose change, but no key. There were a couple dimes and a nickel. Emily fished these out from the bottom of the bag and thought about what to do next.

She could probably use the dimes to call someone, but she'd need to find a pay phone. For what seemed like several minutes, Emily stood there on the porch, staring in the general direction of the nearest street corner and wondering what to do next.

"I guess I'm not too far from the shopping center." She muttered softly.

Calloway Shopping Center was within a reasonable walking distance, Emily figured. There were a few pay phones outside the Woolworth's. If she hurried, maybe she could get a hold of Heidi's parents and ask them to come pick her up. By the looks of things, that football game isn't likely to start anytime soon! Emily shoved her belongings back into her book bag. With another gusty sigh, she stepped off the porch and headed down the street in the direction of the Calloway Shopping Center.

She stopped for a minute or so and stared up at the sky while the darkened gray clouds rolled along. The icy deluge persisted. Huge cold drops of water splashed Emily's face and soaked her hair and clothes. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar sight rolling into view. It was a car, a Plymouth Satellite sedan. And inside that shiny red car was a woman wearing a light colored coat and a rain bonnet.

"Emily Franzen? What a surprise to see you!"

Miss Tunison's voice sliced through the steady thrumming of rainfall. Her window was rolled down. She motioned for Emily to approach the car, but for some reason, Emily stood where she was. The poor girl looked miserable!

"Why don't you get in, and I'll drive you home?" Miss Tunison said. "Goodness, you're soaked! Where's your umbrella?"

Miss Tunison was about to say something else when a sudden loud sob burst from Emily's mouth. The beautiful teen's body was trembling as the straps from her book bag slipped from her shoulder. Now the bag hit the rain soaked sidewalk with a dull thud. Its bulky form rested against Emily's legs.

"My-my parents are gone for the weekend, and I-I lost my house key!" Emily wailed. God, this was so embarrassing, Emily thought. But it's the truth. She hated that Miss Tunison was seeing her like this; scared, desperate, and totally embarrassed. Miss Tunison appeared to be genuinely concerned.

"Well, why don't you get in?" The teacher said. "I just stopped by the A&P to pick up a few things before I saw you. You could have dinner at my house while we figure out what to do next."

Emily picked up her book bag and got in the passenger seat of Miss Tunison's car. She'd never been in a teacher's car before. To Emily, it felt kind of weird and awkward to sit in Miss Tunison's car. It was like she was invading her teacher's personal space even though she was invited to do so. As soon as Emily closed the door, Miss Tunison started driving without saying a word to her student.

After several minutes of listening to the monotonous 'swish, swish' of the windshield wipers, Emily thanked her teacher for offering her a ride. A demure little smile crossed the English teacher's lips. Funny. Even with that plastic rain bonnet, Miss Tunison looked so polished and refined.

"My first name is Lillian." Miss Tunison said. "Since you're the first dinner guest I've had in quite a while, we might as well drop the formalities. But remember that I am still Miss Tunison while you are at school."

"That's-that's a very pretty name..." Emily said as her voice trailed off. She really meant it too.

"Thank you. It's my mother's name too." Miss Tunison said.

They drove through solid sheets of gray water and staccato bursts of lightning. By now, it had gotten so dark outside that the streetlights had come on. After several more minutes of almost silent driving, the car pulled up to a lovely Queen Anne style house with large attic windows and a wraparound porch. It was such a grand and glorious house—just the sort of house Emily imagined a woman as prim and graceful as Miss Tunison to have.

"This is really your house?" Emily asked incredulously.

"You seem surprised." Miss Tunison replied. "Do you think that all of your teachers live at school?"

They got out of the car, and Miss Tunison took her bag of groceries out of the trunk. She made a motion for Emily to go on ahead of her while she got her house key ready to open the back door. Once they were inside, Emily looked around. She smiled in silent approval at the quaint coziness of the rooms. Miss Tunison set her bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. She took off her rain bonnet and coat, disappearing for a few seconds into another room.

Emily set her book bag down on the floor and started to unzip her windbreaker when Miss Tunison returned and started putting away the groceries she bought.

"You can take your jacket off and drape it over one of the kitchen chairs." She said. Her back was facing Emily when for some reason, the beautiful teen unzipped the right side pocket and stuck her hand inside.

"Oh—oh, no!" Emily wailed.

The second she reached inside that pocket, a familiar cold metal object brushed against Emily's fingers. She grasped the object and discovered the house key she thought she'd lost.

"Is something wrong, Emily?" Miss Tunison asked.

The older woman turned around now to face her student who was blushing and looking very upset.

"Well...I see that you've found your key." She said brightly. "That's good!"

Emily cast her eyes down at her feet.

"Yes, that is good, I guess." She said softly. "So I guess that means that I should probably get going..."

Emily zipped up her windbreaker and started to pick up her book bag when Miss Tunison stopped her.

"Emily...gracious, you're still soaked from all that walking in the rain." The older woman said. "Let me find you some dry clothes to put on. I did invite you to dinner! While we're eating, I can put your wet clothes in the dryer."

Emily slowly peeled off her rain soaked windbreaker. Miss Tunison took her house key and set it in a safe spot on the kitchen counter. That was when Emily realized how soaked she really got during her trek through the rain. Her skin felt cold and clammy, and the ends of her thick amber hair were still dripping.

"Are you—sure about that—Miss Tunison?" Emily stammered through chattering teeth.

"Yes, I am sure about that, Emily." Miss Tunison replied. "And we are not at school right now. Call me Lillian. Come on, dear. Follow me."

For a second or two, Emily's eyes locked with Miss Tunison's, and in an instant, she was frozen in a strange cocoon of ardor. A strange sort of shrillness radiated through the beautiful teen's body, leaving a rush of very pleasant warmth in its wake. She barely nodded her assent through her shivers.

Emily followed Miss Tunison through the house, up the stairs, and to a tidy master bedroom containing the usual feminine touches. The room itself had a cheery sort of warmth and order right down to the floral linens on the bed and the porcelain lamp beside the alarm clock. This entire space—like the rest of the house—smelled strongly of fresh herbs and old linens and books as though everything had been pulled from an attic someplace. Miss Tunison went over to the window, pulling the shade and closing the curtains before turning on the lamp next to the bed.

"Hmm...I think I have something that just might fit you in the dresser." She said. Miss Tunison pulled out the bottom drawer and started going through the contents until she found what looked like an old t-shirt and some sweatpants.

"Here, Emily. Put these on for now." She said.

She tossed the clothes at the beautiful teen who stood there shivering in silence. From another drawer, Miss Tunison fished out a pair of thick socks.

"Do you—need any help—with dinner?" Emily asked. She was trying her hardest to control her shivers, but it was nearly impossible. Miss Tunison shook her head and smiled faintly at her student.

"I'm going to go downstairs now and start fixing dinner." She said. "Just bring your wet clothes with you when you've finished changing, okay?"

The bedroom door closed behind Miss Tunison, and Emily thought she heard her teacher say something about not touching anything as she heard the older woman's footsteps fade away down the stairs.

Emily Franzen was alone in Miss Tunison's bedroom! For a few precious seconds, the beautiful teen let her eyes wander around, but not for too long. Her shivers were becoming too much to bear! She quickly pulled off her damp clothes, leaving only her panties on before slipping into the clothes Miss Tunison gave her. As soon as Emily pulled the t-shirt over her head, she hugged herself in relief. She could tell that the clothes were freshly laundered, but more importantly they were dry and extremely comfortable.

Emily stepped over to the dresser mirror, catching sight of her reflection. For a second or two she tried to assess her appearance. For the most part, her hair had dried and returned to its usual glossy dark amber sheen. On the other hand, her skin looked a little pale and clammy. Her lips still quivered from occasional bursts of shivers. She glanced down at the t-shirt Miss Tunison gave her. It was a faded out blue color, but otherwise the shirt was in very good condition.

Emily turned away from the dresser and was about to gather up her wet clothes when something caught her eye. It was on the night stand next to the bed. The object positively called to her—almost daring her to go over and investigate further, and so she did. That was when she found it; that copy of "The Well of Loneliness" Miss Tunison was reading in the library during summer vacation. Emily remembered when she asked her teacher to read some of it to her. To this day, she wondered why Miss Tunison obliged. Her prim and proper teacher didn't bat an eye. A sudden rush of warmth radiated from the space between Emily's legs when she heard Miss Tunison whisper aloud:

"Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond—yet the world will call it unclean."

And now something else caught Emily's attention. A warm, welcome, and savory aroma wafted up from downstairs and filled the beautiful girl's nostrils. She wondered how Miss Tunison managed to get dinner cooking so fast, but she didn't really care. She was hungry and whatever her teacher was cooking smelled absolutely amazing! She snatched the book off the nightstand and gathered up her wet clothes and headed downstairs.

Emily set the book on the coffee table in the living room, and then with her wet clothes bundled up in her arms, she walked into the kitchen where her teacher was. Miss Tunison's back was facing her. The older woman was busily cutting up cucumbers for a salad.

"Miss—um—Lillian...where would you like me to put these?" Emily referred to the bundle of damp clothes in her arms.

"Why don't you set them on the floor by the basement door?" Miss Tunison faced her student and pointed to a nearby door. "Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes."

The sight of Miss Tunison standing there and staring suddenly made Emily feel very self-conscious. The beautiful teen went over to the basement door and found an empty laundry basket where she unceremoniously dumped her clothes. This is so embarrassing, Emily thought. Here I am standing in my English teacher's kitchen dressed in old clothes like a ragamuffin while she looks so...stunning!

It was true. Fridays are designated spirit days at all the high schools in Thatcher Blake. This meant that students were encouraged to wear school colors, cheerleaders and football players could wear their uniforms, and teachers could dress a little more casually provided they chose something with the school colors. But Miss Tunison preferred to look professional no matter what day of the week it was. Today she wore a beautifully tailored print dress which stopped just above her knees. She paired this with a light colored cardigan and the usual string of pearls around her slender neck. The dress was one of Emily's favorites. She remembered telling Miss Tunison how pretty it was the first time she wore it.

"Is something wrong, Emily?" Miss Tunison asked. "You look like you're upset about something."

"Oh—no—um..." Emily's voice trailed off. An unmistakable awkward sort of silence filled the kitchen for a few seconds, and then it seemed like the older woman made the connection."I see." She said softly. "I suppose I am a bit overdressed, huh? Why don't you set the table for me while I change my clothes? The plates and silverware are on the counter over here."

Miss Tunison's cheeks looked a little flushed as she brushed past her student. Emily waited until the sounds of her teacher's footsteps faded away before setting the table. When she finished doing that, she sat and stared at the wall clock for what seemed like eternity, but was probably more like just a few minutes.

Miss Tunison returned looking a little less like a schoolteacher and more like someone's mother. She wore a short sleeved button down shirt and plain dark colored slacks. Emily couldn't help noticing that her teacher neglected to tuck in her shirt. At that moment, the beautiful teen felt a newfound respect for the uptight English teacher. Not many teachers were willing to let their guard down like this in front of a student. Maybe Miss Tunison trusted her. By now the hunger pangs were starting to make Emily crazy. She was straining to see what Miss Tunison was pulling out of the oven.

"Whatever that is, it smells amazing." Emily said. Miss Tunison chuckled softly in response.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, young lady!" She said playfully. "It's just a tuna casserole that I made last night."

Miss Tunison brought the casserole dish to the kitchen table and told Emily to help herself. The beautiful teen had already started on the salad. Now Miss Tunison went over to her pantry. She disappeared from sight for a second or two and returned with a bottle and two glasses.

"Since you have been such a gracious guest so far, and in light of the fact that you are one of my best students...would you like a glass of wine?"

Without waiting for a reaction from Emily, Miss Tunison poured the wine and handed the glass to her student. Emily was still shivering a little in spite of the change of clothes. The offer of something normally considered off-limits seemed like a welcome distraction. Emily responded with a soft "Thanks" and a demure smile as she took the glass and drank.

"So what do you think, Emily?" Miss Tunison asked. "Taste okay to you?"

"I've had wine before." Emily replied. "It was at my cousin's wedding."

"No, not that!" Miss Tunison chuckled. "I mean the casserole!"

Of course, Emily thought. Way to mess up trying to make a good impression! She stabbed a forkful of the casserole and took a bite. It was lovely and rich with lots of noodles and a fantastic breadcrumb crust. Emily would never have guessed her English teacher was so skilled in the kitchen!

"It's delicious, Lillian." She replied. Her cheeks burned a little when she said this. She still wasn't used to calling a teacher by her first name like that. "You said you made this last night?"

"Yes. I hope you won't be too mad when I tell you that we're actually eating leftovers. You see, since I live alone, I often prepare meals that I can stretch..."

Emily took another sip of wine. She wasn't mad at all. In fact, she thought the idea was pretty clever. They lingered over their plates, talking about this thing and that. Before Emily knew it, they'd both consumed a couple of glasses of wine between them. Emily sort of drifted seamlessly from warm relaxation to blissful intoxication with the following glasses of wine. When they decided they were finished eating, Miss Tunison started clearing the table while Emily went off to use the bathroom. When she returned, it was Miss Tunison's turn to leave the room. Suddenly it seemed like the general blissful drunkenness transformed into a delicious tingling not unlike the slow steady build of static electricity. And by the looks of things, Miss Tunison felt it too.

"Come with me into the other room, Emily." She said. The older woman headed into the living room now. "It's kind of nice for a change having someone to just sit with and talk for a while."

Emily didn't need to be asked twice. With her wine glass in hand, she joined Miss Tunison in the living room. The normally prim and proper English teacher brought along another wine bottle. This one was different from the first. Emily presumed that they'd already finished the first one off. The beautiful teen burst out in a fit of loud, drunken guffaws when she saw her teacher taking a deep swig straight from the bottle.

"Oh my Gawd...Lilliaann!" Emily laughed.

"Don't you breathe a word about any of this to anyone at school on Monday!" Miss Tunison snapped. After a two second lull, the older woman burst out laughing herself.

"Oh—no way!" Emily said. "Your secret's safe with me! Scout's honor!"

"Good. I like a girl who can keep a secret."

They spent the next half hour or so talking and drinking with another trip to the bathroom for each of them before the conversation began to dwindle to a trickle. Miss Tunison was just about to ask Emily if she wanted any help with her assignment on satire when something caught the older woman's eye and nearly caused her to choke on another mouthful of wine.

"What's the matter, Lillian?" Emily asked through another fit of giggles.

Her teacher looked genuinely shocked by the sight of something on the coffee table. The older woman set the wine bottle down and slowly picked the object up. It was a hard cover book.

"Goodness...how did this end up down here? I mean—I was reading it before bed last night..."

For a second or two, Miss Tunison turned and stared at Emily. She looked like she wanted to ask the girl if she was the one who put the book on the coffee table, but she must have had second thoughts. The older woman sucked in her breath sharply while she continued to clutch the book.

"It is a very...interesting book." Miss Tunison said quietly.

"Yes it is. I remember when you read part of it to me." Emily replied. She took another sip of wine. "It was during summer vacation. Do you remember? We were at the library downtown..."

"Yes, of course I remember, Emily."

Now the two of them sat there in silence for several seconds. A distinct, rhythmic ticking filled the space of the living room. It was the sound of a clock ticking loudly on the fireplace mantel.

"I think that the main character, Stephen, is a woman who has the soul of a man."

Emily was curious. She wanted to hear more. "Do you have the soul of a man?" She asked.

"No—at least, I don't think I do." Miss Tunison replied. "But I am what some people would call an invert."

The curiosity in Emily grew. This was followed by another sudden wave of shrillness. It originated in the space between the beautiful teen's legs, causing her body to tingle and hum. Miss Tunison shifted a little closer to her student now, and Emily could feel the body heat emanating from the older woman.

"What—what's an invert?" Emily asked.

For some weird reason, she had a pretty good idea of what an invert was. The small excerpts Miss Tunison read from "The Well of Loneliness" only fueled her increasing interest in the book. For reasons she could never explain to anyone, she felt like she related in some ways to Stephen, the main character. She was dying to know more, so when the first opportunity presented itself, Emily checked the book out and read it not once, but twice. Miss Tunison swallowed hard now. She looked for all intents like she was trying to summon up an insane amount of courage.

"Do you know what you're asking?" Miss Tunison whispered. Emily nodded. "Well...it means the opposite of what is considered normal. For example, women are supposed to find men attractive, but..."

"But you don't..." It was as if Emily knew precisely what her teacher was thinking.

Emily was no longer holding her wine glass, and Miss Tunison allowed the book to slip out of her hand. It tumbled to the floor with a dull thud. For an agonizing moment, their hands touched. Miss Tunison gently grasped the beautiful girl's chin, turning her face up to meet her admiring gaze. Before Emily could get another word out, Lillian Tunison kissed her.

The kiss was slow and sweet at first. Emily felt a distinct tenderness between them the second Lillian's lips pressed against hers. At first Emily was stunned, but the contact felt so sensual and warm. From her perspective, it just seemed right; like all this was meant to happen.

Before she knew it, Emily felt those kisses becoming more insistent and deep. The beautiful teen parted her lips for a second to draw a breath, and suddenly she felt Lillian's tongue enter. The fruity, somewhat bitter taste of wine flooded Emily's mouth as they continued kissing each other. She sank into Lillian's arms and savored the woman's protective embrace. Her skin was burning as if her body was suddenly set on fire. When they finally pulled away, Emily looked down at her lap. She wasn't quite sure where to look or how to process what just happened. The sound of Lillian's voice sent a series of electrical shocks of painful arousal throughout her body. The feeling was very pleasurable and agonizing at the same time.

"Oh my goodness!" Lillian gasped. She sounded thoroughly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry about that! I-I don't know what's gotten into me..."

Emily touched the older woman's hand. She didn't want to stop. That kiss felt so wonderful, and so...right! Emily had kissed a few boys on dates before, but no boy ever kissed her like this. Right at that moment, Emily realized that she really wanted this. She craved this beautiful sensation of coming together with her English teacher since her first year in high school. She felt compelled to chase that wonderful feeling and see where it would take her.

"It's okay, Lillian." Emily said softly. "I kind of hoped that this would happen."

They came together in another tender and insistent kiss. After a minute or so, Emily's eyes flew open and she gasped loudly from the unexpected sensation of Lillian's mouth against her neck. Her body was trembling and an unmistakable pulsing, tingling sensation stabbed mercilessly at her groin. A soft whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. Lillian broke the kiss long enough to whisper in the girl's ear.

"Shall we go upstairs to bed, sweetheart?"

Emily replied with a silent nod as Lillian rose from her seat and switched off the nearby lamp. With a look of mild apprehension, the otherwise prim older woman held her hand out to the beautiful teen. With fingers entwined, the two of them went upstairs and into the master bedroom.

Lillian pulled the bedroom door closed and switched off the main light. The lamp next to the bed flooded the space now with a serene golden glow. Emily looked so spellbound, so trusting, so...utterly beautiful! Lillian took the girl in her arms and kissed her deeply. In a matter of mere seconds, Emily felt the English teacher's wandering hands settle on her breasts. The older woman's hands skillfully rubbed and fondled those firm little mounds of unfettered flesh. Before long, Emily could feel the warning signs of an imminent climax building in the depths of her stomach.

The girl's eyes flew open, clearly shocked. There was no way to stop what was already started, much less try to slow it down. Emily's breath caught in her throat while Lillian kissed her neck. The teacher continued fondling her student's breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, and the skin around Emily's ears prickled from the sound of Lillian muttering softly.

"You're so young and beautiful, Emily. Was it just an accident that brought us together tonight...or was it luck?"

"Oh my God—Lilliaann!"

The climax reached its frightening crescendo. Jesus, what was happening? She didn't expect these feelings, yet it seemed as if she was longing to experience this exact thing for years! Emily's fingers dug deeply into Lillian's forearms as her breath became ragged and a sultry groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Lillian held the girl's body against hers. She felt Emily's lithe frame begin to sag, and she knew that her legs had already turned to jelly. The older woman placed another tender kiss against those pouty pink lips. The girl's heart was racing and her cheeks were clearly flushed.

"What—what just happened, Lillian?"

The pleading expression looked so adorable to Lillian, so beautiful in its flustered innocence. The older woman guided her young lover over to the bed. They both sat there on the edge together, trying to catch their breath.

"Everything's okay, Emily. You just...had an orgasm. I mean—I honestly never expected you to get excited over an old woman like me..."

Lillian chuckled softly to herself. Emily still looked a little flustered. She looked down at her lap, trying to avoid making eye-contact with her teacher. She touched the older woman's arm softly at first, applying more pressure as she spoke.

"This won't change anything between us...will it?" Emily pleaded softly. The girl's voice wavered a little. "Because you do excite me, Lillian. I know that I love you, and that nothing else matters in the world right now."

An odd, sort of pained expression crossed the older woman's face. For a second or two, she was overcome with emotion, and she dashed away an errant tear that threatened to race down her cheek. She gathered the girl in her arms once more and planted a tender kiss on her brow.

"Do you know what you're saying, Emily?"

The beautiful teen replied with a nod and said: "I won't tell if you won't tell, Miss Tunison." Now a demure smile crossed the older woman's lips and the two of them exchanged another deep, soulful kiss.

For a moment or two, Emily focused on how good her teacher's lips felt against hers. Lillian, however, had other thoughts. As they kissed, the older woman slowly began to unbutton her shirt, allowing the front to fall open. Out of the corner of Emily's eye, she caught a flash of alabaster skin peeking out of the opened shirt. She tried to turn her head away while she drowned in an unfamiliar ecstasy, but Lillian suddenly grasped her chin.

"Don't look away, sweetheart."

Underneath that short sleeved shirt, the older woman was naked! It quickly became obvious to Emily that Lillian neglected to keep her bra on when she changed her clothes earlier. Not that Lillian Tunison really needed a bra though; she was much smaller than the average woman her age.

Lillian pushed Emily back slightly. The prim older woman lifted the front of the t-shirt that covered the beautiful teen from her lustful gaze. When she tossed the shirt aside, she could see that Emily's already aroused state brought her lovely light brown nipples to full attention. She leaned in to suck on those pert little breasts. From Emily's perspective, the agonizing tingle she'd felt for the last hour or so had built to the point where the kiss of Lillian Tunison's mouth against her hardened nipples felt like the sparks from an out of control bonfire. She gasped loudly and her body shuddered in the older woman's embrace. She was certain by now she'd wet her pants, but she was too caught up in the moment to feel any shame.

Lillian kissed her way up the front of Emily's bare chest and against her neck before returning back to her mouth. The otherwise frigid English teacher and student exchanged another long, tender, and insanely heartfelt kiss. As far as Emily was concerned, sharing such an intimate act with her teacher felt more than just right...it felt like it was her destiny to do this.

The beautiful teen parted her lips to receive the older woman's invading tongue. She did not expect it, but suddenly her slender hips jolted hard against her teacher's body in a sort of primal lust. Driven by the tingling and expanding heat rising from the dampened space between her legs, Emily returned those loving kisses with her own tongue, and once more the pair was locked in a heated embrace.

For what seemed like a space of several minutes, Emily's hands caressed the curves of Lillian's hips, but only because she was fighting the urge to indulge another desire. For several months during the previous school year, Emily stared wistfully at her strait-laced English teacher during classroom lectures or each time she delivered a public dressing-down to some kid who forgot their homework. She wondered what Miss Tunison looked like without the modesty of a cardigan, dress, or pearl necklace. But now that they were alone, Emily began to feel the first stirrings of actual lust.

Overcome at last with curiosity and desire, the beautiful teen gingerly moved towards the open front of Lillian's shirt. She pulled it apart just enough to reveal those small, middle-aged breasts. How would Lillian react to her student touching her like this? Emily hesitated now, and her breath caught in her throat once more. The girl's hands hovered mere inches from her teacher's breasts.

Lillian was stroking Emily's beautiful long hair. She stopped now and tenderly kissed her young lover before gently grasping both her small wrists. Slowly Lillian guided the nervous girl's hands onto her naked breasts. Almost instantly Emily felt the tips of Lillian's nipples hardening beneath her trembling fingers. Both student and teacher erupted with a chorus of sudden, involuntary moans, the first definitive sounds of their lovemaking.

A relieved sort of joy welled up inside Emily when she felt Miss Tunison's breasts for the first time. She ran her fingers and the palms of her small hands across the silky white skin of Lillian's breasts, savoring the way they felt soft but somewhat firm at the same time. When Lillian broke away from their prolonged kissing and looked deep into her student's eyes, Emily knew then that she had permission to explore her teacher's body. Now Emily slowly bent down and pressed her lips against Lillian's right breast. A startling, somewhat sharp breath escaped the older woman's mouth.

As she tenderly cupped those small, middle-aged breasts, Emily brought her lips over to the left breast, this time deciding to brush her lips against the hardened areola. The soft brush became a kiss, and finally a heated flick of the tongue. Lillian tensed up as a rash of goosebumps prickled her skin. Emily smiled at the thought of sharing such an intimate act with her teacher.

Without effort, Emily's world was reduced to pleasing her much older lover. She was all too aware of every nerve and sense. Her own body awakened to this sinful new experience. "Lie back for me, sweetheart." She heard Miss Tunison say, and she dutifully obeyed. Reluctantly, the girl drew away from her lover's breasts. She laid on the bed now, her legs extended out while her arms spread out across the span of the mattress.

Lillian rose up now, and stood about a foot or so away while she took off the rest of her clothes. To Emily's shock, the older woman was wearing the same style of pink floral panties she'd left on under those sweatpants her teacher loaned to her. She slid these off, tossing them aside before pulling off the rest of Emily's clothes. Next Lillian climbed into bed, holding herself above the shocked girl with her arms locked in place. She stayed like this for a few seconds, as if she wanted Emily to get a good look at what an older woman looked like naked.

Slowly she lowered herself down upon Emily, the sides of her bare feet dragging against the outside of Emily's legs. Now the older woman's bony hips began to grind in deliberate, rhythmic circles against Emily's flat stomach. The nervous girl could feel the hot moisture between Lillian's legs. At first she felt only dampness, and then pungent, musky, sopping wetness. For several minutes Lillian and Emily kissed and held each other, sighing and breathing heavily in the throes of lust.

Lillian broke off their kissing long enough to reach around to Emily's back, turning and pulling the girl on top of her. The nervous 18 year old senior rolled on top of her teacher willingly. She wasn't sure what her lover had in mind, but she trusted her implicitly.

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