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Kinky Little Lesbian...

Short story By: GetMeWet
True confessions



And introduction to how I became a kinky little lesbian...and it all started as a schoolgirl.


Submitted:Jun 7, 2013    Reads: 3,113    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


It wasn't long before I realised I had a 'thing' for the female body.
11:30am, the clock was ticking oh so slowly - Math class was never my favourite and it certainly was never going to grow on me. The constant scribbling sounds of pencil to paper irrated me - the occasional muffled laugh from one of the boys who just made a sex joke about the teacher and the hum of the air conditioning kept the room cold...too cold.
There was one advantage to mathmatics however, despite all the negatiives - our teacher was incredibly sexy. Her name was Alison, a twenty-something natural redhead. Her body was smooth, tight and her skin was a pale white, complimented by the occasional freckle. Soothing green eyes framed by wonderfully long eyelashes which made me go weak at the knees everytime. Her lips appeared soft, subtle but oh so kissable - she was my first girl-crush.
I sat in the middle of the room for one reason and one reason only, so I could watch her move along the front of the class - her long red hair leaving a blazing trial of desire behind her. Alison was admired by all the boys in school and of course me, the only lesbian in the world. I'd often hear the boys leaving class talking about her ass, or how they would 'totally fuck her' - I always felt a bit guilty that I felt completely the same.
I was your typical girl in every sense, I always wore a skirt that was perhaps a little to short, the most fashionable shoes, a push-up bra under a bright white school shirt - I never did have the biggest tits, my 'friends' made sure I knew about that on a daily basis. I loved dancing, I loved shopping, I took care of my blonde hair and kept my figure slim, toned and smelling flowerly. I just liked girls - I loved boobs, I loved getting a glimpse up my friends skirts to see their pretty little g-strings - something about it really got me going.
Alison never wore a skirt, she was a typical work trousers which hugged her ever so perky bottom in an almost skin-tight fashion. I could always see what underwear she was wearing, today it was a lacey g-string. My mouth watered, all I wanted to do was grab her bum everytime she stuck it in front of me to help another student out in front of me - I'd often lean forward slightly to see if I could smell her scent, you know - that womanly smell of pussy, sometimes I could, today was one of those days.
I inhaled it and felt a shiver go right through my body, rooting itself in my pussy and getting me wet. I could feel the warmth of my barely-legal (but legal, none the less) getting hotter and hotter, my nipples poking out of my shirt so much so that I had to hide them with my text book on 'Advanced Math.'
I'd always wanted to touch myself in class, especially with Alison in my sight line. I'd fingered myself over the memory of her plenty of times, but I wanted to go that step further. I'll never forget the time her panties popped up over her trousers, revealing the strings of her thong. Black and white polka dots lined the sides and the back tail, I wish i was that thong - my face buried between her perky cheeks, tasting her.
I'm getting hot just writing about it..in fact, i'll be right back....




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