My First Legal Fun

[So this is my very first try at writing a story here! I am nervous because I am not very good. But I want to try. So I am going to write an introduction and see how it goes. If it is good enough to continue, then I will. Thanks for reading this!]

JUST BARELY LEGAL...

I couldn't wait to turn 18. Finally the day arrived. There were family gifts and dinner, and then a special weekend trip to Disney. All good. But what I really was anxious for was my return to school the next month.

Summer vacation was over, but the summer heat lingered. Dress code was going to be easy to bust. Too hard to check us all! And besides, there were too many teachers that actually preferred not to turn us in.

Since I was now 18, I knew I was technically "legal" and could create some fun. And I could hardly wait to get to my English Class. Mr. Bradley had been my Junior English teacher. I had him again for Senior English. We were going to have a lot of fun!

He was a cool teacher. Married for about ten years with a wife that was SO hot that I often thought of her when I was in the shower, searching for something to help me get off. The idea of the two of them fucking was such a huge turn on to me.

BACK TO SCHOOL...

So the very first day of class, the weather was almost a 100 degrees, I showed up with a big smile to greet Mr. B. He was standing at the door greeting all of us as we entered his classroom. When I left home, I was wearing decent shorts and a tee. But stuffed in my backpack was a pair of shorts and a tank top that my mom would never have approved of me wearing. I changed clothes as soon as I got to campus in the girls bathroom.

As I gave Mr. B a fist-bump, my smile was big and inviting. I was so excited in a way that was so new. My very first "legal" interaction with him. My very first moment to feel his eyes on me, no longer worries that it was a perversion but actually a natural instinct that all men have for cute girls. And I was cute.

In that two seconds it took to say 'hi' and bump fists, it seemed like a lot longer as I gauged his eyes and body language. How he extended his fist to me a little closer and softer than he did to others. How his eyes lit up and then lingered on me longer than a married man should be doing. How his voice sounded truly excited to see me again. How his vibe was like that feeling you get when the sunshine warms you up after an early morning skinny dip in the pool.

My red tank top was perfect. The u-shaped collar hung moderately low, enough to show off my cleavage. And it was snug enough to pull tight against my breasts. It was my senior year. I was 18. And I now had the breasts of a young adult woman, measuring 38d.

The way our fists bumped, I could tell it made my breasts jiggle a little bit. His eyes also reflected that. It was such a rush to have him in that split second affirming me and the fun we could have in the days ahead.

MY FRIEND GRACIE...

After the day was over, me and my BFF, Gracie, went to her house for snacks. We talked about our classes and the dumbass teachers who actually gave homework on the very first day! Then I mentioned Mr. B and the vibe I felt with him. Gracie was all over that. She asked me questions that I could not even answer; but it was fun to talk about it.

"Hey, my English teacher assigned a journal. Did Mr. B assign one for your class?"

I looked at Gracie and smiled. "Why girl? What are you suggesting?" She was always thinking up adventures for us; sometimes good and sometimes very good.

"Well, you know, sometimes you can write stuff in those journals that is like maybe bad but you can just say you thought it was personal and nobody would ever read it." She smiled.

I cocked my head. "Like what?"

"You know. Like little secrets of the mind. Maybe a fantasy."

"Gracie! Are you serious! Have you ever done that?!"

She just laughed and gave me a wave of her hand. She was good at that. Planting ideas without ever being accountable. She was fun. She was trouble. And, she was my BFF who also was the world's best kisser.

I leaned closer and whispered into her, "What are you suggesting, Gracie?" I stroked her hair to signal I was serious. My lips were close to her ear until she turned her face to smile at me. And then that smile brushed up against my lips. My whispers suddenly hushed as our lips met and kissed and shared the soft warmth of our eager affections.

After a lingering kiss, she pulled back and whispered, "Wanna try something?"

Oh that naughty, wicked tone was clearly present. I knew that tone. It made me wet! I smiled and nodded, trembling suddenly.

Gracie kissed me again while slipping her hand around my hip and down to my back pocket. She slithered my phone out of my pocket. Our kissing didn't stop until she had pulled the phone out of my pocket and held it out to take a selfie. She turned enough to push our cheeks together facing the phone and

went the cam. A sweet selfie of us cheek to cheek.

"Another?" she whispered.

"Uh huh," I murmured.

As she leaned in to initiate another kiss, I felt the heat of her lips and that sound

of another selfie. She slid the phone back in my pocket as our tongues swirled together. My hand smoothed under her tee to rub her smooth back; no bra because she could pull it off. Her breasts were so perfect; 36c and so firm.

We were both hot and ready to do more when we heard her mom arriving home as she pulled into the garage. Bummer. So we quickly put ourselves together and scurried to the kitchen to act like we were getting some snacks. I would much rather have been snacking on Gracie, but her mom and dad had absolutely no idea about us. They did not know that Gracie was bi. It was a secret we had to keep from them.

Gracie was standing with the fridge door open and I was sitting at the kitchen bar when her mom walked in the door. "Hello girls! How was the first day of school?"

Gracie's mom was such a nice mom. So different than my mom, who was an absolute bitch. Before I could answer, Gracie looked around the fridge door and said, "Hey mom. We had a great day!"

I smiled and nodded, still feeling warm and wet from the most recent great part of the day that had just got cut short.

Gracie's mom smiled and with a kidding tone asked, "Any homework?"

"Oh my god, mom, can you believe it? YES. On the very first day!"

Her mom just laughed and then giggled, "Any cute boys?"

Gracie looked my direction and winked; then smiled at her mom and hummed, "Um hmm."

I lost track of the conversation at that point, being utterly amazed at how Gracie could manage two levels of ideas at the same time with her mom.

FUN AHEAD...