Disclaimer: This is a just a work of erotic fiction. It is not sanctioned by any of the female celebrities that are mentioned in it. In no way, does this story reflect the sexual orientation of these female celebrities. Enjoy.
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Cast
Caroline Rhea
Shania Twain
Patricia Heaton
Gail O' Grady
Jewel
Meredith Vieira
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Caroline Rhea looks down at her schedule and rechecks the room number. She had found it, room 1205
"Female sexuality?" she wonders, reading the course name off of her schedule once again.
Caroline pulls her mini skirt down and wonders if her outfit is a bit to sexy. She did look good though; a short black mini skirt that showed off her toned legs and a white button down jacket that didn't quite hide her tremendous cleavage.
Caroline takes a breath and gives her skirt another downward tug. The classroom is nothing special; white walls with chipped paint, matted brown carpet with soda stains on it.
Five chairs are aligned in a crooked circle and four of them are occupied by beautiful women.
Shania and Patricia are giggling and feeding each other grapes. They give each other sexually charged glances after each grape is swallowed.
"My pussy is just as sweet," laughs Patricia, playing with the top button on Shania's blouse. Shania laughs and leans in, cupping Patricia's left breast in her hand.
"I like your tits" Shania purrs, her tongue gently meeting Patricia's tongue.
Meanwhile, Gail and Jewel are kissing passionately. Their hands gently cup each others breasts, oblivious to the well endowed visitor that is watching them with a curious look on her face. Caroline feels some moistness between her legs, is surprised that all this girl-girl love didn't bring out her prudish side.
Suddenly, Caroline hears a coughing sound. She turns around and sees Meredith, clad in a white silk blouse and a short brown skirt. Her thin legs look beautiful, delicately adorned with black thigh high stockings.
Shania, Patricia, Gail, and Jewel all face forward with mischievous grins. They bow their heads as Meredith walks in. The teacher takes her seat at the head of the circle and meets each student with her eyes.
Meredith looks around the circle and her eyes paying special attention to Caroline, who is the only person standing.
"Sit," she says, pointing to the vacant chair in the circle. Meredith's mouth waters, admiring the luscious curves of her newest student.
Caroline walks over to the vacant chair, giving Meredith a peek at her tight supple ass as she walked by. The five women are seated, not a sound is made. Only the hum of the air conditioner is heard in the classroom.
Meredith Vieira looks around the circle, cups her hands together, wets her lips with her tongue.
"I'm Misses Vieira, I'll be your instructor for this course."
Silence.
"Today, we're going to delve into the inner workings of our own sexuality."
Caroline wonders what the course is all about, what is expected of her. She wonders about her first assignment.
"Ms. Rhea, please stand up." Caroline gets out of seat and smoothes the wrinkles from her black mini skirt. She looks around the circle, smiling nervously at each of her classmates.
"Now what?" Caroline asks.
"Stand next to me," Meredith says, rather nonchalantly. She reaches under her seat and pushes a red button. Two pairs of cuffs drop from a panel in the ceiling. They are hooked to a pair of long silver chains.
"What's this about?" Caroline asks, trying not to sound like a prude.
Meredith saunters over to her student. She looks at Caroline's ample cleavage and licks her lips. Meredith moves behind Caroline and puts her hand on her shoulder.
"Don't be afraid," laughs Meredith, sensing the tension in Caroline's body. Caroline takes a breath and tells herself to relax. Afterall, she didn't want to seem narrow minded.
Soon, Meredith's hands find their way towards Caroline's breasts.
"Yum" she purrs, gently squeezing the ripe flesh in her small hands.
"Stop," giggles Caroline, trying not to admit that she's turned on.
"You ever been handcuffed," Meredith whispers, kissing the back of Caroline's neck.
Caroline laughs nervously, feels slightly uncomfortable. She didn't want to seem like a prude and she didn't want to anger her instructor. She had to admit, her teachers lips were very soft. Soft enough to put Caroline at ease for a moment. For a few seconds, Caroline took in her teachers scent. A type of perfume that was sweet, but not to sweet.