Faith lay in the cool darkness of her room; a thick down comforter kept the night's cold at bay and concealed her slim young body. So thick were the covers that the movement of her hands as she pleasured herself would've gone unseen if anybody else had been in the room with her.
Faith, just 18, had spent the first years of her High School career participating in the Dance Team. The rigors of the discipline had toned her naturally slim, petite, teen body; she was now a model of wholesome beauty. Athletic, but not overly muscular, she moved with a power and grace that turned heads wherever she went. Her pretty face, framed with long, naturally ginger hair was open and inviting. Quick to smile, her full, delightful lips opened onto clean white teeth and healthy pink gums in a small, fresh mouth. Her large, expressive eyes shone with curiosity and virtue, seldom, if ever, clouded by doubt or tears.
Her breasts, round and ripe, rode high on her chest; at her young age they neither sagged when she bent at the waist nor flattened when she lay on her back. When she was excited, as happened often, both her nipples and her areolas swelled and rose; the image of her proud breasts surmounted by her nipples and areola pushing against the taut fabric of her dance outfits had fueled the sexual fantasies of many of her classmates and teachers of both sexes.
One of her teachers had, in fact, ventured beyond fantasy; Miss Solis, her dance instructor, had coaxed Faith into sharing her young charms with her after an after-school practice session in the Dance Studio. Miss Solis was a former dancer and though she was as short as Faith she was no longer as slim and petite as her young pupils. Her leotard clad thighs kissed against each other and her copious ass shook as she paced the stage, demanding the best from her young students in the art of dance.
She kept Faith after class one day and used the opportunity to coerce the girl out of her dance outfit and onto her back on the desk in the small dance studio office. After caressing and kissing her, Miss Solis spread the teen's thighs, pressed her face against the young girl's sex and slid her tongue deep inside her moist vagina.
Faith was shocked but aroused by the older woman's sexual advances and surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure released by the woman's tongue inside her. Faith's excitement grew as Miss Solis climbed up on the desk, straddled her young protege's face, and ground her sopping wet pussy against the girl's lips as she squeezed and toyed with her student's hard nipples.
Faith, eager to please her mentor, lapped at the woman's dripping sex, probed deep into the older woman's pussy with her tongue and provided her with a shuddering orgasm.
As satisfying as the interlude was, it was never repeated and Miss Solis eventually transferred to another school.
Alone in her dark bedroom Faith squeezed one of her firm, round breasts; her other hand slipped through the curling red furze that covered her pubes. She slid her fingers through the entrance to her sex, spreading the moist portals, working her delicate fingers deep into herself.
In her mind ran a fantasy where she was with an older man; one of the many homeless who loitered near the entrance to her High School. She singled out the most decrepit looking of them; he may once have been handsome but time and a hard life at the margins of society had exacted harsh tolls from him. He was stooped and paunchy, with pronounced jowls and thin, stringy hair. He looked and smelled unwashed. Dressed in her tight dance shorts and a silky tank top, she secretly followed him back to his camp and approached him there, pretending to be lost. Daylight was fading; she pleaded with him for shelter and he reluctantly allowed her into his filthy hovel.
They sat on the floor facing each other; a stained canvas cover drooped close above their heads. He examined her with unconcealed lust as she made nervous small-talk in the dark, cluttered shelter. As she spun a fictional story to explain why she was there his sad eyes roamed over her young body, taking in her long red hair; the pale skin of her slender neck; her white shoulders; the hint of cleavage visible above the edge of her tank top. His eyes lingered on her pert breasts before moving down to the crotch of her shorts, where the entrance to her sex was clearly outlined by the fabric stretched tightly across her pubes. His gaze lingered there before it shifted up to her pretty face; his eyes brimmed with desire; she met them without blushing or turning away. She rose slightly to change position and clumsily toppled forward against him.
He cursed savagely when she landed on him and roughly pushed her aside but not before using the opportunity to grope at her breasts and slide his hands across her tender buttocks and between her soft thighs.
