It had been almost three months since Matt took my virginity. I didn't see him that often outside of class. He was afraid the administration would discover our little tryst. It would mean an immediate dismissal and black mark on any future positions. What parent would want a man who had sex with young girls teach their daughters? Of course I still teased him a bit. I always wore a short pleaded skirt and no panties. I was sure to sit in front and keep my legs open. I could see the bulge in his pants. The trouble was, so could the other students. All of the girls swore it was them he wanted. All the boys tried to steal back their focus by swearing Matt was gay. I just smiled.
I hadn't been with anyone else since Matt. When a man makes love to you, it's hard to be turned on my boys. So I just kept to myself making everyone believe I was a prude. If they only knew. Every night I went home, stood in front of the mirror, and began to strip off my clothes. My skin had a slight tan. My hair unbraided cascaded like a cape down to my ass. My breasts were firm with erect nipples from the constant sexual frustration I felt. My hand crawled down my stomach to the fuzz of my pussy. I stroked it for a while awaking the desires spurned throughout the day. I lay on the bed being sure I could still see my pussy in the mirror. I watched as my fingers teased my clitoris. My pussy opened aching for attention. I slid my fingers inside. I was wet and warm. I flicked them back and forth the way Matt had taught me. I was excited even more. My hips bucked and circled uncontrollably. I did it faster. I thought of him, his lips kissing, his teeth biting, his hands clawing at my body. And then I thought of his cock. I missed the way he moved inside me. I imagined it was he inside me not my own fingers. And when I got to the point when I could almost feel his sweat on my skin, my pussy closed and burst with the juices of my orgasm. I lay on the bed sweating, my breath heavy, and my hunger satisfied. I showered to wash away the womanhood I enjoyed and slipped back into the girl my parents assumed I still was. It was the perfect disguise. But secrets sometimes have their own repercussions.
I put on my robe and combed through my hair as I came downstairs to say goodnight to mom and dad. "Oh, Tiffany, I'm glad you're here."
"What's up, Mom?"
"Good news! We have a wedding invitation." She smiled proudly.
"Oh really. Who's getting married?" I was wondering how Mom could be so happy about someone else's wedding. Of course this is the woman who cried when my brother got married.
"Matt!" I froze. "He's finally settling down. Surely he must have mentioned this in class?"
"No, he mentioned the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the battle of Bunker Hill, hell he even told us about the affair Jefferson had with Sally Hemings. Yet he managed to forget his own love life."
"Well this is just wonderful! Too bad in a way. I was hoping he was waiting for you to come of age. But I'm glad he's fallen in love. He's such an introvert."
"Introvert? Mom, that's not a word I would use to describe Matt."
"What are you talking about." I thought it best to shut up. "Do me a favor and find out about this girl. Matt thinks of you as his own little sister. You might be the only one who can get it out of him."
"I'll get it out of him all right." I went upstairs and spent the night tossing and turning. So this is why he hasn't touched me. This is the reason he's been so distant. He takes my virginity and tosses me aside as if I'm nothing.
I woke up the next morning with the intention of getting his attention. I braided my hair, slipped on a short shirt the showcased my breasts. The skirt I chose was short and tight. By the time I got to Matt's classroom, I had been hit on fifty times. I get propositioned more before nine a.m. than most people do all day. Class ended and I went up to talk to my former lover. "Mr. Yeoman?"
"Yes," then he turned to see me. "Oh, Tiffers, how are you?"
"Don't call me Tiffers after you've fucked me. That's just plain rude."
He grabbed my arm and took me to the side. "Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know our secret?"
"You have plenty of secrets, don't you Mr. Yeoman?"
"What are you talking about?"
"We got the invitation."
"Oh," He turned his head away. "I was hoping to talk to you before your family got that. I'm sorry, Tiff."
"Sorry? All right. That's fine. Hey, you fell in love. Great. You met some woman, dated her, fell in love, and proposed all in a matter of three months. So is this a new practice, speed matrimony?"
"I didn't just meet her in the past three months."
"When did you meet her?" This time I turned away.
"Two years ago."
"And you just now started dating." I looked into his eyes. He turned away from me. I could see that was not what he meant. "You were seeing her when you were fucking me?"
"Yes."
"Does she know?"
"No. She doesn't know anything about you other than you're my best friend's baby sister."
"You have a lot of nerve calling me that now."
"Look Tiffany, you wanted it. I gave it to you. I know you loved it. I know you want more. But I love Julia. She's the woman I'm meant to be with."
"You said you loved me."
"I was just caught up in the moment, I guess."
I turned and left his classroom. I waited for him outside after school. I had to know what this Julia looked like. I drove that day so I could follow him. He drove to the next town. I followed him to an apartment complex where a blonde woman met him. She was a bit taller then I. Her hair was shoulder length and wavy. She had a slight build with perky breasts. She was pretty. She looked like some sort of businesswoman. I was overtaken by jealousy. I never wanted to be the other woman but that is what he made me. But I didn't want to be seen just yet. I followed them into one of those stripper bars. So, Blondie had a wild side.
I let them go in first and then I stepped though the door. The doorman accosted me right away. "You're late. That's not a good impression on the first day. But at least you're in costume already. Get that pretty little ass in there."
"Watch your mouth." I didn't know what to do so I played along. "Isn't there a back entrance for the dancers?"
"Sure thing. Just go down this alley and knock on the door three times. The rest of the girls are here. They're expecting you. Watch out for Erica though. You're just her type."
I followed his directions and knocked on the door. A red head answered it. She was wearing a pink and white satin robe. "Hey, the new girl's here. Come on in, honey. We're just getting ready. Your table is in the corner. Sorry it's right by the door. It use to be Jane's. She moved on to bigger and better things, I suppose. Like your costume but it needs a little help. I think the naughty school girl would look a little better with stockings and a garterbelt, don't you?" I didn't know what to do. I just let this woman dress me. There were about eight girls in the room. Most were at least topless, some completely naked. It was easy to pick out who was playing what role. My personal dresser was Alex. She was wearing white and lace lingerie. She was the eager virgin. Erica wore leather and carried a whip. She also grabbed my ass. There were girls for every fetish. There were exotic, whores, farmer's daughters, teachers, secretaries. Every fetish was covered save one. Me. I was the schoolgirl. And from what Jane left on her table, apparently so was she. I don't know how long Matt had been coming here. But tonight he was going to see a performance like no other.
