Two days later, Megan found herself thinking of Jill. She had gone away for a day, but was back now. Megan was both tempted and scared to call Jill. She still wasn't sure of her emotions, but after the other night, she knew that physically, she desperately needed Jill. She had woken up late yesterday to find Jill gone and a note saying she wouldn't be back until the next day. That day was here, but Megan couldn't get up the nerve to call. She sat on the couch next to the phone. Just as she reached for it, it rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Meg. It's me," came Jill's voice from the other end of the line. "I've got a little something planned. Can you come over to my house this afternoon, let's say four o'clock?"
"Sure thing," Megan tried to hide her excitement as she spoke.
"Alright, I'll see you in a few hours then. Bye!" The phone clicked on the other end.
Megan hung up slowly. Looking at the clock on the wall, she saw that it was only noon. What was she going to do for the next three and half hours? She wandered aimlessly through her house, watching a little TV, having a little snack, looking at some books on the internet. Nothing could take her mind off of what was going to happen that afternoon. She was "planning something?" What could she be up to that required planning? She desperately needed to find out.
Finally, 3:30 rolled around. She went out to her car. It was no big deal, nothing like Jill's fancy jeep, for sure; it was a little sedan. But it went, and that was all she really needed. And it had AC, which was always essential in dry, hot Texas. Pulling out of her driveway, she started along the familiar route to Jill's house. It felt different this time though; there was an air of expectation and uneasiness; she desperately needed to know what was ahead of her, but was thrilled with the idea of surprise. About twenty minutes later, she was pulling through the gate and up Jill's long driveway.
Jill's house was a mansion, so say the least. Her father had passed away when she was very young (perhaps this was in part responsible for her lesbianism?) and he had left them quite a large sum of money. Definitely 8 digits. The house was enormous, with four floors stretching a city block, perhaps more. Jill spent most of her time in the top left corner; her mom almost never went up and bothered her. She had tons of rooms there at her disposal: Megan hadn't seen a third of them, though she suspected she might see a new one today. Jill practically had her own little city up there.
Megan climbed out of her vehicle and headed around to the front door, she reached for the doorbell, but found a note with a key attached taped over it. "Megan," it read, "Go around the house to the side door and come in there. There are some things waiting for you along with further instructions. Megan headed around the corner and used the key she had received to open the side door.
She stepped into a foyer with a door leading towards the center of the house and a set of stairs leading up to where Jill spent most of her time. Up, said a sign at the bottom of the stairs. She went up. There was a plastic bag with a note at the bottom of the next flight.
"Megan- Take off your clothes and put them in the bag. Put on the clothes in the bag (ALL of them!) and come up stairs to the third floor. Megan tugged her tank top over her head and yanked her shorts and shoes off. Megan opened the bag and started. Inside was a plaid skirt, thin white blouse, a pair of white knee-socks, a pair of black shoes, and a set of white cotton underpants and matching bra. "I guess she meant EVERYTHING," murmured Megan. She stripped off her socks and undergarments and replaced them with the schoolgirl outfit from the bag. A little role playing was at hand, it seemed.
She headed up the steps to the second floor. The house went up about 5 stories, but at this end of the house there were only two floors. Megan found herself in a long, monotonous hallway. There were doors down both sides, and she had no idea which of the dozens of doors was hiding Jill. She walked slowly down the hall, keeping an eye out for signs of her friend. Occasionally she tried a door, but found nothing but empty bedrooms and the like. It could take forever to search this huge mansion!
Just then, she heard a noise from a few rooms down on the right. He sounded like a person, but she couldn't make out what they had said. Megan headed down the hall. About four doors down, she could see light spilling out from around the door, which was slightly ajar. Leaning against it and quietly pushing it just far enough open that she could see what was going on inside, she settled herself down on the floor to watch what was going on. What she saw had her panties wet in seconds.
"The fact of the matter is, you've got a C- on your term paper." Jill was sitting up on the desk in a blue skirt suit, looking very much like a teacher. In front of her stood a girl that Jill had never seen before. The girl was in a school girl outfit just like the one that she herself was wearing.
"But Mrs. Larkin, I really need a good grade or my parents will kill me. Isn't there some extra credit assignment I could do."
"Not really, Molly," Jill said. "Well, perhaps we can come to some arrangement." Jill uncrossed her legs, so that Megan could almost see up her skirt. "Being a teacher takes up A LOT of time. I never really have time to date. You can imagine how horny that leaves me. Masturbating is fun, but what I really need is someone to lick my twat for me. Would you like to do that Molly?" This was the most contrived thing that Megan had ever heard of, but seeing it acted out in real life was making her incredibly horny. She shifted, rubbing her legs together to apply pressure to her crotch.
"Mrs. Larkin, that's crazy."
"Okay, but I guess you'll have to accept a C- on your term paper, Molly."
Molly stood looking indecisive. "Isn't there any other way?"
"No, Molly, there isn't."
Molly pulled a chair up and sat her self down in front of the desk. She moved her head towards Jill's crotch. Megan couldn't believe she was actually seeing this!
Molly began to kiss Jill on the insides of her thighs. Jill's eyes slowly closed and tilted her head back, putting her weight on her hands as Molly's kisses drew closer and closer to her pussy.
