Authors note: This story was modified into a standalone story from a much larger manuscript. The story may be considered by some to be Sacriligious. I have zero intent to offend any readers. If you do not enjoy butch/femme pairings and large age differences, please skip this story.
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. Please enjoy this!
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I woke up bleary eyed and alone to unfamiliar surroundings accompanied by the sounds of a grandfather clock chiming a dulcet tune. I rubbed my eyes and tried to force myself awake enough to take in my surroundings. I was slumped on a sofa in a beautifully appointed living room that smelled pleasantly floral. The botanical prints hanging on the walls and a cluster of porcelain bluebirds on the fireplace mantel only seemed to enhance the beautiful aroma permeating my nostrils. I noticed that the source of the smell was a small glass vase on a nearby table sporting an explosion of colorful spring flowers.
"Carol Jean..."
My voice trailed off as I looked all around the room. In another room somewhere close, I could hear Miss Treadway and Miss Larsson laughing and carrying on a conversation, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.
"Oh my God..."
By now, I was awake enough to realize that Miss Treadway brought me here with her to Miss Larsson's house so we could—what did she say—fellowship? I had a pretty good idea that what she told me in the car was likely code for something else. I knew by the time the bible study group wrapped up that her intentions were for us to do more than just talk.
During many after school visits, we discussed the idea, and sometimes I encouraged my gym teacher to talk about it in detail. Having a threesome with another woman sounded kind of exciting, naughty, and very sexy to me. But the thought of actually getting to go through with it really started to scare me. I only talked about it because I thought it was fun sometimes to tease Miss Treadway. I wanted to feel like the most desirable girl at North Haskell, and such naughty thoughts made me feel exactly that way. Jesus, I didn't really think that Miss Treadway ever seriously intended to share me with her colleague! I realized just now that I was in a bad position.
One time during sophomore year, I went with Amy to a party some guy from school was throwing. Later on, we heard stories that a few girls from Walker had gotten pretty drunk and were doing just such a thing in one of the bedrooms. I was sure that it had to be a lie; girls didn't really do things like that, did they? Afterwards, Amy told me a few times how much she'd like to try fucking two guys at once, but she said she was sure that Brad would never go for it.
It all seemed so surreal now to be sitting in Miss Larsson's living room with her and Miss Treadway in some other room chatting with each other and waiting for me to wake up. Now that I was here, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stop what I'd inadvertently started. I tensed up as soon as I heard the talking stop and the sounds of advancing footsteps behind me.
"Oh good, you're awake, Ciara." Miss Treadway said. "You must have bumped your head in the car on the way over here. Do you need a glass of water?"
Before I could respond, I felt the sensation of sofa cushions sinking on either side of me as Miss Larsson and Miss Treadway sat down. Both teachers were sitting so close to me that it almost felt like the walls of the living room were closing in on me. Miss Treadway tried to kiss me, and this startled me. I jerked away from her so hard, I almost knocked into Miss Larsson.
"Maybe I should back off a little...let her get settled in..."
Miss Larsson's gruff masculine voice penetrated my ears, making me blush. I felt a throbbing between my legs followed by that familiar warm, buttery feeling. I just got here, and my body was already betraying me!
"She's just a little frightened right now." Miss Treadway said. "This is good for her though; it builds character."
Instinct made me want to just get up and bolt out of there, but even the slightest bit of movement on my part caused Miss Treadway's strong hands to grasp me firmly. I started shaking like a leaf as I tried desperately to make sense of what was going on. What if this is some kind of test to see if I am faithful? Should I let this happen? Should I try to resist? If I let this happen, will Miss Treadway get angry at me? Jesus, if I don't go along, Miss Treadway could fail me in future leaders' and PE! Maybe I could get in some even worse kind of trouble—like not getting to walk in graduation! My brain was in overdrive, and I was trying desperately not to pass out again. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt Miss Treadway kissing me lightly on the cheek and neck. I could feel Miss Larsson firmly rubbing my back now. It felt so amazing to receive attention like this from both gym teachers, but I would never admit such a thing to anybody!
"Easy, Ciara. Everything will be okay." Miss Treadway said softly.
"I-I...um...think I have to use the bathroom." I said. My voice cracked a little when I said this. I needed to get out. Just for a minute or two. I needed time to think!
"I'll show you where it is, sweetheart."
Miss Treadway helped me up from the sofa and put her arm around me. I was hoping that she'd at least let me go by myself—at least so I could have a few minutes to gather my thoughts. Instead, she guided me across the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. I shut myself in and settled on the toilet, but any attempts to make sense of the situation slipped away from me as easily as the piss I'd been holding back for the last hour or so.
When I finished, I washed my hands and stepped out. Just as I figured, Miss Treadway was standing there just outside the door, waiting for me. I swallowed hard as she brought me back to the living room and the sofa where Miss Larsson was waiting. I couldn't look at either one of them. It was so embarrassing!
"I can't...do this." I protested. "I'd heard that you and Miss Larsson used to..."
Miss Treadway tried to kiss me again, but I pulled away before our lips could meet.
