Daniella was not listening to her teacher standing in front of the class talking about something that happened in Russia or somewhere a long time ago, she wasn't interested. She couldn't stop thinking about what she did last night when she was home alone, in that big house, with not a soul around. She wasn't listening to her teacher, but she was watching her. She was staring and she couldn't stop. She wondered what Miss Bella did when she was at home, feeling lonely. Miss Bella was very nice, and she wondered why she wasn't married, why she didn't even have a boyfriend. All the fathers of her friends, and her's, always acted funny around her, the way boys from the school down the road acted towards her and her friends. She had large round breasts and Daniella was fascinated, hers were so small and pointy and she wondered if they would ever grow. Most of her friends had bigger breasts than hers and it sometimes made her feel embarrassed.
As she went over the events of last night, she didn't know how to feel, was it wrong? Was there something wrong with her? She thought about Miss Bella, as she stood up there talking, doing what she had done. She saw her naked, with those big breasts bouncing as she moved back and forth. She wondered if they were the same colour as the rest of bronzed skin, or if they were whiter, like her own, where she wore her bikini top in the summer time. She couldn't get the image out of her mind, and it was making her feel tingly, like last night, before she did it.
Miss Bella noticed Daniella staring, she was daydreaming, again, but this time she was staring at her. Miss Bella ignored it and kept talking about Rasputin's role in the downfall of the Romanov family and the Great Russian Empire over all. But now she started to lose her concentration, she wondered what was going through the mind of young Daniella. She continued her lecture, but she couldn't concentrate, she noticed herself becoming flustered, and she became increasingly uncomfortable. She glanced again at Daniella, a million miles away, in her own world. The afternoon bell would soon ring, but not soon enough, she ploughed on.
Daniella was startled as the bell rang, all the girls grabbed their books and pens and sprang to their feet, as did she. She couldn't wait to get home.
"Daniella, can I see you please" said Miss Bella over the noise of the clearing class. Daniella's heart pounded.
"Yes, Miss?" she responded coyly.
Miss Bella watched as the young girl grabbed her belongings. Her blonde hair hanging, her deep blue eyes sheepishly looking around the emptied classroom.
"Perhaps we should stay back and go over the lesson again".
"Why Miss Bella?"
"Because you weren't paying attention, there'll be a test next week and I wouldn't want you to fail. Come and sit up here".
Miss Bella, was once again composed, watching the young beauty as she walked to the front of the room and sat at the desk in front of her own. She felt pangs of guilt as she thought about Daniella, she knew it was wrong, the thoughts that now raced through her mind. She thought back to that first night 19 years ago, in boarding school, with the School Captain, as they lay together, the touch of her smooth skin against her own, the feeling in her tummy as the older girl, naked, moved gently up and down her body. She again, like it happened last night, felt the wetness from her lover on her own leg as she slid up and down, and her hot breath in her ear, as the girl's legs tightened and clenched her own as she climaxed. Daniella reminded her of her first lover, all those years ago.
Daniella now sat and listened to her teacher. She felt special that she was receiving her own private lesson, and she didn't want to let Miss Bella down by failing on her test. They stayed back an hour. Miss Bella offered to drive Daniella home.
"Can we make a quick stop at the store?'
On the way home, Miss Bella chatted with Daniella, it was like they were friends and not teacher and student. Daniella glanced down at Miss Bella's bare legs. They were tanned and smooth, she wondered if she shaved or waxed them.
Miss Bella pulled up the car outside the store.
"I won't be a minute" said Daniella as she slammed the door shut. When she returned, she was carrying a feather duster.
Daniella holding the feather duster, thought about last night, she couldn't wait to get home, but at the same time she didn't want to leave Miss Bella.
"What's that for? Doing some house cleaning?"
Daniella stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom and watched herself as she slowly pulled down her panties. She looked at herself naked and wondered if she was too skinny. She pushed up her pointy little breasts to make them look bigger, she wished they would grow. And as she touched them, she flicked her fingers over the nipples, and they went hard. She watched herself in the mirror, she felt a little ashamed, but it felt nice. She ran her fingers over her body and imagined it was one of the boys touching her. Was this ok, or was it wrong? She wondered if her friends touched themselves like this. She knew no one was home but went downstairs to check anyway, naked.
The feather duster was still in it's plastic wrap when she found it. Her mother had just bought it but didn't get a chance to use it before they went away. She took it back upstairs with.
It tickled as she brushed it over her bare skin, it made her nipples hard as it lightly passed across them. She watched herself in the mirror, as she put it behind her and rubbed it across her bare bottom. She noticed a smile on her thin lips, her cheeks had a hint of red. From behind, she stuck it between her legs, she felt warm and tingly all over, she pressed the feather duster up hard and she started to rock back and forwards. In the mirror her body started to heave and she noticed her stomach muscles. The feeling of the feathers tickling her, down between her legs, was unlike anything she had felt before. She had touched herself in bed before, but it didn't feel like this. As the burning intensified so did her thrusts, she rocked back and forward with increasing speed, she pushed the soft feathers harder into her and she started moaning, with each thrust. She watched herself in the mirror, she pressed gently against it and the coldness against her breasts made her push harder. She was out of breath, letting out little yelps and then she came. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she wondered if any boy could make her feel like this. She pulled the feather duster from between her legs, she noticed it was wet and she brought it close to her nose to smell. It smelt musky, like when she had put her fingers down her into her panties lying in bed, but it was a stronger smell now. She would have to buy her mother a new feather duster. She lay back on her bed and watched herself in the mirror, she felt delicious.
"No, it's for my mother, she asked me to get her one before she went away" replied Daniella to Miss Bella's question.
"Your mother's going away?"
"They're away now, they'll back Saturday".
The car pulled up in the driveway. Miss Bella was having wicked thoughts.
"Your brothers and sisters home?"
"No, I'm an only child Miss Bella, you know that".
"Of course. You want some company for a while?'
Daniella just wanted to get inside and play with her feather duster.
"Sure".
Daniella reminded Miss Bella so much of her school captain, and she wondered about her now. The boarding school could be a very lonely place. That night she had been crying and her room mate consoled her. She came over and sat on the bed and held her head gently, pressing it against her breast. It felt nice to be cradled by her, the most popular girl in the school. She had whispered in her ear, she felt her warm breath, her mouth got closer and closer until it was touching. She kept sobbing just so she wouldn't stop. And soon a hand slipped under her pyjamas and cupped her breast.
