Hey readers! Here is the second part. I really enjoy writing the Tabitha stories. Hope you like reading them. I will have the final part for you fans very soon.
Everyone in the story is above the age of eighteen.
For my muse.
Practical Magick pt.2
So picking up where I left off, I was at school at my locker. Morgan had just walked past me thinking dirty thoughts on her way to her first lecture. A text reminder that I had a doctor's appointment at 1 o'clock for my annual popped up on my phone. Glad they sent that, with everything going on lately I would have completely forgotten. I closed my locker and headed to my advanced history class.
Mrs. Stephens, who taught the class, is the school's hottest teacher. She was the reason I always looked forward to starting my day. She looked especially good that day in her skirt and button-up blouse. She flashed me an unusual but rather sexy smile when I entered.
We were debating if Christopher Columbus should have been credited for the discovery of America. I personally believed that you cannot discover something that was already here. Besides, it was populated by Native Americans before Mr. Columbus made his so-called discovery.
Mrs. Stephens paced the front of the class during the debate. Every once in a while she would look right at me thinking some very naughty thoughts about being between my legs, which had nothing to do with history. Her stare would drop from my eyes and land squarely on my chest. Her thoughts told me that she would very much like to see what was hiding beneath my shirt.
I could hear the other girls in the class think too. Some focused on the lecture, three others were asking themselves where I got my new tits from. It was then I realized that I could read the thoughts of any female that was in close enough proximity. Also it made those women lust after me, that was the part that was getting troublesome. I needed to find an antidote quickly. Mrs. Stephens asked me to stay for a moment after she concluded her lesson.
I approached the front as the other students filtered out the door. Mrs. Stephens led me to her small office, closed the door, locked it and sat behind her desk. She adjusted her skirt while she crossed her legs. She has some truly stunning stems.
"Tabitha, were you having difficulty following the discussion today? You seemed to be drifting." She recrossed her legs dramatically, allowing the skirt to ride higher. "If the subject matter bores you, perhaps we could find a topic that you find more interesting?" This time when she recrossed her legs, she crossed them as a man would, leaving her entire crotch on display for me.
I accepted her invitation and looked at the sheer red panties she was wearing. So sheer that you could easily see every detail of her moistening folds. "Why, no Mrs. Stevens, I found the lecture very insightful." I fanned my top as I spoke, unbuttoning two top buttons to display some cleavage. I wanted to play her game, her way.
She must have grown tired of crossing her legs because she propped her feet up on her desk and leaned back. "You don't have to be anywhere right now, do you?" Her motions lifted her skirt so her entire lap could be seen. She hooked her heels on the edge of the desk and spread her legs slightly. She finished by dropping her hand down between her thighs and stopping at her panties.
"Do you see something you like?" She pulled her panties to the side for an unobstructed view.
I unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked the bra I stole from mom. Baring my breasts to her, I tweaked my left nipple as I watched two of her fingers disappear inside of her pretty pussy forcing out a trickle of her own lubricant.
"Yeah, there is nothing like a peach, I could eat a peach all day." I teased back. She couldn't tear her eyes off my tits. She watched with interest as I openly played with my breasts, while I, in turn, watched her play. God my panties were getting wet. Time was quicksilver and before I knew it I had to put myself back together to make it to gym class. Mrs. Stephens gave me her cell number, telling me to call before I ran out the door.
If my theory was accurate, gym class was going to be a challenge. The locker room was full of chatter when I walked in. At my locker I began stripping my street clothes. Normally I don't put on displays of this nature but Mrs. Stephens got me all hot, so I had no issues now. I could hear the thoughts of two girls with lockers by mine. I felt sexy and slutty at the same time.
"Can you believe the size of those things?" One girl thought.
"I wonder if they are real? They are so big, I wish I had them." Was the thought of the other.
The funny part was I could not determine which girl thought what. I just kept stripping until I was naked, I could see them out of the corner of my eye staring lustfully.
I grew bold and cupped each tit, lifting them slightly and pushed them together to form a mile of cleavage. I turned to them and asked, "Would either of you like to touch them? I assure you they are real". The two of them stood dumbfounded, blushing because I called them out. That shut them up.
I put on my running shorts and stretched my sports bra until it almost ripped, putting it on. A loose fitting top followed then I tied up my trainers and closed the locker. I quickly glanced at the ladies who turned their heads away blushing, I snickered and left for the gymnasium.
