This is the third chapter in a series chronicling the transformation of a conservative high school principal's submission to a dominate black lesbian student. It depicts scenes of non-consent and reluctance (no force or physical coercion). If you choose to continue please enjoy.
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Friday morning Maggie took her swim as usual. She found herself looking toward the RV for any sign of movement, like an anxious school girl looking for attention from her first crush. She wanted to see her, hoping for acknowledgment the feeling was mutual. Her rational side clearly knew it was mutual, but her rational side was rarely available when it came to Taisha Smith.
Her mind replayed the events in her office last night, the feel of Taisha's touch, surrendering to pleasures she had never imagined. There was no rational thought involved, only memories of unbridled bliss.
Maggie placed her towel down on the lounge chair and studied the RV for movement. There was none, so like any love sick school girl would do, she coughed suddenly and loudly with hopes of waking her up. She put on her swim cap and goggles, taking her time so Taisha might show herself.
She stood thinking about Taisha's tongue probing her spread legs on that hideous marble conference table. Her eyes closed and pussy tingled as she remembered cumming and cumming as Taisha worked that incredible tongue.
Suddenly she realized she was standing there in a black lycra swim suit that would quickly be soaked through as her pussy moistened. She jumped into the pool and began her laps. Here, she could let her mind wander where it may with no danger of embarrassment.
She did just that. Yesterday she fought off the lustful thoughts, but after last night she had no fight left. So, at least for this morning, she would let her mind wonder, to forbidden thoughts with her former student and now subordinate. She wanted to know what Taisha meant by "so much more to teach her..."
Maggie had never been or even entertained being with a woman. She clearly never had an "I kissed a girl" moment... until last night that is. But something about the way Taisha spoke to her and so boldly took control of the situation, made her drop any defenses and surrender to the moment.
As she swam she would sneak peeks at the lounge chairs hoping for Taisha, but there was no sign. Her mind wandered to the feel of the kiss she had with Taisha. Her first with a woman, and possibly the most memorable of her life. As her mind wandered further, she had thoughts of what Taisha would look like naked, what she would feel like...
She tried to imagine what it would feel like to let her tongue explore Taisha's pussy. She wondered what that would taste like... Would she be able to please her? Taisha was a master. She made Maggie cum so powerfully, as her tongue seemed to know exactly where to touch and how to move...
Soon, Maggie felt her mind pulling her back to work and all she had to do, all she had to loose if this ever came out. "No this is my time!" screamed her inner voice. "Now I think about Maggie and her wants..."
Still no sign of Taisha, so she went back to fantasizing. Two days from now they would have the house to themselves while Sam was at an RV show in Fort Smith. He would leave early and be home in the evening. "So much more to teach you." Taisha had said. Maggie wanted to know, needed to know what she meant.
She finished her swim with no sign of Taisha, so she dried off slowly and lingered, coughing and pretending to bump the chaise lounge, all to no avail.
She came to the realization Taisha was not going to show herself and realized she needed to hurry or she would be late for work.
What Maggie did not know was Taisha had been watching her from the beginning. Peeking through the curtain separating the driver seats from the living quarters. She grinned immediately upon seeing Maggie and even more so when it was clear Maggie was looking for her.
That's when she decided, rather than go out and watch her from the chair, she would watch in secret and let Maggie miss her. Nothing like a little hard to get to make some one want you more. As she saw Principal Turner in that tight black swim suit contrasted against her light pink skin, she replayed last evening in her mind.
Maggie was the first woman she could recall being attracted to. Her senior year of high school, she happened upon Principal Turner and Coach Johnson in her office one evening. Coach Johnson was leaving for a job in Atlanta and they were saying their goodbyes. Taisha watched through a gap in the blinds when they were swept up by emotion and lost control, just for a moment.
Taisha was shocked as they inched closer and suddenly they both gave in to suppressed passions and kissed wildly. Something about seeing the ever professional always controlled white principal latch on to the strong and equally controlled black football coach that excited Taisha in a powerful but strange way.
Coach Johnson, lifted Principal Turner and placed her ass on the desk as they kissed passionately. Then as quickly as it started they both came to the realization that it was wrong and stopped themselves.
Later that evening as Taisha lay in bed thinking about what she saw. She quickly realized that, in her mind, she assumed the roll of Coach Johnson. She envisioned her hands gripping Principal Turner's ass as her tongue probed the Principal's mouth.
Taisha let her fingers slide inside her panties, amazed how hot and wet she became so quickly. She could barely contain herself as she imagined that pent up passion inside Principal Turner being released on her. Taisha held a pillow over her face and rubbed her clit feverishly.
She imagined her fingers inside Principals Turner's panties, feeling her wet heat as Taisha rubbed her stiff little button. She could almost feel Principal Turner's breath on her neck and imagined Principal Turner gripping her as tightly as she hugged Coach Johnson. Taisha came very quickly envisioning Principal Turner cumming on her desk at Taisha's hand.
Taisha had masturbated many time over her teen years, almost always feeling a bit of shame and embarrassment afterwards. But this was by far the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt, followed by the strongest guilt the act had ever brought her.
After that evening, she struggled with many confusing thoughts and conflicting emotions. On one hand she had grown up in an era of growing acceptance of same sex relationships and had been supportive of the gay community. But, on the other, she had seen many examples of members of the black community that were still very unaccepting of that lifestyle. That Included her parents, she thought.
This resulted in her suppressing her desires and, in hind sight, lead to some of the acting out she did her senior year. During college she, came to terms with her sexuality, dated several women and grew more comfortable in her own skin. The one constant through it all was her desire and if she was honest, obsession for Principal Turner.
She had gone on to masturbate countless time envisioning dozens of ways to please Principal Turner. After last night she felt she had finally achieved her dream and it was even better than the fantasies she played out in her mind.
