Helene and Lisa stood outside Miss Baker's office after a nervous school lunch. Wednesday afternoon was dedicated to sports, and it felt unnatural to be standing in the corridor while the other girls bustled towards the changing rooms.
Miss Baker opened the door and looked at the two eighteen year olds in their school uniforms.
"Both of you again?"
She looked at Helene.
"I don't think I need your presence, Helene. Here."
She handed over a small pink slip of paper.
Helene looked at it in her hands.
"What's this miss?"
"You know very well. It's a town pass. I thought you might like to go and see your friend, Miranda."
The middle-aged woman looked up and down the corridor, lowering her voice.
"If anyone asks, tell them you're going to the book shop to pick up an order for me."
She looked at the teenager.
"Well, go on then. I'm sure you'll manage to behave, god help us all if you don't."
Helene felt a sudden burst of joy in her chest.
"Miss, thank you, thank you so much!"
Baker smiled tightly.
"Just go. And behave. Miss Kwo. Your interview starts here."
Helene ran along the corridor, barely hearing a prefect yelling at her to walk. An afternoon with Miranda! When she thought she had been grounded for weeks!
Lisa watched her friend disappear, feeling her mouth go dry. After this morning's humiliation, that teacher watching her, telling Helene to touch her in places that should never feel another girl's hand - and then being forced to perform acts of oral sex, bringing the schoolgirl to a climax with her mouth... She shuddered in horror, thinking about her family and what they'd say and trying not to acknowledge the warm tinging she'd felt between her legs, the delicious taste in her mouth.
She felt her knees shake as she entered the teacher's study.
Miss Baker shut the door as the Japanese teenager came into her office, locking the door with the key.
Lisa stood in front of the teacher's desk, looking down in horror.
The teacher sat on the edge of the desk, her grey skirt riding up her slim thighs revealing the black nylon stocking tops. She fiddled with her black high heels, her red lipsticked mouth curling in pleasurable anticipation.
"What do you think these are, Miss Kwo?"
Lisa looked at the objects. Some were familiar, one or two defied description.
The teacher looked at the young schoolgirl, her honey-coloured skin, her thick dark hair, the intelligent eyes beneath the dusky fringe. Such sensuous lips, she thought, and for a moment she let herself fantasize at looking down, seeing those eyes looking up from between her legs, that innocent mouth sucking her, tasting her, that pretty little pink tongue playing with her clitoris...
She crossed her legs. No touching. Those were the rules. Anything goes, but no touching. Not any more.
"Perhaps you can show me the ones you do recognize?"
Lisa pointed shyly.
"This..."
She indicated a slim, silvery object.
"It's a vibrator. Some of the girls have them. I've seen things like this."
She pointed at a curving pink dildo.
"I've seen these too."
She blushed.
"I've seen one."
There were two other objects left.
"Describe them to me," said the teacher.
Lisa swallowed, feeling nervous.
"This one. This is like two penises, but joined together, facing away from each other."
"Well done. It's a double-ended dildo. Sometimes ladies who are having sex together use them."
Lisa frowned.
"Each lady has one end inside, and they are close together, almost touching."
She smiled to put the girl at ease.
"Sometimes they do touch, they rub against each other. It is very nice, Lisa."
"I don't know what that one is, Miss."
"Ah."
Miss Baker picked up the last object.
"This is called a butt plug. You might not believe it, but people like to put these in their bottoms. They only go in a little way, and sometimes they vibrate. If you ever wanted to use one, Lisa, you'd need to make sure it was nicely oiled."
The teacher smiled to herself.
"It's worth trying, you know. I have had the most amazing experiences with them, and sometimes my lover likes to use her fingertip inside me... "
She smiled, rolling her eyes theatrically.
"Well, I don't know if it's just because it's so naughty, but every girl should try it once. I don't think anyone would ever say 'no' a second time!"
Miss Baker smoothed her chestnut curls, brushing them back from her face.
"I just brought that in for interest. I thought you'd like to see all the different options."
Lisa swallowed.
"Options, miss?"
"Generally speaking. Options. No butt plug today. This afternoon's examination is a practical, though."
The teacher looked around her office.
"Sit down in that chair there, Lisa, and part your legs."
The teenager looked at the leather arm chair, wondering if any japanese teens had had to go through any ordeal like this before.
"Pull your dress up, girl."
Lisa looked at the teacher, lifting her school uniform dress up over her stocking tops, over her hips. She sat in the chair, feeling the cool leather against her bare thighs. Her cotton knickers slid on its smooth surface.
"New underwear?"
Lisa nodded, blushing.
"Yes miss. The others were... "
She paused. Miss Baker finished for her.
"Too wet?"
She looked amused, a smile playing over her immaculate face.
"Those are very cute. I recognize the cat motif. 'Hello pussy', I think they're called?"
Lisa laughed to herself.
"Hello Kitty."
"The pink is very pretty against your skin."
Miss Baker stepped forwards towards the girl, kneeling in front of her. She reached out towards the teenager's crotch, as if to stroke the cartoon animal's face.
"Hello pussy."
Lisa laughed again, louder this time, almost uncomfortable with how familiar this was feeling.
She looked down at the teacher, her brown eyes fixing on the older woman's piercing blue gaze. Lisa felt her fingertips running down the front of her knickers, gently stroking the rise of her pussy beneath its tight pink cotton. She sighed, almost inaudibly, the barely-there touch rippling through her body, reawakening the lustful desires that had lived in her body since this morning.
"Miss..."
"No touching."
Miss Baker raised her hand, holding the slim silvery vibrator towards Lisa.
"Let's start our lesson."
Lisa watched her press a button on the end, admiring the teacher's long red fingernails. The vibrator started gently buzzing.
"We'll start gently. Get you used to the feeling."
Carefully, Catherine Baker placed it length-wise at the top of Lisa's thick black stocking top. The girl could feel the vibration through the material, could feel it triggering feelings inside her body. Looking directly into the schoolgirl's eyes, the teacher rolled it slowly on to the bare, honey-coloured flesh, teasing it up the teenager's thigh, inch by inch.
"How does that feel, Miss Kwo?"
Lisa's eyes involuntarily closed.
"Like I need more."
The words were a whisper.
"More vibration? I can make it go faster, Lisa."
Lisa thought she couldn't say the words.
"I need it on me, Miss Baker. I need it..."
She gasped in anticipation.
"In me: I need it on me and in me!"
The vibrator had reached the edge of her pink knickers: the buzzing had reached her pussy now, Lisa could anticipate the pleasure it was going to give her.
"Are you getting wet, Lisa?"
The voice was cool and matter of fact.
"Yes miss, I'm so wet."
"I thought you were. I can see it through your panties. It must be agony."
Lisa raised her bum, desperate for more, almost crying when the teacher took the vibrator away from her body. Still with her eyes closed, she slid her crotch forward, feeling her pussy aching, her nipples stiff against the plain white blouse. The schoolgirl had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging the teacher for more.
"I don't think these are school uniform standard, Miss Kwo."
Lisa felt those long red fingernails slipping under the lace edging of her knickers, sliding along the smooth skin beneath.
"And I'm sure that you shouldn't wearing clothes that are so wet with your juices... you'll catch a cold."
The teacher placed her hands on the girl's hips, feeling the warm soft flesh, slowly rolling the underwear down, revealing Japanese teenager's small patch of pubic hair little by little.
"So pretty," said the teacher, almost to herself, transformed by the perfectly formed pussy, the soft lips glistening with excitement, the delicate mound of the excited clitoris. She felt it calling to her lips, she needed to place her mouth on the teenager, to taste that innocent cunt, to bring it to a point of ecstasy...
Miss Baker sighed, pulling the underwear down to the girl's thighs, down to her stocking tops, letting them slide to the floor at her feet.
Lisa spread her legs, not caring how wanton or filthy she must look, urgently, desperately needing and wanting the touch of the older woman.
Catherine took the vibrator again, still buzzing, and rolled it inwards, from the crease of the teenager's crotch, to the fold of her wet lips.
"Just the tip, I think."
