Carolyn Miller was not unlike a lot of her fellow female high school teachers. She saw guys in the school that she wouldn't mind having sex with if it didn't cost them their livelihood. In fact, she saw guys she WOULD risk her job for under the right conditions. That was where Carolyn separated herself from most other teachers. She acted upon her desires. Carolyn Miller normally got what she wanted.
In the previous month, she had got what she wanted from eighteen year old senior students Mike and Chris...twice. First, she had sucked and fucked them during a threesome in her condo. Soon afterwards, another student who lived in her neighborhood, eighteen year old Amy Wilson, joined her in a foursome with the boys.
It was that encounter that led Carolyn to her next, very unexpected adventure.
Carolyn was single and in her early thirties. Thus, she was not quite old enough to be Amy's mother but almost too old to be her sister. Perhaps it was the perfect age for them to be really good friends because they hit it off immediately. Both were attractive blondes, although Carolyn's hair was short and Amy's long. Carolyn had a nice, but not spectacular, body. Amy could have been a model if she so chose.
The two spent much time together in Carolyn's condo talking about school and life and men. Their friendship had grown dramatically after the episode with Mike and Chris, in which Amy had learned the basic art of seduction and how easily young men could be manipulated by a woman's body.
However, a small part of that afternoon in Carolyn's basement, which Carolyn herself tended to overlook, weighed heavily on young Amy's mind. One of the things they had done to entice Mike and Chris was role-play as if they were going to have lesbian sex. It never got past the kissing and groping stage, but Amy had thought about it ever since.
One evening as they sat in Carolyn's family room, Amy asked, "Carolyn, did you enjoy that day we, you know, kissed...and stuff...in front of the guys?"
Carolyn grinned at her obviously shy and cautious questioner.
"Of course I did, Amy," she replied. "You played your part perfectly. Didn't you see how hard the guys were?"
"Yeah," Amy said. After a short pause, she added, "What if I told you...um, that I...uh, wasn't playing a part. That I really enjoyed it."
Carolyn's smile widened. "I'd say we should find an excuse to do it again sometime."
"Do we need an excuse?"
Carolyn didn't consider herself a lesbian and had never had sex with another woman. But the look in Amy's beautiful blue eyes and the almost desperate expression on the teenager's face would have affected anybody. At the same time, Carolyn wanted to tread carefully. She didn't want to damage the great relationship they had by jumping to conclusions. She decided that, if they did anything, it would be safe and short.
"No, we don't need an excuse if it's something you want," Carolyn told Amy.
The girl fidgeted on the couch and said, "You kiss better than any guy I've ever had and...and the way you, um, touched me was...well..."
Carolyn stood up before Amy could finish her thought. She walked to the couch and sat next to Amy, close enough that their bodies were touching. They looked into each other's eyes and neither could deny a certain type of love in the exchange.
Amy's heart pounded. She was nearly shaking when Carolyn said, "Kiss me, Amy. Just like that day."
That first kiss had been soft and gentle; barely more than a touching of lips and that was how Amy began this one. And just like the first kiss, this one grew increasingly intense as the seconds passed. Amy's mouth opened just enough for her tongue to come out and swipe across Carolyn's soft lips. Then Carolyn's tongue joined it and the women leaned closer, allowing the kiss to become passionate.
Carolyn had reached out for Amy's chest the last time because she wanted the boys to watch. Now she touched the front of Amy's sleeveless blouse because it was what Amy wanted, she thought. But it also seemed like the right thing to do; the natural thing to do.
Amy moaned at the feel of Carolyn's fingers lightly caressing her breast, even though a blouse and bra intervened. The teenager was too scared to return the favor to the teacher. Instead, Amy eagerly accepted the prolonged kiss and light touches of the older woman.
Then Amy felt Carolyn pushing against her body and Amy was forced onto her back on the couch, her legs still hanging over the edge. Carolyn followed her down and began kissing the side of Amy's face. Carolyn's hand pressed harder on the breast and seized onto the fullness of it more firmly.
Carolyn's mouth moved down to Amy's chin and then the side of her neck. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to her to offer the girl the love she had grown to feel for her. At the same time, Carolyn's hand moved from the breast to the opening at the top of the blouse. The fingers slid inside and found the soft skin of the top of Amy's breast.
Carolyn's mouth followed and lightly licked the bare skin under Amy's neck while the fingers traced across the top of the bra. Amy's eyes were closed and her breaths came quick and hard.
The eyes opened when Carolyn withdrew her hand and stopped kissing the supple skin. The women looked at each other.
Carolyn said, "Do you still enjoy it?"
Amy was nearly panting, but managed to say, "Oh yeah. I still love it."
Carolyn rolled off the couch and looked down on her gorgeous friend. "Maybe we should do it more often."
"I think we should," Amy sighed.
Amy Wilson had had the same amount of experience with other women as Carolyn. None. She didn't lie awake at night thinking about girls her own age or Carolyn's age or any age. However, it took her by surprise on the day she let Mike fuck her in Carolyn's basement that, the entire time, she was looking over at Carolyn and thinking how great she looked naked. Yes, Mike made her cum and she enjoyed it. But the lingering image of Carolyn had been in her mind ever since.
The next week dragged on with only snippets of conversation occurring between Amy and Carolyn in the school hallways. On Thursday, however, things brightened up for the teenager when Carolyn invited her over on Saturday morning. It made Friday seem to last forever and Amy could barely sleep at the thought of seeing her best friend once more.
Although Carolyn wasn't quite as excited about another meeting as Amy, she still recognized that their friendship was evolving. Carolyn's age provided her with a clearer perspective than did the teenager's emotion-driven feelings and Carolyn was better able to distinguish an infatuation from true love. Or so she thought. Even she was now beginning to understand that her view of Amy was changing and a definite confusion loitered in the back of her mind.
Carolyn decided to let things play out and not force the issue one way or another. The strategy was unlike her take-charge attitude in general, but in this case it felt like the right thing to do.
Saturday was a cool, early-Autumn day and Amy elected to wear a V-neck sweater and jeans to Carolyn's condo. She quite often didn't wear a bra under her sweatshirts and sweaters and was mindful of doing without one on this particular day. She, unlike the teacher, was very much thinking about what might transpire during the short time they would be together.
