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.
Carolyn welcomed her guest in with the usual smile and they settled into their customary couch and chair and began to talk about school. The entire time, Carolyn was studying Amy, looking for signs of anything different in her demeanor. Unfortunately, Carolyn watched Amy the same way she watched single men for signs of interest in her. Carolyn knew when a guy was leaning towards a longer relationship and when they wanted a one-night stand. She didn't know how to interpret Amy's looks and behavior.
Oddly enough, it was Carolyn's own demeanor that triggered a reaction in Amy. The teenager was sure the teacher was looking at her in a new way; a more loving way and not just as a friend. Amy may not have been scheming something in her own mind that wasn't true, either. Carolyn WAS acting differently, without consciously realizing it. That little inkling in the back of her mind that things were changing was enough to project something to Amy that the girl was quick to recognize.
They talked for half an hour only half listening to each other, while also deciphering all the things happening in their mind. The end result was Amy becoming more impatient to return to a physical bonding with Carolyn and Carolyn becoming more afraid that it might happen.
Carolyn wasn't afraid of getting caught. She wasn't afraid of Amy not wanting her. She was afraid she would like it.
What would it say about her if she and Amy loved each other? Well, actually, that wasn't it, she decided. It was OK to love someone. What would it say if they loved each other and had sex? That was the frightful part all along, Carolyn surmised. Seducing Mike and Chris was nothing compared to the consequences of taking this...girl...to bed.
Then Carolyn comprehended what these questions meant: She was seriously considering doing it. She knew she was seriously considering having sex with Amy Wilson, the fantasy of every boy in the high school. And by even considering it, it was likely to happen. That's the way she was.
In addition, Carolyn wondered how much Amy could tell about her conclusions just by looking at her. They eventually talked robotically while studying each other's face, hoping for a sign. Amy wanted a sign of acceptance from Carolyn. The teacher wanted a sign of...what? What did Carolyn really want from Amy?
The girl saw Carolyn's eyes narrow and her brow fill with lines of concern. Amy thought she was losing Carolyn. She thought Carolyn was becoming frightened. Amy had to act...now.
She got off the couch and walked over to Carolyn's large chair. Without saying a word, she leaned forward, propping herself up by putting her hands on the arms of the chair. Their mouths met and, for the third time during their friendship, they kissed. Every previous time, it was Amy who was hesitant; even shaking a little. This time, Carolyn wasn't sure. She wasn't sure she could stop at a kiss and a brief touching of Amy's delicate skin.
As the kiss continued, Amy slowly climbed onto the chair and straddled Carolyn's legs with her own. The teacher put her arms around Amy and the girl settled into Carolyn's lap. They each felt their breasts come together when they came closer together and thoughts of moving beyond a kiss filled each of their minds, but with different feelings attached to the thoughts. Amy very much wanted the next step to come. Carolyn dreaded it.
Their hands wandered. Carolyn was kissing Amy's neck again and approaching the lowest point of the opening in the sweater. That's when Amy tried to take charge. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and began to lift it.
"Amy, you shouldn't...we shouldn't be...," Carolyn said as she forcefully pushed Amy off of her.
The teenager landed on her feet and could only look on as Carolyn rose out of the chair and briskly walked past her into the kitchen. Amy could hear the teacher's sobs; or, at least, Carolyn's attempts to hide her sobbing. The emotions were too much for Carolyn and they nearly overcame Amy. Surprisingly, it was the younger girl that held it together better and continued in her quest.
Amy gave Carolyn a few seconds alone, and then she, too, lightly stepped into the kitchen. Carolyn's back was to her as Carolyn looked out the window, leaning on the edge of the sink trying to regain her composure. Amy inched closer.
She was an arm's length away when she said softly, "I'm sorry, Carolyn. I didn't mean to scare you."
A little laugh, interrupted by sniffles, came from Carolyn.
