The Real Story Of Red Riding Hood 1

Copyright 2013, 2020 Lisa Summers

"Hi, Janice. Well, don't you look nice!" Ann Hood said to her fellow teacher as she entered the otherwise empty teacher's lounge. Ann raised her steaming cup in a mock salute to her new friend, Janice. Janice Wolfe, a teacher of physical education, and coach of the girls' lacrosse team, the Winthrop Wolfpack, smiled as she strode across the room.

She secured her first cup of the day of somewhat bitter coffee from the ancient Mr. Coffee purchased second hand at Goodwill as a "gift" to the teachers from the school's principal, Oliver Crumby. They both sat nursing their drinks in the teachers' lounge at Winthrop Senior High School, in a suburb of Syracuse, NY.

"Oh...thank you very much. Edward gave me a gift card at Saks for my birthday, and I found this cute outfit there on sale." Janice laughed. "I only had to hint for six months to get him to buy the card there. The last one was from Cabela's."

"Cabela's? What's that?" Ann asked.

"A sporting good store," Janice replied, rolling her eyes. Ann laughed.

"He really doesn't pay attention, does he?" Ann took in her fellow teacher's look, appreciating the way the cut of her blouse accentuated Janice's breasts, with a subtle hint of nipple poking out the stiff fabric. As well, her skirt showed off Janice's shapely legs and sweet butt, all in a way that could still pass muster given the dress standards for teachers at their senior high school.

"No...he's a typical guy," Janice sighed. "I guess I should have known better, but after three years of marriage, he sort of takes me for granted."

"Nobody as pretty as you should ever be taken for granted," Ann replied.

Janice smiled. "Thanks. If only you were my husband, that would have been the perfect thing to say." Ann laughed, and her eyes once again took in Janice's sweet figure, her tongue surreptitiously wetting her lower lip.

The two continued their conversation, one of many since Ann Hood had arrived at Winthrop Senior High School for the beginning of the school year. Janice Wolfe, on the other hand, had been a teacher at the school for the last five years.

Ann Hood was a redhead, her hair long, full and a fiery red that looked hot enough to burn any unwary fool who ventured to touch it without first receiving an invitation from her deeply emerald eyes.

Just two years out of college, cute, petite, full breasted and open to a world of new things, she moved with a bounce and a jiggle that caught the eye of everyone in the school, both male and female, other than old Mr. Krafton, the janitor, who had never been quite right since The Accident with a floor buffer in 1993.

Janice Wolfe, on the other hand, was brunette, with a narrow streak of grey through her bristly short hair, a little plump in bosom and ass, older than Ann by five years, and living a more stable and probably dull life, married to her accountant husband Edward.

A Family and Consumer Sciences teacher, her life seemed to be one of wasted potential, but she always held out hope that something exciting would come into her life, and feed her deep hunger and longing. Often the bright spot of her day was teaching the students a new and innovative way to both hunt down the perfect protein in the supermarket, and to prepare it into a luscious, mouthwatering treat for their pack at home.

The two became good friends in a short time, and it was entirely natural that they agreed to share a room when they were assigned to chaperone the senior class's trip to Washington DC. After a grueling day of wrangling the herd of cats that jubilant high school students are, the two retired to their room.

"How about a drink?" Ann suggested. "Here we are on an outing to our Nation's Capital, it seems like we should mark the occasion..."

"That sounds wonderful...but how, do you want to go down to the bar? That's probably not a good idea if a student spots teachers drinking..."

"I was thinking of ordering a carafe of the house wine from room service," Ann suggested. "We could relax and let our hair down, maybe watch a movie?"

"Wonderful," Janice sighed, kicking off her shoes. "My feet hurt, and just vegging out sounds like heaven." Ann laughed.

"Oh, yeah." She made a call, and within fifteen minutes had a carafe of the house rosé delivered to their room, along with two glasses, on a tray with a single stem rose in a crystal holder.

"How romantic," Janice commented, when the tray was placed on the coffee table in the room by their bed. Ann just smiled.

"Would you like a glass of wine, my dear?" she asked, the carafe poised to spill its contents into a wine glass.

"The wine glasses look larger than normal," Janice observed.

"The better to drink it with," replied Ann, opaquely.

"Oh...okay," Janice replied, running her fingers through her short hair. She seemed a little puzzled at the comment.

"Your hairstyle makes you look like one of the girls on your lacrosse squad," Ann commented, handing Janice a glass.

"The girls are really an amazing bunch. I call them my Little Wolfpack, they're always coming up with something new to challenge me. They sort of talked me into cutting my hair short this year, as the "Head Wolf," as they called it. I guess with my last name, it was bound to happen." Janice laughed wryly.

"And thanks," Janice replied, "though I feel like I'm about a thousand years old after today. Those girls this year are the most energetic players I've ever had, and these seniors are even worse."

Ann laughed. "I know how you feel...maybe a foot rub would help. I'll do you if you do me."

"I'll take that deal," Janice giggled. "But you've never seen my feet."

"I can work miracles with feet," Ann said. "Especially women's feet. As a matter of fact, I have a wonderful scented lotion I picked up in Provincetown for rejuvenating tired feet, hands... really, whatever." She rummaged through her dresser drawer and came back with a small bottle.

"Smell," she said, holding the open mouth of the pretty bottle for her fellow teacher to sniff.

"Mmm, nice," Janice said.

"Now, you sit in the chair with your feet up on the ottoman," Ann instructed the older teacher.

She sat next to it with her legs to the side, and removed Janice's sneakers and socks. "Just lie back and close your eyes."

"You're making me feel so pampered," Janice said.

Ann laughed. "You probably deserve it."

Janice laughed, too. "I suppose so. But I'll do you afterward, okay?" She didn't want to seem like a taker.

"Sure," Ann said, and poured a dollop of the creamy, pink solution into her palm, allowing it to warm up, then began applying it to Janice's feet, kneading and massaging her tired and cramped muscles as she did.

"Ohhh," Janice groaned, as a marvelous peace began to circulate through her feet wherever Ann touched her. "That is...just lovely." Ann smiled. She had found foot massage to be a great ice breaker with other women that she'd set her sights on, and it had something over a ninety percent success rate in seductions of straight women - not that Ann was keeping close track.

After about five minutes, Ann judged that she could begin creeping up Janice's legs, and as short as her skirt was, there was a lot of open space that she could convert before she came to less exposed, though more fruitful, expanses. In her experience, by the time she got to a woman's knees, the battle was over.

She used a myriad of techniques to relieve Janice's stress, and even if there had been no sexual component to Ann's methods, the net result would have been vastly beneficial to Janice. Ann's fingers lightly stroked upwards along Janice's calves, skating a fine line between an excruciatingly ecstatic caress and outright tickling. Random jerks of Janice's legs, followed by contented sighs, told Ann that her progress was right on schedule.

"Oh, Ann," Janice said, then lapsed into silence. Ann smiled again, as Janice progressed into a deeper seduced state. The last sticking point would come, not when Ann's fingers slipped under the hem of Janice's panties to stroke her labia and clit, and to dip inside her wet, creamy pussy, but rather when Ann's fingers got to her knees - that was the point at which the few failures of her seduction technique occurred, with the woman suddenly realizing that another woman's fingers were on track to touch her cunt.

Maybe those ten percent or so failures had religious objections, or an overwhelming sense of faithfulness to a husband or boyfriend - or just guilt - Ann didn't really know exactly which, but the knee was definitely the key.

"That'd make a great slogan," Ann giggled to herself, "If I needed a slogan. 'The Knee is the Key.'"

"Did you say something?" Janice murmured.

"No," Ann replied. "But I was thinking how lovely your legs are."

"Ohhh...thanks," Janice replied. "Your hands are so lovely and strong," she murmured, already lapsing back into the romantic, dreamy state that was Ann's goal.

"The better to rub you with," Ann murmured, smiling toothily to herself.

She knew that she'd be able to make the turn at Janice's knee without objections, and so she did, her fingers softly caressing the back of Janice's thigh by her knee briefly, then moving to the tops of her thighs, and briefly, but determinedly, to her inner thighs, where the essence of Janice's seduction could occur.

As she did, Janice's thighs spread wider - not lewdly wide, but certainly more than a woman not dreaming of fucking would normally move them. Ann traced random spirals over the sensitive flesh of Janice's inner thighs, using a combination of fingernails, fingertips, and finger pressure, to delight Janice and maximize both the speed, and the depth, of her seduction.

Janice's eyes briefly flashed open to look at Ann, then close again. That didn't frighten off Ann at all, as in her experience she had found that particular reaction to be more related to the seduced woman's coming to terms with a woman becoming her lover, rather than the man or boy that she might have been used to having touch her there.

Again, Janice was no different. When Ann continued uncontested to Janice's thighs, inches away from the gusset of her panties, now clearly visible after Ann had flipped her skirt up, then eased herself up to sit aside Janice's slim legs, Janice offered no objection. Janice's eyes were still closed, though, primarily to maintain deniability should a missing husband or boyfriend or stray woodsman come crashing through the door to break up the burgeoning lesbian affair.

"Unhand my woman!" Ann imagined the always nonexistent outraged male shouting, and giggled.

Janice opened her eyes, but this time they stayed opened, and Janice acknowledged her acquiescence.

"Ohh, Ann," she murmured. Ann leaned forward, and softly kissed Janice, the older woman initially receiving the kiss awkwardly, then responding when she realized that the kiss she had granted her husband on their honeymoon would do just fine here, her lips warm, her tongue wet, and the quivering of her lips quickly being infused with her ardor.

Ann smoothly slid closer, Janice's arms going around her neck, as Ann's fingernails gently scraped over the thin fabric of Janice's panties just where she judged Janice's clit to be, the small bump with a wet vertical stripe just below it a pretty good roadmap.

Janice grunted into Ann's mouth as the younger woman's nail rode over the bump, and her arms pulled the redhead closer. Their kiss was sweet, hot saliva mixing, the women sharing fluid so intimately through their kiss as they would through other means later. Ann's finger stroked down the creamy, hot moist stain on Janice's panties, and then curled under the gusset to slip into the wetter, heated slit of Janice's pussy itself.

Janice's arms remained around Ann's neck as Ann's fingers neared, then penetrated her slit, dipping deep inside her hot, silky cavern, slowly at first, then faster and deeper until her finger was as far inside the woman as Ann could manage. Ann followed with her thumb over Janice's clit, softly stroking over it, increasing the pressure as she fanned it like a gunslinger fanning the hammer of an old time six shooter.

There was no question that Janice was now rapidly approaching an orgasm, her breathing hurried, small guttural noises escaping her throat into Ann's mouth, and her body spasmodically twitching in anticipation of the onrushing orgasm. Ann brought her left hand around Janice's lower back to bring her closer there, and the sensation of being securely held was enough to set off Janice's climax, her moans starting low in her breast and quietly, but quickly escalating.

Janice tore her mouth from Ann's. "Oh god, god, that's it...so nice...yes, yessss, oh fuck...godyesssfuck mefuckmeFUCK ME YESSSS!" She clamped her mouth to Ann's, Janice now the eager aggressor. Her fingers interwove into Ann's long, glossy red hair, her nails occasionally scraping along Ann's scalp as particularly intense streams of pleasure energized the short-haired brunette.

"Oh fuck," Janice moaned into Ann's mouth, as her continued attention to Janice's silky, dripping cunt and throbbing, pulsing pink clitoris plateaued her initial orgasm at a high level, not the brief, almost wisp-like climaxes she'd experienced with her husband.

Finally, though, her orgasm died out, and Janice rested her forehead against Ann's, and then brought their cheeks together, her chin nearly resting on Ann's shoulder.

"Ohhh, Ann," Janice whispered desperately, confused about what her orgasm had meant, and what their relationship should now be. Ann knew that it was critical that she take firm control from this point, or else it would dither and bumble into nothingness, with Janice forevermore wondering why it had happened in the first place, and taking no inner meaning from it. Ann couldn't let that happen.

She took Janice's hand, quivering and shaking with both the residue of her orgasm, and her fear and excitement at what Ann would do with it, and placed it on her own breast, over her blouse and bra. Ann looked directly into Janice's blue eyes and spoke in a throaty voice.

"Take off my clothes, then fuck me," she said. The fear in Janice's clear eyes was quickly overcome by her excitement, the thought of disrobing another woman and having sex with her, one of her most repressed of fantasies, one that she had masturbated to, but one which showered her in guilt afterwards. Would she do as Ann ordered?

Slowly, Janice felt the pressure on her hand, held to Ann's breast by Ann's own hand, lessen as Ann pulled away, making herself completely submissive to the shy older woman. Ann's lower lip quivered - Janice wasn't sure why, but thought that perhaps Ann was afraid of being rejected by her fellow teacher.

"Oh, Ann," Janice whispered, her heart pained by the thought of Ann being hurt, as she reflexively squeezed the younger woman's soft, warm breast. To her surprise, the feel of another woman's breasts in her hands sent a warm current of desire through her, and as her conscious mind decided that it might be okay to leave her fingers there 'a moment longer,' her subconscious mind caused her fingers to flex and grope Ann's full bosom.

Ann moaned, then leaned forward and said, "Undress me, please," and then kissed her friend passionately. Whatever thoughts of backing away from the situation had been in Janice's mind, they now dissolved like honey in hot tea.

"Ohh," Janice murmured into Ann's mouth, then her fingers went to work unbuttoning Ann's blouse, the fabric falling away as though it, too, was anxious to be dismissed from the field of play. The two women gazed at each other, Ann's eyes soft and warm on Janice, Janice's excited and jerking from Ann's face to her blouse, then back again. Ann subtly arched her back as Janice finished the last of the buttons, the cloth falling away from her lace bra, exposing her sweet feminine charms even better to Janice.

Then Janice hesitated, and Ann moved forward, closing the small gap between them, her hands going to the back of Janice's furry head, and pulling her forward so that her face was on Ann's sweet breasts. It was the most natural thing in the world for Janice to kiss the swell of those warm pillows of love, the rosy glow of Ann's building passion an invitation and a signal to Janice of her young friend's readiness.

"Unhook my bra," Ann urged the married woman, now a lesbian beginner. Janice kept her mouth on the upper swell of Ann's breasts, as her hands snaked around the woman's slim body, her fingers going to Ann's bra, eyehooks unhooked, lacy white bra dropping away and displaying her sweet, round and full breasts, slightly sagging. Janice saw no defects, only perfumed, swelling female flesh, capped by large, pink nipples and areolae, the rosy nubs sticking out with desire, like small female cocks. And like cocks, Ann's nipples made Janice's mouth water, her lips swallowing one and bathing it in her hot saliva, her tongue occasionally scraping over the sensitive nipple, sending hot shocks of pleasure through her body.

"God, yesss," Ann hissed. "Bite me, too," she said, shocking Janice, but she gamely nipped the nipple with the sharp edges of her teeth.

"Yessss," Ann whispered. "Harder." Janice did as she was ordered, and nipped the rubbery flesh on the end of the nipple. She tasted copper, as Ann shrieked, and her body shook.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, that hurts so fucking good...I'm cumming, bite me again!" As she shivered with a long orgasm, she grabbed one of Janice's hands, and literally dragged it up her thigh, and under her skirt and onto her wet pussy.

"Feel my cunt, I'm cumming for you," Ann moaned. The creamy, hot moisture trickled over Janice's fingertips, and the naïve teacher was surprised to find that a woman could produce so much moisture there. She never had, but then thought to touch herself, shocked to find her own cunt a veritable pool of female fluid. That had never happened before.

"Oh fuck," Janice thought. "This is a world I never dreamed existed." For the rest of the evening, she could find little to inhibit her new relationship with Ann. She stroked Ann along the plump vertical slit between her legs, loving the silky feel inside Ann's pussy, her warm, fat labia and the soft, curly red hair alongside her labia, and crowning her pussy.

She didn't need any urging from Ann to explore the hot depths inside her oozing, slick cunt, her fingers naturally twining and fucking into the redhead's steaming, fragrant pussy. As they slipped inside the woman's tight, molten lust pit, Ann's lips parted and her legs spread further.

"God, kiss me you fucking slut," Ann demanded, as Janice brought her lips to the girl's, their tongues intertwining and playing together, like two randy wolves cavorting. With grunting noises from both women, they ripped away the few confining clothes that remained, their nude bodies half on and half off the hotel room sofa.

"God...on the bed," Ann gasped, grasping Janice's hand and dragging her to the clean, freshly sheeted bower of love awaiting them. They fell onto the bed, laughing, their breasts and asses jiggling prettily for each other.

"Now, lie back, my sweet little lezzie lover," Ann grinned, delighting in the unobstructed view of her new lover's naked female body. She stroked Janice's smaller breasts with her fingernails, the sharp edges leaving white trails turning to red across her smooth, perfect skin. She followed those trails with her tongue, soothing the light irritation with the salve of her saliva, as Janice wriggled her hips with pleasure and delight.

"What a lovely mouth, and lips, and tongue you have," Janice whispered to her new love.

"The better to eat you with," Ann growled, her full intent now quite clear.

"Touch me between my legs, I want to cum," Janice whispered. Ann's fingers lightly stroked Janice over her swelling clit, red and moist, her practiced fingers teasing and delighting the woman's throbbing hot pearl of pleasure, Janice's hips jerking as electric bursts of ecstasy shot through her being.