This story is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If Lesbianism or teacher-pupil relationships upset you then please move on without reading.
Top of the class.
No matter how hard I tried to stop them, my eyes kept drifting toward the back of the classroom, where Carolyn Shaw sat. I also couldn't stop the faint blush from creeping onto my face when she looked up from her workbook and her fabulous greeny blue eyes met mine. Her fine blonde hair fell to her lower back and framed her perfect face with its porcelain skin and pale pink lips. "She knows." I thought. "She knows I am looking at her, probably even guesses why I am looking at her if that little smile is anything to go by."
The rest of the class had their heads down working on the maths problems I had set them so the exchanged look had not been seen by anyone else. I noticed Carolyn fidget slightly in her seat, as if trying to get comfortable. I sympathised, because I wanted to fidget a little too.
Although I knew how wrong it was for a teacher to be having thoughts this erotic about a student, especially a female teacher for a female student, I couldn't help but think about how her lissom body would look without the drab school uniform covering it. As I thought about her delectably pert breasts, her long legs still colt-like and the expanse of pale, lightly freckled skin that I had occasionally caught glimpses of as she went to a games class, my abdomen clenched and a tingling warmth spread through my groin.
I could feel the moisture beginning to leak out that would leave a wet spot in my knickers.
Glancing at my watch I breathed a small sigh of relief when I saw that there was less than 15 minutes left of the class. Normally I was too busy teaching to dwell on the erotic time bomb that was Miss Carolyn Shaw, but today, as the class was totally absorbed in the test I had set them there was none of the usual hum of questions and classwork to distract me. The whole thing seemed weird to me anyway, as far as I knew I was a straight heterosexual woman who had more than her share of boyfriends and had never even thought about any woman sexually. Yet here I was, definitely getting in a dither about one of my 18 year old female pupils!
Just as I was feeling thankful that I had a free period next which would give me plenty of time to "sort myself out", I noticed a hand being raised at the back of the class.
"Could you help me with something please Miss?", yes, it was Carolyn.
Feeling slightly nervous I walked to stand behind her desk, peering at her workbook to try and see what was puzzling her when I felt her hand brush the back of my leg. I almost gasped aloud at the shock the touch sent through my whole body. Frantically I looked round to see if anyone had noticed anything but Carolyn was seated on her own in the back row and all the others were concentrating on their work, trying to finish the test before the end of class.
"Its this one Miss.", she said pointing at her workbook. I needed to lean forward anyway as I had to rest my hand on her desk to support myself, so great had been the shock of her touching the back of my leg that way. This brought our heads quite close together and she suddenly whispered, "This is what I need help with."
As she said that, her other hand drifted down between her legs which were slightly opened beneath her desk. The hand that she had touched the back of my leg with moved higher until it went under my skirt...higher still, above the top of my stocking onto the bare flesh...higher still until it was touching the crotch of my knickers, feeling the heat and the even bigger wet patch now there.
I was completely frozen, leaning forward, my blouse gaping slightly affording Carolyn an opportunity to look at my bra clad breasts should she take it. I could see she definitely took the opportunity, her eyes practically unclipping my bra with the intensity of her stare. Only my eyes moved, flicking between the class and Carolyn's hand which was now obviously rubbing between her own legs. Her other hand...Ohhh, her other hand, it was now pressing my knickers firmly into the wetness oozing from me.
What the hell was happening? Was I still sitting behind my desk at the front of the class having a really vivid fantasy? It was made blazingly clear that this was no fantasy when I felt the hand on my pussy suddenly clench tightly against my inner thigh and tremble, I saw Carolyn clamp her legs around the hand between them as she shuddered slightly, hips bucking forward in her seat, her eyes rolling a little before screwing closed.
For a few moments nothing happened except for the hand she had between my legs continued to tighten and release convulsively against my thigh and pussy. Then I felt her release a breath she had been holding and take another in before saying, "Oh, I see now, thank you Miss," before her hand that had been up my skirt slid back down my now trembling leg. Her other hand came out from between her legs and outrageously brushed over mine which was still steadying myself on her desk. Her hand was very warm and left a sticky smear on my fingers. She had a beatific smile on her flushed face.
