Unsatisfied Teacher

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Having lunch in the school staff room with Marci is my normal daily routine. She's the newbie on staff, fresh out of college, teaching Art and Drama. She's the type of person everyone wants to be around, bubbly, funny, empathetic.

She's blonde, bold, loud, promiscuous and shares great stories about her social life, she's on several dating apps and no intentions of ever having a steady relationship. She's 5'4", over abundant breasts, thin waist, and wide hips. She prefers tight sweaters, and short skirts.

"Plans for another wild weekend Marci?" I ask as she opens her Tupperware container of leftover Thai.

"I've got a couple options, a follow up request from a couple I hooked up with last week, and I'm chatting with a recently graduated law student, he's hosting a party Saturday."

"Still undecided, maybe someone else will become available."

I've never shared much about my home life, especially any negativity with Marci, but after my extreme arousal last night by Bob, then being deflated by Tim's futile attempt at lovemaking, I decide to share my frustration with her.

"Tim hasn't gotten me off for months, he's no longer attentive to me. I feel like a blow-up doll, a sperm receptacle, and his housemaid."

"Oh Wanda," She takes my hand,

"You need to talk to him, tell him how you feel."

"I have, several times, I'm not sure he hears me, he certainly doesn't seem to care."

"You deserve to be happy, what do you intend to do?"

"I was thinking of going on one of your hookup pages."

"I'm seriously considering having an affair. Masturbations not enough anymore I want to feel another body, I need some affection."

"His friend Bob is staying with us, his wife kicked him out for cheating."

He's handsome, sexy, exciting, he really turns me on. We flirted at supper last night; I got so horny."

"I wore a sexy, lace nighty to bed, and intended to initiate sex play. He didn't even look at me. Tim turned off the lamp and spooning me, got himself off, in 4 minutes. Marci, he came in 4 minutes; then immediately rolled over and went to sleep. No kiss, no comment, nothing, I felt like a blow-up doll, a sperm receptacle."

"I fought an immense urge to go downstairs to Bob's bed, but I masturbated instead. I'm craving having an affair with Bob; I love Tim, but he's not giving me what I need, I need more, I'm seriously considering divorcing Tim."

"Maybe you need to shock him, shake him up, threaten to leave him; you're a stunning, desirable woman, it's crazy he doesn't make any effort to satisfy you." She's rubbing my hand between hers.

"Hell, so many would, I certainly would." She gazes into my eyes, kisses the back of my hand; I realize how nice her massage feels.

"Wanda, I've considered approaching you; I didn't because I thought you were happily married." Both her thumbs are rubbing the back of my hand; God it feels nice, a gentle caring touch, I haven't felt anything like this in months. She leans forward.

"I'm bi, and I'm very willing if you want to." She whispers.

I was enthralled at her admission, a little taken aback; I never thought about her in a sexual way. I hadn't considered a same sex affair; I was reminded of a forgotten, thrilling cheerleader sleepover back in high school.

Lunchtime was over, we went back to class.

That afternoon I couldn't get Marci out of mind, maybe I should do it with her, and not risk Bob and Tim's bromance. It might be satisfying enough to get me out of this funk. She is sexy, and willing. There's only a couple more days until schools out for the summer; maybe we could have a summer tryst. Geezus, why not, I think I should.

I looked for Marci after classes, hoping to continue our conversation and possibly discuss a lusty liaison, but she'd already departed.

I was fantasizing about Marci, not Bob during supper. I was doing the dishes when my phone chimed; it was Marci. Her pic on my phone showed blood on her face and a ripped t-shirt, a boob exposed, hair disheveled, she was crying. I answer the call, run to Tim; show him the pic.

"Marci's been assaulted, I gotta go."

I rush to Marci's apartment, she's stretched out, relaxed on the sofa, with a wine in her hand, she points to a glass on the coffee table, my eyes focus on her exposed tittie.

"What's going on?"

"You scared me Marci, I thought you were assaulted, I presumed you were raped by someone from one of your online hook-ups."

"A little theatre blood, a bit of my drama teacher flair and voila; here we are." She lifts her glass to toast.

"After our lunchroom chat, I couldn't focus on school, I fantasized about you, I left school, feigning ill." She patted the sofa for me to sit, as she swung her legs around and sat up.

"I wanted to further discuss our sexual options; I figured my ruse would get you here quickly." She smiled broadly as I lifted the wine to my lips.

"I was concerned you'd be sneaking into Bob's bed tonight." She opened a fancy metal cigarette case, took out a joint and lit it.

"I believe you still love Tim, and you'd destroy your marriage, and a friendship cheating with Bob."

"I think you should figure out somehow to confront them together." She passes me the joint, I coughed profusely, I hadn't toked since college.

"Bob's most likely unable to turn down someone as sexy as you; rather than forcing Tim to accept you having an affair with his cheating best friend. You seek some affection, some quality orgasms."

"Before you take that drastic step, with Bob; I think we should make love, let me satisfy you." My draw on the joint went better, I hardly coughed.

She's made a valid point.

"More importantly, I want the opportunity to hook up with you, before you sneak into bed with Bob." She finished the roach.

"Have you ever had lesbian sex?"

"Yes, in high school, at a sleepover with a cheerleader;" I finish my wine.

'Good weed, I've got a buzz on.'

"I enjoyed it, however at that time I was getting gratification a couple times a week from the schools #1 jock, so I never continued the path of lesbian sex." I poured more wine.

"However, I certainly have been fantasizing about it since our lunch conversation. I've been fixated on the topic since. I looked for you after class, I wanted to arrange a hook up." I sip, gazing over the rim of my glass. I could feel my nipples harden, and my pussy get wet.

"I always just thought of you as a good friend, not sexually attracted to you; and that bare boob has me mesmerized, it's been staring at me since I arrived."

"What, you like this?" She cups her large melon shaking it; rips off the remainder of her tee, becoming topless.

"Look, I have a matching set." She cups them, her fingers on the underside, bouncing and wiggles them at me.

No words were needed, we moved to embrace each other, our mouths met; tongues searching, swirling, dancing, I moaned, her fingers went under my top, squeezed my tit.

It was immensely thrilling to the feel another girl's wet lips, profoundly passionate, sensual. I don't recall ever being turned on so much by a kiss. Arousing, enticing, beguiling.

I think, my gawd, I'm so close to cumming, this is so erotic. No Wanda, fight it, don't cum yet, prolong it, enjoy it.

"Mmmnngghhh," I pull back,

"Marci, I'm horny as fuck." I hasten to get my clothes off,

"Geezus, I'm ready to explode, one climax won't be enough to quell my extreme lust for you." I splay out naked on the floor.

"Marci, I want you, hurry. My gawd I want this so bad."

As she lowered her face between my legs; I arched my back, aching for an orgasm.

"Uh, are you sure you're ready?" She giggled.

"Shut up and eat my cunt."

Marci's mouth went directly to my pussy, her tongue flicking, teasing my clitoris, sucking my lips, nibbling, her fingers twisting, tugging each tit.

I was squirming and writhing on contact, my orgasm started immediately, the floodgates opened. It was like a dam burst and every nerve end in my body was tingling; I exploded sending fireworks out from my vagina to the extremities of my body. My toes curled, I shivered, I squealed in delight, as months, maybe years of repressed sexual sensations released.

I couldn't pinpoint what was happening, I was ecstatic, I continued climaxing under her talented tongue tutelage for several minutes. I was floating in heavenly bliss. I came multiple times.

3

"Oh, my gawd, Marci, I've never had such a powerful orgasm in my life; you're awesome, I really needed that." I flopped my arms outstretched beside me.

"Wanda, I got a great deal of pleasure from it too," She lightly covered my pubic area with tiny kisses.

Crawling up alongside me, we again kissed, intimately caressing each other's boobs, the kissing was more sensual and deliberate, longer, more passionate, calmer, without dueling tongues, it was slower, erotic, tender and loving. We lay there necking for several minutes.

"Let's take a break, you're staying the night, and if we don't get much sleep, we'll remain in bed and take tomorrow off from school." She gets up.

"Call Tim if you wish, I'll get another bottle of wine; and you fire up a fat doobie, please."

I watch her ass sway as she sashayed away; I've never looked at a woman like this before, with lewd, lecherous, carnal thoughts.

'I'll be sharing a bed with her tonight, engaging in loving, lurid, lesbian licks with this luscious lady.'

I text Tim, with a joint hanging out of my mouth, telling him I'm consoling Marci tonight. Damn I feel so nasty, raunchy, sexy, alive.

James Brown plays in my head, 'OOO, I feel good, so good, so good.'

Marci settles next to me, close, our legs touching, she takes the weed, and passes me the bottle; I pour and speak.

"Marci, you didn't get that proficient without experience, please share your sapphic story."

She sips, smiles seductively.

"I was sunbathing by our pool, laying on my back in the skimpiest bikini I owned. It was a perfect sunny day, I had my earbuds in listening to my favorite song list, maybe sleeping; I thought I was dreaming, a light touch on my thigh, a brush on my breast. I was aroused, slid my fingers under my bikini.

In this dreamy state, I felt wet lips on mine. It was a sensational kiss, erotic, steamy. I felt a tender squeeze on my nipple, opening my eyes I saw my stepsister. Her hand tugged the string on my bikini. Her mouth went to my breast, my arms went around her neck and she laid on the blanket beside me. I had the best orgasm, better than any of my male dates.

We spent that afternoon and night in my bed. Over the remainder of summer recess, she taught me about my body, showed me how to give her great orgasms.

"I had several sexual experiences during my college years, but none matched my first."

"I had a few boyfriends in college, but they were inexperienced, too eager, ignorant, inexperienced, quick to ejaculate, unsatisfying."

"My 1st long-term relationship with anyone was with my second-year college roommate."

"Details please." I finish my wine.

She tucks her feet under her, squiggles into the corner of the sofa, like she's readying to watch a movie.

"Minglee, a petite Asian, quiet, shy, studious. We got along fine, but we had totally different personalities, she went to study hall, I went to parties. I'd come home in the wee early hours; she'd get up soon after and start her day. I had no morning classes, she had mostly morning classes. One day I woke up near noon, surprised she was still in her bed."

"Minglee, it's noon, why are you in bed."

"I noah feeow vewwy guud." She whimpered. I moved to her bed, put my hand on her forehead, she had a high fever, but was shivering. I got my blanket, crawled in beside her, covered us both, and I snuggled with her. I remained with her, skipping my classes; we both fell asleep.

It was late evening when she spoke.

"I feeow much bedder." I rolled away to get up.

"Wait," she put her fingers on the back of my neck,

"Stay some moh, me likee you cuddle." We remained in an embrace for a long time, nothing sexual happened just enjoying being close with the warmth of each other.

A couple nights later, I returned from a party, I wasn't drunk, but I knocked into something.

"Ow fuck."

"You okee dokee?" Minglee asked.

"Hurt my knee." I replied.

She turned on her light.

"Lemmee see, I make bedder."

She was only wearing skimpy red panties, her tiny titties reminded me of when I got my training bra, I was attracted to them, mesmerized by them, the areoles and nipples were almost black. It was the first time I saw her sexually, but I was aroused, flashback memories, feelings, of my teenage lesbian exploits.

She kneeled on the floor and tugged my sweats down. I was commando and had just had sex at the party, so I'm standing there, my bare, sopping labia, mere inches from her face. Totally embarrassed, I sat on my bed. She inspected my knee.

"No blood, you yikely yive." She giggled, then, like a naive young child investigating; she reaches to my twat and pushes her forefinger into my pussy.

"You strong smell, vewwy wet." she sniffs her finger.

"Me noah smell likee dat."

"I fucked a guy at the party, so that's the scent."

"Oh, okee dokee, I virgin, so still sweet, huh?"

"You no hair on poossee, Minglee have much hair."

She stands pushing her panties down. I stare at her thick black bush.

"Yes, you look very sweet Minglee," I'm wrestling with my feelings, I'm extremely desirous of seducing this delightful Asian morsel, but I'm having guilt feelings about being the thief of her youthful virgin innocence.

She sits beside me.

"Me likee when I finger down there, you likee finger in you? Is dat what fucking feeoh like?"

"Uh, ya kinda." I lift my shirt off, hoping my larger boobs might entice her. I wanted her to make the first move.

She reaches to my tit, squeezes it as she lays back on the on the bed.

You, sticka finger to me; I sticka finger inna you?"

I couldn't resist; I was overcome with lesbian lust, I went animalistic. I ravished her, she was delicious, delectable, sweet. She quickly climaxed. She was so sexy to me, tiny, fragile, nubile. She lit a fire in me. I was insatiable, gluttonous, I devoured her relentlessly, she had several loud, violent orgasms, before she fingered me to climax.

We played with each other most of the night, we both skipped class the next day ordering food mid-day, never dressing we continued our sexual exploration. We spent many hours in a single bed, just enjoying each other, the goal of a climax didn't seem important, making each other feel special was fulfilling enough. It was Monday, 3 1/2 days after I hurt my knee stumbling into our room; before we left the room and returned to class.

Such a special sylph, we remained in a monogamist relationship until she went back to Japan after that semester."

"I uh, I loved her, kinda still do, I think of her often."

Marci sighed deeply, finished her glass of wine.

4

I could see the contentment on Marci's face, sharing her Minglee relationship with me. I refilled our wineglasses.

"You're on several dating or hook-up apps Marci, do you prefer male or female hookups?"

"Yes." She giggles.

"I've never had the opportunity for a shemale, but I'd be all over that too, I might be a nympho, I'm definitely a sex addict. I prefer variety, the thrill of a new fresh experience, long term relationships become repetitive, if not spiced up with diversity of some sort, they fizzle out. You are a perfect example; you marriage is stale."

"I'd like you to help me create an online search profile." sipping wine,

"After tonight, I definitely want to explore more lesbian experiences. I'm inexperienced, but eager."

"Follow your natural instincts, take your time, be gentle; sensitive, aware of your partners reactions, keep it emotional, not cerebral." She took my hand, stood, "C'mon gorgeous, let's go to bed."

She sat on my left.

"Lesson one, I'm thinking we may need many, many lessons," touching my cheek turning my face to hers, our kiss was amorous, erotic, tender. We lay back our mouths remained locked. She whispered in my ear,

"Put your hands under the pillow, so you don't worry at all about what to do." I was flat on my back and tucked my arms under the pillow, Marci laying on her side, her lips delicately nibbled my earlobe.

"Relax, close your eyes, you only need to enjoy your feelings as I savor your delectable body."

Her fingertips ran tenderly over my right cheek as she nibbled and kissed my left. She used her fingernails to comb my eyebrows, taking effort to align each individual hair. Her fingertips delicately explored my entire face, mostly my lips; it was as if she was a blind sculpturer, intent on getting every contour precise.

'Gawd it was sensual, a relaxing face massage' I've never felt so loved, at this point I completely succumbed to her arousing exploration.'

Across my shoulders and down my chest between my breasts her nails lightly grazed my flesh. Her fingertips followed the crease under my boob, her thumb, very lightly, barely touching, around my areole.

While her thumb remained motionless against my squishy bump, her nails grazed over the entire breast surface avoiding the darker skin. Every one of her sharp nails grazed from the base of my breast, up to the rim of the darker skin; raking the soft flesh, like one would make a sandcastle taller, scooping from the base bringing it up to the higher edge.

Her forefinger nail circled the edge of my areole. My first audible sigh; my nipples were craving to be touched, my mind focused intently on the teasing diminishing circles getting closer to my nips. She used her thumb and forefinger nails to lightly pinch the base of my nipple; twirling at the base, slightly concerning, as the possibility any more force of the sharp nails could cut the tender flesh. It creates a sensation, combining fear with a blend of pain and pleasure.

Her nails tried stretching, elongating my hard nubs. Several repeated attempts to make them longer, harder.

'Geezus, the attention was almost excruciating, I was vibrating inside, every nerve ending in my body is on high alert; desirous of getting caressed.'

NOBODY ever gave me this much attention, such tremendous foreplay.

Abandoning the attempt to make them longer she poked them from the top, pushing them back into my areole, squishing them down creating a divot in my soft tit. Next her fingers went across my erect nipples, making them fold sideways before popping back up like tiny sentinels, then the next finger repeated the sideways force, and they popped past for the next. She repeated this performance slowly, several times.

I gasped as she took my left nipple between her teeth, lightly biting before rolling it side to side. My body was screaming for an orgasm, yet I wanted these erotic, stimulating sensations to continue, I was never this fully aroused.

'She's spent more time on my boobs than any previous complete sex act from my past. I was in heaven.'

Her fingers slithered down to my abdomen as her lips imitated the nails tugging on my nipple, as if trying to pull it away from its mooring. I began sighing uncontrollably, every delicate action Marci made, was sending me to a higher elevation of desire' again i fought the urge to climax, wanting to savor this exquiste encounter.

'Ohh, it is already euphoric, if she stopped right now, I would be pleased, not wanting her to, but I understood, it's not only the destination, but the journey can be satisfyingly rewarding too.'

"Mmmnnnhhh," escaped my lips, as I felt the sharp nail cross my clitoris, my hips involuntarily arched, my legs parted wider. Her forefinger tracing around my love button, teasing it and replicating the same action with my clit as she did to my nipples. So similar, that I was actually anticipating the next touch. The nails trying to pluck the protruding pith from its position was too much; my clit was pulsating, sending intense electricity cascading through me. I've never been vocal during sex, but I let out a loud guttural groan.