Victoria sighed. She had been in a meeting with her mother, the Dean of Violetwood Academy, when suddenly her younger sister Justine was pulled from class and into the nurse's office. Since she was naturally a concerned parent, Gloria, Dean of the Academy and Students, quickly darted up from her cherry wood desk and bolted out of there. Victoria understood the severity of Justine's anemia, which was why Murphy and Gloria (her mothers) had decided not to have any other children, but Victoria had wished for a brother for years, and perhaps a little more attention from the women whom she called her parental units.
Victoria was eighteen. That day. And neither Murphy nor Gloria seemed to remember that fact, she grumbled internally as she got to her feet and left the office. As she walked by a mirror, she made a grimace at her expression. Her honey wheat hair had darkened in recent years and had turned wild and mouse-like, and into an unappealing brown. Her eyes were the only remarkable feature, a deep molten hazel, she thought as she went into the nurses office to play the saint-like tribute to her younger sister's birth-related plight.
"Hey," Victoria said, stepping into the nurse's office as Justine was examined closely. "How are you holding up?" she asked, lightly gripping one of her ankles in support.
Justine sighed. She had porcelain skin and bright, curly red hair. She resembled Merida from "Brave", right down to her tiny pointed nose and her bright blue eyes. She was nearly eleven years old, but she resembled an eight-year-old due to her small frame. "I think I'm okay," she said softly.
"Your iron is twenty-one," the nurse, Mrs. Thomas, said.
"Did you have any of the beef brisket at lunch, sweetheart?" Gloria asked in a worried voice.
"Mom, I told you. I don't like beef brisket," Justine said in a voice which could be described as petulant and a bit spoiled.
"Well what about Mama's pot roast, mashed potatoes, and carrots from last night?" asked Gloria.
"She ate the mashed potatoes and picked at everything else," Victoria gently reminded her.
Gloria immediately jumped on that. "Tell me, sweetheart, were you feeling sick last night?"
Victoria looked up at the clock. It was five minutes after one. She was due in one of the back study rooms of the library in five minutes. Biting her lip and adjusting her dark gray school jacket, she informed her mother of this. Given that she was so preoccupied with Justine, Gloria readily accepted this and excused Victoria.
Victoria left the nurse's office and dashed down the hallway, easily evading people, thankfully. She went in the back entrance of the library and slipped into the designated study room.
"Why, hello Victoria."
Blood quickly running cold, Victoria turned and nearly gasped. Ms. Collins, the English History teacher, sat there before her. Ms. Collins was in her early twenties and, due to her rich uncle, had gone to the finest private schools and had graduated at fourteen. She graduated college at eighteen and had come to work as an educator at Violetwood Academy soon thereafter, currently the youngest member of the staff at just twenty.
"Hi, Ms. Collins..."
"I know you were expecting Miles Tucker, but as far as boyfriends go, they're frowned upon in this institution, I'm afraid."
Victoria blushed from her cheeks, down to her breasts. She could not believe that Ms. Collins had infiltrated her meeting with Miles. Victoria and Miles had been a thing for nearly a year, and Victoria had had an extra special surprise for their anniversary that day: Several orgasms for him. She'd really been looking forward to this, but Ms. Collins was now chuckling.
And then she said the thing that would change their lives forever.
"Why have him when you could have me instead?"
"I'm sorry. Excuse me. I'm late for my advanced psychology class," Victoria said, running out of there.
Victoria came home that day and threw herself down upon her bed. Her cat, Belle, crawled on her back and nuzzled her face. Victoria sighed. I mean, it's not like she hadn't fantasized about Ms. Collins, right? I mean, she was only two years older than her, and she pretty much the definition of what would be considered to be a blonde bombshell. It was just unnerving that an actual teacher had made a legitimate pass at her...in the library...at school.
Victoria bit her nails. She was starting to wonder, due to her biological father's, Richard Norwood's, treatment of her, why she'd been into Miles Tucker at all. Her father was sentenced to life without parole for his crimes of murder (six counts, including her mother) and several counts of child abuse towards her. Although his parental rights had been terminated and she'd been formally adopted by Murphy and Gloria, at eighteen, she was eligible to meet with him if she so desired.
She bit her lip. Mama wouldn't be home from the firm for at least two hours, and Mom had a PTA meeting until at least nine. Justine had after school activities, and her mind was made up. It took a moment to get Belle from off of her back, but after that she managed to log in to her laptop and figure out just what prison he was in.
Of course he was in Sing Sing Prison, she thought to herself as she dialed the number and waited.
"Hello?"
"My name is Victoria," she said softly, sighing.
"Can I help you?" asked the man's voice on the other end.
"My father, Richard Norwood, is in prison there. When are visiting hours, please?"
"Monday through Saturday from 9:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m.," the man replied. "If you do come, you need some form of identification and you'd have to go through security."
"I understand," Victoria replied. "Thank you."
Victoria found herself tossing and turning that Friday evening when she was trying to sleep. Since her biological father was in New York and she was in Seattle, it would be difficult to go and see him. She decided that, since spring break was next week, she would ask to go see her mama's grandparents, Amber and Mandy.
As her mind drifted from her father, she could clearly see Ms. Collins in her mind's eye. She felt herself biting her lip, and she also found herself not wanting to leave that study room. In fact, she locked the door behind her and walked closer to Ms. Collins.
"What did you mean by that?" she heard her dream self asking. "What did you mean by me having you instead?"
Ms. Collins smiled. She had a lovely peaches and cream complexion with a pearlique mouth, as well as a perfect hourglass figure. Ms. Collins slowly and sensuously uncrossed her long, elegant legs and slowly advanced upon Victoria, closing the distance between them. It only took a moment for her to lean down and kiss her.
As Victoria's tongue instantly went upon automatic pilot, Ms. Collins reached down and stuck her hand up the eighteen-year-old's mini skirt. "You're shaved," she whispered into the student's mouth. "I like them best when they're shaved."
Victoria moaned as Ms. Collins gently slipped her fingers in between her pussy lips and stroked her clit. "Ms. Collins!" Victoria hissed into her history teacher's mouth. "Oh fuck..."
"You're wet for me, aren't you?" she whispered, a smile in her voice. "I love the feel of your wet pussy on my fingers."
Victoria jerked back and forth over Ms. Collins's finger as she stroke her clit, which became large and engorged very quickly. "I want this so much," she whispered. "I want you so much, Ms. Collins..."
"Show me how much," she replied in a soft voice. "Come for me, baby."
Victoria spasmed then, letting herself become wetter and wetter. She gasped at the amount of liquid which appeared in the thin shaft of light in the study room on Ms. Collins's finger. Ms. Collins smiled at Victoria and stuck the finger into her own mouth slowly and deliberately.
"You taste fucking amazing," Ms. Collins told Victoria with a smile.
"No," Victoria moaned softly as she slowly opened her eyes, realizing that it had all been a dream. Her bedside lamp was still on, and she threw her blankets back to scoot out of bed. She gasped then at what she saw. There, all around here, was what looked to be a pool of water. Upon further examination by inhaling, she discovered that it was her pussy juices.