A Reasonable Deal

A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 5)

Chapter 1

There was a light knock on the door, and Danielle opened it to the evening air. A pretty girl was standing in the door, her backpack—with laptop, notebooks, and a couple history books packed into it—was swung over her shoulder. Danielle looked at her teenage student for a moment with a smile.

Very nice legs...

she thought to herself as she looked down at the girl's tanned calves and lower thighs.

Cute black short skirt, white blouse...wish another button was undone....but the cleavage is looking good so far. Hmm. Looks like she's not the only one doing some studying tonight...I may take a crash course in anatomy.....

"Hey Jamie, good to see you. Come on in."

Jamie was a little thrown off by the slight pause before the friendly greeting, and the awkward scan Danielle had made of her outfit.

Yeah, she either isn't too happy with my skirt or is way too happy with it

Jamie thought to herself, remembering the rumors she'd heard in school about this teacher. The teacher was clearly in her slouching gear: a light blue sweatpants/sweatshirt combo that was a little more form fitting than normal, but nothing sexy. Still, her large D cup breasts and perfectly round ass were clearly present and accounted for.

"Welcome to my humble abode. There are some chips and drinks on the table. Feel free to help yourself. Bathroom is around the corner, first door on the right."

"Thanks, ...you have a nice apartment" Jamie replied, looking at the abstract paintings that adorned her wall. Maybe three of them. It should have been too much for a smaller living room, but it worked, and Danielle's love of art was clear. There were art and art history books all over her shelf. Her teacher gave a slight, "thanks but its nothing to be too proud of nod" nod and decided to get things rolling.

"Well, let's jump into this. We know why you're here. I really should, and could, give you a failing grade on this class Jamie. You have not done the work as you should have. You have done poorly on the tests. We need to be clear about that. What I am doing is purely voluntary, and though I'm happy to, and am looking forward to our times together, I insist that you do exactly as I say."

Jamie gave a few small nods of her head that indicated some degree of shame and perfect understanding of the situation. They began going through various topics that they had dealt with the previous week, and though Jamie was occasionally embarrassed by ignorance regarding earlier readings that she hadn't done, things that had been talked about in class seemed to have stuck in her mind, and Danielle quickly got the impression that, although Jamie didn't like reading history, she seemed to pay attention to her when she taught in class, which was something, at least.

They ended up discussing what Rome took from Greece, culturally, as well as some of the contributions Rome had left the world, and went over this or that battle, which Jamie wasn't all that interested in, and frankly, neither was Danielle, but the student gradually became comfortable with the teacher, and they were having a pretty good time. When they began discussing certain aspects of ancient Roman culture, they began to have some conversations that were very interesting to both of them.

"So girls got married, like, before they were 15?" Jamie asked....she was feeling a little warm, so she quietly undid another button on her blouse while Danielle was looking down at a book.

"Yes, often they married somebody much older than themselves, since it took awhile for men to come to the point where they could support a family, and there was such a high infant-mortality rate that women needed to have a lot of kids to make sure the parents would be provided for in their old age. It was pretty common all over the ancient world." Danielle explained, instantly noticing the opened shirt, and the fairly deep cleavage Jamie had revealed.

Hmmmm.....about time....

"Okay, like, I could see marrying an older guy, in theory" Jamie started to say, thoughts of John skipping through her mind, though marriage was not on her list of priorities, she understood that in somebody else's shoes it might make sense.... "but I don't get the whole, creepy, marrying-14-year-olds thing for the guys"

"Yes, I get what you're saying, some elements of life back then were weird. But that's the way it was, especially in the lower-rungs of society. Wealthier people were a lot more like us in that way.....but they were different in other ways too..... our society sees their lives as a lot more 'decadent' for example. They were always having orgies, and eating all the time, and having orgies while eating, and doing all sorts of weird stuff." Danielle commentated, thinking about all sorts of debauchery she had read about powerful men and lecherous women taking part in, and their various sexual escapades. It always stirred her.

I'm going to show you what decadent is in a second, Jamie

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"Yeah, like what you were saying about Tiberius and what's-his-name.....Calignus or something or other." Jamie crossed her legs, and her skirt rode up her thigh.

"Caligula, yes." Danielle corrected, with a smile. He was her favorite emperor. And that thigh looked tempting.

Jamie kept going: "I think it would be weird to be a servant or something....what if they just decided to have you or whatever? Like, just grabbed you and started, you know, doing whatever they wanted?" Danielle shifted in her seat a little, and Jamie continued "....that would be awkward....like, one moment you're just working, next moment you're like, having some creeper all up on you......" Jamie said. Inside she was thinking,

John can get all up on me anytime I'm working. Hmmm...I wonder if Caligula's female servants ever enjoyed his attentions..............if he was hot enough I probably would..........

Jamie leaned forward a little to look at a picture of a bust of Caligula, and Danielle was treated to a nice view of Jamie's bust, in turn.

"Well, I guess it might seem weird....but you know, they were the most powerful men in the world, and some women didn't seem to mind." Danielle sat a little closer to Jamie, "Roman Senators' wives were constantly carrying on affairs in that society. Particularly with decadent emperors...."

"Wow, well, I guess I can get that," and as she spoke, Jamie stretched, her back arching beautifully, her breasts proudly standing out. She spoke in the middle of the stretch, "Who knows? If he made a move on me I might.....oh, hey...." Danielle had placed her hands on Jamie's shoulders and was gently massaging them. It took Jamie by surprise......but it felt good. Jamie thought to herself,

Alright, went from scary/cool teacher to awesome teacher, in one second. Good job Danielle.

"What," Danielle said, enjoying the feeling of her student's soft skin, even through her thin blouse, "you would carry on an affair with Caligula? Pretty brave, kid." She was pushing her thumbs into Jamie's back, while gently gripping her shoulders. While she spoke, she moved her hands forward a little, up and over the shoulders, then she started running her fingers down and back up Jamie's soft skin—right below the girl's neck. Her hands went over her collarbone a little, than back up, then back down,.slowly, firmly pushing in.............she was doing a good job.

Jamie rolled her head around, enjoying the treatment, and repositioned herself so she was sitting with her back a little more towards her teacher. Danielle moved over and brought a leg up on the couch and around Jamie, so that Jamie's back ended up resting against her. Danielle's breasts pressed up against her young student. Her hands moved up and around Jamie's neck, her thumbs pressed in firmly where Jaime's neck met her head.....and Jamie loved it.

"Mmmmmm......well.....I wasn't thinking an affair really, I was just thinking if I was a servant girl or something...." Ummm... Jamie thought,

this conversation is actually getting a little weird......I think I'll keep my thoughts to myself on this ma......

"Oh I see. The most powerful man in the world finding you desirable" Danielle's hands moved down her student's neck, one resting on her left shoulder, her right hand falling quite low on the chest, the thumb lazily drawing circles between, and right above, Jamie's breasts. ".....yeah, it might be a bit of a turn on. I bet he'd be all over you, actually." Danielle leaned a little closer and said these words quietly.

Jamie laughed a little, and put her head back, as Danielle's left hand continued massaging near her neck. "Well, I'd like to think he would, but he probably could have whoever he wanted..."

I'm diggin the massage, but her hand is pretty close to my boobs there...but whatever. She's been chill...I don't know what I found scary about her at all.

Danielle's right hand moved, slowly, a little lower, and her little finger dropped down and gently felt the top of Jamie's left breast, pressing ever so slightly into the soft skin. Her eyes closed as she felt the highschooler.... it was perfect. She breathed out softly, and with a low voice, "I think if he had his choice, he would take you......I know I would...." and her hand lowered itself to Jamie's boob and squeezed it lightly.

Jamie whipped around to face her teacher. Danielle's eyes opened quickly. Jamie saw them instantly change from warm and kind to stern and business-like; her hand was still on the girl's breast, but the squeeze had changed,in some weird way, like her eyes had, from a passing touch to a firm grasp. "Wha....wha...............What are you doing......?" Jamie breathlessly asked, her eyes shifting from her teacher's determined face down to her determined hand, which had taken possession of Jamie's boob. She started to breathe quickly, nervously, her breasts rising and falling.

The firm grasp softened slightly, and started kneading its object of interest, and when Jamie's hands raised up to grasp her teacher's arm, trying to push it away half-heartedly, the grasp became insistent, and wouldn't be moved.

I don't want to offend her, but what's she want? Is she going to...like...attack me?? She can't. She won't. She'll lose her job, she knows that.

"Listen......I...uh....I know we were getting along and all...." Jamie started saying, incredibly distracted by her teacher's unwavering, direct eye contact, and the hand that was groping her "...and, you're really, really cool. I've had fun, but.......um....I didn't know you were a lesbian," at this point Jamie tried to push Danielle away, but her teacher's left hand circled around Jamie's back and pulled her close, her other hand had left Jamie's breast and was very slowly moving down, finding another button on her blouse, pausing, and starting to undo it...

"Mmhm. And?" Danielle replied, not adding anything else. She broke her stare at Jamie and lowered her eyes to her student's chest.

Jamie didn't know what to do for sure. Her teacher had replied just like she was replying to one of Jamie's excuses for not doing any homework. A sort of been-there-done-that tone that implied she knew what she was doing and didn't need this conversation since she knew what was going on already. "And......look....I'm not comfortable with this. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not bi-curious or whatever." The button came undone, the offending hand reached down to the next, and Jamie looked down towards it, then back up at her teacher, desperately, "Danielle, I'm not a lesbian."

"Really? Yeah, I figured as much. That's okay, no worries." the very attractive, dark-skinned woman said to her student—like she had dealt with this situation a thousand times before. Like Jamie was making excuses that didn't need to be made. Then she added, with a smile, "I'll enjoy you enough for the both of us."

Then she leaned in and brought her lips to Jamie's.

Chapter 2

Jamie closed her lips tight, and Danielle's started a gentle but consistent attack in retaliation for the non-cooperation. Danielle kissed her student's lips once, then twice, quickly, and then planted her lips on the girl's for a good long, sustained attempt. Her hands, moved from the embrace to quickly and deftly undoing the remaining few buttons on Jamie's shirt, while Jamie haplessly held her teacher's wrists, making a sorry attempt to keep the hands from doing their work.

The groping of the breast had been a demand for sex. That demand not being answered in the positive, there was a declaration of war, and Danielle had begun the battle.

Jamie was confused and unsure of herself. This was so unexpected. She had a dozen disconnected thoughts running through her mind, and the overflow of physical sensations was as overpowering as Danielle's body. The determined hands working away at her clothing, the large soft lips that were so aggressively enjoying her own, the feel of her teacher's breaths against her upper lip and nose were regulated and under control, but nonetheless felt passionate. She could hardly concentrate on fighting Danielle's hands when her teacher's lips were trying to get her to open her mouth, with the occasional flick of her tongue showing that she was not satisfied with simple kisses. Her shirt was undone and being pushed off her shoulders before she even realized it was happening. The kissing was really throwing her off. She was a step behind her teacher because of it. Her eyes closed, as the teacher was just too close...

Danielle was pleased. She looked at this like she was besieging a city or fighting a war. She opened her campaign against her opponent with a surprise assault on her mouth, but she compounded the confusion by beginning an attack from an unexpected direction, and, before the defender could react, she was attacking somewhere else. First the buttons to the blouse were undone, and when Jamie's hands went to frantically fumble away at redoing them, the blouse was being pulled off her shoulders, and when her hands went to find her blouse to pull it back on, her skirt was being hiked up to expose her pink thong, but in the time it took for a hand to start pulling the skirt back down to cover herself, her bra was off and gone. Slowly but surely the girl was being undressed, and Danielle was happy about her progress.

She was a great multi-tasker, and working away at Jamie was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and she was going at it like a project that needed to be done. She was very efficient.

The bra was gone, and the breasts were ready to be enjoyed, but there was no need to divide the attack yet. The forceful kissing was Jamie's primary defense concern, since it was direct contact with her body, but since her clothes being steadily removed was not as jolting to the senses, her brain was slower to react to that affront.

The blouse was open and all the buttons, soon enough, undone. Shortly, it was almost entirely pulled off, just the sleeves were stuck at the elbows. Danielle switched to having both hands do different tasks. One pulling the blouse off her student's shoulders and the other alternating between pulling her skirt up by the legs, and down by the waist, confusing Jamie's reaction. Danielle's eyes were still closed, but she was concentrated and had complete control of the situation, but Jamie was just reacting to different stimuli....she didn't stand a chance.

But at the moment, most of all, Danielle wanted her tongue to penetrate her target's mouth....since she felt that would be a lot for Jamie to process.....and she really enjoyed kissing...... so she decided on a different approach to the problem: to try and divert and shock her student enough to gain entry. She immediately reached down between Jamie's legs and cupped the young student's pussy, through her thong, with her hand, getting a few gentle rubs in on her clitoris with a thumb. Jamie jumped, her hands shot down to grab the offending hand's wrist and pull it away from her most private of places, and both her eyes and mouth opened in shock.

Lunging at the opportunity, Danielle's tongue entered Jamie's mouth. Her head tipped slightly, and their lips locked.. It was a job well done, and the reward was well worth the work. Danielle pushed in with delight. Her tongue explored every part of her young opponent's mouth, and sought out her tongue to engage and play with.

Her hand left Jamie's genitals, and moved up her body. Her other hand joined the journey and midway up her torso they began a firm push, which Danielle leveraged with her whole body. This took magnificent coordination and concentration. As Jamie's body fell back, Danielle's followed it, not breaking the kiss at all, in fact fighting Jamie's attempts at liberating her mouth while she did it. She then moved her legs between Jamie's, spreading them with her own. As she did that, her hands continued up Jamie's body, and ended up cupping her face, lightly stroking by the ears, and following her soft jaw line, and feeling her hair.

Jamie could barely think now. Her hands were weakly grabbing at her teacher's sweatshirt, of no use at all. The tongue in her mouth was overwhelming. It felt good, there was no denying it. She just didn't want to be made to feel good in this way by another woman....especially forcefully. But these weren't linear thoughts in her mind. Everything was scattered.

Of all the senses, Jamie's hearing was the most focused at the moment, and it latched onto one sound that made an impression on her, emotionally. Thoughts flooded her mind because of it. As Danielle forcefully and passionately made out with her victim, the teacher took a single, very slow and drawn out, quiet, but strong breath. It was a deep inhale, and light, light exhale, as she kissed. It sounded so contented, like a hard day's work was done, and now she could relax and enjoy herself. It sounded pleasured, like she was experiencing a wonderful massage after a difficult and enduring struggle. It sounded like relief, like she was finally getting to eat after starving the whole day.... and even if what she got was a little, it was the most delicious thing she'd ever had. Jamie felt, more than she understood these things, and it made her, though she didn't want to have sex with this woman, understand that trying to stop this would be a fight, and how that fight had gone already was an indication that she wouldn't win.

Danielle broke the kiss, finally, and raised herself up so she was kneeling above her student, her hands moving to hold down Jamie's. She was looking directly at her, the hard, stern look replaced by the kind, warm, almost motherly one. Then she let go and raised her hands up to herself and pulled off her sweatshirt.

Her body was amazing. Very athletic, but not too muscular, she had the hint of abs, a tight waist, large, soft, fantastic looking d-cup breasts, without a bra, but with dark brown nipples and large, dark aureoles. Her arms had slight muscular development, but not too much. Jamie knew she didn't stand a chance against this woman physically.

"That was quite a fight you put up there," Danielle said, smiling slightly, she crossed her arms under her large, awesome-looking tits. "I probably still have a little work cut out for me, but I'm going to make out with you some more and hopefully won't have to fight. Okay?"

Jamie was exhausted, and making out might be the best rest she could have.

I can not hold her off, like, she is way built, what am I going to do? She's not stopping. She's, like, not going to stop. I'm going to take a break. Make out. Then try to keep her away from having me.......all the way. She's such a dyke bitch but.....thank god she's not one of the ugly ones.....I think I'll..

"Listen....." Jamie started to say, trying to catch her breath, "I won't tell anybody about this, just let....."

oh here she comes again and

"Mmmmmhhhmmmmphhhhh" Jamie made muzzled sounds as her teacher reengaged her mouth. She wasn't even going to try to fight. While her hands lay limp at her sides, her teacher's lips were kissing her own, eating them up it seemed. When Danielle's lips were done, they would settle into a lock on the girl's mouth, which reluctantly and tiredly opened for her, and her tongue would enjoy its stay and lick and touch Jamie's.