Adventures of Teachergirl

“Hey Jenny, you made it," Cara exclaimed as I walked through the patio gate towards the gathering of other women near the pool. Even though I had known Cara for years, I was still pretty nervous showing up as the only straight girl attending a hot summer day pool party with a group of her lesbian friends. Cara started introductions and everyone was very nice and their greetings took some of the edge off my being uncomfortable. I had gone to school with Cara and knew she was gay, but we had always been friends and I welcomed her invite to the party. Some socialization with people my own age was a nice change since I had spent the past couple of months getting my things moved into the small house on my grandparents property.

After just graduating from a state university in Idaho in May, I had chosen to come back to the small town where I was raised to help them out. They were wonderful to me growing up and paid a great deal of my college education, which I’m very thankful of. Now, it seemed they were both growing old fast, so I figured I could help them out around the farm and hopefully be of assistance to them in the daily tasks they were finding more difficult to achieve on their own. Luckily, the local school had an opening for a part-time, high school English teacher and girl’s volleyball coach. Since my degree was in teaching, and I was All-State two years in a row in high school at volleyball, it all worked out. I must admit, it was a strange feeling returning to my old school as a teacher. There were still teachers there who taught when I attended, several of whom made what I would consider pretty suggestive or inappropriate comments, and a few gropes. I wondered how they would treat me now, but I was ready to deal with it.

The pool looked inviting as the heat from the late afternoon Idaho summer was blasting down on us. Someone handed me a hearty, frozen margarita which tasted great, and the music kicked in – Melissa Etheridge of course! Cara led me around and showed me the home she was house sitting at for the summer. It was a very nice house, sitting up on a hill over looking the town in the valley below. “You can change in here," she said, pointing to a bedroom off the hallway. “Don’t worry," she added, “you’re a hotty and some of the girls will be checking you out, but nobody is aggressive here, it will all be cool for you." I smiled and thanked her for continuing to make me feel at ease then shut the door to the room and stripped off my jean shorts, thong, t-shirt and bra, and changed into my pink two piece swimsuit.

I checked myself out in the mirror, and if I might say, I looked pretty damn hot! Cara’s words about the other girls checking me was strangely a bit of a turn on, although I’m not sure why. But, I always liked to be somewhat of a tease so I thought to myself, “What the heck, if there are no guys around to look at me I might as well see if I can turn some girls heads." Just something sexual I guess, probably because I was pretty horny anyway. Since leaving college I had broken up with my boyfriend, Todd, who thought we should “meet other people and be friends." Whatever, the jerk. He was good in bed though, and I did miss the intimacy, as well as some hot sex now and then. It had been almost 2 ½ months since I’d been laid and my fingers had become my new best friend. [I’d even lost my vibrator during the move from college, and there definitely wasn’t any place out here to buy a new one!]

I primped my hair a bit standing in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom. The summer had brushed me with a great tan and bleached out my already blonde hair. Since my grandparents tended to stay inside during the hot afternoons, it gave me a chance to get both some running in to keep my 23 year old body hard, and lay out to sunbathe. Despite the change from the hectic college social life to the quiet rural surroundings, things were pretty good in life. The exercise and sun worshipping had conditioned me well to sport my new swimsuit in public for the first time. It was pretty skimpy; the top just big enough to cover my nipples and not much more of my breasts, and the bottom was about as low cut as I could go with revealing my natural blonde status, while showing almost as much butt as if I had a thong on. I loved the way it had to be tied together on each hip to stay on, just a simple pull of the string made it come right back off. At 5’5”, 118 pounds, and all legs, I was pretty popular at the university. “Time to make the lesbians drool," I teasingly said to myself as I opened the bedroom door and headed back to the pool.

The moment I walked onto the patio I caught double takes from the other girls, along with some playful cat calls and whistles. It was all in fun and I just shrugged my shoulders and ordered up another margarita. People were swimming now and I did my best girl-dive into the pool to cool off. The water was cool compared with the hot, dry air, and as I climbed back out of the pool I heard Cara say out loud, “Hey Jenny, your nipples are going to tear through that skimpy top," which drew some laughs from the others. I looked down and she was right, the cold water had seriously nipped me out! “Are those even real," she asked, which garnered even more laughs. “100% pure farm girl," I proudly disclaimed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been asked that before. I was lucky to have been blessed with great tits, what more can I say! I grabbed a towel and climbed into the lounge chair next to her and a woman named Rita, who I guessed to be in her early thirties. The three of us laughed and drank, drank and laughed, and drank some more. I was totally relaxed now and very much at ease. All in all, a pretty darn good way to spend a summer day.

The late afternoon turned into early evening and although the sun was disappearing over the steep rolling hills, the still, dry air made for the conditions of a perfect hot summer night. The music was still blaring chick tunes, and some of the party had moved inside while a few of the others had left altogether. This gave me some good one on one time to speak with Cara about how she was doing and about life in general. We were pretty buzzed from all the margarita’s we’d consumed so we were able to be pretty open. I wasn’t shy asking curiosity questions about the underground lesbian community in the area. It seemed like a strange place, given the redneck nature of where we were at, the rural, farming/ranching country of central Idaho.

“You know," Cara said openly, “it’s actually pretty cool out here. The rednecks don’t seem to mind, most of them are probably turned on the idea of women doing women, and the church goers are usually pretty polite to you as long as you’re just polite to them. We don’t flaunt it, you know, no big lesbian parades and we’re not in your face about it, so people let us be.” I could tell she was comfortable speaking about it with me and I found it refreshing she would be so honest. But then suddenly her toned changed and she had a seriousness about her.

“At least everything was pretty cool until those three women working over at the mill came into town. And now they’re hanging out with Weasel to make it a pretty special foursome." I hadn’t heard that name in awhile. “Weasel from high school," I asked? Cara nodded. Weasel’s real name was Billy. He was just this total loser who had dropped out in the tenth grade after getting routinely kicked out of school for being a trouble maker and selling drugs. He was my brothers’ age, around 28 or 29, and I remember him showing up uninvited at parties when I was in the high school here in town. The guy was creepy, and it seemed like he was always hitting on me when I lived here, asking me out, saying crude things about what he’d like to do to me in bed, things like that. “Does he still drive that crappy 280Z," I asked? “No, he’s moved up to crappier Trans-am," replied Cara. “Hey, I hear he’s still single if you’re interested," she joked. “Oh, I’m sure," I shot back. “It will be a cold day in hell before that guy ever gets his hands on me."

“Weasel is just Weasel," Cara said. “But the three broads, they’re hardcore, and they’re trouble. “What kind of trouble,” I asked. Cara lowered her voice. “They’re just aggressive. You know, hitting on the pretty ones and bullying around the girls who are butch. We have some tough ones here, but none of them will challenge these three, especially the big one." I could see a different look in Cara’s eyes as she talked about it. “Rumor has it they’ve all done some time in jail. We just avoid them whenever we can and try to stay out of their way. And whenever they are around, we stay together. No one wants to end up alone with these three, especially if you’re on the pretty side. You definitely need to avoid them, Jenny," Cara warned.

“What do you mean by hardcore," I asked naively? This was all new, and intriguing to me. Cara looked at me, recognizing I didn’t, and couldn’t, know the “language” of the culture. “Shit Jenny, you are so innocent. What I mean is, how do I say this, I mean that they have, well, I mean the big one has, well she’s different." She looked at me intently, expecting me to have some clue, which I didn’t. “I still don’t get it," I said perplexingly. Cara scanned the group to see if anyone was within ear shot. “I mean," she said almost in a whisper, “the big one has a huge…”

Just then Rita walked up with a couple more mixed drinks and interrupted us. “Spill your secrets, girls," she laughed. “Just reminiscing on our school days together," replied Cara. Rita motioned for us to come inside. “The good girls have gone home for the evening, time for us bad girls to get started," instructed Rita. We went through the house onto the big, sweeping front porch that overlooked the valley below. The pungent smell of marijuana smoke instantly hit my nostrils. There were probably 6 to 8 of us left, and several of the girls were passing two pipes around the group. I hadn’t smoked any pot in probably 6 months when I had a little at a frat party on campus. “What the hell," I thought to myself, “I’m having a great time, why not live it up tonight." When the pipe came to me I took a large hit and passed it on, but the group insisted I smoke all of it. At first I refused, but I became so mellow after that first hit that I continued on until it was all ash. Rita was there at my aid with another frozen margarita to quench my already parched mouth.

I was so stoned! That hit me really fast. I lost track of time, but it seemed that within a few minutes we were all just standing on the porch laughing about the stupidest things, when an old Ford Bronco came roaring up the long gravel drive and came to sliding stop outside the house. I didn’t realize how loud the music was blaring until all the women on the porch came to complete silence and looked at the Bronco. The doors opened, and out spilled the three roughest looking women I had ever seen, plus…Weasel! It was the group Cara had talked about with so much concern. Obviously, they were crashing our party. As they approached the steps to the porch I caught my first good look, although admittingly impaired, of the big one, whose name was Eve. Still wearing only my tiny bikini, I realized that Eve was looking me over pretty good, in a way I recognized as being sexual of nature. It was a bizarre feeling for me, being so directly checked out by this big lesbian bull. Strangely enough, I guess it kind of turned me on.

As she and her gang made it up onto the porch, asking if there were any beers left, I just stood silent checking out what an interesting look they had about them, especially Eve. I was shocked that this was a woman, definitely the most bull-dyke looking female I had ever seen, obviously the alpha-girl of the gang. And damn, she was a big woman, at least six feet tall and I would guess at least 250 plus pounds. Not that she was fat, I mean, she definitely had some flab on her, with kind of a beer gut and a good deal of junk in her trunk. But solid at the same time if any of that makes sense. You could tell she was strong by her broad shoulders and thick thighs. And huge boobs that were barely contained inside the white, stretch tank top she wore under her denim coveralls, which were cut off and frayed at the knees. She wore construction boots to top it all off. I could see why no one would want to mess with her. The other two, introduced as Mika and Darlene, weren’t as big as Eve, but were still bruisers. Mika dressed in camouflage, Darlene in jeans and a black t-shirt. Weasel had gained some weight since I’d last seen him which he needed, maybe he was off the hard drugs finally and keeping some meals down. He hadn’t gotten rid of the mullet cut though, and it looked as tacky as ever.

The mood on the porch was definitely awkward. I was pretty wasted and I guess was lost in the deep thought process that comes with too much pot smoking. But I did realize I was not only the hottest looking girl in the group, but I was also the only one still wearing just a bikini, and mine was so small I was about 5 ounces of fabric away from being totally naked! That fact alone is probably why Eve and her gang were constantly staring at me. I’ve been gawked at enough by men and boys to know when I’m the subject of sexual desire, and these three definitely had that look about them as they raped me with their eyes. I don’t know if it was all the intoxicating substances I had consumed, or the fact I hadn’t been laid in awhile, but somehow, I was becoming turned on just knowing I was teasing these three with my scantily clad body on display right before them. I wondered that if they had the chance, what would they do with me?

“Well, if it isn’t little Jennifer. My, my, you certainly did grow up with all the right stuff, girl," Weasel called across the porch to me. “Shit, why do I have to be standing here in this skimpy bikini with that creep around," I said to myself. I didn’t even respond to Weasel, just turned and walked back into the house, catching some whistles from the newcomers on my way. I headed for the kitchen and found Rita putting away some dishes. “Hey kid, did the fearsome foursome run you off," she jokingly asked. “Yeah, it was creeping me out the way they were staring at me," I replied. “Well look at you," said Rita was a very seductive look in her eye. “I’ve been checking you out all night as well."

I wasn’t even prepared for what happened next. She walked right up to me, put her arms around my waist, pulled me to her, and planted a long deep kiss on my lips.

She was a great kisser and I let her slip her tongue into my mouth onto mine. It was incredible the way I was feeling, this older woman just mashing on me. As we mashed, her hands moved from my hips down onto my nearly nude buttocks, caressing and squeezing me. I put my arms up around her shoulders and just let her feel whatever she wanted. I was so lost in the moment. “Let’s go downstairs," she whispered in my ear, “there is a bedroom right off the rec room where we can be alone." My heart raced and I couldn’t believe I heard myself say “ok”. Rita took my hand and led me out of the kitchen, down the long hallway to the stairs leading into the basement. Once inside the room, she again assertively held me and continued to kiss me with long, deep, passionate kisses.

“Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you," Rita said. I heard the bedroom door shut and then the sound of Rita fumbling through her back-pack. I stood in anticipation of what she might come up with when I felt her step up behind me, her t-shirt covered breasts pressing against my back and her left hand covering my eyes. “Put your hands on my hips," she instructed. I reached back around me and followed her orders, my hands resting on the denim of her jean shorts. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a low, humming vibration. She had a vibrating dildo! Already turned on by Rita’s bold move of bringing me into the bedroom, I instantly felt myself get wet at the thought of a dildo in her hand and knew perfectly well what her plans were to do with it. It had been so long since anything had filled me, my body trembled with anticipation. “Is this something you might be interested in," asked the older woman softly. “Oh yes, very interested”, I uttered, my voice cracking. “I think it wants you, too," she replied.

Just then I felt Rita’s warm lips on the back of my shoulder and then onto my neck. She took her left hand off my eyes, and I realized she had turned the lights off in the room. I kept my hands on her hips inviting her to explore my scantily clad body, when she took the liberty I had given her. Her kisses on my neck were mixed with long licks from her hot tongue on my skin. Then I felt her left hand caress my shoulder, then slide its way toward my breast, gently squeezing my boob. “Very nice, Jenny," she whispered, “you are one very beautiful girl." With her other hand Rita pressed the pulsing dildo against my lower abs, slowing making a trail down across the outside of my tiny bikini bottom until stopping with the tip of the tool pressing just between my legs. Instinctively I spread my legs until my feet were shoulder length apart giving her access, and permission, to rub the vibrator directly against my vagina, now so wet that I’m sure the bikini must be sopping in my juices.

“This looks uncomfortable," Rita sighed as I felt the strings of my bikini top being pulled until finally coming undone, the fabric falling off my young, firm breasts, only to be quickly replaced by her warm hand. “Mmmm…," I heard myself moan as Rita gently squeezed my bare breasts, her fingers rubbing my erect nipples. My body was now leaning back into hers, probably the only thing keeping me upright as I was lost in the erotic teasing at the hands of the 30 something lesbian. She was an expert at what she was doing, slowly working me into a frenzy with her tongue on my neck, her hand on my breast, and guiding the vibrating dildo between my legs. I wanted it inside me so bad. “Please…please don’t stop," I softly begged her. Rita moved the synthetic pleasure rod from my crotch and I felt her slide it down the top of my bikini bottom, the soft Cyber-skin material now against my flesh and my groomed blonde muff. “I think these are in the way, also," Rita breathed into my ear and her left hand moved from my breast to my waist. With skill and ease, she quickly undid the ties that the held the bottoms on me and it too dropped to the floor, leaving me completely naked in the dark bedroom, all alone with my new friend. The excitement knowing I was about to seduced by another woman had me tingling like never before.

“Well, what do we have here," a third voice suddenly called out in the room. Rita and I both turned in shock to find Eve, Mika, Darlene, and Weasel had invited themselves into our hideout. “Looks like this is where the action is”, snickered Weasel. Stunned to find myself naked in front the foursome, I instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands. “Don’t be so shy, Jenny," Eve said to me, leering at my nude, tan, 22 year old body. She then turned to Rita. “Find something else to do”, pointing at the door. “And I better not hear from anyone that you’re ratting us out for getting acquainted with our new friend. If I do, I’ll personally kick your ass. Just go back upstairs and join your carpet munching friends and keep your mouth shut." I looked at Rita, begging her in my mind not to leave me here alone with these four, but to no avail. She looked scared, obviously taking Eve’s threat seriously, and walked very docile past the group and out the door. “I’ll take that," Weasel barked at her as she past him on the way out, grabbing the now silent dildo from her hand. “Jenny and I can use this later," he cackled, staring at me with a perverted grin.