many years have passed since the day Ms. Garrett first
sauntered into my life-on my eighteenth birthday,
no less-but I still soak my panties when I picture
her beautiful face. Her presence filled every corner
of our tiny advanced biology classroom, intimidating
the hell out of the snotty, back-stabbing Republican
daddy's girls shifting uncomfortably in their drab
blue plaid uniforms, so many ugly ducklings compared
to the beautiful swan forcing their attention to the
front of the room.
golden waves curved around her oval face and set off
her chocolate brown eyes and full cherry lips. A stylishly
modest dress hugged her curvy shape, highlighting
her sexy assets while still appearing professional,
a good choice for a first day among the fashion piranhas
pretending to be good little learners at St. Jonathon's
Academy for Rich Cunts and Future Trophy Wives. It
was obvious Ms. Garrett knew how to handle herself
around the rich and soon-to-be infamous, even though
her enthusiasm for the job tagged her as having just
graduated from University.
Garrett emanated the vitality of a 1920's flapper
tempered with the brilliance and dedication of a neurosurgeon,
and her energy rocked me to my very core. The first
day she took over Mr. Forencki, who had-to no one's
surprise or dismay-croaked suddenly from a heart attack,
she also took over my heart, and I knew I would do
anything it took to get my face between her leg.
bad as it will sound, I had been a good girl up until
then. At the time, attending a private all-girls school
should have been a blessing in disguise for me, but
it wasn't. Most of the stupid rich bitches who populated
the nightmare serving as my sexually-repressed adolescent
existence specialized in MRS prep, focusing on important
skills such as how to land the richest yuppie fuckup
at St. Matthew's and mastering the most effective
way to hide the immigration status of their Guatemalan
maids. There was no way I was going lick the well-manicured
pussy of one those nouveau riche whores-in-training
for four years, only to have her drop me when she
wandered off to Yale to find her a Harvard man.
was prepared to wear my fingers to the bone fingering
myself, but it turned out I didn't have to. As fate
would have it, a classmate of mine named Melinda became
my fuckbuddy just before Ms. Garrett showed up. She,
too, had a predilection for girls, but her uptight
blueblood family would have flipped if they'd found
out. A few months older, Melinda prided herself on
her manipulative abilities. She was top of the class
for more than one reason. If she wanted something,
she got it, but since Daddy would probably have thrown
a coronary if she'd asked for a pretty girl to give
her a nice hard pussy lickin' for Christmas, she scrounged
me up on her own.
really thought she'd put it over on me when she hinted
friends "took care" of each other until they could
find some boys to do it for them. It's natural, she
assured me, but I suspect she didn't know how natural
or good it felt until the first time my tongue worked
its magic on her. I thought I'd killed her or she'd
passed out, but it turned out she'd just never really
cum until I "took care" of her. So much for her manipulative
abilities. From then on, we had a steady study group
just for us four-our two pussies and us.
didn't care for each other really, but having Melinda
stroke or penetrate me once in awhile felt much better
than whacking myself off all the time. I was happy
with the arrangement until the day Ms. Garrett showed
up, and then it seemed like I was never going to be
happy again until I could have my dear, so-very-off-limits
Ellie, why are you so wet?" Melinda had asked, sliding
her fingers into my well-lubed pussy when we met later
that evening at her house. "You been daydreamin' about
Xena again?" I shook my head.
don't know, Mel. Just shut up and fuck me. Hard,"
I croaked. I leaned my head on her shoulder and pressed
my cunt into her fingers. Her tongue would have felt
better, but I needed to cum fast. I'd been so horny
all day I could hardly wait to get off. It took about
three hard strokes against my clit, and I screamed
so loud Mel almost smothered me against her T-shirt.
El, you want someone to figure us out?" she growled
as rode out my orgasm. She quit bitching as soon as
I pushed her down on her bed and pressed my hand against
the rough denim covering her crotch; funny how rubbing
her pussy always seemed to calm her high-strung ass
pulled her jeans off, and she started breathing heavily.
I pretended it was Ms. Garrett lying there, all stretched
out and horny as hell. I lapped at Melinda's tight
pink panties, which were soaked with her need, before
I yanked them sideways and slid my tongue into her
folds. She gasped and wiggled against my mouth.
them off, El, take them off," she begged, and I accommodated
her. Correction, I accommodated my surrogate Ms. Garrett.
In any case, the panties came off and I dove in. In
my mind, I was practicing. Practicing for the one
perfect day when I would fuck the woman of my dreams
until she screamed my name a hundred times.
felt myself get wet all over again.
I soldiered on, and Melinda loved it. I licked her
hard all the way up and down, stopping for just a
minute to focus on her clit. By the time I got done
there and stuck my tongue inside her, she almost exploded.
I'd never had her ride my face before, but Mel was
out of control. Her hips bucked wildly and she moaned
my name over and over. Finally, I slid my finger in
her while using my tongue to take care of her hard
nub, and she climaxed against me.
she enjoyed her released, oblivious to anything around
her, I reached down and started quietly fingering
myself. It only took a minute before another orgasm
rocked my body, and I laid my head against Mel's quilt,
my eyes closed and a smile on my lips, picturing Ms.
Garrett's elegant countenance. Mel rolled over and
I opened my eyes. We stared at each other for the
longest time before she spoke.
El, that was�was�" her voice shook a little as she
tried to get the words out.
"Incredible?" I offered, and she smiled. It should
be incredible, I thought. I had tried really hard
to please Ms. Garrett, and although it was only Melinda
lying there breathless, I felt I had somehow proved
I could turn a girl into a woman with just my fingers
and tongue, and in my love-fevered mind that meant
I could turn my inaccessible icon into the lover of
my dreams. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as I
thought it would be.
wore on as my feelings for Ms. Garrett, now Rowan,
as I had come to discover her first name, grew exponentially.
The more I learned about her, the more I wanted to
know. She was an endless source of fascination, a
brilliant, beautiful woman, and everything I had ever
wanted. Hadn't I waited long enough?
moods fluctuated based on whether I talked to Rowan
or just saw her. If a day passed without a glimpse
of my goddess, I became irritable. The sex between
Mel and me, though, had never been better. We graduated
to using vibrators, and although Mel still claimed
she loved eating pussy, I got the feeling she liked
sucking cock just as much. She tried it often enough.
El, are you jealous?" she snapped at me once when
I questioned the extra-curricular activities she'd
practically flung in my face, her eyes flashing anger
and her tone accusing.
Mel, I just think sucking off every guy within fifty
miles is a bad idea, what with STD's being so widespread
and all," was my sarcastic reply. It didn't go over
too well. An unreadable expression crossed her face.