Ms J.

Part I: Alicia’s Story

Everyone wanted to take Ms. Jacobsen’s classes. She was a great
teacher and made every subject she taught a lot of fun. My sophomore year
I took Intro to Speech from her and fell in love the first day. How do you
explain charisma? She had it. In fact she was electric. People, adults
and students alike, were drawn to her. I will always remember that first
day in her class.
Intro to Speech was a required class in the 10th grade. Many of my
friends were dreading giving speeches, but they didn’t bother me that much.
I had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist which is probably why I had
tried out for (and made) the cheerleading squad. Anyway, there were about
25 students in this class and the first day we could sit wherever we wanted
to so I was in the back with some friends. She was late, and we were
talking and messing around. The chatter continued when she entered room
from everyone except me. Ms. J immediately caught my attention and all I
could do was stare at her as she walked to the front of the room, put her
things down on the desk, and turned to face us. One of the guys was
blocking me from getting a clear view so I had to lean to my right and look
around him. She was looking right at me.
She beautiful in natural sort of way. Her hair was red, about
shoulder length, brushed back from her face. Sparkling green eyes, a touch
of make up and a pen stuck behind her right ear.
I still remember what she said. It was nothing special, but I
remember it all. “Hi, sorry I am late, but my class before this is in the
theater and I forgot the time and we ran late. I’ll try to be on time
tomorrow.” Then she started explaining the class routine and that tomorrow
she would assign seats. I didn’t hear much of the rest of her
introductions as I was busy thinking of a way I could get assigned to the
front row.
After class, I walked to the front of the room and introduced
myself. “Hi I am Alicia, friends call me Leecie.” She smiled and I
noticed her lips. They were soft and kind of puffy. Great lips is what I
was thinking. “I need to sit in the front,” is what I said. I have a hard
time seeing the board from the back because I am so short.” She smiled
again and said that would be no problem. I fell in love with Ms. Jacobsen
then and there.

I was an older tenth grader. I was 16, mom hadn’t started me to
school until I was six. I had realized I was attracted to women when I was
just seven years old. The first woman to capture my attention was Mary Ann
K. a dark haired, dark eyed beauty who was in the second grade when I was
in first. We used to hang out together on the playground. Every time she
came near me, I got this tight pain in my chest when I breathed. It hurt,
but I still loved the feeling. Sometimes she would push me in the swings
and the nearness of her made my scalp tingle. That was a wonderful
experience.
I first kissed a girl when I was on a sleep over at a classmate’s
house in the 6th grade. Gail and I shared the same bed and I convinced her
we needed to practice so that we would be ready for the boys in junior
high. Not that original, but it worked!
I finally got to touch her breasts when she stayed at my house. By
then we were regular kissers and I was determined to get her so turned on
that she would want to do much more than make out. Gail was also a dark
haired beauty. I seemed to be attracted to them. When we got into bed
that night, all I wore was a tank top and underpants. I pulled Gail close
and started to kiss her. We no longer needed excuses, we both liked to
kiss. Usually we just opened our mouths and wrestled around with our
tongues. Tonight I started slowly and was really romantic with her. I
kissed her lips softly and gently licked them with my tongue. I kissed her
nose, her forehead, and cheeks. Gail let out a little moan, and whispered,
“Oh, that feels good.” This was going to be a special night!
Gail was wearing a nylon night gown which felt great under my hands
as I let them roam over her back as I kissed her mouth. Her lips parted
and I filled her mouth with my probing tongue, moving slowly to explore
everywhere. My fingers played along her back, sneaking down to the curve
of her butt. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact she pulled me tighter to
her and drove her own tongue deep into my open mouth.
I grew bolder and grabbed each of her cheeks in my hands, squeezing
and rubbing them. I started to pull her nightgown up with my fingers so
that I could get my hands on her skin. She whimpered when my hands were
finally on her bare back. There was no pulling back. Her hands now were
all over me too.
I rolled Gail over on her back and pushed her nightgown up above
her breasts and took one of her small buds into my mouth. I had dreamed of
this moment for years. I had imagined what it would feel like, taste like,
to suck on another girl’s breast. It was everything I had imagined and I
sucked her nipple until it got hard in my mouth. With my other hand I
rubbed, caressed, squeezed and enjoyed the feel of a breast in my hand.
Gail whimpered and moaned moving underneath me. She slid her hands
underneath my tank top and squeezed both of my fuller breasts. Gail
pinched and pulled at my nipples as I bit on hers.
I had read a magazine article that told how to masturbate and give
yourself pleasure. Every night I put myself to sleep with a nice orgasm
thinking of different women I knew rubbing my pussy. I slid my hand into
Gails’ pussy and went straight for her clit. She was wet and slippery and
felt wonderful to my fingers. I rubbed her clit between my fingers and
pulled it just a little making Gail whimper. I pressed gently and started
a slow , steady circular motion as I continued to suck on her nipples.
Gail’s hands were on my head, my back, gripping my ass. She was grinding
her pussy hard against my fingers. I knew she was close to coming. I
could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten as she sucked in her breath.
Oh shit is all she said as a tremor shook her body and she had her first
orgasm. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted the juices that ran out of
her pussy. My first taste of come! It was warm, sweet, salty, even spicy.
I loved it and slid down so I could lap it up as it ran from between Gail’s
legs. Then and there I knew that making love to a woman had to be the
greatest thing another woman could do.

Luckily I am a good student and who doesn’t need to study much
because I spent most of my time in Ms. J’s class imagining the two of us
making love everywhere in the school.