Teacher’s Pet (part 3)_(1)

“I think that guy’s following us,” Emily said to me, casually glancing over her shoulder as we walked up to the walking paths viewing station. The viewing station was nothing fancy, just a simple information board about waist height, telling about the marsh land on the other side of the fence stretching out from either side of the station.

“I know that guy’s following us,” I said. It was the reason we’d left David back at the park, opting to take a little walk along the forested pathway that led into a larger hiking path. We both stood in front of the panel, pretending to look out into the marsh, but both of our attentions were on the man that sat down on the bench, just a little ways away from us, pretending interest in everything around, but us.

“Shouldn’t we like? Go back to dad or something? What if he’s dangerous?”

“I’m sure he’s harmless, hon,” I said. “Not to mention a little cute.” I paused. “Don’t you think he’s cute?”

“Kind of, I guess,” she said.

I reached out, turning slightly toward her, brushing her hair aside and lightly caressing her shoulder. “I put you in this dress to see if we could find a man attracted to you,” I admitted to her.

“I feel naked in it,” she said, her hands still folded in front of her. She felt naked in it for a reason. I put her in a fairly short, white sundress, designed so that you could kind of see through it. I asked her not to wear a bra or panties and it took little effort to see every detail of her luscious body. My dress was a slightly different color but just as see through. In all practicality, we may as well not be wearing anything.

“Do you like that he’s looking at your naked body beneath that dress?”

“A little,” she said. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but I still like that he keeps staring at me. I want him to. I’m just nervous.”

“What would you think about giving him a little show?” I asked her.

“What kind of show?” she asked me.

“Men love to watch pretty women kiss. We could try that,” I said, reaching my hand up again, caressing her cheek and staring into her beautiful blue eyes.

“You want us to kiss?” she asked me, unsure.

“I would like to kiss you, yes.”

“Like, kiss, kiss?”

“Yes,” I said, my breath catching. Asking her to kiss excited me. I wanted to feel her soft lips against my soft lips. Her tongue mixing with mine, the way she mixed tongues with her father. I wanted to know what my husband experienced first-hand and it was the entire reason I brought her out here, mixing possibilities with a man, along with the possibilities of me.

Emily turned her gaze from me, her head twisting slightly on her neck, her breath halting temporarily in her chest, possibilities in her eyes. I could see motivation there, stored and building, a soft and sweet smile perching in the corners of her lips as she contemplated things. Her wheels finished churning and she turned, backing into the fence, her elbows planting on the top railing. She leaned back, keeping her eyes on him, but talking to me. “Okay,” she said, her voice still a little nervous.

I looked over at the man as I moved in closer to Emily, understanding what Emily was interested in. She would kiss me, yes, giving me what I wanted, but it was him—the man watching us that she cared about. Not a natural born Lesbian. I was okay with that. Neither am I. I didn’t need her to prefer me over men. I just needed her to allow me to enjoy her tender skin—to know what she tasted like and possibly to taste me. I’d like that. Seeing her pretty face between my legs? The man on the bench watched me intently as I came in at her side, his slightly balding head drawing my attention briefly. An average man. A husband? A father, perhaps? I didn’t know, but I thought I could see a ring on his finger from where we were, sitting there inches from the bottom of his long sleeve, white shirt cuff. He looked a little dazed. Drunk with lust. Was he seeing my daughter Emily, or a daughter of his own? I wasn’t sure, but I kept one eye on him as I brought my lips closer to Emily’s cheek and I slid a hand onto her stomach to taunt and tease him a little—make him wonder how far things would go.

I pressed my lips against her cheek, partially open mouthed. A fluttery kiss as I slid my hand higher, dragging two fingers lightly against her dress, bringing my hand slowly up as she stood there willingly. Her breath quickened a little as she continued to stare him down, my hand bringing her body to attention. She turned her gaze away from him, presenting me with what I wanted. Her lips, luscious and full. She took a little initiative, guiding her lips closer to mine, letting her lips first touch against mine and holding them there, unmoving, as if unsure what to do next. Her breaths quickened a little more as my fingers began to circle around her breast, working around her hard nipple. I felt her tongue come forward as I left my mouth there for her, letting her kiss me however she wanted to. She licked her tongue against my upper lip, tracing it around the edge, eventually sliding her tongue further in to lick against my teeth and finally, my tongue. I kept my mouth there, enjoying the way she was working at exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue, me, standing there next to her, bending slightly to her, her neck arched back. Mine arched down.

“Touch me, mom,” she begged, her voice edged with desperation. “Touch me and kiss me back, please?”

Her far hand left the fence, coming in around to the back of my head, pulling me closer into her as I finally put my lips and tongue to motion, loving how soft she felt to me everywhere I was touching her. I started sliding my hand down, not stopping as my fingers felt the contours of her belly button. I kept going until I found the bottom hem of her dress, my fingers finding her inner thigh. David touching her flashed in my mind, fueling my curiosity. I expected Emily to be a virgin, but when David put his hand down her shorts, I would have sworn that his fingers went all the way into her, without obstruction. I wanted to know if she was still pure—a virgin and if not, why not? What happened and when?

I glided my fingers up to her slit and she parted her legs, easily, opening her stance as if inviting me in.