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When David returned home a little later than usual that evening, Kelly knew that things may have gone pretty well at school. They had worked at different campuses that day so she got home well before him. “How did it go? Did you see Ben?” she asked trying not to sound too eager. “Better than I thought,” David answered mysteriously. “OK mister, come with me,” she said leading him by the hand into their bedroom. It was one of their private rituals. When one of them had a sexy story or encounter to relate, they would lie on the bed together, naked. The storyteller would lie with his or her lips close to the other’s ear and a hand on their naughty bits. The story would be whispered and the listener’s fun parts fondled. It was one of their favorite sex games. “God I love you, you fucking pervert. Now tell me what happened – in full and lurid detail. Please.” David cupped Kelly’s pubis and began to describe the afternoon’s activities, his breath tickling her ear. As he reached the part where Ben had pulled down his track pants, she began to squirm. “Fuck this is hot – keep going,” she moaned. As he related how he had taken Ben’s cock in his mouth she cried, “Slow down!” “What the narrative or the fingers?” “Your hand dammit! I don’t want to come yet.” David could feel and hear her juices flowing and adjusted his pressure so that he was hardly touching her. Despite this, Kelly could feel her orgasm building. Her whole body tingled as she pictured the erotic scene. Soon, without realizing it, she was grinding against his hand, her legs spread wide, her breathing coming in sharp gasps. David just held his fingers still. “Oh fuck!” she cried as the speed and intensity of her orgasm took them both by surprise. She slammed her legs shut, trapping his hand between them, as her body convulsed with several aftershocks. He had hardly been touching her. “I told you to slow down.” she giggled. “Pity you didn’t mention it to yourself.” She giggled again. “That was a big one. I wish I could have watched you two.” “Well, he wants to come over and meet you – get you to help him decide if he likes women too.” rus escort “Mmmm…I can’t wait. Guess is coming to my office for counseling day after tomorrow.” “The Headmistress?” She slapped him on the ass and said, “No silly. Becky Gordon.” oOoTwo days later, a tearful Becky Gordon sat in Kelly’s office dabbing at her eyes with the tissue Kelly had given her. Becky was one of her students and Kelly had been deliberately testing her out. She was well aware that most of the boys, and some of the girls, had the hots for her – after all, she was an extremely sexy looking woman. Some days, she was so turned on by the attention, so horny, that she had to slip into the staff bathroom for a quick ‘mental health orgasm’ as she liked to call them. Other days, she just waited until she and David were in the car and attacked him on the way home. Most of the students stole furtive glances at her legs under the table when she wore a short skirt to class, or at her breasts when she ‘accidentally’ left a top button undone on her tight-fitting blouse. Becky, on the other hand, sat right down the front of the classroom and watched Kelly’s movements closely, especially on the short skirt or undone button days. Becky was tall for a girl, albeit two inches shorter than the statuesque Kelly, who stood an imposing 5′ 10″. She was very pretty and, with her perky breasts and delectable round bottom – possessed a sensuous young body. “What’s wrong Becky? What could be upsetting you so much.” “I, I think I might be sick Mrs. Johnston. I get these strange feelings and I do ….. awful things. I can’t help it.” “Do you trust me Becky?” she asked as Becky responded with a silent nod. “Then you know you can tell me anything, absolutely anything and I won’t judge you or tell a living soul.” “OK. You know Melissa Cartwright?” “Yes I know Melissa,” Kelly said recalling one of the pretty ‘cool’ girls in year twelve. Although quite sexy to look at, Kelly got the impression that she was also a bit bitchy. “We were at a party last weekend and we were playing a game where you yenimahalle escort had to go into a closet with someone for two minutes. Somehow, I got paired with Melissa. As soon as we shut the door she started kissing me. Not a peck on the cheek but a real passionate kiss like you do with boys,” she sniffled. “What did you do?” asked Kelly feeling a tingle in her crotch already. Becky, blushing furiously. hesitated and muttered, “I kissed her back.” Resisting the temptation to ask her how it felt, Kelly asked, “What happened next?” “She put both her hands on my boobs and started moving them around. It felt amazing and I started to get really sexed up straight away.” “Did you do the same to her?” asked Kelly unable to help herself. “I started to but I had my back to the door and she noticed it being opened before I did. She quickly took her hands off me and yelled out ‘Becky’s a lezzo!’. They all saw me pull my hands away from her chest and laughed and jeered at me.” “Couldn’t you just say you were joking too?” “I tried but they drowned me out and then someone pointed out that my nipples were showing they were so hard,” cried Becky and then she burst into tears. “I don’t think they’ll believe that you are actually a lesbian for long. Not if they don’t have any reason to.” “That’s not the worst part Mrs. Johnston. The worst part is what I did next.” “What do did wasn’t bad to start with, Becky. Did you punch her or something?” Becky looked up at Kelly with an indignant expression. “No! I would never do that. I went home straight away and went to bed early…. and then did what I always do.” “What was that?” Kelly asked, her heart pounding. “I umm… touched my self, down there,” answered Becky, not able to look Kelly in the eye. “And what was the bad bit?” Kelly asked knowing exactly what she meant. “I touched myself DOWN THERE, until I, you know, had a climax.” “I still don’t know what you did that was wrong,” Kelly said soothingly, feeling herself getting wet. “I played with myself while I was thinking about that kiss, even though she was so horrible to me. I couldn’t control myself. Not only that, I do it all the time! I told you I’m sick!” Becky started sobbing. “Becky, what you have described to me is perfectly normal behavior. You may have an unusually strong libido, I don’t know, but your actions are NOT sick.” “You don’t understand,” Becky responded with exasperation in her voice now and determined to make the slow counselor realize what she was getting at. “She’s a girl, I’m a girl so maybe I AM a lesbian. Besides that, I did the same thing when I kissed a boy.” “Everybody gets turned on now and then….” “Not like I do Mrs. Johnston. I do it nearly every day. Sometimes I have to go to the toilets and do it in there I get so, so….” “Horny?” Kelly interjected. “You’re not the only one. Sometimes the way you look at me in the classroom makes me horny too.”There. She had said it – called Becky out as gently as she could. She could hardly breathe as she waited for her response. Had she gone too far? Becky’s face was bright red but when she looked up she was smiling shyly. “You noticed? You didn’t mind? You, you like it when people look at you like that – as if they want to do things to you?” she stammered. “Oh yes, I love it. While I was putting myself through university, I worked as an exotic dancer – a stripper – and I loved the attention. Knowing that the men and some of the women wanted to do sexy things to me made me very hot.” To Kelly’s relief, Becky’s mood and her demeanor had changed markedly. “Are many people like that?” “Becky, there are about one hundred and eighty pupils in years eleven and twelve in this school and I have been a counselor here for over seven months. I can’t give you names of course but I can tell you that there are at least five gay boys, three lesbians, one cross-dresser and several bisexual kids among them.” “Wow, I never realized. But what’s ‘bisexual’ mean? Is that what I am – I wonder?” “It means being sexually attracted to both sexes and it’s much more common than you might think. I am one such person.” “But you’re married to a gorgeous ex-footballer who everyone has the hots for…..” “Becky, you don’t need counseling so much as someone you can talk to who can relate to your feelings. I’d love to talk to you more about those feelings but not at school. Not as your counselor but as your friend. Would you like that?”
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