Lesson One 1 - Lesbian Games - I am seduced by my former teacher and neighbour's wife
Dear Diary,
I have decided to write a diary to mark my passage into womanhood and the experiences I have just had and will have from now on. These experiences have been so mind-blowing and awesome that I just have to have a confident who I can tell all my deepest secrets, and that, Diary, is you!
Anyway, to start with my name is Julianne and I am 18. I've just finished school for good and have a whole summer ahead of me before I go to university. I have long wavy deep chestnut wavy hair and (if I say it myself), and a good figure with long legs, a slender waist and well rounded boobs. When women comment about me to my parents they always say things like "Oh your daughter's green eyes and red hair are so pretty," or " I wish I had a figure and legs like that". Their husbands mainly just look, and I enjoy the way they gaze hungrily at my body, especially my breasts which are pert and upright and probably a bit too large for my slender 18 year old frame. The way they look at me makes me feel attractive and sexy and powerful, like an actress or a rock star, and I give them little smiles to show that I appreciate it.
I've had a few boyfriends while at school, and although we've kissed and fondled each other under our clothes I am, still really a virgin (or was as of yesterday but more about that later dear Diary). So, I had been saving myself for the right guy, but the guys at school were always so immature and skinny. They used to fondle me and grope at my breasts, and although it was kinda nice when they pinched my nipples and rubbed between my legs, it never really made me want to go further with them, to do the things I've read about. And I have read a lot... I adore reading and the heroes in my books are the ones I dream about - real men who know how to treat a woman - how to seduce her and touch her to give her the most pleasure.
I have even sneaked into my mum's room and "borrowed" her hidden books while she was out, especially when I have sexual urges. She keeps them in the bedside drawer along with her vibrators (the girls at school talk about them so I guessed what it was!). My favourite book of hers is called "The Sex Thief" and it's easy to find my mum's favourite bits as the pages open easily. I especially love reading the part when...ah ...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
So, diary, did I mention that I have these urges? Oh yes I do - quite often in fact! Like an itch that I just have to scratch! Sometimes I dream about Mr Black, our chemistry teacher when he is lecturing us on atoms and protons and things like that. All the girls concentrate during his lessons as he is totally hot. I reckon he's probably in his early 20's with light blonde hair and cool surfer clothes. He comes to school in a camper van with his board on top and is always joking with us. Occasionally I put my hand under my skirt, hidden by the desk to feel inside my panties when he is talking to the class, rubbing myself to make myself wet with my fingers or a pen as I watch him talk, and I imagine him asking me to stay behind with him for private detention.
And then there's Mrs Jones, our English literature teacher and (unfortunately) , also my mum and dad's friend. I don't know why diary, but I find her so sexy with her blonde hair, slim figure and big blue eyes. She always wears short fitted dresses which show off her curvy toned body. I know that she works out a lot because her and her husband are also our neighbours and I sometimes see her running along the street in her tight black lycra running shorts and top and I have admired how sexy she manages to look even when she is panting, flushed and sweaty. She took us older girls for English Lit last year and I had such a crush on her. I used to love the way her sleek blonde hair smelt of summer fields when she leant over me in class to check my work and how her tits would accidentally touch my arm as she reached across me with her pen to correct something in my workbook. And when she turns her back to the class to write on the whiteboard the way her arse wobbles gently and her skirt rides up to reveal her smooth suntanned thighs. She used to take us older girls for swimming too and it was super hard not to stare at the very obvious peaks of her nipples pushing out through the thin material of her Speedo costume. I would often need to touch myself between my legs in the changing rooms as her lessons often gave me urges. I sometimes find myself thinking sexual thoughts about her and her husband Mr Jones, as they are such a sexy couple - imagining them in bed together doing things to each other... Although I try not to, because they are my parents' friends, and it is probably not appropriate. But still sometimes those naughty thoughts just creep inside my head and I can't help it.
Anyway, yesterday morning I had one of my urges when I woke up from a dream about Mr Jones, feeling hot and damp between my thighs. He is to die for and is a real man straight out of one of my books. I had been dreaming about him kissing me deep and hard, pressing me against him so that I could feel his penis, straining against his flies, hard and rigid against me - loving the fact that he wants his neighbour's 18 year old daughter so badly and is unable to control himself.
So, my head full of Mr Jones's passionate kiss, I woke desperate, needing to touch myself under the covers, like I normally do when I wake up feeling like this. I parted my legs so that my fingers could reach inside, past the soft downy red hairs into my secret girl's "purse". (Don't laugh Diary! That's what I call it as it contains soft juicy treasures within that give me so much pleasure).
Lying back against the pillow, with the covers pushed back to allow anyone watching from the neighbouring houses a view of my naked body spread-eagled on the bed, I sleepily started to rub my fingers up and down inside the smooth pink lips. I know that they are a dusky rose colour because sometimes when there's no-one in the house I sit on the floor on a towel in front of the mirror and watch myself while I play with my pretty pink purse. I open it up and can see that is all soft and pink and juicy inside, and when I rub it hard the lips begin to swell and darken and more creamy juices run out across my legs on to the floor (hence the towel!) I usually keep rubbing until I feel myself sweating and moaning (I can't help myself) and then I feel my muscles spasm and contract and I kind of pass out on the floor in a sort of delirious pleasure from the sensations my fingers are creating. Kind of cool! Which is why I do it a lot. Because it feels so good!
So this morning I lay there naked, my legs spread wide open towards the window, exposing myself as I rubbed my soft outer pussy lips, as I imagined Mr Jones spying on me from the house across the street. I thought about him watching the girl living opposite him open herself up towards him, aware that he was watching. Her pretty pink inner lips shiny and clearly visible to him through the binoculars he would be holding, as his cock swelled in his other hand. The thought that he might be watching me made me juicier than normal and the sheets were soon soaked through as I continued to rub my fingers along my puffy outer lips, before I got my other kind of urge to push my fingers up inside my hidden wet tunnel. The one the bad boys at school call cunt and the girls all pretend to ignore them when they do. And boy do they get into trouble if the teachers hear them say that! But they continue to say it when they think the teachers aren't listening...
