Tiffany was bored. Tiffany was impatient. Tiffany was horny. Tiffany was thinking of herself in the third person for some reason. She stopped and sighed. She had absolutely no desire to be shopping for homecoming dresses with the rest of the 4. She idly went back to sorting through the arrangement of dresses. Her friends were laughing, chatting and generally having fun. She however was distracted.
Ms. Barrett's flimsy little panties, currently residing in her bag, seemed to call to her like some cursed idol. Filling her thoughts and fueling her fantasies of one sexy school teacher. The aroma of Ms. Barrett's pussy had since faded from her fingertips, but the feel and taste remained sharp in her memory. She shaved her pussy just for me, she thought, remembering how smooth it felt. God she tasted so good! That and the upcoming rendezvous had her operating in a kind of preoccupied haze.
She wondered what it was about Ms. Barrett. Yes, she was very attractive but outside of school she hardly knew her. There were plenty of girls just as attractive and her own age that would literally mortgage their souls for a chance to be with her. A chance to be one of the exalted at Eastside would have girls lining up to eat her pussy. That and they would be discreet or as open as she desired. Was it just the taboo nature of it all? Possibly. The fact that Ms. Barrett looked so innocent and conservative yet dressed like a slut under that school teacher persona? No that wasn't it. She had lusted after her teacher long before she found that out. The whole position of authority thing? She thought that might be close. Whatever it was, she had a hold on her. So much of one that she was rapidly losing interest in all the bullshit that came with being one of the 4.
What was more, she was certain she wasn't fooling any of her friends. Amber in particular seem to be wondering what was going on with her, as Tiffany had caught her staring at her several times.
"What do you think of this one Tiffany?" Kelly held up an emerald green dress. "This one is gorgeous!"
"That would look so good on you!" Amber stated.
"Wow. I love it! Put it on the pile for me." Indicating that Kelly should put it with the other 2 she had picked out. Tiffany wondered if Kelly ever got tired of being a control freak. She tries to control everything; from the way we shave our pubic hair to the clothes we wear. She resolved that if even one of the other dresses looked decent, she wouldn't choose Kelly's.
Of course, that was the one she picked. Say what you wanted about Kelly, she had great taste. At least in clothes, she thought looking in the mirror again. All of the girls' dresses were beautiful. They had all tried them on, then waited for Kelly's 3 count before exiting the dressing rooms. Doors opening at exactly the same time, like thoroughbreds leaving the lists. Of course, the dramatic effect was pretty much lost after the third time around. She removed the dress.
Reaching for her skirt her hand went instead to her bag. Inside, Ms. Barrett's panties were nestled in a warm damp ball of lace. She drew them out, brought them to her face and inhaled. Mmmm! Oh wow! These she thought, these had been snugged right up against Ms. Barrett's pussy. They were absolutely drenched in pussy juice and the tiny piece of cloth for the back had a slightly muskier scent where it had rested against Ms. Barrett's tight little asshole. She wondered if Ms. Barrett had ever taken it up the butt.
Her own panties weren't in any better shape. Her fingers trailed down the front of her mound. Breathing deeply, with one hand she pulled her panties down far enough to get to her needy pussy. She thought of Ms. Barrett bent over her desk, of her cumming on her fingers, her taste, how she looked in her garter belt. Abruptly she stopped. She could hear the other girls outside, already dressed. Sighing she put the panties back. While getting dressed she realized that Carli's was right across the mall and that they sold lingerie.
Stepping out of the dressing room, she said "Hey! I got an idea."
Ms. Barrett placed the bags on her kitchen table. One held cheeses, chocolate and strawberries and a few other staples. The other an object that she had thought she would be embarrassed while purchasing, but wasn't. On the contrary it was liberating. She purchased it almost proudly not caring one bit for the sales person's smug knowing look. However, her confidence was quite short lived and it wasn't long until she found herself in no better condition than Tiffany. Albeit for different reasons.
One moment nervous and uncertain about what she was doing with the sexy schoolgirl. This is so wrong! She's my student. I could get in to so much trouble, she thought. Lose everything I've worked for. She's also a girl. I'm not a lesbian, am I? What would my mom say? The next moment she was excited and determined! The way she looks at me! I want this so bad. She's so beautiful. She makes me so wet!
Putting her purchases away, she immediately started cleaning up. Her thoughts dwelling on the fiery little redhead who had so recently fingered her to a mind-blowing orgasm and the conversation that had followed.
"Don't put on any panties or change out of what you're wearing." She had said, licking her fingers. "I like the fact that the hottest teacher in school, will be waiting for me at home without any panties on!"
"Tiffany. I wish you would call me Amy!" She had groaned straightening her clothes.
"Oh no, Miss Barrett! I couldn't do that!" She had said wide eyed and with a naughty grin. "At least not until I've eaten that sweet pussy of yours." She had kissed her then and caressed her ass. "Mmmm! You don't have a strapon, do you?"
