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Mornings on Horseback
by Rachael Ross

Chapter Twelve



"Did Chris tell you what we did today?" I was walking between my two
boyfriends, towards the locker rooms after last class.

"Yeeeeah..." Mark chuckled and gave me a look. "I didn't know you were
that kind of girl."

"Must be a Homecoming Queen thing," Chris said.

"Yeah," I giggled, "that's exactly what it is."

"I heard about the thing with Angie too." Mark gave my hip a bump with
his. "What's up with that?"

"The vinegar thing?" Chris laughed.

"What?" I acted all innocent. "I spilled some vinegar on her. It
wasn't a big deal."

"I heard you threw it on her," Chris offered and he was carrying my
book bag.

"Who'd you hear that from?" I asked him.

"From Angie," Chris grinned at me and Mark laughed.

Chris knew her pretty good, which made me frown, cause it turned out
their dads had been best friends in high school, which totally
figured. They were both bullies, but Angie's dad was the worst because
he was the county sheriff.

"Well, there you go," I shrugged. "I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, yeah..." Mark knew better. "What did she say to deserve that?"

"Nothing. She was just being herself, you know." I didn't really want
to talk about Angie Stover and Mark knew I'd tell them about it when I
was ready.

"Well, you're not being yourself," Mark laughed. "That's for sure."

"Maybe it's the new me." I stuck out my tongue and Chris was giving me
my bag, since we were at the locker rooms.

"Oh yeah?" Mark kissed me then, before I really realized he was doing
it, a good one too right in the middle of the hallway.

"Get a room...Hey, Stephanie..." Two guys, other football players had been
a dozen feet behind us and they pushed past, heading into the locker
room.

"Ohhh..." I sort of gasped when Mark let me go.

"My turn." Chris pulled me to his chest and kissed me just as deeply,
but softer, more tenderly the way he does.

"Hi Chris...Having fun?" Stacy Martin and Linda Lyons, Stacy's best
friend, were walking past us towards the girls' locker room, giggling.

"Ummm..." I licked my lips when Chris was done with me and I was
blushing and feeling a little dizzy, actually. "We shouldn't um..."

"What, the new you doesn't make out in the halls?" Mark laughed.

"I think she does," Chris nodded and my two boyfriends were having a
good time.

"Don't worry, nobody's around," Mark said softly. "See you after
practice, okay?" 

"Meet you outside, Steph." Chris smiled at me and I just nodded as
they pushed open the door and went into the locker room.

"Yeah..." I breathed, mostly to myself, "...The new me definitely makes
out in the halls."

That was almost funny, except I was feeling pretty good. It was just a
kiss, a couple of kisses, but we never kissed at school. I'd kissed
Chrissy once, like a month before just to show off when we'd first
started dating, but since then...Maybe Angie was right, I mean in
general. Why waste time? I wasn't going to be in high school forever
and it was so much fun, but then I was walking towards the girls'
locker room and thinking about how being the good girl at school
really did make everything else easier. 

I was a little confused, to say the least.

There wasn't much to the girls' locker room. I don't know what the
boys' was like, but the girls' was just a big rectangle, basically,
with lockers around three of the walls and long wooden benches in the
middle. There were three other doors in there, all on the wall to the
right, one for the bathroom, one for the showers, and one for a
closet, and that was it. 

Coach Hayden's office was just down the hall, across from Coach
Potter's. He was the football coach and boys' gym teacher. Everyone
called him Harry behind his back, but the best part about that was
that his first name really was Harry. He didn't look anything like the
kid in the movies though and everyone called him Coach to his face. He
was big and strong and looked like he ought to be a professional
wrestler.

"There she is." I heard Brittany's voice and I knew I was in trouble
as soon as I walked into the locker room.

"Well, congratulations, Stephanie," Kelly said, rather sarcastically.

"Little back stabber." Brittany was definitely pissed and I'd been
lucky all day long, avoiding the both of them, but I couldn't do it
anymore.

About half the cheerleaders were in there, maybe a dozen girls, mostly
Kelly and Brittany's friends. The others would already be outside
waiting for practice to start. We were all dressed already, since it
was Homecoming week and we all wore our cheerleading outfits everyday.
I'd just come down to put my bag in my locker, but I thought maybe I
should have just gone straight to the field.

Linda squeezed past me, being altogether too nice and probably too
frightened to stay down there. She was a junior and tall and blonde,
with blue eyes and kind of a boyish body. Small boobs and narrow hips,
but really long legs. She was about as tall as I was and Mark and I
had thought about asking her out, but she was pretty serious with her
boyfriend, a senior named Ricky Quail.

"Why do you get to be the Homecoming Queen?" Brittany stared at me.
"You aren't even supposed to run for it."

"I didn't run for it," I shrugged and walked slowly towards my locker.

"Then how'd you get elected?" Kelly was staring at me too.

"You probably didn't even vote for me like you promised, huh?"
Brittany spat the words. 

"She said she gonna vote for me," Kelly said.

"What a fucking liar!" Sylvia, one of Kelly's friends, shook her head.
She'd never liked me for some reason.

"You both made me promise, what was I supposed to do?" I frowned and I
had to get close to them, since my locker was right behind Brittany.

"You didn't have to lie, bitch!" Brittany gave me a little push.

"Didn't have to vote for yourself either." Kelly stepped closer, so
the two girls kind of cornered me against the lockers.

"You guys should kick her ass," Stacy said and I knew she was saying
that because Chris was my boyfriend. 

She probably wanted to beat me up herself. Stacy only said it cause
Chris wasn't around, otherwise she'd have pretended to be nice to me.
I was getting kind of pissed, as anyone would, and I could feel that
adrenaline rush, the old fight or flight thing, you know. I didn't
think that being the Homecoming Queen was worth fighting over, but
obviously Kelly and Brittany were of a different opinion.

"We should, yeah..." Brittany shoved me again, harder this time.

"You'd look pretty stupid on that float with two black eyes," Kelly
said.

"Stop it..." I pushed Brittany back with my hand against her shoulder.

"Stop it!" Brittany made a whiny sound like she was imitating me and
then shoved me again, even harder this time with her hand right
between my tits.

"What are you gonna do about it, Steph?" Kelly pushed me too, on the
shoulder and I was going to smack the hell out of one of them in a
second.

"Slap her face!" Stacy said. 

Some of the other girls had left, like Linda, not wanting any part of
it, but there were still like four other girls besides the three of us
and they were all just like Stacy, urging their friends to make me
pay.

"Kick her ass...Stick her head in the toilet...Fight! Fight!" You know the
stuff high school kids say when people are mad. Girls are just as bad
as boys too, probably worse, except they don't do it on the
playground. They do it behind closed doors in front of other girls.

"Where's all your friends now, huh?" Brittany did slap me then and I
tried to duck, but her palm caught me hard, high on my left cheek and
it stung hot and made my eyes water.

"She's crying!" one of the girls scoffed, I think it was Julie
Curtain.

I wasn't crying at all. I was just totally pissed and I swung my hand
at Brittany, wanting to slap her back, and I pushed myself off the
lockers cause she was moving away from me. I caught her chin though,
but only with my fingers mostly and then Kelly was grabbing my left
arm and pulling me off balance.

"Let go!" I was yelling. 

I half turned so I could slap Kelly's face too, but Brittany was
grabbing my right arm and it was like a tug of war with me in the
middle. They were both older than me, and while I was taller than
either of the two girls, they were both a little heavier maybe, and
just as strong as me. I was pulling at them and trying to kick and
they were yelling at me and dragging me towards the bathrooms.

Stacy grabbed my right leg when I tried to kick Kelly with it and she
was pushing me along now too, while I hopped on my left leg and tried
to get away. The other girls, three of them, were following and
laughing at me, all of them telling me I was getting what I deserved
for being such a bitch, which I didn't understand at all cause I
wasn't. I wasn't trying to figure it out though, mostly I was just
seriously pissed off and a little scared actually too. I'd never been
in a fight in my whole life, I didn't think, and this hadn't been much
of one.

"Let me go! Let me the fuck go! I didn't do anything!" I was screaming
and I figured the whole county must have heard me. 

Where were all my friends? Where was Ms. Hayden? Wasn't she going to
talk to these girls? I was getting pissed at everybody. I didn't ask
to be the Homecoming Queen, and so what if I was?

"You stupid bitches! Jealous cunts!" I was yelling words I never used,
and they just taunted me, dragging me quickly into the bathroom and
Brittany grabbed me close, pressing her body against mine.

"Owww! Stop!" I wailed and I was almost crying because she twisted my
arm behind me and someone grabbed my left leg, pulling it back, so all
of a sudden I was almost falling forward, face down.

"Now you're gonna get what you deserve!" Kelly was saying.

"Swirlie time!" Stacy was giggling and she'd kind of lost her balance,
letting my leg go and Kelly was dragging me into one of the stalls,
shouldering the green door open.

"No! Nooo fuck you!" I was really thrashing then, cause I knew what
they were going to do and I almost got away, but there were three
girls holding me and then Stacy grabbed my free leg again, so four
girls had me.

"No! Fuck you, Steph!" Brittany laughed and she was shoving my arm
into my back and it hurt a lot.

"I wish we could fuck you!" Kelly laughed and she was pulling my left
arm out of my shoulder, it felt like.

"Should get our boyfriends in here!" Julie was saying.

"Yeah, stuck-up bitch!" Someone else laughed, either Tina Hopkins, or
maybe Vicky Lawler, the other two girls who were watching.

"You oughta get raped, Stephanie!" Brittany's mouth was close to my
ear and I jerked my head, catching her nose hard with my skull. It
kind of hurt, but I didn't care, I got her good!

"Oh! Ow!" Brittany let my arm go and I think she was bleeding. I hoped
I broke her nose.

I started falling then, since the other three girls were still holding
me up, and they sort of dropped me, and that hurt a lot as I landed on
the cold tiled floor hard. I was scrambling though, thinking I could
get up and start fighting again, but Kelly grabbed my hair and some
other girls, Stacy probably and someone else were getting my legs
again. I was kind of hurting and a little dizzy and even though I was
struggling, I couldn't really stop them.

Kelly was yanking my hair out by the roots it felt like and I screamed
as she pulled my face towards the toilet just a few feet away. The
other girls were shoving me forward and even though I had one hand
free, I couldn't really do much with it.

"Get her! Push!" Brittany must have been holding her nose cause it
sounded like she had a bad cold.

"Push her in!" Kelly was yelling and I couldn't stop her from shoving
my face into the toilet, but I sure tried. 

It was clean anyway, sort of. I mean, it had been flushed, put it that
way. I was crying then, hurt and pissed off and totally feeling
humiliated, but that just made me madder and mostly it was
frustration. I couldn't stop them and I could smell that toilet, you
know? Not like a super disgusting smell or anything, but it was a
toilet and it smelled like one. Cold and porcelain and then I was
screaming bubbles as my face went into the cold water.

I closed my mouth, but I know I got some in there, but I tried not to.
I was shaking and kicking and my one hand, my free hand, was holding
the toilet seat, trying to push myself back out, and Kelly was holding
my other arm, twisting it back the way Brittany had twisted the other
one, while she held a fistful of hair tight against my scalp. I was
burning with rage and I swore I'd kill all those bitches for this, but
I still couldn't stop it and I was face down in the toilet holding my
breath.

And then someone punched me. 

It had to be Brittany, that bitch! She punched me right between the
legs, with her fist. As hard as she could, the girl punched me in the
pussy and it felt like I'd been kicked by a horse or something. It
hurt worse than anything in the world and I saw stars and my lungs
just emptied with a big bubbling whoosh and I couldn't help but suck
cold toilet water back in. It hurt so bad and my whole body went
tense, probably, I don't really know for sure. I just really remember
it hurt really badly and then I couldn't fight or breathe or do
anything.

I was choking on the water, drowning in it as I'd taken a breath and I
don't know how long they held me there, but I was seeing black and
then I was lying on the floor, coughing and gagging and curling up
kind of. My pussy throbbed with pain and my lungs burned, which seemed
weird cause that water was cold, and I was sobbing and puking up water
and tasting bile too. Sour and acrid and then my stomach just emptied
and the girls were laughing.

"That's what you get for being such a bitch!" Kelly said.

Brittany kicked the back of my thighs. "Maybe you're not a virgin
anymore, huh?"

They all laughed and I think Stacy spit on me, but they were leaving,
that's all I cared about and I wasn't ever gonna move.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I did move though, after about five minutes, or maybe longer. I got up
weakly and the pain between my thighs was mostly just a dull ache now,
like a cramp. I was hurting a lot worse inside. I felt sick to my
stomach, even though I'd already vomited. I'd never had anything like
that happen to me, never even seen it happen to anyone else, and being
disliked that much made me feel incredibly depressed. That and being
so mad and frustrated and full of hate myself. I didn't want to hate
anyone. I didn't like the way it felt, like a cancer or something
eating away at me. 

But I hated those girls.

I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. I just leaned on
one of the sinks, spitting first and then turning on the water and
washing my mouth out and then my face. I was using soap on my tongue
and it tasted horrible, but all I could think about was that I'd had
my head in a toilet. I was washing myself almost violently, crying
again and wondering how Mark or Chris were ever going to like me after
this. They'd never want to kiss me, I knew that. Everybody would know
too, like the whole school. I was feeling pathetic and sorry for
myself.

When I did look in the mirror my face was flushed and puffy, and my
eyes looked like they belonged to an old woman, all baggy and red
rimmed from crying. My hair was soaked and stringy, clinging to my
face and neck. My top was wet too. I was ugly and stupid for thinking
I could be the Homecoming Queen, for thinking it was so cool. All
those stupid kids voting for me, why did they do that? I hated them
for it. 

I hated the whole world and how come Mark wasn't there? He was
supposed to protect me. Or Chris even, it was his fault too. That
stupid Stacy Martin had done this to me just cause she liked him. He
should have told her to fuck off right away. But he was always so
nice. And Mark was too busy playing football. It was both their
faults. And Ms. Hayden too. She should have known better than anybody
what Kelly and Brittany were like. Psychotic bitches! Where was Ms.
Hayden at?

I just stood there, holding my face and crying and looking down and
being mad at everybody. That was how Ms. Hayden finally found me.

"Ah...Shit," she said and then she was holding me, even though I didn't
want her too. I might have tried to shrug the woman off, but I didn't
have that much fight left in me.

She didn't ask me who'd done it, but Ms. Hayden didn't have to. She
knew it was Kelly and Brittany, and she knew who their friends were.
Ms. Hayden didn't say anything though, except to shush me a little as
I cried in her arms. I felt like I was being a big baby, but I
couldn't help it. I knew I should have been stronger than that, all
they'd done was stick my head in a toilet for a minute, punch me in
the pussy. But it felt a lot worse. I can't explain it, but I think
probably the only thing that it could feel like was if I'd really been
raped.

"Come on, we'll take a shower, okay?" Ms. Hayden was leading me slowly
out of the bathroom. "Beth's taking care of practice."

Beth Talbot was a senior and the captain of the cheerleading team and
she was seriously good at that stuff. Her great-grandfather had owned
the land where Talbot Pond sat and so she was part of that family,
which went way, way back to four hundred years ago when the first
settlers came to western New York.

"I'm sorry," I was saying, but I didn't know exactly why. All the hate
was going away finally under Ms. Hayden's gentle hands.

"Shhh...You don't have to be sorry for anything," the woman was saying. 

I sat on a bench just outside the community shower, where the little
drying off area was, and Ms. Hayden was undressing me. I didn't resist
her, I just felt numb mostly, and I lifted my arms or whatever,
letting her move me the way she wanted to. She pulled my top over my
head and then squatted down a little between my open legs, it kind of
hurt when I closed them. She took off my shoes and then my socks,
stuffing them inside my Skechers and pushing them under the bench. I
still wore my shorts and skirt, my thong underneath, and my bra.

A moment later the woman reached around me with both arms, leaning
forward so she could reach the clasp of my bra behind my back. Ms.
Hayden undid it easily and the stretchy material went loose, and my
bra was slack around my breasts. I didn't move or anything. I felt
slow and dumb, really, my mind just didn't want to work and it took me
a few seconds to realize that Ms. Hayden wasn't standing back up.

She was rubbing my back with her fingertips, just lightly up and down
and I shivered and licked my lips because it felt good and she was so
close to me. Ms. Hayden was between my spread thighs and her arms were
underneath my armpits, her elbows and biceps rubbing the soft skin
just above my ribs. Her breasts were close enough to touch mine,
beneath her t-shirt, drawn tightly to her form, and my bra was sliding
around and falling down, just a fraction as Ms. Hayden moved her body
slightly.

"You don't have to be ashamed of yourself," Ms. Hayden said softly and
I was looking down, so she lowered her head slightly, catching my eyes
with hers.

"They stuck my head in the toilet..." I swallowed hard and her eyes were
bright brown, almost orange it seemed like, and it was a pretty color.

"I know, but that doesn't matter." She offered me a little smile.
"You're still beautiful, Stephanie. So beautiful, it hurts me to see
you like this."

Her hands were moving more, and not just her fingertips, but her palms
now, soft and warm and I needed that touch like you wouldn't believe.
It was a craving, a need to be assured that I wasn't dirty or diseased
or anything like that. I felt so embarrassed by what had happened and
I'd been blaming everyone, even myself, and having Ms. Hayden holding
me and telling me it wasn't my fault, I really needed that.

"Let me make you feel better, okay?" Ms. Hayden was whispering. "Let
me help you. We'll make it go away together, alright?"

"What are we doing?" I asked, but my words were more like thoughts and
I wasn't even sure I'd said them out loud.

When Ms. Hayden kissed me I wasn't surprised. I'd seen it in her eyes
that she wanted to. I felt it in her hands and I felt it inside me
too. I did want to be kissed and I would have given anything to have
Mark or Chris, or both of them with me, but it was Ms. Hayden who was
there and she was going to make it better. I had to believe her. I was
desperate for it, and so when she put her mouth on mine and kissed me
I didn't try to stop her. I let her do it and at first I just sat
there, but after a few seconds I felt her tongue and I opened my mouth
for her and then I was kissing her back.

I couldn't imagine I tasted very good, not after what I'd been
through, and especially after washing my mouth with soap, but Ms.
Hayden didn't seem to mind at all. Her tongue was soft, like a
butterfly trapped in my mouth and I felt my heart speeding up. She was
exploring me so gently, it was like kissing Chris, except different,
Ms. Hayden's kisses were even more tender than his. 

My hands went to Ms. Hayden's shoulders, and then on up to her neck
and into her short black hair. She was hugging me, her fingers and
hands moving along my back and I held her mouth to mine as we kissed
deeper. She made me moan into her mouth and I played my tongue over
hers, chasing it finally into Ms. Hayden's mouth. I was kissing her
now, tasting her warm and wet and sweet inside, like butterscotch
maybe, or caramel. Something sweet and good and totally unlike my
boyfriends.

I'd never kissed a girl before, but it didn't bother me. I hadn't ever
done it simply because I'd never met a girl I wanted to kiss, not
until right then. Ms. Hayden was thirty years old and pretty enough in
her way, but I'd never looked at her as if I'd find her attractive.
She had black hair, as short as some of the boys, cut above the
shoulders and around the ears. Nice full breasts and not so much a
narrow waist, she was just fit and trim and healthy. Round hips and a
nice firm butt and smooth legs. Yeah, I thought while we kissed, she
was pretty, she was attractive to me.

We were still kissing, just parting our mouths briefly to catch air
every now and then, when I felt Ms. Hayden's fingers working to pull
my shorts down. I moved for her, lifting myself blindly, a little
awkwardly, and she pulled them and my thong down at the same time. I
smiled and she gave me a little laugh as she moved back enough so I
could put my legs together. The pain wasn't even noticeable then and I
nodded when the woman pulled my short and panties all the way off.

"I've never been with a girl," I breathed and Ms. Hayden sighed, her
hands stroking my thighs, pushing them open again.

"It's okay," she promised. "I'll make it good for you."

Ms. Hayden smiled up at me, like she wanted to make sure I was
watching before she started kissing the inside of my right leg, moving
her soft lips up my thigh slowly. I did watch her too, the way she
made love to my body, getting closer and closer to my sex until I
could feel her humid breath across my vulva. I looked swollen down
there and maybe a little discolored, bruised from Brittany's fist, but
I didn't feel anything but good. My heart was going a hundred miles an
hour and my stomach was roiling like a whirlpool with excitement.

I'd never imagined having sex with another girl, at least not beyond
maybe finding a girlfriend that Mark and I could share. But that had
been abstract, nothing specific. I hadn't fantasized about making love
to a woman and most especially not one of my teachers. It was insane
and I didn't understand exactly how this was happening. It didn't seem
like it should have been. I'd been beat up and humiliated and crying
and now, somehow, Ms. Hayden was kissing my injured pussy. I was
panting and licking my lips and I shrugged my bra off because my
nipples felt like someone was holding a match to them.

"Poor baby...Poor sweet baby..." Ms. Hayden was murmuring and I gasped as
I felt her mouth on my clitoris. 

She kissed it lightly at first, then she was licking around it, like
teasing me and I moved my hips without thinking, my body was feeling
good now. I felt hot and hungry and sexy. She was making it better,
making me forget everything that had happened. All the bad feelings
were going away, replaced with a passion for the woman kneeling
between my legs. I felt my clit buzzing, hard and standing stiff and
pink from its little hood. Ms. Hayden was flicking her tongue across
it finally, tickling it rapidly and it wasn't funny at all. I was
squirming beneath her and she held me tight, Ms. Hayden's arms around
my waist where my skirt was bunched up.

"Oh God..." I swallowed hard. "...Oh that's...Ummm..." 

She was going to make me cum. My gym teacher and cheerleading coach,
she was eating my pussy nice now and coaxing me to give her my first
orgasm with another girl. She was lapping at my pussy eagerly, digging
her tongue along my slit, splitting my labia and just at the top of
every quick lick she'd flick my clitoris. It was crazy sex and I was
bouncing as hot blood rushed through my veins. I had goosebumps on my
skin and I was playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting them
because that somehow made it bearable.

When Ms. Hayden put her mouth on my clit, sucking it inside and
washing the little nub of super-sensitive flesh with her tongue, I
lost it. I was cumming hard and I tried to close my thighs, pressing
my legs against her hot cheeks. I had my hands on her head then,
holding her to my pussy as it spasmed with delightful pleasure. She
was the best, the most awesome pussy licker in the world. Better than
Chris, better than anyone, and she shoved her long tongue into my hole
even as the wetness gushed out of me. I felt like I was squirting
almost, it was powerful, my cunt squeezing itself hard and it almost
hurt. It did hurt, I was spraying cum, I swear, like a boy might do,
right into Ms. Hayden's mouth as she tongue fucked me.

I was crying gain, but not because I was angry or sad, it was the same
sort of crying I did sometimes with my boyfriends when they made me
feel so good I couldn't show it any other way. It came out in my moans
and in my orgasm and then suddenly it was coming out of my eyes. I
couldn't breathe and my whole body seemed knotted up inside and my
climax was like thunder, big and loud and overwhelming at first, and
then echoing for a good long time with little shivers and shakes that
wouldn't stop. My pussy was quivering and Ms. Hayden was lapping it
up, swallowing my girlish goo like she was famished for it.

When I'd finally come down enough to relax my legs and let go of her
head with my hands, Ms. Hayden lifted her red shiny face and smiled up
at me, breathing hard. She knew she'd made it exceptionally good for
me and I just stared into her pretty face, smiling and gulping air
into my lungs and trying to understand how she'd made me cum so hard
like that. It was way beyond anything I'd ever experienced with Mark
or Chris. Not better and not worse, but different and it was like a
whole new world was opened up or something. 

I leaned over so I could kiss her and I think it surprised my coach a
little, but it was a pleasant surprise and she welcomed my mouth with
hers enthusiastically. I wanted to taste my orgasm in her mouth and
she was wet inside with spit and cum, and she pushed it into my mouth
and I pushed it into hers, sharing it the way Chris and I did with
Mark. But this was all me, tangy and a little salty and reminding me
once more of the ocean somehow. I sucked Ms. Hayden's tongue clean,
swallowing my own orgasm out of her mouth while she massaged my left
breast, squeezing my body hard and palming my aching nipple nice.

"Let's take that shower now," Ms. Hayden suggested softly and I just
smiled. 

I knew she wanted me to taste her as well and I was ready to try it. I
wasn't going to be turning into a lesbian or anything, I knew that,
but my life had definitely changed.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The showers were like any other, I suppose, a largish room tiled in
light blue. There were eight shower heads arranged on the walls, three
to left, three to the right, and two on the shorter far wall. I was
nervous walking into the room, but a good kind of nervous. I wasn't
afraid, I only hoped that I wouldn't disappoint Ms. Hayden somehow.

I think she sensed that and we were both naked, which was a little
strange. I'd never seen any of my teachers nude and here was Ms.
Hayden, who'd been my physical education the year before, and this
year, as well as my cheerleading coach, without a stitch of clothing.
Her body was firm and beautiful, I'd decided, and I especially liked
the way her pussy looked. She kept herself smooth and clean shaven and
it was so pretty like that.

"You don't have to be frightened, Stephanie." She was leading me by
the hand. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know." I smiled for her. "I just...I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Do you like girls?" Ms. Hayden was taking us all the way to the far
wall.

"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I never thought about it."

"I've thought about you." Ms. Hayden looked over her shoulder at me.

She turned on the water for one showerhead and then the other, letting
go of my hand so she could turn them towards each other, so the spray
met in the middle and the water was warm and soft and Ms. Hayden
turned with her back to it, spreading her arms slightly and inviting
me to join her.

"I have a boyfriend," I said and she was pulling me to her body. "Two
of them."

"I know, sweetie," Ms. Hayden sighed. "I just want to make you feel
special, that's all. I want you to feel good."

"Okay," I replied softly, feeling like a little girl in her arms. 

Ms. Hayden was a little shorter than I was, but a lot stronger and I
could feel her strength. Not just physical, but she had it inside her
too. We were kissing under the water and I ran my hands up and down
her back, feeling almost shy for some reason, but when I felt her
hands on my ass, kneading my firm round cheeks, I did the same for
her. I let my hands follow the curve of her spin and slide over the
roundness of her ass and we were both moaning then. Our breasts were
pressed together, like our mouths and tummies and one of her legs was
between mine and I found myself moving, sliding my pussy over her
thigh slowly.

I was sore down there. Once the pleasure of having my sex licked and
kissed had worn off a little, the pain had returned, but not as much.
It was just a low, dull ache now and barely worth remembering. Even
that was quickly disappearing once again as the combination of Ms.
Hayden and that wonderfully warm water seemed to wash everything bad
away.

"What if someone comes in?" I suddenly asked, pulling away slightly
and I was suddenly very scared.

"The only key for the door is in my shorts." Ms. Hayden smiled and
then kissed me as I relaxed. "Nobody will ever know, I promise. Our
secret."

But that wasn't true, I thought. I'd have to tell Mark for sure, and
probably Chris, although I wasn't sure if we'd ever really explained
to him that it was okay to have sex with other people. I mean, we had
mentioned it and I'd told him about Todd and Jim, but...Mark and I
pretty much thought it was obvious, since none of us were slaves, or
even married or anything. But still, Chris had only been our boyfriend
for a month, so I wasn't sure how he'd feel about this.

That was in the future though and right then Chris wasn't there, as
much as I wished he was. Being with Ms. Hayden was nice, but I knew I
didn't love her. What we were doing felt good, even necessary because
I really did need it, but at the same time having sex without love was
like, I dunno, putting a jigsaw puzzle together and missing that one
big piece in the middle to make it complete. You could still see the
picture, even admire and appreciate it, but it wasn't completely
satisfying.

"Kiss me...There...My tits, Steph..." Ms. Hayden was guiding me down gently
so I could kiss and suck her nipples.

I held her breasts in my hands and they were full and heavy, with dark
reddish nipples that were hard under my thumbs and lips. I sucked the
left one first, nursing on it like a baby might, sucking hard and
licking the ruby tip with my tongue inside my mouth. She was cradling
my head against her, stroking my shoulders and combing my wet hair out
of my face so she could see me.

First one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth. I could
taste her skin only faintly, mostly it was just the water that poured
over us, but that felt so good I didn't mind. At Ms. Hayden's urging I
began to bite her tits too, chewing her puffy nipples so hard I
thought I might draw some blood, but I didn't and the woman seemed to
love that more than anything. I ate her boobs for a long while, until
both of her nipples were swollen fat and dark with pale indentations
from my teeth.

"Go down, Steph...Love me now, baby...Please..." she moaned.

Ms. Hayden could barely breath and she was pushing me down her body,
watching me kiss her flat hard stomach and then the soft swell of her
mound. Her pussy was right there for me as she spread her legs
slightly, rocking a little from side to side and pushing out with her
hips. Her bare shaven vulva was ripe and soft and so smooth I couldn't
believe it. Like she'd never had hair down there in her life. It might
have looked like a little girl's, except it was obviously a woman's.

Ms. Hayden's clit was large, bigger than mine anyway, and pressing out
of its sheath like a little penis, all pink and red around the tip.
Below that her sexy mouth was long, a slit as long as my finger maybe,
with full dark labia, brown swollen pussy lips that seemed to fall out
of her. Her pussy looked like an oddly shaped flower, the way the
folds of wrinkled skin were layered and wrapped around each other. I
thought it was incredibly beautiful and so much different than mine. 

I kissed Ms. Hayden cunt hesitantly, but I wasn't reluctant or
anything, I was just a little shy maybe, a bit nervous. I wanted to do
it like she'd done it for me earlier. I wanted Ms. Hayden to feel good
and even cum for me. It didn't turn me off at all, putting my innocent
mouth on another girl's pussy for the first time, if anything it
turned me on even more. Probably cause of where we were, in school, in
the locker room, that seemed very cool to me. Also because she was a
teacher, not just some woman, or a friend, but someone who wasn't even
supposed to touch me, or look at me funny, and now here we were.

I was rubbing my own pussy while I licked the soft wet skin around Ms.
Hayden's sex. I tried to be patient, remembering how she'd gone down
on me, and I wanted it to be the same way for her. I teased her at
first, playing the tip of my tongue along the edge of her slit and
around her clitoris. I kissed the hollows of her thighs and dragged my
teeth across her flesh. I did everything I could think of to make it
last before I touched her sex for real.

Only when neither of us could stand it any longer did I finally give
in and move my kisses to her clit. Ms. Hayden gave a shiver and a gasp
and her fingers were in my hair as she whispered soft encouragement,
telling me what she liked as I licked and kissed and sucked her
clitoris lovingly. I could smell her there too, and taste her I
thought, even beneath the running water. Her sex was pungent and
strong, musky with arousal and I brought my left hand to her cunt,
rubbing my fingers across her labia and then working my middle finger
around gently, finding her hole which was surprisingly small.

Ms. Hayden seemed to like that a lot, being fingered slowly while I
sucked her clit and after a few minutes she asked me to put in another
one, to open her a little more. I didn't even answer, I was too busy
working her hard little clit between my pursed lips, I just did as Ms.
Hayden wanted. I put my index and middle fingers together and pushed
them inside her, turning and twisting them a little, feeling her pussy
hot and moist inside, yielding to my touch. 

I felt the contours and bumps and ridges and I ran my fingers across
them, fucking her harder after a minute or two, after she was used to
it. I moved my tongue down as well, so I could lick at her pussy lips
and suck them into my mouth, and even lick at my fingers as they moved
in and out of her. I could definitely taste her then, tangy and a
little sour maybe, almost like me but different too. I finally pulled
my fingers out and stopped rubbing my own cunt just so I could spread
Ms. Hayden's fat lips and push my tongue inside her pussy.

She liked to talk too, but so softly that I could barely hear her as
the water fell around us. Ms. Hayden was telling me how pretty I was
and how much she liked me, things like that, and then she'd tell me if
I was doing something she especially liked, so that I'd do it even
more. If I was doing something she didn't like, she'd let me know that
as well. Ms. Hayden was teaching me how to lick her pussy and I didn't
mind at all. 

I wanted to make her feel good and I was hoping she'd cum for me, I
wanted to drink her and taste another girl's orgasm. I wondered if it
would be like mine, or different, and how would she act. It sounds
silly, but I'd never seen another girl cum, so I always sort of
wondered if I was weird, or just normal, or whatever. Maybe other
girls wonder about that too, but probably not. Mark's right, I am a
little strange sometimes.

"Good...That's...Down here, Steph...I want to cum on your pussy..." Ms. Hayden
was breathing hard and her knees were getting weak, her body trembling
because she was close to cumming.

I wasn't sure what she wanted at first, but the woman soon had both of
us on the tiles, warmed by the hot water and I licked my lips, tasting
her sex on my mouth as Ms. Hayden put my on my back. She was pressing
her body between my open legs like she was a boy about to fuck me. I
didn't argue when she got my legs over her shoulders, but I didn't
know what she was doing until I felt her leaning into me, rocking my
legs forward towards my shoulders. My ass came off the floor and I
felt her pussy on mine. She was fucking me like a boy, grinding her
big stiff clit against my smaller one, working our cunts together as
hard as she could. 

"Oh God..." I groaned and she gave me a happy smile, lowering her mouth
to mine and kissing me deeply while we fucked.

I had no idea two girls could do it like that, but I swear her hard
swollen clit was sliding into my pussy, not very much, but enough so
we could feel it, or I imagined I could. My own clit was grinding
against Ms. Hayden's soft mound and the hardness of her pelvis
beneath. It was making me crazy, like nothing I'd ever felt before.
The only thing that even came close was riding my horse sometimes, if
the rhythm was really good, but this was better than that even. Ms.
Hayden was going to make me cum with her pussy fucking mine.

My fingers were on her back, slippery and wet, my knees close to my
ears, I swear to God, she bent me so far it was crazy, and I dug my
fingernails into her, I couldn't help it. I was sucking her tongue
hard, mouthing it like I would a small pink cock and almost crying
again because my pussy felt so good I thought something had broken
inside there. I was going to cum lights out any second and Ms. Hayden
was right there with me, pinning me down so strongly I might have
imagined it was Mark on top of me, although this was way, way
different than fucking my boyfriends. And her cunt would not stop, she
was grinding me hard, like trying to really get inside me somehow, and
her big rubbery lips were mashed against my thin petals, our holes
right against each other so that when I did cum some of it had to
spray inside her.

I was shaking like a leaf, shivering despite the fire I felt inside
me. My eyes were shut tight and I was whimpering and clutching Ms.
Hayden as if my life depended on it. She was cumming too and I didn't
know if I could feel her orgasm flowing from her pussy into mine, but
I thought I did. I wanted to feel her cum mixing with mine and we were
grinding, so, yeah it was fantastic. I must have cum a couple times,
one right after another and Ms. Hayden was kissing me and she'd kept
her promise.

I felt very special.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"This is our secret," Ms. Hayden said gently and she didn't need to
say anything more, I understood.

"Yeah," I smiled, putting on my bra and feeling shy, although I didn't
understand why exactly. We'd spent over an hour having sex, the
practice was almost finished.

"Are you okay?" My coach was pulling up her shorts. "I mean after what
Kelly and Brittany did?"

Ms. Hayden didn't know the specifics yet, but she could guess easily
enough. She knew who was involved and why too. I wasn't sure what she
was going to do about it though, or even what I wanted her to do about
it. It felt like it had happened a hundred years ago, or maybe to
someone else, seriously. Right at that moment I could barely remember
any of it and I couldn't even feel mad at those girls, although I was
reasonably sure that would change later. They'd hurt me and I wouldn't
be able to let that go. Nobody could.

"I'm okay. Yeah," I nodded.

"I have to ask you, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden looked at me seriously.
"What do you want to do about it?"

"I...uh..." I shrugged helplessly because I really didn't know.

"After Homecoming is over, they're done," Ms. Hayden told me. "They're
off the squad, all of them. I'd do it today, but..." she gave me an
apologetic look, "...it would be kind of hard on the school."

"I understand," I nodded, and I really did. 

It was the biggest event of the school year really, except for the
proms maybe, and graduation for the seniors. Homecoming though, that
was the only event that really involved the whole school, and losing
six cheerleaders three days before it happened would be bad for
everyone, not just those girls in particular.

"Are you sure, Stephanie?" She looked into my eyes.

Ms. Hayden was worried I'd go to the principal, or more likely to my
parents, and they'd go to him. Or the school board, or the county
commissioner, or even the sheriff, who could tell? Parents tended to
start at the top and work their way down when bad things happened to
their only daughters. I slowly realized Ms. Hayden's job was on the
line. She was the one who'd be held responsible, even though I didn't
really think it was her fault.

"I'm, uh..." I licked my lips, "...I'm not going to tell anyone what
happened," I said and Ms. Hayden nodded, looking a little relieved
maybe. "I mean, you're going to..."

"I'm going to handle it, believe me," she said with a tone that didn't
leave a lot of room for doubt.

"Okay." I picked up my top, which was still damp and dirty and I
didn't put it on. I had another one in my locker.

"You're a beautiful young woman, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden wanted to kiss
me again, but she didn't. She just stroked my face for a moment,
making me smile. "I'm sorry about what happened. I should have been
here."

Ms. Hayden didn't say anything else and neither did I. She left to go
back out to the field and check the other girls; they would be
finishing up pretty soon, and I went to my locker, getting out my
clean uniform and putting my sweater on as well, because I felt a
little cold. It had been the weirdest day of my life, the strangest
ever, up and down and up and down, and now I was up again. I felt so
tired suddenly and I just wanted to go home and curl up in my bed. I
was all full up inside and I needed to think about it all, but I still
had to go to Chris' house for dinner and I wasn't really looking
forward to seeing Georgie and Wendy Wheelock.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was waiting by the stairs that lead up to the field when the other
cheerleaders started coming down. We always finished up before the
football team, because they were boys, you know, they had to make a
point of practicing harder and longer than the girls did. I just stood
there, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed and my bag by my
feet. The girls were all pretty quiet and a couple of them looked at
me, but mostly they were looking down and I wondered what Ms. Hayden
had told them.

Kelly and Brittany and their friends were last and I at least had the
satisfaction of seeing Brittany's nose was pretty swollen and she
might even get a couple black eyes out of the deal, but it wasn't
broken. Too bad for her. I'd given her a pretty good head butt and
they didn't say anything, or even look at me, but I was staring at
them sort of hoping they would. I felt that anger flash through me red
hot as soon as I saw them and it would be a long time before it went
away.

"Where's Chris?" I asked Jeremy, who was the very last one down the
stairs.

"Steph, I heard what happened. That's pretty messed up..." he was saying
but I shook it off.

"Where's Chris at?"

"He's still outside. Ms. Hayden wanted to talk to him." Jeremy looked
behind him for a second, but mostly to avoid my eyes, I thought.

"Okay." I picked up my bag. "Thanks."

I saw them talking, Chris sitting on the bleachers and Ms. Hayden
standing in front of him. As soon as they saw me walking over the talk
was over and Ms. Hayden gave me a little smile and patted my shoulder
as she walked past me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris was standing and he met me and took me in a
hug right away and I needed that badly.

"I'm just tired," I said softly, pressing my cheek to his chest.

"As soon as I heard what happened I was coming down, but Ms. Hayden
told me she'd check on you." Chris was squeezing me, stroking my damp
hair. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Kinda, yeah...I'm fine," I said. "I just need a hug." 

I didn't want to move and Chris wasn't going to let me go until I was
ready, so we held each like that for three or four minutes probably,
long enough that Mark finally came over after running some laps. For
whatever reason they always had to run around the football field a
bunch of times after every practice, but I think Mark cut his laps
short.

"What's going on?" he asked, maybe sensing something was wrong. He was
a little red and catching his breath, looking huge in his football
pads and carrying his helmet.

"She needs a hug," Chris said without a trace of humor in his voice.

"Okay," Mark said and he was confused, even a little worried. "What
happened?" 

He stroked my hair while Chris held me; standing close to both of us
as the rest of Mark's team walked by, talking and laughing
breathlessly on their way to the locker room. Most of those guys had
long since given up trying to understand why Mark was sharing his
girlfriend with another boy, especially one who didn't even play
football. A few of them had become friends with Chris, because he was
a cool guy and likable, but a few others really didn't like him too.
They all liked Mark though and me too, so far as I knew, except they
kind of thought I was cheating on Mark, but not really because he was
okay with it...So, yeah, we were confusing the heck out of everyone.

"Something wrong, dude?" A couple guys stopped, Kyle and Ricky, and
they were good guys, both seniors and pretty good friends with Mark.

"Nah, we're cool," Mark told them, but I could see their faces and I
knew they were concerned and it reminded me that I did have a lot of
friends.

"You okay, Steph?" Ricky asked me and he'd been high on our list of
possible guys to ask out, except he was totally in love with his
girlfriend, Linda.

"Yeah," I smiled and stood up a little, brushing a bit of hair out of
my eyes. "Thanks."

"Hey, you guys are coming to my party Friday right?" Kyle asked,
smiling back at me and I nodded. "All three of you, okay?" 

"We will," I promised and that was really cool because like I said,
some of those football players didn't get it at all and never would
have invited Chris along with us.

"And hey, congratulations on the Homecoming Queen thing," Kyle nodded
his head approvingly. "I voted for you."

"Me too!" Ricky grinned and they were walking away slowly. "We're
never wrong, dude." 

"Never!" They high fived each other and I giggled, not exactly sure
what they were talking about, but Kyle and Ricky were best friends so
they had their own language anyway.

"Thanks!" I called after them and then looked at Mark.

"I'll go get changed, okay?" He was still touching my shoulder. "I
just need like fifteen minutes to take a shower."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded.

"Hey, grab my book bag for me would ya?" Chris asked and Mark nodded.

"If I can remember your combination," Mark said with a grin.

"Yeah right!" Chris laughed.

"What's your combination?" I wondered as we walked towards the
bleachers to wait for Mark.

"The same as his," Chris said. "I have one of those padlocks you can
set to whatever you want."

"Oh, that's cool," I shrugged. "You guys go into each other's lockers
a lot or something?"

"Huh?" Chris was smiling. "Sometimes. I dunno, it seemed like a good
idea. Isn't that what boyfriends do?"

"I guess," I giggled. "I don't think I'd give my combination to you
guys though."

"Why?" Chris sat close to me and I didn't mind that he put his arm
around my shoulders.

"Cause, it's my locker." I leaned against him. "I got secret stuff in
there, you know."

"Secret stuff?" Chris laughed. "Ohhh...Like what?"

"Like secret stuff!" I made a face at him and it was fun being a
tease. "I'm not gonna tell you."

"Aw, what? You have some love letters probably. Some guy's writing you
poems, I bet."

"What?" I laughed. "No, nothing like that."

"Sure," Chris sighed theatrically. "Probably its better I don't know
or I'd just be jealous."

"Would you?" I asked, really wondering because I was thinking about
Ms. Hayden and how I'd been having sex with her less than an hour
before.

"Be jealous?" Chris looked at me. "Maybe, yeah, probably. I mean Mark
is...Mark. He's our boyfriend, but someone else? I'd be seriously
jealous."

"Yeah." I moved a little so I could bend over, laying my head down on
Chrissy's thighs. "That's what I thought."

"Are you going to tell Mark what happened?" Chris asked me after a few
minutes of silence.

"Later," I decided. "After dinner I'll tell him."

"Okay." We both knew it wasn't going to be much of a secret and Mark
was going to be seriously pissed, so probably it was better if I told
him.

"What was the coach saying to you before?" I asked, because I'd been
wondering.

"Just that she talked to you and I shouldn't do anything, or say
anything to those bitches," Chris replied and I looked at him, a
little shocked because he hardly ever swore. "Stacy was bragging about
it."

"She was?" I didn't know if I wanted to hear all the details.

"Like she thought I'd stop seeing you or something," Chris sighed. "I
can't believe how stupid she is."

"You didn't drop her or anything did you?" I asked, since Chris was
her lifting partner.

"I didn't even bother," Chris shrugged. "Mostly I just ignored her and
Beth was cool, she didn't have me doing much."

"Yeah. Beth is pretty okay," I agreed.

"None of the other girls thought it was very funny." Chris was rubbing
my back. "Nobody's going to be laughing at you or anything."

"I hope not," I sighed. "We'll see."

"Hey..." Chris said softly a few minutes later.

"Hmmm?"

"...There's nobody around." He slid his hand down to where my skirt was,
slipping the tips of his fingers underneath it, right at the top of my
ass.

"Oh yeah?" I turned my head to look up at him.

"You want to be a bad girl and make out a little?" he suggested.

"I had my face in a toilet," I frowned. "You still want to kiss me?"

"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I love you."

"Prove it," I said, just to be a tease and a few second's later Chris
had his tongue working tenderly inside my mouth, touching me
everywhere he could reach.

"You taste like soap, kinda." He grinned and licked his lips a minute
later.

"I washed my mouth out," I giggled.

"Come here..." Chris made out with me for the next ten minutes, getting
us both hot as the sky darkened slowly above us.

"Whoa...The new you all over again, eh?" Mark's laughter broke our kiss.
"I'm surprised you guys aren't doing it on the fifty yard line."

"Yeah, yeah...Give me a kiss before I change my mind." I smiled and
Chris held me around the waist, smiling as Mark kissed me nicely for a
long minute and half at least.

"So, are we ready?" Mark asked afterwards. "Who are you riding with?"

"You!" I grinned. "Chris had me for the last twenty minutes, so I'm
gonna tease you for awhile."

"Oh, lucky me," Mark said and Chris laughed and the two boys were
looking at each other, and I knew they wanted to kiss too.

"Well, I guess I could tease Chris some more..."

"No way, my turn." Mark was pulling my hand, bringing me to my feet.

"...he likes it, don't you Chris?"

"Oh yeah, you can tease me anytime, Steph." Chris let me go
reluctantly.

"You're both a couple of teases." Mark shook his head and then he held
out a hand for Chris, which was okay if someone saw it, and pulled him
to his feet too.

"Are we?" I feigned innocence, looking at Chris and he gave us a sexy
smile.

"The worst kind too," Mark decided.

"What kind is that?" Chris asked.

"A couple of cock teasing bitches, serious ones," Mark said softly,
his eyes moving back and forth between Chris and me. "You guys make my
balls ache."

"I love it when he talks dirty," Chris laughed and I slipped between
my two boyfriends as we walked towards the student parking lot.

"We spoil him too much," I said and then giggled as Mark gave my butt
a slap, but he knew it was true. 



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