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Archive name: private.txt (ff-teens, 1st les-expr, rom)
Authors name: Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
Story title : Private Lessons

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Private Lessons (ff-teens, 1st les-expr, rom)
by Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)

***

A young girl's casual crush on the school's beauty queen 
comes to a very unexpected and dramatic crossroad one 
night at a pool party.

***

Brenda Richter was one of those girls that every other 
girl in the school either loved or hated, but all envied. 
Michelle was no different. She had admired the
girl's curvaceous, perfect body and covergirl looks since 
she first met her. Brenda had a confident air about her 
that was disarming too, though this didn't seem like a 
great mystery to the lesser blessed girls of the school; 
with looks like Brenda's--those penetrating green eyes, 
long, flowing wavy blond hair, and silken, flawless skin-
-who couldn't be confident?

Michelle was no slouch herself. Though petite (a good 
seven inches shorter than the tall, stunning Brenda), the 
brunette Michelle had the doe-eyed face of an
innocent: luminous brown eyes, large and captivating, and 
a fine, slender but well developed body too. The boys 
were always looking at her behind, and indeed,
it was her greatest attribute: a masterfully sculpted 
half-globe of sumptuous wonder, and could not be improved 
upon one iota. 

Her fair skin only had a few small freckles on the 
shoulders and back, and was otherwise as clear and baby-
soft as Brenda's. Michelle's dark brown hair was thick, 
straight, and as sweet to the touch as the finest silk, 
draped in shining majesty over her bare shoulders as she 
sat by the pool, watching her friends. She didn't feel 
like going in, and was just enjoying the party walking 
around, snacking, and, flirting a bit with a couple of 
choice boys.

"Better latch onto one early," her friend Barbara had 
joked, "Brenda will have them all drooling after her soon 
enough." The two long-time friends shared a giggle. 
Barbara was one of a group of friends that had actually 
woven their way into the inner circle of Brenda's coveted 
companions. In fact, Brenda was a mentor of theirs, in a 
way, as she had calmly inferred her vast experience with 
boys. Well, naturally, everyone wanted to know details. 

This was the age that mental note-taking, and learning 
from the "pros" was paramount. One girl had fearlessly 
admitted she wanted to learn how to kiss really well, so 
that she would knock her boyfriend out of his socks. The 
other girls giggled, and joked about "kissing lessons," 
but Brenda made it pretty clear that a lesson or two 
wasn't a bad idea. 

Whispers followed during a sleepover: "Brenda, could 
you... I mean... help me.." and "Hey, I heard Brenda gave 
Lisa some lessons.." and the rumors started to fly. How, 
everyone wondered, do you get kissing lessons from 
someone of such stature and experience. Just go up and 
ask? No one had the guts to do that, but the girls 
started to watch each other and listen for hints, trying 
to figure out who, if anyone, had done so. It was a 
secret within a secret, one that no one wanted to admit 
to, and everyone wanted.

One night, at Barbara's house, there was a slumber party 
that Brenda had missed. The chat topic meandered to 
Brenda, naturally, and Michelle had blurted out, "Ooh, I 
would kill for some kissing lessons from that girl." 
Peals of nervous and uncertain laughter followed, and the 
girls lolled on their pillows, socked feet waving in the 
air in their nighties and panties as they penetrated the 
night with fantasy talk of dreams and desires.

Michelle got up from her patio chair and weaved her way 
through the gaggle of schoolmates, drawing a few stares 
from the boys in the group as she wiggled slowly to the 
wet bar in her miniscule light blue bikini. Brenda had 
just turned around after grabbing a coke, and flashed a 
smile that would have sold out the "Seventeen" rack at 
the grocery store in seconds. Michelle watched her walk 
away for a few seconds, and sighed in silent envy at the 
body, a work of anatomical genius, magnificent in the 
tiniest red t-back bathing suit that probably would have 
had the parents sending everyone home, if any parents had 
been here. Michelle got a diet Sprite and walked back to 
her chair, where Barbara was.

"Aren't you going in the pool?" Barb asked.

"Yeah, but not yet...just want to hang out for a while 
first. She tossed her long, chestnut brown hair back and 
spied a boy, Tommy Raller, that she liked. Maybe now 
would be a good time to make small talk with the football 
star, before Brenda walked by him. She moved slowly, and 
then stopped watching from a distance. Michelle was at 
the far corner of the patio, standing almost of the 
shadow of the lights. Beyond that was the lush landscaped 
yard of the huge
mansion-like home. She cocked her head, trying to lip-
read Tommy as he chatted with another boy, when she felt 
a warm hand on shoulder.

"Hi," the honeyed voice came from behind. Michelle turned 
to see Brenda standing there, smiling. Brenda had yet to 
be in the pool either, and she was radiant, as always.

"Oh, hi Brenda, how's it going?"

"I heard you wanted lessons," Brenda said, fixing her 
emerald gaze on Michelle.
Michelle frowned for a moment, unsure of what she meant. 
"Lessons.." she repeated, trying to find the memory. Just 
then, Brenda took her wrist.

"It's ok," Brenda said, "you don't have to be shy about 
it. I'll be glad to give you some." 

Michelle just stared at her, wondering. 

"Now is a good time, actually....this party is kind of 
dull right now, and I don't feel like swimming. Do you?"

Then the "lessons" meaning dawned on Michelle. The 
kissing lessons! She blushed deeply, but before she could 
say a word, Brenda's grip on her wrist had her following 
the blonde girl down past the patio lights into the 
darkness. "C'mon," Brenda said, pulling Michelle past the 
shrubbery to a tree-shrouded area near a brick wall.

Michelle wanted to protest at first, but her head was 
swimming. Ok, she thought, why not now? Tommy would be 
there later anyway, and maybe her friends could enjoy 
boy-hunting without the main competition around. She 
followed dutifully, feeling almost like a child being led 
by a teacher, and in essence, wasn't that was Brenda was 
going to be? She couldn't help but glance at the gentle 
twitch of Brenda's buttocks, as perfect as her own and 
separated only by the slender strap of red fabric nestled 
in the crevice of her bottom. Brenda led her to a 
beautiful, heavily foliated garden, with a little brick 
footpath. Palm trees and big oaks were jumbled together 
along with large, lush ferns, and there was soft ground 
level lighting coming from the shrubbery, casting gentle 
shrouds of dark blue and green light, enough to see each 
other and the wrought-iron bench nearby. Her bare feet 
tingled on the cool brick footpath, which ended at the 
bench.

Brenda turned around and smiled down at her. "You did 
want the lessons, right?"

"Umm..well, yeah," Michelle said, a blush creeping across 
her face. She could hear the chatter of the party like a 
TV in another room.

"Well, all you had to do was come and ask, me, girl," 
Brenda half-scolded, "but we'll deal with that later."

Michelle had no idea what that meant, but her concern 
quickly left when Brenda stood close in front of her. 
"Ok," Brenda said, like a coach, "important position when 
kissing a boy, is to tilt your head a little...and don't 
be in a hurry to give tongue. Let him start. You just 
open your mouth a little for him, and let him start. 
Understand?"

"I...I think so," Michelle said nervously. 

"All right," Brenda went on. "Let's try this first, just 
open your mouth, and lean in a little, and remember the 
tilt. I'll be the boy, ok?"

That made sense. Michelle was 5'2, Brenda towered over 
her at 5'9. Michelle swallowed and tilted her head 
slightly, parting her lips. As Brenda's face came closer, 
she looked at the approaching mouth in wonder (Brenda 
Richter's lips...about to kiss mine???). Michelle stood 
still, her arms at her sides, as Brenda, with a hand on 
each of Michelle's shoulders, enclosed her mouth firmly 
with hers. It couldn't be helped that Brenda's full 
breasts, barely covered by the bikini, touched hers, and 
the fabric was thin enough on both of their garments for 
Michelle to feel the taller girl's nipples poking her 
skin gently. 

Brenda's mouth was a luscious fruit sent from the gods. 
There was, at first, a vague cool trace of Coca-Cola, 
then the warmer sweetness of the girl's mouth, her lips 
soft but commanding as they engulfed hers. 

Michelle tried to concentrate on the technique, and 
waited for Brenda's tongue. It stabbed gently into her 
mouth just then, making contact with her own, and 
Michelle responded, moving her tongue forward. It slid 
sensually against Brenda's and Michelle felt a bolt of 
pleasure course through her, spreading into her veins 
like a runaway river. The sensations startled her, she 
had awkwardly kissed a couple of boys on the mouth 
before, but never knew that kissing a girl could feel 
quite like this. 

Brenda broke the union of their mouths suddenly and 
smiled at her. "Relax." She rubbed Michelle's bare 
shoulders up and down comfortingly. "You did fine, you 
just need to relax. Let's try again." 

Michelle found that she could only nod, her heart pounded 
so furiously in her chest now. Her body seemed to sparkle 
like a night full of stars.

This time, Brenda held her forearms and drew her closer, 
and Michelle's mouth opened as she felt her body being 
pulled gently towards the taller girl. As Brenda's mouth 
imprisoned hers again, Michelle instinctively put her 
arms up around the blonde's neck, and felt the golden 
locks fall over her skin. Brenda slid her arms around 
Michelle's waist, and almost imperceptibly urged her 
closer. Their bodies were touching-- breasts, tummies, 
legs--and Michelle felt her mouth melt when the other 
girl's warm, silky tongue explored her again. 

A whimper escaped from her throat, and she was suddenly 
mortified at the thought that she was locked in a deep 
French kiss with the most beautiful girl in her school, 
and had just let her know with that little sound that she 
was enjoying it. Whatever fear she had about giving 
herself away seemed to evaporate when Brenda's hands 
moved warmly in slow circles on her back. 

Keep cool, Michelle told herself, but she was certain 
that Brenda had not only heard the soft moan she had let 
out, but could feel the hammering of her heart against 
her chest as well. A wild, excited pang wove through her 
insides, not unlike the feeling of being on a roller 
coaster. She was acutely aware now, as Brenda gently 
devoured her lips, of how little she had on. Being in the 
warm, silky embrace of another girl in her tiny bikini 
made her feel almost naked, and the tender mound between 
her legs began to roil with moisture and intense warmth. 

Michelle didn't know what to do. Does this end? And if 
so, who ends it? Is Brenda expecting her to pull away, or 
does this "lesson" go on until the teacher says? Michelle 
was just about to break the kiss, just to get a breath, 
as her chest was beginning to heave with excitement, when 
Brenda did the unthinkable. 

The tall, gorgeous blonde's hand slid down Michelle's 
back and under the waist of her bikini bottoms. Michelle 
flinched as Brenda's slender fingers slid over her round 
ass cheeks and massaged them slowly under the thin 
fabric. Her knees were turning to jelly, and she felt as 
if she had run out of air. She broke the kiss, keeping 
her wrists looped around the taller girl's neck, and 
suddenly her face was buried against Brenda's graceful 
neck, gasping softly. Her mouth, which had been kissing 
the gorgeous girl fully, seemed to have a mind of its 
own, and formed another kiss on Brenda's neck, just below 
her ear. 

Michelle could feel Brenda smile, and then felt the 
girl's other hand stroke her hair gently, comfortingly. 
The blonde kept her hand inside Michelle's bikini bottom, 
exploring her ass without apology. 

"It's all right, baby," Brenda cooed in a low whisper, 
stroking Michelle's silky hair. 

The words wound around her like a warm blanket, and 
seemed to melt her even deeper into the taller girl's 
embrace. Michelle whimpered softly again, as she realized 
the fullness of her surrender to her beautiful classmate. 
Now there was no pretending. The understanding moved 
through both of them like an ocean wave, leaving a 
wordless, impossible, entrancing notion: Michelle's 
intense arousal was clear, and left her nearly helpless 
in the taller girl's arms. Brenda exploration of her 
seemed to lay claim to every inch of the brunette's skin 
she touched. 

Michelle was at Brenda's mercy, and they both knew it.  

As if to define the point, Brenda moved her finger 
purposefully down the length of Michelle's ass crack, her 
fingernail brushing over the tiny puckered rosebud on the 
way down. She wiggled it slowly at the lowest point, 
finding a cauldron of syrupy nectar within the confines 
of the tiny bikini bottom. 

"Hmm!" Brenda murmured. "My student is pretty excited 
about this new class, hmm?"  

Michelle flushed deeply, humiliation mixing with her 
near-panicked excitement and somehow catapulting it into 
a new realm of desire. 

"Ohhh, Brenda," she stammered, her voice shaking with 
arousal. Michelle could hide nothing now, and her petite 
body was alive, and humid with excitement. She only 
vaguely realized, with her face plastered against 
Brenda's lovely shoulder, that she was humping her hips 
into the other girl. It didn't matter, nothing mattered 
to Michelle now except her worship of the blonde goddess. 
She looked up into Brenda's eyes as her hips bucked, 
pushing her mound into Brenda's open legs, their pussies 
mashing together with the tiny triangles of fabric their 
only barrier. 

Michelle let out a desperate moan as her clit rubbed 
against the tall beauty's mound. Brenda looked down into 
her eyes, still holding Michelle's lovely little butt in 
one hand, riding the pumping of her hips as the smaller 
girl humped her slowly. Michelle's gasped as Brenda, 
smiling coolly at her, reached down and hooked her finger 
in the front of Michelle's bikini bottom and pulled it to 
the side away from her, letting the elastic catch on the 
side of her vulva. She had exposed her cunt to the air, 
now, and the next thrust from Michelle's hips pressed her 
naked pussy against Brenda's mound. 

She felt like a young, wild animal now, hopelessly snared 
by a beautiful huntress predator, her body writhing 
slowly out of control. She arched, her head falling back 
and her hair dangling onto her back, her mouth wide open 
as Brenda held her. Brenda kissed her again as she lay 
her face to the sky, firmly claiming her mouth and 
drilling her soft lips with that silken tongue. It was 
too much for poor Michelle. Brenda's hand on her round, 
pouting ass cheeks, her sex bared to the scantily clad 
beauty queen who now mouthed her at will....a climax rose 
from deep within her young body and seized her. She 
clamped her legs around Brenda's smooth, shapely thigh 
and rubbed furiously as their mouths entwined and she 
moaned loudly, finally breaking her mouth free and 
squealing as the orgasm jolted her. 

Brenda held Michelle against her as she twitched and 
purred against her body. Michelle panted into Brenda's 
breast, her life changed forever by this shameless 
display of desire for another girl. 

Brenda stroked her hair slowly again, and whispered, "I 
know, Michelle...it's all right. No one will know." 

But what would they not know? The kissing lessons? Or the 
wanton, out-of- control humping and cumming all over this 
blonde beauty that she could never have dreamed of 
happening in a million years. Brenda, who seemed be able 
to read Michelle's mind now, answered the unspoken 
question: "No one will know... that you're my girl," she 
said. 

Michelle shivered at the words. She felt her heart and 
pussy melt again almost instantaneously, because she knew 
exactly that is what had happened in the darkness of this 
hidden garden. 

"Your girl..." she whispered against Brenda's breast, 
trying out the new idea. Then, she looked up at Brenda, 
totally enraptured. The blonde nodded and touched her 
lips, and Michelle repeated, as if her destiny had just 
been handed to her. 

"Your girl...." 

Brenda felt Michelle's knees shaking. She moved to the 
side and pointed to the bench. 

"Sit down, Michelle." Michelle pulled her bikini closed, 
and sat, unable to take her eyes from Brenda's. The tall 
blonde stood in front of her, one hand on her hip, and 
the other cupping Michelle's chin like a child. 

"From now on, baby, when you have something you want from 
me, you come and ask. You don't go telling others. 
Understood?" 

Michelle looked up at the girl who now seemed to own her, 
and shivered. Each new exchange of words was another 
confirmation of her inexorable role as Brenda's 
submissive. 

"Yes, Brenda." 

"Good girl." 

Without thinking, Michelle wrapped her arms around the 
blonde's waist and hugged her face to Brenda's lower 
tummy, just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms. 
She nestled her cheek into the soft skin, so close the 
warm treasure below. She amazed herself: she wanted to be 
a "good girl" for Brenda. The blonde stroked her like a 
pet, their young skin warm and silky against one another. 
Then, Brenda leaned back. Her voice changed to a slightly 
sterner tone. 

"Umm, Michelle..." Brenda pointed to a glistening smear 
on her thigh.

"See the mess you made, girl? I think you have some 
cleaning to do." 

Michelle turned a deep red. "Oh I'm sorry, Brenda..I--" 

"Get on your knees and clean it up, now." 

"Yes, Brenda," Michelle nodded, kneeling in front of the 
blonde. She started to wipe the spot with her fingers, 
and Brenda pushed her hand away. 

"Clean it with your mouth, Michelle." 

"Ohh..I'm sorry..yes..."  Michelle looked up at Brenda, 
then lowered her face to the blonde girl's thigh and 
licked and sucked the juices from her. Her cheek brushed 
her captor's mound as she did, and she could smell the 
humid, sweet-muskiness of Brenda's excitement. A new wave 
of weakness engulfed her. She licked slowly, obediently, 
looking up into Brenda's face every so often for 
approval. 

"Good girl," Brenda said. "Take my bottoms off now." 

Michelle pulled Brenda's red bikini bottoms off, her 
heart pounding with a searing combination of fear and 
desire. She looked at Brenda's trimmed, blonde pussy as 
the bottoms came down her legs. She guided them to her 
ankles and then off, and placed them on the bench. Brenda 
smiled down at her, and lifted one leg, placing her foot 
on the brunette's shoulder. 

Michelle, panting with anticipation now, looked into 
Brenda's deep green eyes as the dominant girl slid her 
fingers firmly into Michelle's hair. 

"And now you get a gift, baby, for being such a good 
kissing student. You want me, don't you, Michelle?" 

The kneeling brunette could barely speak. "Oh...oh yes, 
Brenda..." she whispered. 

Wordlessly, Brenda pulled Michelle's face into her sex, 
and Michelle moaned as her nose and mouth sank into the 
warm, slick flesh. She licked deeply, her face becoming 
lathered with Brenda's arousal, and when she twice lifted 
her face to get more air, strands of the sweet fluid hung 
from her nose and upper lip, bridging across to Brenda's 
beautiful cunt. 

Michelle feasted on Brenda, wanting to please her so 
much, sucking on her clit, licking her pussy, thrusting 
her tongue deep into the warm hole and nearly drowning in 
her nectar. Brenda moved her hips against Michelle's face 
and moaned with pleasure, and finally, her magnificent 
body arching on the bench, shuddered intensely and let 
out an "Ohhhhhgoddddyessssss" as her climax erupted. 
Michelle lay there afterward, her face resting on 
Brenda's mound, her face coated with the beauty queen's 
juices, as Brenda stroked her. 

"Whose girl are you, Michelle?" the blonde asked quietly, 
the sounds of the party scratchy and muffled in the 
distance. 

Michelle, dazed by the incredible evening that turned her 
into Brenda's slave, moved her lips to answer, tiny 
blonde hairs brushing her moist lips. 

"I'm your girl, Brenda." 

Half an hour later, the girls returned to the party, and 
Brenda jumped in the pool as if nothing had happened. 
Michelle tried hard to look normal and relaxed, and went 
in for a swim too. 

A voice came up behind her, and Michelle realized it was 
Barbara. 

"Where the hell have you been?" her friend asked. 

"Oh...didn't feel well, and umm. went to lay down for a 
bit." 

"Oh," Barbara said, looking at her friend suspiciously. 

Michelle forced a smile and went underwater. When she 
glided back up, she turned and saw Brenda smiling at her 
from across the pool. 

END

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