The Tamiflu Treatment

by Androgyne

While sitting at my school desk I'm paying attention to Miss Hastings, our form mistress, on a sort of half and half basis. I'm giving some notice to what she's talking about, concerning what she wants us to write about, while the rest of my mind's on her.

I'd better tell you something about me hadn't I? My name's Corrina Watts, I'm almost thirteen, tall for my age, and my legs are still mite skinny for their length. My bum's the same, a bit narrow and scrawny, but I make up for it with my breasts! Most of my friends shorten my name to Corrie but my nickname is "tits" which tells you how big they are for a girl my age. I got that nickname on my first day here at Northfield Community College.

When I took off my blazer a girl sitting by me, in the assembly area, blurted out "look at the tits on her" and that title seemed to stick.

So apart from tall, a bit skinny, and big boobs, I have a head of unruly dark hair and deep olive skin. I'm also told I'm quite pretty, with a snub nose that's "cute" and my specs are new stylish ones, so the package isn't too bad at all. I'm also dead certain I'm growing up gay! Boys gawp at my breasts but I'm sure not interested in any boy. I do now have a girlfriend and we're just getting into a little pussy play.

Her name's Pamela [ Pammie! ] Mason and she's as tall as me, blond though, lightly tanned skin and blue eyes. She's thin like me but hasn't real breasts; she's still a flatty! She wears specs too and we just sort of hooked up as friends almost from our first days together at school here. Right from then she was my best friend but recently I had been feeling that I wanted her as more than a friend; though I wasn't quite sure what that meant. Until her thirteenth birthday party that is!

The party was at her mum and dad's house and there was a whole gang of girls and boys there. Pammie, and her guests, were allowed one small glass of wine to toast her big day. However she, and others of us, sneaked a little more than our ration. I had headed up to their bathroom later on to take a pee and Pammie was in there checking the little bit of extra make-up her folks had let her wear for the night. She'd sneaked a LOT more than her ration of wine! She was giggly and a tiny bit unsteady on her feet. Things went like this....

"Pammie I really gotta have a pee can I come in?"

"Sure Corrie in you come and I'll shut the door!"

She closed the door and snapped on the catch, and as I moved past her, heading for the lavatory seat, she put her hand on my shoulder.

"I really like you Corrie, I mean really, really, like you!"

"Well sure Pammie and I like you a lot too! We're best friends aren't we?"

It was then she did it! Without saying a word she hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. If I was surprised, and I was, it didn't seem to effect me cos' I kissed her back just as hard. We weren't very GOOD at kissing but we were into it alright. It was a bit awkward as our specs kept bumping together and since we both have braces on our teeth they were clanking each other.

We kept going feverishly though and we were hanging onto each other, flushed, and breathing fast. We only broke it off when we heard a boy yelling out that he was going upstairs for a leak. I was never alone with her the rest of that night, until Mum came to drive me home, and I was worried how we'd be when we were on our own again. Like I needn't have worried about that! In her bedroom, a few days later, her folks downstairs, she was the first to raise what happened.

"Corrie you know what we did on my birthday?"

I nodded and I was dreading her telling me she never wanted to have to mention it to me again!

"Corrie I felt so bloody fantastic kissing you so how was it for you?"

I felt like cheering cos' I thought it was fantastic too!

"Jesus! Pammie I loved it!"

"Then come here and let's do it again!"

Since we were both laid out on her bed I didn't have to come far; and then next thing we'd our arms around each other and were kissing like maniacs. We still weren't great at it but it didn't take us long to get better. Better still was when she started touching my breasts a little! We had to be careful what we did cos' her folks were downstairs but we got ourselves really warmed up and steamy.

Now I'd been "playing" with my pussy for quite a while, girls get to figure out all for themselves how good it feels, and when you have two older sisters to listen to and spy on you catch on even faster. In bed that night I was so heated up I played with myself and had, as my sister Tegan once said to my other sister Gaynor, "a big wet cum"! In the last few weeks Pammie and I have been doing a little playing at fingering each others little pussies.

Now I've gone the long way round but here's the point I'm heading for. There's things I'll talk about to anyone. Like when I saw Sasha Benet in Simmonswood Park with a few other boys and girls, drinking cans of cider, and she was half drunk and necking with Terry Briggs. All my class got to hear about that! Now no way am I going to talk about what Pammie and I are doing; though I'm absolutely sure that we're not the only girls in our class doing it. If Hillary Smith and Natalie Brent aren't more than friends I'm a Martian!

I know people "come out" nowadays but not me at under thirteen. A few of the senior girls at school have done it and some of them had a hard time with "fucking dyke" jibes; so I'll keep a low profile yet!

But what I'll tell nobody, not even Pammie, is that I have a massive crush on Miss Hastings. I mean a real crush in that I'd love to be kissing and touching her! Now maybe if I had a crush on Ms Sterling I could get away with it and admit it to my classmates. She's really young, pretty, and sexy looking. If I told them the same thing about Miss Hastings they'd treat me like I was crazy!

Miss Hastings must be fifty, ancient to kids our age, but there's something about her that's hooked me. She's tall, even to a tall tween like me, her hair is worn short like that actress, Judi Dench, always wears hers. It's silky grey and makes me want to touch it when she's bending over my desk. I think her face is pretty whatever the other girls might say. It's sort of thin but she smiles a lot and it makes her look really nice when she does. She's another one with specs though hers are big and square framed but still look good on her. I love the way she dresses and she always seems to dress in the same style.

A blouse or shirt of whatever colour she's picked for the day; and over that a buttoned cardigan. The cardigans are pretty expensive ones and I've heard her talking to Mrs Connor that they're real cashmere. She keeps her cardigans buttoned up and she's got big, firm, solid looking breasts, that sorta strain against the cloth. Her skirts are neither very short nor too long to hide her nice legs. Her skirts are also pretty tight around her hips and across her bum. I love looking at the vee of her panties that shows through the tight fabric.

She always wears silky looking grey stockings or tights that make her legs, and the bit of her thighs that I can see, look sleek and smooth. When she's close to me I can smell her perfume; always a light and flowery one that makes my snub nose twitch. By now you must be getting bored with how much I fancy my teacher and how she looks but I don't care about that.

My problem is that I've no idea how to get close to her! She's nice to us all in her class, calls us by our names or sometimes "dear", but if she has any idea about my feelings for her there's no sign of it.

This might sound like I'm going off the subject again but bear with me. I got a laptop for my Xmas present off Mum and Dad; we are heavily over computerised in our family. Mum and Dad share the desktop and both my sisters have their own laptops and now I have mine. Of course Mum or Dad set the "parental controls" on mine to keep me away from "dangerous" websites; but dodging that was a piece of cake. I've known their password practically since I could read though they don't know that I know; and so I fast disabled their restrictions.

First port of call was a website I caught a glimpse of on Tegan's laptop; before she slammed down the lid as I sidled past her. Leslita is way cool! It's all stories written about young lesbians having sex with older women. I read a lot of stories that got me hot and playing with myself; and some of them were about schoolgirls who seduced or got seduced by their school teacher. While reading Leslita stories I've sorta got to wondering about my sister Tegan. No steady boyfriends at seventeen, hardly any boys ever come to think of it, and reading Leslita stories, so maybe she's into girls too?

Question is can or could I screw up enough nerve to tell my older sister I'm gay and ask her if she is too?

The trouble is that most of the tween hotties in the tales just showed a lot of leg, or their panties, to their teacher, who often kept them back after class. And then they fucked each other in the classroom or at one or another's home. I've tried giving Miss Hastings a look at what I've got. But she never seemed to notice a lifted skirt hem or a couple of blouse buttons open so my big tits were showing a little! I'm living in hope but seem to be getting nowhere.

Back to reality as my crush raises her voice to the class.

"Right girls you can start writing after lunch break and I want the completed work on my desk by tomorrow morning. Go have your lunch now and I'll see you back here in an hour."

Then, as I'm putting my things into my desk, I pull up fast when she calls my name.

"Corrina Watts have you got a minute please?"

Wow! Is this the moment she tells me she's got a crush on ME and wants us to be alone?

"Yes Miss Hastings!"

"Corrina dear you go home for lunch don't you and you live in Maple Close? That means you have to walk along Ballard Street. I wonder if you could do me a favour?"

Oh God she's gonna ask to walk home with me and come in with me and....!!!

"Of course Miss Hastings!"

Reaching into her desk drawer she passes me a piece of paper.

"That's my prescription, I've been feeling really under the weather and I saw my doctor last night; she thinks I might be coming down with the flu. Can you drop into Hughes's the chemists and wait while they make it up? You can come back to class a little late if you have a long wait there."

Oh well there goes another day dream about me and my teacher!

"Here's the money to pay for it and ask the dispenser if I can buy the pain killers cheaper than the prescription charge? Here's £25 that's plenty even if you can't buy the painkillers over the counter."

"No problem at all Miss!"

I'd been wondering about my teacher and the way she'd been rubbing the back of her neck, feeling her forehead and cheeks, which do look flushed, and not looking her usual cool and calm self. If she's got flu then teaching almost thirty girls won't be easy.

Luckily, when I enter Hughes's, it's almost empty, and my favourite dispenser, Kim, is behind the counter. I like her; she's only about my height and though she's got a couple of kids she's real fit looking. Blond streaked hair and gold rimmed glasses frame her round face and she looks a bit sexy in her white nylon overall. I'm maybe starting to think like this about too many women lately? But I'm wondering if maybe she likes ladies; just based on how she's always fussed over me for ages.

"For your teacher? No problem Corrina. Jenny give Corrina the painkillers off the shelf. Corrina tell your teacher she saves a couple of pounds that way."

Before I handed in the prescription I realised it had Miss H's address on it and now it's in my mind! So as I head for home I'm back daydreaming about calling round to her home, being invited in, and then....!!!

In our house I shed my heavy parka, make a sandwich, and pour myself a glass of milk, finishing off with a Kit-Kat biscuit. Before I need to even think about heading back to school I get to thinking about Miss Hastings again; and being alone I can do something about it. Pulling my panties down around my ankles, and snatching the box of tissues off the table, I lean back on our sofa and get both my fingers and my imagination going hard.

My form mistress, in a slinky nightdress, is telling me she's always wanted me, in my mind at least, when I lose it totally and gush big and wet. Even having a hard cum I don't forget to use the tissues fast to clean up the mess before I stain our sofa. It takes me some time to get back my breath and my legs to stop trembling.

I'm at least back in school in plenty of time. So when Miss Hastings comes back to class I'm straight over to her desk to give her her change and the paper bag with her medication in. She looks a little worse than earlier though I still can't take my eyes off those big breasts under her demure cardigan.

"Oh thank you Corrina, I'll just pop out to get some water and wash down a couple of the painkillers. I'm sorry to say I'm feeling a fair bit worse."

She gets through the afternoon somehow though she doesn't look at all well; and when the bell rings to signal the end of school she just says good afternoon to us and walks out. Unusual for a dedicated lady like her!

Pammie asks me if I'm ready to go but I've nearly finished the assignment my crush has given us; so I tell her I'll stay in class and finish it and leave my paper on Miss's desk. The classroom and the school are quiet when I cross to the desk and lay my paperwork on it; and as I turn to go I see something under the desk.

Bending down I can see it's a small cardboard carton marked "Tamiflu Capsules 75mg", and a label reading "take 1 twice a day". Beneath that I read "Angela Hastings". So my crush has a nice first name but has lost her anti-flu treatment. Right off I get excited as I realise I know her address and have the perfect excuse to call there. I'm getting ready in a flash, blazer on, and then collect my padded anorak, before grabbing my book bag and dashing out.

I know Marlboro Road well and it's only a short bus ride away. It won't even cost me a penny since my school bus pass will take me there for free. When I hop off the bus I check which is the odd and which is the even side and stride out for number 85. Her car's parked on the driveway so at least she's home. I realise then that I don't have any idea whether she lives alone or not. She's Miss Hastings so no husband but that doesn't mean there isn't, ugh, a man involved. Screwing up my nerve I ring her doorbell.

Since I got off the bus the rain that was falling has changed to hail and it's gotten pretty dark. I've pulled up my hood so when she opens the door she doesn't recognise me at first.

"Yes dear what? Corrina? What are you doing here?"

Well life's full of disappointments isn't it? In my imagination she always would have opened her front door wearing a flimsy and short nightdress. In fact she's got on a thick and fuzzy terry towel robe that reaches her ankles. She looks past me at the weather and waves me in.

"Come in dear I can't have you standing out in that lot!

She hustles me in and closes the door.

"Let's get this wet coat off you and hang it here by the radiator then we'll go into the rear living room."

The house is warm from the central heating but the living room is warmer because, in the fireplace, there's a coal effect gas fire flickering away. The room is also so comfortable and well furnished. On the floor is a thick carpet in green with a pattern of autumn leaves. In front of the fire is a huge leather sofa with matching armchairs on either side of the grate. In the corner there's a unit holding a big plasma screen television along with a satellite decoder/recorder as well as a DVD/CD player. Truly a warm and cosy room to hole up in during bad weather and illness.

My teacher settles on the sofa and pats the cushions next to her.

"Take your blazer off and hang it up or you won't feel the benefit of it when you go out again. Now tell me how you knew where I live and why you're here."

Obeying her [ a strong habit since she's my form mistress ] I hang the blazer over the back of a dining chair and sit next to her. She doesn't look annoyed just puzzled!

"Well Miss Hastings...!!!"

I only get that far when she raises her hand to silence me.

"Oh heavens we're not in the classroom now dear. My first name's Angela and my middle name's Frances; my friends call me Fran so you do the same please."

That makes things a little easier so I start up again.

"Well Fran you gave me the prescription and your address was on it so that's how I knew but here's why I called here."

I'd toted my backpack with me and I'd been rummaging through it and now my hand emerges holding out the small carton.

"I stayed behind in class to finish off your assignment and when I went to put it on your desk I saw this on the floor; you must have dropped it after I gave you the bag."

She's not wearing her specs so she peers at it, a little short-sightedly, as she takes it from my hand and then smiles.

"Bless you dear I must have dropped it when I took out the painkillers. Dr Jaeger prescribed Tamiflu because she thought I might be coming down with swine flu."

She opens the pack and pops a capsule out of the foil backing.

"I'd better take one right away! Really Corrina I doubt you'll be seeing me in class tomorrow; I really don't think I'll be right to turn in and I certainly don't want to pass it onto the class. I don't want to pass it onto you for that matter!"

She starts to rise, with a slight wince, but without even thinking I put a hand on her shoulder to push her back.

"Stay here Fran! If you want some water to take that I'll go fetch it for you."

She really looks both grateful and relieved and I'm thinking all my fantasies are so different from reality. In my dreams we'd both be naked on the thick rug in front of the hearth having wonderful sex; but here I am worried about how ill my teacher [ and my huge crush ] might be!

"Thank you dear! That door over there's the kitchen door and you'll find a tumbler on the drainboard."

The kitchen's as fine as the living room, all tiles and stainless steel, with built in appliances and loads of cupboard space. I half fill the glass with cold water and fetch it back for her. She swallows the capsule carefully as if her throat is sore.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Fran? Are you alone here? I could make you a cup of tea if you like?"

She seems genuinely happy at my offer and that nice smile I've mentioned lights up her face.

"Bless you love there's no need for you to be running around after me. Yes I am on my own but as you see I've got a really comfortable home and I'll be fine!"

Then her expression changes slightly and a hint of what might be worry flickers across her face.

"Actually dear I'm not sure you should be here alone with me in my house. The way things are in teaching I might find myself in trouble."

"What on earth do you mean Fran?"

She really looks ticked off though certainly not at me!

"Corrina all I ever wanted to be was a teacher. From school I went to college just to train as one and I loved the job. I say loved because things have gone so stupid now. Everything is "no inappropriate behaviour" for the staff. I can't stop two kids fighting because I'm not allowed to touch them. I can't clean a skinned knee and put a band aid on the wound. I can't even put an arm around a crying child to comfort her because that's even worse. That's "inappropriate touching" and that's damned near a hanging offence nowadays!"

She's really opened up to me so I have to ask her a sensible [ to me anyway ] question.

"But what if the kid doesn't MIND being touched?"

"Corrina that's the least thing they think about for sure!"

I'm looking right at her and it just slips out, though my mind, strangely, had drifted right away from my dreams of me and Fran as lovers.

"Supposing the girl wanted to be touched? Supposing I wanted to be touched?"

She's silent for so long I'm worried I've said something that's upset her somehow; and then she leans forward a little and gently trails two fingers down my cheek.

"Be careful Corrina or we might both go somewhere we shouldn't!"

"What do you mean Fran?"

Her smile is wry but still a nice one.

"I'm fifty one years old and all I've been all my life is a teacher so don't think I didn't catch on to what you were doing."

"What was I doing Fran?"

Her fingers stroke my cheek again; softly and slowly.

"You were making yourself obvious and available dear. Do you think you're the first girl that's tried to send me messages like you've been sending me? Do you realise the trouble we could get into if I let myself get involved with you?"

It's when she says that last sentence that my mind's made up. She didn't say she's never liked girls or that she isn't interested in me, so sitting facing her and looking her in the eye I commit myself.

"Fran I'm still available if you want me!"

She sucks in a deep breath and holds my gaze.

"Are you absolutely sure about this? Do you know what you're getting into?"

"I know I want you and I'm not totally innocent; I've got a girlfriend you know!"

This time the serious expression is replaced by a really nice smile!

"Of course you do dear and Pammie's a lovely girl too!"

"Pammie! How do you know that?"

That grin gets bigger and she shakes her head.

"Oh love if I could spot you going after me I could certainly spot that you two are a lot more than just friends. I knew I was gay when I was as young or even younger than you are now so I pick up on things like that very quickly; and you two are an item. Now it's time for you to make up your mind. You can go home or we can do what you want to do and what I want to do as well."

"Yes please Fran I want to stay!"

Smiling she bends over me, pushes me back onto the cushions, and then kisses me on my lips. Not hard and feverishly like Pammie, soft, slow, and gently, and I lay there as my dreams are finally going to be fulfilled. Though I don't just lie there, I touch that short cropped grey hair and it's just as soft and silky as it looks and I thought it would be. Carefully she takes off my glasses and puts them to one side.

She keeps kissing me, unhurried, steadily, and easily. Slowly I begin to respond, I kiss her in return, then her tongue touches, teases, and slithers over mine, as my arms pull her down on top of me. Again my fantasies prove wrong! I'd imagined us clawing and wrestling madly but I'm just happy to let her kiss me expertly. My nipples though are not so calm; they're hot, erect, and swollen. Between my thighs, under my panties, I'm getting really damp too! That big towelling robe though is wrapping itself around me so I decide it needs to be out of the way.

Once I tug loose the sash Fran gets the message and helps me drag her robe off. Another fantasy bubble gets burst! No transparent and dark shortie nightdress; she's wearing a plain cotton one that's at least knee length! I soon forget that tiny disappointment when she breaks off kissing me at last. Sitting back a little she starts on the first button of my school blouse.

"I want to see these lovely big breasts of yours."

"How do you know I've got lovely big breasts?"

I find I'm getting really excited and turned on but strangely at ease if that makes any sense at all! She giggles! She actually has the genuine giggles and bloody hell they're infectious cos' I'm giggling too for no real reason!

"God Corrina I'm your form mistress not a classmate but even I know your nick name's "tits" don't I?"

This is great! I feel wildly sexy but happy and giggling like an idiot. In those videos I watch online the models are always yelling "Fuck me harder" or "I'm gonna cum on your face" and here I am with my crush at last and we're laughing!

However laughing hasn't stopped her unbuttoning my blouse and taking it off! I'm wearing a nice bra underneath; a hand me down from Tegan. One good thing about having older sisters is they tend to casually toss you something they've either outgrown or gotten bored with but which is still nice. I stop giggling when Fran slips down the shoulder straps and then reaches under me to unhook it.

Now I'm naked to the waist, oh and I've kicked off my shoes while I was wriggling around, she stares at my tits and I don't think she's disappointed with them.

"Oh my!"

Then the fun really starts as she takes my swollen nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, rolling them smoothly, and then tugging on them. I have to moan a little and suck in my breath as she works on both my nipples and the rest of my big breasts. I'm getting really wet down below now! And then, oh God, she puts her mouth over one nipple and sucks hard on it. Still playing with the other tit and its throbbing nipple she's flicking this one with the tip of her tongue; and I'm now shuddering.

That baggy nightie is beginning to annoy me, despite how hot I am now, hot with what she's doing to me, and hot because the room's hot and she's lying on top of me. But I really want to feel her skin against mine so I catch hold of its hem and start lifting it. She must be getting pretty aroused herself because she leaves my nipples, sits up straight, and hurls the rumpled cotton away.

At last one of my fantasies has come true! In my dreams Fran always had a lush figure and in real life her body is all I imagined. Her hips are wide and her thighs are round and full. I can't see her rear end but I'll bet she's got a lovely big round one. It's her breasts that I dreamed about and the reality is wonderful. They're big, pear shaped, firm, and no sign of sagging, and her nipples are super! Huge, dark, like ripe strawberries, and I'll bet they taste just as good!

Then, and I can't believe it, the giggles get me again, as I'm looking up at Fran's hips and blurting it out!

"We got the same panties on!"

Sure enough we're wearing identical cotton panties in blue and white stripes!

Fran's giggling too! Which makes those great breasts jiggle really nicely.

"Not for long!"

Then she pulls down both my school kilt and my blue and white panties together. Apart from my knee socks I'm naked and couldn't be more ready for my crush to become my lover. Her mouth goes back to my breast but now her hands wander. I never realised how fantastic it feels to have fingertips trail over my tummy, gently, but the soft rasp of her nails makes me tremble. I find the insides of my thighs are just as sensitive as she strokes and caresses them.

Meanwhile her mouth has abandoned my swollen nipples and she's kissing and licking a trail downwards, past my navel, over my lower belly, until I can feel her warm breath between my thighs.

Then she lightly kisses my wet crease and all my dreams and fantasies become the real thing!

At the first touch I don't scream, yell out loud, or go "Oh Fuck" like the models do in the videos. All I produce is a loud "Oh" as I spread my thighs wider to let her move her mouth right onto my pussy. I'm feeling heat and electric tingles I never thought possible; as she lets her tongue flicker and dance over a pussy that's never felt so wet before.

She doesn't just use her tongue either! Now she's taking the lips of my pussy between her lips to suck on them; and my "Oh's" are getting louder and closer together. Every time I think things can't get better she makes things better. Her head's buried between my thighs, one hand has reached up to squeeze my breast, but then she uses her other hand and finally I sort of moan or groan really loud.

My mouth's open and I guess I smiling, or more likely grinning like a maniac, though my eyelashes are lowered so I'm not seeing much, but something tells me to look down at her face. She halts her tongue and lips for a moment, pops her middle finger into her mouth to suck on it, and then gently eases it into my pussy. She goes slow, for some reason, but keeps pressing it deeper until it's in there all the way. Only then do I realise she was afraid of hitting a hymen; gone three years ago when I fell off a balance beam during a gym lesson.

The little bit of blood that day scared my teacher and Mum more than it scared me!

When Fran moves her finger around inside me I realise that what felt amazing before can get a lot better. After a moment she pulls back her hand a little and her index finger moves to join the other one. Now I'm filled and perhaps stretched just a little. But still it feels fantastic as I grab her hand and urge her to move faster in and out of me. Now, as her fingers pump in and out, she twists them too, as her mouth returns to my throbbing sex.

I'm gone now, miles away on a cloud of bliss, making loud noises as it feels like a something's rocketing up inside me, then it get's as good as I can stand. I grab Fran's head as my hips gyrate and I explode into a wet spray from my pussy lips that I don't understand but feels incredible, and seems to go on and on forever, until I find myself flat out on the sofa and gasping for air!

When I focus again I'm looking at Fran, her face is smeared with the juice I let fly and she's smiling as she stokes my hair.

"Good God love I've never had a girl climax as hard as you did just now. I don't have to ask if it was good; I know it was good! I was worried I might hurt you with my fingers but you were so relaxed I knew you'd love it."

It's then that I find some strength and manage to sit up; surprising myself with what I say and how calmly I say it.

"Now you Fran!"

She grins right at me as she lowers herself back onto the thickly padded seats.

"I thought you'd never ask love! I really want you to make love to me now; want it badly!"

She's still wearing her panties and as I kneel between her round thighs I can see a dark patch on the blue and white cotton. When I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband she raises her hips so I can pull them off her. Her crease, when I look at it, is as wet as mine was, oozing a trickle of creamy juice. Like me she hasn't any hair around it, I haven't grown any while I guess she shaves like Tegan and Gaynor do; though I'm not supposed to know they do.

I'm not gonna try to be clever I'll just do what I know she wants. As my mouth gets close to her sex I see her lips are dark red as well as wet. And the scent!!! I never realised how a wet pussy smells till now. She smells strong but nice! Tentatively my tongue tip flicks her silky flesh, she shivers, and then looks up at my face.

"Just do what I did love and it'll be fine!"

Now, for the first time too, I'm tasting pussy juice, and I find I like it. She's thick and creamy and sharply tangy as I lap at her; trying to imitate what she did to me. Then suddenly I find I don't need to try; I just start to enjoy giving Fran the pleasure she gave to me. I experiment with my tongue and lips! When she shudders and moans I'm certain that I'm doing the right things. My tongue is inside her, exploring her wet folds, when I remember my fingers are doing nothing.

I'm sure I won't need to lick them like she did cos' she's sopping wet down there. When I press two into her I find she's almost as tight as I felt when she used hers on my pussy. I'm relaxed now and not worried about getting things right; when I go back to licking and fingering her hard I know I've got it right. Something big's happening to Fran, she was cupping her breasts as her head rolled back and forth on the cushions, now she's gripping my head, hard, and bucking under me.

I hit the bull's eye and I can hardly hang on as she writhes her hips up and screams out my name.

"Jesus Corrina, Jesus Christ!"

Even with my face smeared with her cream and my head pressed between her thighs it feels weird to hear my form mistress howling as I drive her wild. I stay there lapping away until she pushes my mouth away from her wet flesh and she lies there breathing harshly.

In a little while she tugs me up until I'm lying pressed against her and with her arm around me.

"Well love has everything been what you expected? What you wanted? You're everything I could have asked for I do know that!"

Snuggled against her I say nothing; content just to feel the warmth of her body on mine. After a spell of comfortable silence Fran stirs to ask me something I thought she soon might.

"Won't your mum be wondering where you've got to love?"

I can, in all honesty, put Fran's mind to rest on that one.

"Mum won't be home till after ten tonight; her firm are short handed and she's working all hours. Dad works away and he's only home at weekends, Tegan's away taking a study course and Gaynor comes home when she feels like it. There's no-one home and no-one to miss me Fran."

And then I get to thinking I will have to go home sometime but I don't want this to end just yet.

"Fran I want to do it to you again. I love making you feel that good. Please let me, now!"

I'm already starting to wriggle down towards that lovely wet crease when she takes hold of my shoulders.

"Maybe we both should do it at the same time love? Turn around!"

She eases me round, guides me, and positions me, until I'm straddling her face while inches from my mouth is her sweet, wet, pinkness. As I lower my mouth to taste her, lick her, rouse her again, she clasps my rear to lower it to her own mouth and tongue and I'm burning inside again. Even though I'm as wet as she is I feel like I'm on fire! This time something new from her again; something I never even imagined in my wildest fantasies.

Not just tonguing my quivering sex! Parting my buttocks firmly she sends the tip of that tongue to explore my bum ring. Oh God how hot is this? She moves back and forth, pussy and ring, till I I'm not sure where she'll tease next. As wild as I'm getting though I still try to give her the best time I can. My hands holding her thighs, my head bobbing up and down, I'm stabbing my tongue deep into her and sucking on her soft flesh. It's coming again! I can feel that huge pressure building up inside me.

Beneath me Fran's bucking and writhing as the two of us, in total rhythm, lick, suck, and probe each others pussies. Then I do something I've heard the video models shouting about on my laptop. I "cum" right onto Fran's face with a splash of cream. I've taken her all the way again too and she shudders out another sexual explosion. I've never felt so tired, tender, but fantastic, in my entire almost thirteen years of life.

We stay snuggled side by side for a lot longer this time before Fran hands out her orders like she would in class.

"Upstairs second on the left's the bathroom Corrina so get up there and shower. We're both pretty pussy juiced aren't we? While you're showering I'm ringing a taxi for you to take you home. Don't argue dear it's dark and wet and I won't have you making your own way back!"

The bathroom's as super as the rest I've seen of her house. A few minutes in the shower cubicle under a steaming hot spray and then I'm towelling off. By the time I'm dressed and shouldering my book bag the cab's honking outside. Fran presses the money for my fare into my hand and then kisses me goodbye. Not a peck on the cheek or my forehead but a soft and deep one on my lips.

"D'you know Corrina I do believe I've forgotten all about my flu for a while!"

We both suffer those silly giggles again as I leave her home. There's no-one home to miss me so I take the meal Mum left for me in the fridge and nuke it in our microwave, eat heartily, and then wash up. After knocking off the rest of my homework I bed down early; not really surprising after what I did earlier with Fran! Mum pops her head in when she arrives home from work!

"You okay love?"

"Mmmm fine Mum just sleepy! See you tomorrow morning!"

In class the next day I find out Fran meant what she said and hasn't turned in. Mrs Webber breezes into our classroom.

"Good morning class! I've just come from a staff meeting with the headmistress. Miss Hastings is down with the flu as are two other of our teaching staff. I'll be taking your class until Miss Hastings returns. The headmistress has asked the staff to tell you that if any of you show flu symptoms you go home right away and if you have them at home you don't come in! We'd rather you miss a few days school than pass flu on to half the class. Now out with your books and read chapter seven while I start reading through the assignments you finished for Miss Hastings yesterday."

Things are fine for two more days and then I awake in the early hours with a sore throat and an aching back. My turn for the flu now; not that I'm surprised after going mouth to mouth with Fran! It's worth it all the same!

Dad's only home at weekends, Tegan's still away on her course, so when I wander downstairs to tell Mum I get two versions of sympathy. Gaynor pats me on the head like she would a pet Spaniel.

"Sorry your not well kid but I won't kiss you if you don't mind. I'm staying the weekend with Mike and his parents and I can do without the flu."

Then she's out on her way to work.

Mum, with her sympathy, takes control instantly!

"You settle yourself on the couch love and let me sort things out for you. You won't be going to school today and we'll see if you're okay by Monday."

I sometimes wonder whether good mothers have super powers cos' she's back in an amazingly short time. Tucked under her arm is a folded duvet and in her hand a small cardboard box.

"Right love! I've stripped your bed and put clean sheets and pillow cases on then re-made it. If you want to go back to bed fine and if not here's a duvet and you can stay on the couch. I'll be back in a second!"

She's out into the kitchen and back in a flash with a glass in her hand. It's full of water and a pile of ice cubes clinking around in it as condensation forms on the outside.

"If your throat's sore drink the water while it's still cold. I've left the lemon flu powders in the kitchen so if you need one boil the kettle and make yourself one. When I get into work I'll phone your school and tell them you're down with the flu and I'll ring our health centre and see what they say about how to treat you. If you get really bad ring me at work and I can come home; otherwise I'll be home around six! Bye-bye love and you stay warm and get some rest!"

With that she pulls on her coat, kisses me, no fear of flu apparently, snatches her car keys, and she's gone out the house like a rocket. I cover myself with the duvet, after a drink of the lovely cold water, and drowse for a while. Then, about ten, there's a thump from the hall so I get up and wander out to collect our mail, sorting into four piles on the hall table. Dad's, Mum's, Gaynor's, and Tegan's, though none for me as I don't tend to get much snail mail. Most of what's arrived looks like either junk mail or bills so I'm not worried about me not getting any!

I'm only back on the couch five minutes when this time the doorbell rings; so wrapped in the duvet I trail out to the front door. When I open it Fran's standing there. She looks much better; in fact she looks absolutely stunning. On her head, beaded with melting snow, is one of those round, fur, Russian hats. She's wearing a leather coat with a fur collar that matches her hat; her hands are in leather gloves with matching fur trim around the cuffs. Her feet are shod with calve length boots that hug her shapely legs. Like an idiot I stand there gawping at her!

"Might I come in Corrina dear?"

I might be slow and a little sick but I'm not rude!

"Oh I am sorry Fran please do come in!"

She waits while I close the door and then follows me into our living room; placing her hat and gloves on the table she unbuttons her coat and lays that on the table as well. She not only looks stunning she looks five years younger than the last time I saw her.

"Is your mother home?"

Thank God she isn't flashes through my mind!

"No Fran she's at work and how did you know where I live? Oh and please do sit down."

She sits next to me and has that nice smile glowing on her face.

"You and I seem to have a thing about sofas don't we dear? As to knowing where you live, well I know you live in Maple Close and it's not that big, so I just knocked on doors and asked about you. An elderly lady pointed me here, she said "Oh young Corrina she's a lovely young thing", and gave me your house number. So here I am! I've just come from school, I dropped in to tell the headmistress I'll be back to work on Monday, and I'm here to bring you something."

Along with all that expensive leather she had a matching shoulder bag hung on her when she came in, and, reaching into it, she hands me a small cardboard box.

"Helen Jaeger wouldn't be happy if she knew I've only taken six capsules, doctor's orders are to complete the course, but I feel fine now so maybe you can use the other four. I dropped into our class and Jesse Webber told me you were off with flu and that's why I dropped in to see you. That and other reasons of course!"

Without her coat I can admire the dress she's wearing, black wool as soft as silk and with a low square neckline. It reveals the smooth swell of her upper breasts and flu or no flu I'm thinking of our time on that other sofa.

"Other reasons Fran?"

Her smile seems to fade away and right off I feel a pang of worry. My imagination fires up and I'm thinking she's decided we shouldn't have done what we did together. She'll tell me it was a one off and that's the end of it. My fears get stronger when she takes both my hands in hers and looks hard at me.

"I have to have a serious talk with you love. After you left I didn't sleep for hours and hours; I lay there on the sofa thinking about what we did and wondering if I'd made a huge mistake."

Here it comes! She gonna tell me it should never have happened and she's sorry but it'll never happen again. I bite my tongue and wait for the axe to fall!

"Corrina I'm fifty one and in ten years time, if I take care of myself, I'll maybe be one of those women people say "she's a fine looking woman for her age!" You'll be twenty three; you won't be engaged, married, or pregnant. You're a woman's girl and in ten years you'll be a woman's woman."

Here it comes, I'm too old for you, and I'll just be your friend and teacher from now on!

"In the early hours of the morning I made up my mind. If you want us to stay together then fine! I'll take it a day at a time and if you ever get tired of me then you just say so and we walk away from each other. No regrets and no bitterness!"

I don't give her a chance to say any more. I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me! I've a lump in my throat like a grapefruit from my stupid self pity and my idea she was gonna ditch me. With my face over her shoulder she can't see my face, so, to say something, while I'm stroking her silky hair, I tell her I love her hair. Something I'd not got round to telling her. Not a deathless line but good enough for now. She's patting my back as she speaks again.

"Why thank you dear it's nice to know I've got my good points!"

Then with the flood of relief I decide it's time to make the best of things.

"Fran there's only you and I home and nobody'll be home till six tonight. I want to have you in my bed and not on a sofa."

Still stoking my back while nuzzling my neck she produces another of those lovely little giggles.

"Oh love are you sure you feel well enough what with the flu and all?"

I can't really raise a giggle myself this time but I grab her hand to tow her into the hall, up the stairs, pausing only at the laundry room, and then into my room. My stop on the way was to collect one of the not really dirty sheets Mum took off my bed earlier. I know what we're going to do in a minute and I can't have Mum seeing strange stains on my bedding. Spreading the sheet over my bed I see Fran's calmly unbuttoning her dress and smiling at me.

"Smart thinking love! If we're going to be together we'll have to be very careful that nobody get's even a hint about us. Not even your Pammie and certainly not your parents!"

Oh we'll be careful but right now I just want to be naked and on the bed with Fran. Pulling the bedroom curtains nine tenths shut I skin out of the old briefs and tee shirt I was sleeping in. Naked I lounge back on the pillows to enjoy watching Fran undress. After getting out of that expensive dress she hangs it up safely on the hook on my bedroom door. Her bra and briefs are black satin and lace, so sexy this time, and I find out that she wears stockings not tights, held up with a suspender belt.

Sitting on the foot of my bed she unzips her boots, takes them off, and places them neatly side by side. Unhooking her bra, stepping out of her briefs, next she unhooks the stockings and carefully rolls them. The narrow suspender belt joins her lingerie on my bed and then she's with me, lips, tongue, and fingers, rousing me. Then her hot and smooth body covers mine and once more I forget everything except the fires rising deep inside my sopping depths. Soon my body convulses and my juices spurt while my cries of delight shake my room.

Later, but not much later, my mouth is burrowing between her wide spread thighs, my tongue finds her favourite place, and her body arches like a bow as her climax explodes through her. Her thighs locked on my head Fran savours another wild and wet eruption. As we lay there afterwards, snuggled together in contented silence, I think over what she said. A day, a week, or a month at a time, I really don't care. Ten years is too long a time to worry about. So I'm happy the way things are now and the future can take care of itself. Then something strikes me and this time I'm giggling out loud. Squeezing me tighter Fran wants to know what's hit my funny bone.

"Now what's so funny love?"

Choking back the giggles I manage to get it out.

"Fran this has to be the most enjoyable doses of flu we've both ever had!"

She hugs me hard, joins in the laughing, and I've got everything I want!