| Naughty Teacher Cheryl 2 On the event of my 100th story for LL, I'm revisiting some old friends. The yummy Ms. Taggert and everyone else seemed to like Part One – so on I go with another chapter. Cheryl offered a few suggestions and I plan to use them – but naughty girl that I am, I've added my own unique twists. ~~ Lix, Jen Cheryl Tanner enjoyed being a teacher of English literature. She very much enjoyed teaching; it was part of her passion. Few knew the reason the lovely, 30-year old blonde enjoyed her vocation so very much. It certainly wasn't teaching some of the dull lessons over and over again. It was the lovely students that came to her class, some of them hoping to get easy grades. Those were the ones that seemed to hone in on Cheryl's vibe and within a few weeks, those little lovelies were the ones that sat in the front row, hoping to attract Cheryl's attention. Cheryl didn't believe that she gave off the vibe of being interested in women, but Jane set her straight on that. "Baby, I knew you liked girls the very day we met, you just gave off that vibe," Jane told her wife. She and Cheryl had been together for a bit over ten years and had an unusual relationship. Jane had constant issues with fidelity. Cheryl knew the beautiful redhead adored her but she was always looking at other girls, pretty girls, younger girls. After she caught Jane cheating on her more than once, Cheryl decided if Jane could have her little assignations, so too, could she. She had already slept with a few of her students and enjoyed their lissome young bodies to the fullest. The last one had been beautiful Sophia, a recent arrival from Scotland who had the loveliest voice and a passion for English. She had just gotten lost in transition from her old school to her new one. Cheryl had offered to make things easier for the young lovely and after plying her with a few glasses of very good Merlot, she was able to transition the beautiful lovely into her bed. Sophia was completely responsive to the older woman's advances and proved to be a quick study, both in English and in the ways of lesbianism. In fact, Cheryl discovered the young teen had been with women before. After seeing Sophia leave their home, Jane soon found out about her lover's little fling and they both decided that whenever they were apart, anything was fine. From that day forward, their marriage was even sturdier and their sex life took a quantum leap into the realm of kinky. Jane and her wife were on the lookout for pretty young things that they could share – they wanted to swap. Sadly, a family member was ill and Sophia's family had to return to Scotland for a few months. Jane already had her candidate, although she would not reveal any important details. Cheryl was chomping at the bit for her next kinky adventure, but she had to play it safe and find a young lovely she could be certain would be able to maintain discretion. When Celeste Moone arrived the first day of the new term, Cheryl was sure that she had found her. The beautiful fifteen-year old did not dress like any of Cheryl's regular students. Most tended to wear jeans, blouses or shirts. Some, hoping to entice the teachers into giving them better grades, flashed some skin in low-cut blouses and tight mini-skirts, leather pants and high heels. Some were even more overt. Not Celeste. Celeste showed up the first day in a very lovely dress that likely cost a few dollars more than Cheryl earned in an entire week. Her heels were Jimmy Choos and she wore expensive jewelry on her neck, ears and wrists. She gave the illusion of being tall, but was likely no more than 5'6". Her eyes seemed to imply both sensuality and a keen mind. She was a lovely young woman with a soft voice and Cheryl dearly hoped that she had found her candidate for her next little fling. Jane was going out of town in a week. She hoped that would give her enough time to find out if lovely Celeste was "their" kind of girl. If she was, there wasn't a shred of doubt in her mind that Jane would flip over the lovely, green-eyed brunette. Even if Celeste wasn't willing to have a little foursome, she gave off the vibe of being interested in some intimate love play with the lovely teacher. Cheryl now knew exactly what Jane had meant all that time ago when she spoke of a "vibe" because Celeste's was so strong that she could almost reach out and touch it. Celeste was the kind of girl that did not speak until she was spoken to or unless she had something valid to say. Cheryl kept a very careful eye on the young woman and noticed that she seemed to be taking meticulous notes. As sexy as she seemed, it also seemed that Celeste had a very facile mind and was intent on doing well in her studies. That worried Cheryl a bit; the lovely blonde hoped that she wasn't too focused on academics so that she wasn't available for some fun and games. Not since the day she met Jane had she wanted to sleep with someone so desperately. Not even gorgeous Sophia had made Cheryl's pussy hum the way Celeste did and they had barely said twenty words to one another. Cheryl had no idea that situation was about to change in a big way. On Friday after class, Celeste approached the sexy blonde teacher. Cheryl was planning on going home, making dinner, having a few glasses of wine and waiting for Jane to arrive home from work. Her wife was working late. Cheryl's libido had been high all week and she wanted to get out a strap-on and fuck the holy hell out of Jane for most of the night. Her plans were to spend the weekend screwing Jane as often as the redhead would let her before Jane left for her business trip on Monday morning. Then, Cheryl planned to redouble her efforts to get gorgeous Celeste into her bedroom. Now, it looked as if those efforts might not be necessary after all. Celeste was dressed as stylishly as ever, a navy skirt that was short and showed a nice amount of slender legs, a silk blouse and her customary heels. Cheryl wondered if the pretty girl might not have a small hang-up about being petite, but Cheryl found her totally adorable. "Miss Tanner, I was wondering if there was anything I could do to bring my grades up?" Celeste asked her instructor. The question took Cheryl a bit by surprise, as the girl's grades were quite a bit above the norm of her classmates. "I'd like to graduate with a scholarship, if it's at all possible and as much as I love this class, I seem to be falling a bit behind what I consider acceptable grades," she said, speaking honestly and sincerely. "I can't honestly say I've seen any problems with your work, you're head and shoulders above most of the class," Cheryl admitted to the lovely young student. "However, if you'd like to join me for a much-needed cup of coffee, I'm sure we can put our heads together and come up with a plan that might garner you some much-needed extra marks." Cheryl would have been quite willing to bump the girl's grades up a few notches after they had a little fun, but she sensed the girl wanted to earn them on her own merits. Still, she was getting that vibe that the pretty brunette found her attractive and would succumb with just the gentlest of a nudge. Cheryl wracked her brain for a way to combine the two things and as they made their way to the coffee shop, she thought she just might have it. They sat down and the pretty waitress came over to serve them both. Cheryl smiled and winked at Grace, she had bedded the pretty girl on a few previous occasions when Jane was out of town. She was pretty sure that Grace knew the score. She ordered a latte for herself while Celeste ordered a large cup of dark roast coffee. Celeste sat across from Cheryl with a huge, warm smile and a large part of the blonde teacher wanted to make a pass at her right there and then. She knew she had to play it cool and keep her confidence. She was the one holding the cards here, she possessed something that the young woman wanted and while she was willing to give it to her, this would take some careful manipulation on her part. "I think I have an idea," she said to Celeste as she sipped her latte. "One area that I will say I find your work lacking is in your essays." "Really?" The girl said, looking a bit surprised. "I'm surprised by that because I always do tons of research and I always turn them in on time – usually, ahead of time." "That might be your problem darling, you need to slow down a bit," Cheryl told the young woman. "Your essays are indeed well-researched and technically proficient, but they lack passion. They're far too clinical, they seem to read like you're just regurgitating information and not taking the time to appreciate what it is you've read," she said to Celeste, being truthful. The girl looked at her and nodded, seemingly appreciative of the honest criticism. Cheryl was honestly curious about just how far the lovely student would go to achieve better grades. "I am free next Monday night," she told Celeste. "If you're available to come to my home, I have some past essays of my own and of some students that I could show you as examples. I think once you see what it is I'm getting at, you'll be able to write with more passion than you ever believed possible. Unless your boyfriend might object …?" Celeste grabbed her teacher's hand; it was the most overt move she had made so far. "I will do anything to improve my grades," she told the leggy blonde Cheryl. "No, there's no boyfriend to object to anything. My education is very important to me, all of my family are professionals and I'm expected to follow in their footsteps." Cheryl smiled a secretive smile. Once she had the lovely teen at her home and in her clutches, she was confident that everything would fall into place. She finished her latte and wrote down her address for Celeste. "My time is valuable, so I do appreciate punctuality," she insisted. The young brunette nodded and promised that she would be on time. There was no doubt in Cheryl's mind that she would be. She was fairly certain that Celeste sensed there would be more to the evening that lessons and essay reviews. When Jane got home that night, after she grabbed a quick bite to eat and a glass of wine, Cheryl practically dragged her to their bedroom and attacked her. She got out her strap-on, which she liked to use more than have used, and screwed the younger redhead into the bedsprings. The entire weekend was spent in a medley of kinky, heated sex between the two lesbians that ended late Sunday evening. Cheryl could easily have kept going but Jane had an early flight and needed to rest. Cheryl herself had Monday off and decided she would spend most of the day prepping for Celeste's visit. The girl wouldn't be able to escape once Cheryl baited her trap. Part of the bait would be the alluring blonde herself. She dressed herself in a manner just a bit less conservative than she would have worn in front of her classes. Her blouse dipped a bit lower in front and she wore her skirt a bit higher above the knee. She was going to display a goodly amount of leg and those would be shown in silk hosiery. As Celeste seemed to like shoes, she brought out the stylish pair of Louis Vuttons Jane had given her for Christmas and put those on. Victoria's Secret undergarments were on her body underneath her clothing and she perfumed herself just enough to add a dash of allure. If Celeste truly did like girls, she would easily succumb to Cheryl's wiles. At 7 PM on the dot, Celeste arrived with a small bouquet of roses for her hostess. Cheryl thought that looked like a good sign. "To thank you for any small help you can give me," Celeste said to Cheryl. She allowed her instructor to give her a small, thank-you peck on the cheek, another good sign, Cheryl thought to herself. She put the flowers in water and brought out some of the essays she had saved over the years. A few of them were written about novels that bordered on erotica and some of the young ladies in Cheryl's classes over the years had written very nice passages. If one read between the lines, one could easily see the abundant flirtation to be found there. Cheryl's own essays had contained hints of her attraction to her own mentor, the beautiful Belinda Roberts. It had been Belinda who had assured a young, insecure Cheryl that her desires for other women were not unnatural. Cheryl had passed those lessons on to several of her own pupils over the years. Looking at Celeste, she wondered perhaps, if their own thoughts were not running along parallel lines? The girl was in a leather mini, not something she would normally have worn to class. The heels were stilettos and her blouse was gauzy and Cheryl could make out the girl's lingerie. She also sat close to Cheryl and seemed to hang on her every word. Was she just interested in grades or would a little extra-curricular fun be available this evening? "Would you like some wine?" Cheryl offered the girl. "I normally have a glass this time of night, I find it stimulates my thinking," she said to Celeste. Her thinking wasn't all it stimulated, but why tip her hand so early in the game? "I probably shouldn't, I'm not really old enough and I need to keep my head in the game," Celeste answered. Cheryl wasn't going to allow her to dwell too much on the lessons; she had a game of her own in mind. "Oh dear, you're doing just fine," Cheryl insisted. "You've been paying close attention and soaking it in like a sponge. Don't worry if you're not old enough to drink, I promise not to tell anyone. What's a few years, anyway?" Celeste nodded and allowed herself to be talked into a nice glass of Merlot. Cheryl sat down beside her and sat closer. She rested her arm behind the girl, on top of the couch. So near and still a bit further away then she wanted to be! "Your essays are wonderful, Miss Tanner," Celeste said as she read through the works Cheryl had written in her younger days. "I can see now what you meant by passion, they're almost sexy," she giggled. "Thank you dear and it's Mrs. Tanner, although not many know that," Cheryl said to her student. "Are you enjoying the wine?" The girl nodded. "It's lovely. I didn't know you were married," she said, sounding almost disappointed. "I've never seen a Mr. Tanner." "There isn't one, I'm married to a woman," Cheryl said, surprising the young brunette. "She's away on business tonight. I don't advertise the fact that I love women, it might prove detrimental to my career." "I completely understand and I will respect your privacy," Celeste said to Cheryl. "I can easily see why a woman would be attracted to you, you're gorgeous and intelligent." "Thank you and don't think you don't have your own share of admirers," Cheryl returned the compliment. "I've seen several of the young men in my class checking you out." Celeste made a small sound of annoyance. "I can't really be bothered to care, guys are such a waste of time. I usually spend my time with my girlfriends, there's a lot less hassle." Cheryl decided to risk it. "Are you telling me that your lovers up until this point have all been women?" She questioned. Celeste fidgeted a bit. "There haven't really been any lovers as yet," she admitted. "I've kissed a few of my girlfriends and we've made out at parties, but not much beyond that," she answered. "I'm attracted to women but I wouldn't want that getting around because then you get a reputation." "I can keep a secret," Cheryl grinned as she put her glass down. "Would you like to experience your first lover? I'm very attracted to you and I'd be very willing to show you what it's like with a woman. I can be discreet and if you're worried about my wife, don't be. Jane and I do our own thing when we're apart. I have a lovely, large bed upstairs and it's still early, we could have a lot of fun together." Celeste put down her glass and turned to the lovely blonde. "I think I'd be crazy to turn you down and as you may have noticed, I'm not crazy." She allowed Cheryl to draw her close for a kiss. The girl might not have had full-on sex with a woman before, but she did know how to kiss one. The two beauties melted into one another and the slightly taller blonde helped Celeste to her feet. "I love that dress you're wearing, but it will look so much better at the foot of my bed," Cheryl teased her student. Celeste giggled. "I'll admit, I wore it hoping you'd notice me," Celeste smiled. "I was planning to flirt with you and have a little fun, then go home and fantasize about the two of us." "Isn't that nice, now you don't have to fantasize," Cheryl grinned as they walked upstairs. She knew that a naked Celeste would not be a disappointment, but like a beautiful flower just waiting to open. "I don't really know what to do," Celeste admitted. "Are you going to show me? Cheryl nodded. "I've been with several women, my lovely, and most of them pick up on it fairly fast. Loving a woman is simple, do what it is you wish done to you. We're all about foreplay and tender sex, not that we can't get raunchy when we want to be. Why don't you start by undressing me and seeing what I look like under these clothes?" "I almost hate to do that," Celeste said as she neared her teacher. "The clothes you're wearing are so sexy, I wondered if perhaps you were going out after our appointment. Knowing you wore them for me – you did, didn't you – makes me hot," she breathed as she helped remove Cheryl's blouse. She gasped as she saw the lovely, feminine lingerie Cheryl was wearing. "I never imagined anyone could look so fucking sexy," she said, letting her language slip a bit in her passion. "I am very much a girl's girl," Cheryl said to her as their lips met for a second kiss. This time, there was no hesitation in the kiss. This one was strong and confident and two eager tongues met and twisted and tangled. When their lips parted, Cheryl was nearly breathless from the girl's ardent desire. She let her skirt drop to the floor and saw how delighted Celeste was with her tiny thong and stockings with heels. "I used to steal my mother's Victoria's Secret catalogs and fantasize about women who looked like you," Celeste sighed. "I would think of all the things I wanted to do and hoped someday I would find a girlfriend who would let me do them. You looked just as if you stepped out of the pages of one of those magazines," the young brunette breathed. The lovely teacher was as susceptible to flattery as any woman and smiled as she neared Celeste once again. "You're certainly sounding a lot more passionate now," she teased the girl, stroking her cheek and brushing stray brown curls from her face. "You're the kind of pretty girl men and women will fantasize about and fawn over. I'm just thrilled that I get to be the first woman that beds you," she said to a very pleased Celeste. "My mother says that a beautiful woman can do whatever she wants in this world, but a woman who is beautiful and smart goes even further," Celeste murmured as Cheryl nuzzled her neck. "As my mom made her first million before she even married my father, I tend to listen to her advice. God Mrs. Tanner, don't stop kissing me there, it really feels good," the girl sighed. "In this room, my little bitch, you can call me Cheryl," the teacher said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "I hope I don't have to remind you of the need for discretion?" "Oh no, of course not," Celeste said as she sat down as close to Cheryl as she possibly could. "I'm just thrilled to be here with you, like this. What should we do next? Teach me, I want to learn it all!" Cheryl was willing to teach everything she could think of to the lovely brunette. She instructed the girl to get on her back on the bed and she removed most of the girl's pretty lingerie. "You could model for Victoria's Secret yourself," she said as she ran her hand up Celeste's lovely leg. "You're just yummy from head to toe." "My girlfriends are always telling me I'm sexy," Celeste sighed as Cheryl started to touch her with lust. "I'm not sure whether or not to believe them or just assume they're trying to get into my panties," she giggled. "Why not both?" Cheryl laughed. "Take my word for it bitch, you're fucking sexy. Let me prove it to you." Cheryl began to move up and down the girl's lovely legs, and then she zeroed in on her intended target. She pulled Celeste's skimpy panties to one side and began to lick the dainty, shaved pussy. Obviously, the girl was very sensitive down there because the pretty teen began to howl in delight almost immediately. She didn't seem to be saying much of anything that was coherent, but Cheryl got the message nonetheless. "FUCK, oh dear fucking GOD!" Celeste howled as her favorite teacher ate her pussy. None of her fantasies could ever have matched the reality. She watched the blonde head moving noisily between her slender thighs and wanted to push Cheryl even further into her pussy. She thought that might be a bit presumptuous yet, as she was the student, and Cheryl, the teacher. She promised herself if they did this again, she would allow herself to be even wilder. She wanted to learn as much as she could and return Cheryl's attentions as soon as possible. The blonde teacher could have spent the entirety of her evening between Celeste's legs, lapping one of the sweetest cunts she had ever tasted. She didn't know what it was about young girls that made them so appealing, but Celeste had it, in spades. She came up from between the girl's legs and slid her fingers into the girl's cunt. Celeste groaned and bucked against the fingers that were now fucking her pussy. A loud groan followed by an even louder wail signaled her orgasm. Cheryl wanted to show the girl that nothing in sex should be forbidden. She slid her fingers out of Celeste's pussy and into the girl's mouth. She didn't know if Celeste had ever tasted herself before or not, but she sucked her juices from Cheryl's fingers with an eager glee. "Oh God," Celeste sighed as her body still trembled. "I've never felt anything that good before, not EVER! Even when I made myself cum, it wasn't that strong a sensation." "When you learn all the hot spots, it only gets better," Cheryl smiled. "You'll see. Next thing we should do is have you try to pleasure me. While there are no wrong moves, I should tell you it's better to be gentle at first and then watch for cues from your lover. Some women like it gentle and some like it really crazy. My wife likes to tear up the sheets when she gets going. There are lots of subtle clues to pick up on, just watch for them," she told the girl before getting on her back. She was so thrilled to be with Celeste that she knew it wouldn't take long to get her to a peak of pleasure, but why not give the girl something to strive for? Cheryl wasn't sure what the "kissing" Celeste had been a part of entailed, but she sure had a talented mouth. The gorgeous blonde was trembling with delight as the girls worked her way up her thighs and to her midriff. Celeste seemed to be intent on exploring Cheryl's body with her hands as well as her lips, so Cheryl just lay back and let the girl do her work. She liked the fact that Celeste wasn't rushing their play and so, the only verbal cues she gave her student were gasps and little mewls of pleasure. The intelligent young woman seemed to pick up very nicely on those. Celeste was having the time of her life with her gorgeous blonde teacher. It thrilled her enormously that she was giving the woman such pleasure. Now she plunked down her mouth and tongue on Cheryl's body and began to taste the perfumed skin. She touched and explored Cheryl and heard the teacher gasp and cry out for more. With Cheryl's pussy so close to her mouth, she wasted no further time. She got Cheryl's panties off of her and ate her pussy with skill even she did not know she possessed. Celeste supposed that she must have done something right, because she knew the signs of an orgasm when she saw one. Cheryl moved her body so that she could entwine it with her student's. "You're a quick study," she chuckled as they kissed and touched each other. "Soon enough, we'll do a sixty-nine and then, I'll probably have to say goodnight. It's getting late and we both have an early class in the morning," she smiled. In the ages-old position, Celeste picked up on everything Cheryl did and reciprocated. Cheryl was almost incredulous at how someone so petite could be so powerful in the act of sex. Her thighs were very strong and held Cheryl in place, not that she wanted to go anywhere. Had they not both an early class, she would have kept Celeste for a few more hours and shown her some other tricks. Another time was in the offing … and soon. The very next morning, she arrived to class about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. Normally she arrived 30 minutes early, but she'd stopped on the way and had a very much-needed cup of strong coffee. As the students milled in, she noticed Celeste and nodded in her student's direction. Giving no strong indication anything had happened between them, the girl nodded back. It was obvious that the girl knew how to keep a secret and that was a good omen for future encounters. The next assignment the girl turned in a few weeks later was magnificent and she got a much-deserved A+ on it. Anyone reading the essay would see that Celeste had obviously found her passion. Of course, her lovely teacher knew that from personal experience. |