Unexpected, Part 1

by Jericho

Please comment with feedback, let me know if you would like more. This is my first attempt at this type of story so please, please, please comment with support, criticism, or other comments so that I may forge an ever improving tale for your enjoyment. -Jericho

All persons portrayed in this tale are a figment of my imagination and thereby implicitly fictional. The creation and consumption of this tale should be for enjoyment only and serve no other purpose beyond.

Kelsey Smith sat in the front row of her class. Young, beautiful, innocent, and shy. A blooming shoot in a field of budding flowers. Only twelve and yet her body had developed into a feminine shape which would take her anywhere she wanted to be as she went through life. A brilliant young thinker, with long hair, equally long legs, and glasses which drew attention to her sparkling blue eyes; an engaging almost luminescent blue. Slightly crooked teeth which were currently housed in shiny new braces, and a smile of pure joy which never failed to reach her eyes. Ms. Johnson couldn't tell exactly what it was about Kelsey that caused her to stand out, surely there were more beautiful girls in her class, definitely sluttier ones, along with ones who were as plain as could be possible. Still, day after day, this twenty-two year old woman found it increasingly more difficult to tear her eyes from this young goddess and focus on the tasks at hand. To her, Kelsey was stunning, breathtakingly gorgeous, a sight that could sustain her all by itself.

Along with her engaging eyes and charming smile, Kelsey also possessed a plump bottom (not large just proof of an athletic lifestyle), a budding chest, long legs which had since lost their knobby-ness, and beautiful strawberry blonde hair which swished seductively below the small of her back. Her voice was small and sweet, those who had the pleasure of hearing her sing could not describe the range of her talents or the emotions it instilled within them. They would stand by in stunned silence as this beautiful young woman created a sound so astounding as to be haunting.

Ms. Johnson had so far been unable to come to terms with her emerging feelings for this young girl. Thus far in life she had never felt attracted to another female even going so far as to feel disgusted by the thought of it. When it came to Kelsey however, she found herself envisioning events that were not only desirable to her but often left her wanting and burning with desire. She had tried to rationalize her feelings as something else; a desire for returned innocence, maybe even becoming turned on by the power she possessed over this young girl but in the end all arguments fell short of an acceptable reason for her desires. It didn't help that the girls were compelled by the school's dress code to wear skirts which, while kneed length when standing, could become bunched up exposing what lie beneath while seated. Often it was the case that another girl in the class would become disheveled in the process of swinging their legs or fidgeting during a lesson but these events went almost un-noticed by the young teacher. Today was a different situation all together.

Ms. Johnson had just given the class an assignment to be completed by the end of the hour and had returned to her desk to complete some of her paperwork. She had removed her glasses to massage the bridge of her nose in frustration and upon returning the spectacles to their proper position she glimpsed a sight which literally stole the breath from her lungs. Young Kelsey sitting with her legs propped on the wiry basket beneath her desk had fidgeted into a position which revealed her lack of underwear. Ms. Johnson had by some miracle event been granted a direct line of sight to the young girl's developing sex. Hairless, tight, a perfectly formed line that divided her in the most succulent manner. Her innocence mingled with this blatant, albeit unaware display, had transformed Kelsey into the physical embodiment of desire. Ms. Johnson could not take her eyes off the sight before her and all too soon she felt the familiar tingle between her thighs as her fingers, seemingly of their own volition, caressed her most delicate of features. Her clit sang as she neared an unexpected release but a cough from another student caused her to pause in her ministrations resulting in the frustration of a fading un-achieved climax. She looked around to see if anyone had caught her during her revelry, all eyes were upon their work but she could not shake the feeling that she had been caught.

Kelsey had made vast progress on the simple assignment in a minuscule amount of time. Working to her full ability she could have completed the assignment in a matter of minutes but lately she had found herself distracted as worked to become accustomed to her developing body. Though naive, she was no stranger to the satisfaction that she could bring herself but lately she had become more daring. When she was younger she would play with herself quietly, shyly climaxing, always clothed, covered, and locked away from discovery. Lately, she found a thrill in stripping all the way down, taking her time, spreading herself wide, and leaving a possibility of detection. The thrill of being caught made her feel naughty and that feeling only served to intensify her orgasm; sometimes so much so that she would unintentionally moan or squeal loudly. She had not been caught so far but the knowledge that it was a possibility was still there. Still, she felt that she was searching for something, something her body was trying desperately to tell her but which she was currently unable to understand. Today her focus was being disturbed because she had been forced by certain circumstances to remove her underwear and the resulting breeze which flowed across her exposed parts filled her with fire. Never before had she done anything like this, she wouldn't have done it today if she had any other option but now, sitting in a room with thirty or so other students plus one teacher who could discover her lack of clothing at any moment made her feel embarrassed, sexy, and hot all at the same time. She could already feel herself dripping onto the warm plastic seat. She longed to touch herself, to relieve the need before it devoured her from within. She intended to look around the room to determine if she would be caught when she noticed a peculiar look on Ms. Johnson's face. Her eyes were closed, her glasses at the edge of her nose, her mouth was slightly parted, and there was a barely noticeable twitch to her right arm. She looked so peaceful, so alive, so ...sexy. For some reason Kelsey felt herself become more turned on and she came to the conclusion that her teacher must be touching herself. She knew that this could not be the case but the thought that a woman like Ms. Johnson could do something like that in a public setting was almost too much. Kelsey felt her throat go dry with desire, she tried to breath but the air caught in her throat resulting in an un-intended cough. As the sound broke through her lips she quickly returned her gaze to her paper and continued to work without looking up. She could feel the desire coursing through her young body and she was certain that if she took her mind off her work for even a moment the desire would prove too great and she would not be able to control her own actions.

Since the cough, Ms. Johnson had controlled her hands, if not her urges, but the situation with young Kelsey had become more interesting. She noticed that the young girl was clenching her thighs together and spreading them, clenching and spreading, and with each cycle her skirt rose higher and revealed more. After a few moments the fabric had ridden high enough that the teacher could see Kelsey's young lips spread as her legs came apart, she even though she could see her moisture glistening on her tender thighs. Ms. Johnson's breathing increased and her heart began to pound in her chest. The seconds flew by and though she begged and prayed for the young goddess to look up and meet her gaze for even a moment; Kelsey's attention remained steadfastly focused on her work. All-too-soon the bell for the next class rang and the students rose from their seats, turned in their work, and exited the room for their next lesson. Kelsey usually took the longest to get her things together and exit the room so Ms. Johnson had a small opening to have a word with this tempting creature. She told herself that she wanted to find out if the girl was forced to go without panties but she knew in her heart that she didn't want anyone else to see the treasure she had been allowed to glimpse. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the blood rush to her face as she gathered her courage to have this conversation. "Kelsey Smith, please stay after for just a moment I would like to speak with you about your exceptional progress in this class." She could barely hear her own voice as she called to the girl and she knew when she had the opportunity that she would have to clean herself up. She had become a veritable faucet of arousal and her panties were virtually soaked with her juice.

"Yes, Ms. Johnson." Kelsey looked up making eye-contact with her teacher. The girl could feel the charge between them as their eyes locked and the spark shot straight to her groin. She shuddered slightly as her whole body tingled with anticipation.

When the rest of the class had filed out of the room Ms. Johnson moved from her desk to a desk next to Kelsey. During the transfer from one desk to another, Kelsey was able to truly admire Ms. Johnson for the amazing woman she was; long brown hair pulled into a bun, perky breasts which were neither large nor small (what some might call high B, low C cup, though Kelsey was not yet familiar with those terms), a flat stomach, wide hips, and long legs which ended in immaculate feet currently adorned with luscious designer high-heels. She wore a deep red blouse, a black business skirt which fell to her knees, and socks which ran from her toes to disappear under her skirt well onto her thighs. Kelsey fidgeted some more. As she sat down Kelsey was better able to admire her finer features. The way her glasses framed her eyes, square frames instead of the normal oval which brought out the gold flecks in her bright green eyes. A small, straight nose above lips painted red with gloss. The symmetry of her face, the way she held her head, as well as the height of her cheekbones made Ms. Johnson to look perfect to the eyes of her young pupil. The twelve year old fidgeted some more, pressing her legs firmly together.

"Kelsey, I do not think I need to tell you how wonderful you are doing in this class. Your behavior is exemplary, your marks are the highest in the school, and you are always respectful and truly a delight to have in class."

"Thank you, Ms. Johnson. I always want to do my best and it makes me happy to have someone tell me that I am achieving my goals."

Ms. Johnson smiled, she loved hearing Kelsey speak. "Well Kelsey, the reason I asked you to stay after class is to discuss something that I noticed during class."

Kelsey's blood ran hot, her face began to turn red and she both dreaded and delighted in what may follow.

"Kelsey, I ...I...I don't know how to say this other than to be blunt so I will just out with it. Kelsey, when you were seated today......well......you were kind of fidgeting.......and......and........"

Kelsey was tingling all over. Her body was tensing and releasing of its own volition, her stomach doing summersaults within her causing her to feel as if millions of butterflies were dancing within her.

"In the course of your fidgeting..... well your skirt rode a bit up your legs...... and though I wasn't looking....." Ms. Johnson could not stop stammering, she knew what she wanted to say but she was filled with mixed feelings as she fought off her own arousal at discussing what she saw during class. Her own slit was dripping constantly now and she was certain that she would explode with desire if she didn't free herself of this girl's company soon. "Kelsey......what I'm trying to say....what I'm trying to ask.......what it is that I saw....... Kelsey, whathappenedtoyourpanties?" Breathing fast, the last few words coming out as a single sound she flushed completely red. She looked up to see that Kelsey was tense, her body shaking, tears forming in her eyes. Her cheeks were stained a deep red by her embarrassment.

For months, Kelsey had lived on the edge, thrilling in the thought of being caught and now that she had, now that she had been confronted it was more than her body or her mind could handle. The moment her teacher uttered that final sound Kelsey's tiny form had given way to an intense orgasm which ripped through her frame with never before experienced intensity. In the aftermath she was drained, embarrassed, more than embarrassed she was ashamed at being caught in her state of undress, and she was terrified that she was going to get in trouble. Before the tears could fall, however, she felt a warm hand on her cheek wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked up to see her teacher smiling at her and before Kelsey knew what her body was doing she felt herself lean forward and kiss her teacher on the lips. She pulled back quickly feeling as they broke contact the slight pull of the sticky gloss connecting her lips to her teacher's. What was happening to her, she thought, it seemed as if she could no longer control her own actions. Before her teacher could process what had just transpired, Kelsey dropped to her knees and began to beg and plead. "Please Ms. Johnson, please don't tell my parents, please I'm sorry I won't let it happen again, I'm so sorry I kissed you I have no clue what is going on. I don't know what is happening, just please, please don't be mad at me, I want so badly to do well and I'm just dealing with all these confusing things that I don't understand."

Ms. Johnson was stunned. She had barely heard what the girl was saying. The kiss had sent tingles down her spine, tingles that were or a far greater magnitude than such an innocent kiss should have elicited. Her body shook, her stomach flipped, and she could only just resist the urge to devour her student. This girl is dealing with things she can't understand, join the crowd, thought Ms. Johnson.

"Kelsey, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm not going to tell anyone anything I simply want to talk to you, that's all. I do, however, feel that this conversation may take some time so I need to make a call to your next teacher to let her know that I am holding you back for a conversation. What class do you have next?"

Kelsey did not look up, could not look up. "Choir." Kelsey spoke only the one word and it emerged as a choked sob from her tiny mouth. Ms. Johnson picked up the phone on her desk, punched several numbers, and waited. Kelsey listened to the professional exchange which passed smoothly enough and soon she could sense that Ms. Johnson was once again seated beside her.

"Kelsey....," Ms. Johnson prompted softly. "Kelsey, look at me sweetie, I'm not mad. Look up. There you go, now, let's try this just one thing at a time ok. Look I'm going to take off my heels here so that this can just be us girls talking, how is that?" Her heels fells with a clunk to the floor. "Ah, that feels better." Kelsey looked down and could see her teachers sock clad feet flexing and relaxing. "Now, while my shoes are off, can I just be Anna to you? We will talk about whatever you want and it will stay between us girls, ok?" Ms. Johnson waited for the girl to decide and when she slowly nodded her head up and down she smiled shyly, sniffling slightly. "So, this arrangement will work with you?"

"Yes, Ms. Johnson."

"Now Kelsey, what was our agreement."

"Yes.....Anna." She smiled as she said it and once more Anna felt disarmed by the beauty of that smile.

"There you go, you are too beautiful not to smile." The girl's smile deepened. "Now, Kelsey, if you will, I would still like to solve the mystery of what happened to your panties."

Kelsey's smile faltered. "I had to take them off."

"Well, will you tell me the reason you had to take them off?"

"They....they....they got wet." Kelsey's blush had returned but her tears did not.

"Well, .....do you know how they got wet?" Anna felt aroused by the question but guarded herself against the feelings. She wanted to remain nonchalant about the conversation shooting for a feeling of two girlfriends chatting after a day at work.

Kelsey looked down.

"Well, can you keep a secret between us girls?"

Kelsey looked up, a shy smile on her face. Eagerly, she nodded affirmative.

"Sometimes my panties get wet and I have to take them off too. It happens to us girls some times." She couldn't believe she was sharing this with her student! Her own cheeks were burning with a fierce blush but she tried to keep the atmosphere light.

"Well, umm....well why do your panties get wet?"

The tension had returned, heavy, heady, a feeling of anticipation and arousal hung in the air. How she answered this girl's questions would shape how their relationship continued beyond today. "Well, there are a number of reasons. Sometimes you can have an accident, sometimes you can spill stuff, and then there are.... natural reasons, things your body does when it is aroused. Does that make sense?"

Kelsey watched as her teacher fidgeted around the word aroused and smiled. She loved looking at her teacher, at Anna, this way; being this close was a nice change.

"So what were the circumstances that caused you to remove your underwear?" Anna prompted again.

"Well, I, I had an accident...kind of."

"What does kind of mean?"

"Well, I, ....I, I like how it feels to hold it in as long as possible." Blushing again, Anna could not resist that blush, it just seemed so perfect upon Kelsey's face.

"Hold what in?"

"When I hold in my pee until I can't anymore. I feel kind of....funny.... like tingly when I do it." Kelsey was smiling at her revelation. She had never told anyone about the games she liked to play and being able to tell someone so gorgeous about it and have them not judge or be angry at her was nice.

"So, you just held it too long and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time?" Anna asked.

"No. I made it to the bathroom in time......" Kelsey began before looking away.

Anna could sense that the girl was embarrassed and might need a little encouragement to finish her story. "Kelsey, did you know that sometimes adults do things they know they shouldn't because they enjoy the feeling they get from not being perfect all the time?" Kelsey looked up. "You are an exemplary student, you are very respectful, I'm sure that even you like a break from being an angel and occasionally do something that you feel might be a bit naughty now and then..." Kelsey nodded. "Well, my shoes are still off so would you tell me?"

"Well, I made it to the bathroom in plenty of time but something in me just wanted to do something crazy. I couldn't think of what to do, several thoughts came to mind, but for some reason......well I wanted to do something I hadn't done before, but I was afraid of being caught...... and well I couldn't think of a way..... but then......." Anna couldn't help but smile widely as the girl stammered through her story she was soo cute when she was embarrassed. "Well, ..... I don't know how to tell you."

"Oh, well, just tell me like you would tell your best friend. Can I be your best friend when my shoes are off? I would really like that."

"I would love it if you would be my best friend!" Kelsey was soo excited at the thought she even bounced a little in her seat. "Okay," she began, looking conspiratorially around the room for eavesdroppers who did not exist before continuing. As she spoke she put her hand up to her mouth cupping the side of her face to prevent her lips from being read. "I wanted to pee but I wanted to do it somewhere other than the toilet. So I decided I would do it in the sink, but I didn't want to be caught naked on the sink so I left my panties on and just peed through them." She giggled, a lilting noise that caused Anna to laugh as well.

"And how did it feel to do that?"

"It felt really naughty at the time, really exciting, but after.....after I felt like I had been a bad girl so I took my panties off and washed them and put them away." She looked down again.

"Well, I can tell you, Miss Kelsey, that you are not a bad girl and that what you did is perfectly normal. I even envy you of your courage to do what you wanted." Kelsey beamed. She loved being praised, something that did not happen very often for her, and she loved that her friend Anna was the one praising her.

"Have you ever done anything like that?" Kelsey asked.

"No, but I just might have to some time, it sounds like fun." She had finally gotten Kelsey to open up and now that she had, she wanted to get to know a little more about the girl.

"It was. Do you think you would have the courage to do it?" "I don't know, I might if I thought I wouldn't get caught, or if I had someone do it with me." Before she had realized what she was saying it was out of her mouth. She shouldn't tempt this girl, but if it turned out to be just a bit of harmless fun then it wasn't too bad she guessed.

"Well....I would do it with you if you needed someone. You just have to make sure your shoes are off."

"My shoes?"

"Well, yeah. I could do something like that with my best friend Anna but I couldn't do it with Ms. Johnson."

"It startled her at how perceptive the girl could be. She had quickly absorbed the distinction between a professional relationship and a friendship and had accepted the proscribed terms for the distinction: the removal of her shoes.

"Ok, well I will remember to take off my shoes then." She smiled at Kelsey who reciprocated with all the joy she could muster.

"Ok Kelsey, so you said that you are going through some things that you don't understand. Would you be comfortable talking to me about them? Maybe I can help you understand a little better, would that be ok?"

Kelsey thought about it for a moment before nodding her head once more.

"So, what would you like to talk about that you don't understand?"

"Well...." She bit her lower lip between her teeth rolling it slightly, "sometimes my panties get wet for other reasons...."

"Well, what happens before they get wet?"

"I usually get kind of tingly all over, and when i notice the tingle it is usually....."she looked down at her skirt, "there, that I notice it most and then I notice that my panties start getting wet. I don't understand why they get wet, but I do kind of like it when that happens."

"It's perfectly normal for that to happen, it happens to all us girls. That's what happens when your body tells you that you are getting turned on. It means that your body wants some special attention from you or someone else. Is there anything in particular that makes you feel that way?"

"Well, I mostly feel that way at night and in the morning. I also feel that way when I..... well when I'm alone in my room and..." her blush returns once more.

"No need to by shy about it, that's something that all girls do as well."

"So, is that what you were doing earlier in class?" Kelsey asked.

Now it was Anna's turn to blush and deeply. She had been caught, and by non other than the little fox which got her all stirred up in the first place. "Well, yes, but I shouldn't have been doing that during class. That is a private thing that I should either do alone or with someone that I care about."

"So what was it that turned you on, Anna?" Kelsey decided she liked the way her teacher's name tasted on her lips.

"Well.... that is a private thing as well..."

"But I told you private stuff! Come on you can tell me, best friends talk about this right? If you can't share then I'll feel stupid for sharing."

Kelsey did have a point and Anna refused to destroy the rapport she had worked so hard to establish. "Oh, alright, I'll tell you!" Kelsey squealed, kicked her feet, and giggled in triumph. "It was something that I saw that turned me on but it was still something that I should not have done in class. I could have been caught and then gotten into big trouble."

"Sometimes I like the thought of being caught...." Kelsey let her little secret slip before she could catch herself.

"That's okay, as long as you won't get in trouble."

"So, what did you see? What was it?"

With a smile on her face Anna said, "Well, I saw one of my students didn't have any panties on. She is a very pretty girl and I could see that she was opening and closing her legs, and fidgeting, and I could see every last inch of her even how wet she was."

Kelsey's mouth dropped open. She was stunned. Shocked. Her teacher had not only noticed her without panties, she had seen everything in great detail and could even notice how wet she had been. All of this was shocking enough but then she was also touching herself because of Kelsey and what she had seen. Kelsey chewed this thought around in her mind trying to make sense of it all. A part of her was responding to it, a part of her liked that her teacher had seen her. Kelsey felt a connection to her teacher, no to her friend forming and the feeling caused a tingle to start once more.

"So, you liked seeing it?"

"Yes Kelsey, I liked seeing it, I didn't know that I would but I did. Now, as my best friend you have to promise to keep this a secret okay? I could get in very big trouble if anyone found out."

"Oh, I promise I won't tell, this will stay between you and me. Best friends always keep each other's secrets right?"

"Yes they do. So how do you feel knowing that I enjoyed seeing you?"

"I don't know how to describe it, but it makes me feel good."

"Are you tingling again?"

"Uh, yes."

"You know, without your panties on, I believe I can smell how aroused you are."

"Really, you can smell me? Is it bad?"

"No, Kelsey, it is wonderful."

Kelsey smiled.

"So was that your first time kissing anyone?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"You did well, but that's something that we should only do if we are in private ok?"

"Okay. You mean like private now?"

"Are you saying you want to kiss me again?"

"Uh, yeah....Do you want to kiss me?"

Without speaking Anna leaned in, placed her hands on the young girls face and softly pressed her lips against Kelsey's. The young girl melted in her arms feeling the passion with which that kiss was packed. Kelsey's body shook in her friend's arms and when they parted she was left breathless and wanting.

"So, where do we go from here?" Anna asked.

"Wherever you want." Was Kelsey's reply.

"Do you have to be home at a certain time?"

"No, my mom works all the time so she doesn't really know when I'm home or not, I don't think she really cares." Kelsey looked down.

"Well, meet me here at the end of the day and we will leave together. Would you like that?"

"Can we talk more and maybe kiss again if I go with you?"

"We can do all that and more. Now off to class with you, I need to get some work done and you, you are very distracting." Kelsey rose from her chair and as she turned away from Anna she felt a sharp sting on her bottom as her friend swatted her.

"Oh, Kelsey. One more thing. I want you to put my shoes back on my feet. This way you know when we go back to being teacher and student. Ok?"

"Ok." Kelsey bent at the waist to retrieve her teacher's shoes and as she did Anna swatted her bottom again.

"No, no. On your knees my pet."

Kelsey was a little unsure but slowly slid to her knees before her friend.

"Now, before you put my shoes back on, I want you to kiss my foot." Kelsey looked up.

"Kiss your foot?"

"Yes my dear, my feet are very sensitive and I will enjoy it. If you are going to be mine then this is something you will have to get used to..."

Kelsey bit her lip again, thinking over the options. Finally she leaned down, shoe in hand, and tentatively sniffed her friends foot. It didn't smell bad, didn't really have an odor at all. She leaned further and kissed, soft on the top of her friend's foot before sliding her shoe back on. She moved a little and repeated the process on the other foot. When she was finished she rose, looked at Anna, said, "Thank you, Ms. Johnson," and left for her choir class. She was shaken, a mess, her arousal was clear on her, and she could not stop thinking about all the things to come...