State of Affairs, Chapter 4

by Ronk

Terry knocked on Carmen's apartment door at 7 p.m. as instructed. She waited nervously hoping against all logic for no answer. This would solve all her problems, she would just turn around and go home. Come Monday she would place the confidential papers back in their file cabinet and this would all be over.

All hopes of escape suddenly vanished when Carmen answered the door and hurriedly motioned her inside.

Carmen locked the door and slowly turned to study her newest conquest. She was nervously standing in the middle of the small living room like a vulnerable school girl waiting to be told what to do next. Carmen was pleased with herself. Terry had been easy to seduce, it only took a couple of months to make the hapless young woman hers.

"I see you brought what I asked for, pet." Carmen said motioning for Terry to come closer.

Terry's eyes searched the mature woman's face for some sign she might show her mercy and not demand she surrender the leather satchel she swore to protect with her life. But a much darker perverted part of her wanted Carmen to force her to give it up. Terry's body was once again betraying her, It was demanding for the sexual attention that only an experienced woman like Carmen could provide. Her raging desires would take her over she knew and It didn't matter what kind of trouble it caused her later, she needed to be satisfied by this voluptuous woman.

Just like Ms. Mayo had taught her ...

Ms. Mayo's daily assignments were having their desired effect on Terry's young inexperienced mind and body. She was in constant fear of losing control as her body begged for sexual release. Unfortunately for Terry, Ms. Mayo had forbidden her from touching herself in any way for fear her mother would catch her and have her removed from school. Unable to release her sexual tension or escape the constant daily bombardment of erotic images and literature Terry's strict upbringing and moral compass were soon buried under a sea of raging female hormones leaving an empty void that Ms. Mayo was only to happy to fill.

"Ms. Mayo!" Terry exclaimed. "Please don't make me read out loud from my journal today, I just don't think I can do this anymore."

Ms. Mayo was thoroughly enjoying herself as she watched the spectacle of her young student begging for mercy unfold before her very eyes. She could feel a constant wetness dribble from her pussy and collect in her panties. Oh the exquisite pleasure of the chase, she relished to herself.

"You agreed to do this Terry, do I need to remind you what WILL happen if you fail this class?"

Ms. Mayo leaned back and watched with pleasure as the conflicted teen reluctantly began to read her latest journal entry.

"November 2."

" I have just finished reading, (The Kissing Game by anonymous.) The book is about a sixteen year old girl who is seduced by her best friends mother during a slumber party. At first the girl tried to refuse the woman's advances but when she fell asleep, the woman snuck into the room where she was and began kissing her all over ..."

Terry's voice abruptly trailed off as the urge to touch herself washed over her. Every time she read one of these books or looked at the lesbian porno magazines her imagination would take over inserting Ms. Mayo as the teacher or mother or older woman.

Terry's throat went dry with alarm as she struggled to control her desires. She could feel Ms. Mayo's intense stare, it left Terry with the helpless feeling that there would be no way to hide her shameful reactions to the material. Soon she knew her face would flush, her heart would beat faster and her crotch would spasm.

"Tell me what you are thinking right now."

Ms. Mayo saw Terry's eyes glaze over as she struggled to obey.

"Uhhhm, I was thinking." Terry said as she squirmed in her chair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the urgent demands for attention building between her thighs.

"Well ... That ... the girl in the story was ...me."

"Really,' Ms. Mayo said. And why do you want that girl to be you?"

Terry continued to stare at the table, unwilling to make eye contact for fear Ms. Mayo would get inside her head and guess her awful secret. For what seemed like several minutes Terry anguished over her teachers question. She was ashamed and terrified by the thought of admitting that she had been fantasizing about being seduced by her, just like what was happening to the girls in the stories.

"I ... I don't know why, I just do."

"Let me help you Terry, lets do a little learning exercise. It will help you focus."

Terry was hoping Ms. Mayo would just drop the subject and let her go home.

"I guess, what are we going to do?"

Ms. Mayo had Terry stand up so she could maneuvered the two chairs to face each other. She motioned Terry to sit down.

"I want you to place both your hands behind your back and interlace your fingers then slouch forward all the way to the edge of the chair, like you're tying to sleep. Now close your eyes and concentrate on my voice."

Terry instantly felt vulnerable with her hands now trapped behind her back. As she slouched her body forward a small voice in her mind told her this didn't feel right but the desire to please her teacher and her own simmering lust rendered her helpless and compliant.

Sensing Terry's almost total surrender, Ms. Mayo acted quickly. As she sat down on the edge of her chair, she wedged her knees in-between the distracted teens legs making it impossible for her to close them. She slowly raised her right hand and placed it just under Terry's left ear lobe and began to trace her manicured nails up and down the sensitive nape of her neck. At the same time she used her free hand to gently explored the inside of Terry's open thighs. Her practiced fingers leisurely wandering a path along her jeans gently moving up the inseam inching closer and closer to the young teens throbbing mound.