Unspoken Pleasure

THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6th: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan

Routine had settled into my exciting new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire just like it always was these days. As Karen had predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave and at least fifty girls plus the cheerleaders were wearing them today. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy new trend.

The day was normal, well my new normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both girls were wearing minis with thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls in school (last week we had been the three shyest girls in school), seeing them dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the schoolgirl virgins they were. Near the end of class I told her, “Sally, you’re very pretty and you have that gorgeous long hair. Yet you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Tomorrow you should let it down.”

Sally was surprised, “You think so?”

I purred, flirting with her just a tad, “I know so, gorgeous.”

Sally blushed as I next looked over at Eleanor and said, “And you, Eleanor: you’re pretty too. You need to wear some make-up, especially some bright lipstick to showcase your luscious lips.”

She replied, embarrassed by the compliment, “My Mom won’t let me wear any.”

I wasn’t fazed; “No problem. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I’ll give you a makeover.”

“OK, thanks,” Eleanor said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The bell rang so I said, “See you tomorrow, hotties.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I left and headed to meet Karen. She grabbed my arm and told me, “Today I plan to have some fun.”

I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, “How so?”

“When I leave for the bathroom,” she explained, “You need to wait a minute and ask to go too.”

My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.

Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but she added sternly, “Do not disobey me, slut.”

Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan started class by giving a fairly long lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher while she’s teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, Miss Morgan gave us some time to begin a reflection she was assigning. The topic was simplistic, ‘What key moment in time has defined who you are?’ I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write, which was cool because it was what I wanted to write as well.

As soon as Miss Morgan sat down behind her desk, Karen raised her hand and asked permission to go the washroom.

Upon receiving approval, Karen left and I waited, my body churning with turmoil. I was both excited to please Karen but scared about being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go as well. Miss Morgan gave me a brief, curious look, maybe tying the two together but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room I scurried to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I joined Karen in there. She didn’t say a word, just lifted up her skirt and of course I took the hint. I licked her pussy in this awkward position for a couple of minutes, long enough to put a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then surprised me by saying, “We’d better get back to class. And don’t you dare wipe off your Mistress’ juice.”

“No, Mistress Karen,” I acknowledged as Karen composed herself and left me behind in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn’t too obvious I thought, and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom so I averted my face.

I returned to class and set to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled at her and then resumed my work. As I continued, Karen crept up and whispered in my ear, “Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell my juices.”

I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to satisfy this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.

Miss Morgan asked, “What is it, Jenny?”

“Um, I just would like you to ask you about my essay.”

“What about it?” Miss Morgan asked as she stood up to come to my desk.

I pointed at my essay’s rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far, and requested, “Can you please read this and give me your opinion?”

“Sure,” she said, grabbing a chair and sitting down right beside me. She leaned over the paper (and close to my face) and read it silently for a minute. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen’s cunt wafting off my face. I don’t know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice something and gave me a peculiar look as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk, her nostrils just inches away from my skin. She began blushing when she realized where my essay was going, but otherwise kept her composure.

“So?” I asked innocently, making sure my knee was now ‘just happening to be’ resting against hers.

“Well, it’s pretty good,” she began, struggling to maintain her persona as disinterested mentor rather than the role I was thrusting on her of emotionally vulnerable confidant. “But you don’t have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need some elaboration to illustrate your point.”

“OK, thanks,” I said, leaning in a bit closer, “That’s really helpful.” I didn’t move, nor did she for a few seconds before she came to her senses and stood up abruptly.

“You should probably get to cheerleading practice,” she said, “I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality.”

I grabbed my stuff and agreed, “That she is.” I then surprised her by giving her a hug and adding, “Thanks for all your help this semester. If there’s anything I can do to repay you, just ask.” I didn’t give her time to respond, just turned and hurried out of the classroom.

I got to practice just in time and again barely survived Miss Hopkins’ marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, “I expect you to have a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow.”

“Should I use your name?” I asked cautiously.

Karen just shrugged, “You decide.”

She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to begin a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan’s house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.

I said worriedly, “I just realized I’m supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader’s retreat to go to.”

Megan smiled and said, “No worries, I’ll give her a call for you.”

“Thank you so much,” I said, a huge burden instantly lifted from my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and wheedled, “Auntie Jenny here to play!”

I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I agreed, “Sure, Maxie, I have a few minutes.” A few minutes turned into an hour before I noticed the clock and realized I had to get home.