School Staff Seduction (Closed)

[BethJones]

Beth parked her silver Volkswagen polo in the small car park at the rear of the school, she smiled to herself, last in again she thought. Beth had worked at the school for the best part of two years on and off, this was the first year she would have a class from the very first day. Usually she was called in to pick up the pieces, usually left alone as long as the class didn’t cause any one any bother.

Slowly Beth made her way to her classroom, dropped off the box of resources she was keen to have out of her house and then made her way to the staff room ready for a mundane day of briefings and training prior to the school opening to the pupils the next day. As expected the staff had been bombarded with new initiatives, new ways to fill out old paperwork, new forms that looked remarkably like the ones that had gone out of fashion six months earlier.

Beth took her usual reluctant attitude, and duly filed the paper work in the bottom of her desk, if anyone really wanted it they would come and ask, she would reply quite firmly, “Oh yes... I remember that’s in the (whichever file sounded plausible)... oh but i was working on that last night... It’s on the kitchen table...I’ll have it with you tomorrow,” followed by a smile and a dash to find the requested paperwork. It would then appear the next day as if it had been there all along and everyone was happy.

The first few weeks passes smoothly, Beth arrived twenty five minutes before the children were due to arrive and left 45 minutes after they had gone, using her time well to keep on top of the necessary paperwork. Of course when any one asked about how much she did at home as she was able to leave so early, Beth would smile and politely imply she took loads home, the big red box full of nothing much helped to complete the illusion.

Helen was the first to show signs of buckling under the new pressures of the regime that was being forced upon them. It was Friday afternoon and Helen and Beth were both on release time, as they began to plan, the cracks in Helen’s usually calm exterior began to show. Helen was on the verge of tears as she explained how she struggled to keep on top of it all. Beth comforted her as best she could; she offered reassurance and simple suggestions to curb her workload.

It was during this afternoon that Beth first started to look at Helen in a new light. Over the next few weeks Beth found herself looking over Helen in minute detail, admiring her body, positioning herself carefully in the staff room for the best view of her round bum as she prepared her lunches. Beth knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help it she could feel the burning desire glowing inside her.

 

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Helen was a recent graduate having studied a biological science at university. She had spend a couple of years working in a research lab, and when her funding ran out, the competition for another research post even as a technician was fierce. Helen also wanted children, and so had discussed with great detail with her husband about re0training to become a teacher. specifically a primary or middle school as a science teacher, though she would have to teach other subjects as well.

Her first teaching post during her PGCE (A teaching qualification in the UK) was in a suburb of London, rather middle class. Whilst the children were generally well behaved and enthusiastic, her main issue had been the odd parent; though as a student teacher, she didn't have much direct contact with them, though she had heard the stories.

Her second placement had been in an inner London suburb. The attitude of the pupils was greatly different and more frustrating over all. But as a teacher, she soon developed her own way of interacting with the pupils, and generally had very little discipline issues with the exception of those little brats who the experienced teachers had issues with.

And so she qualified as a teacher. And that was when the reality of bureaucracy in the teaching became apparent. In September she applied for local schools in the leafy suburbs of a middle class market town in the UK. The school had a mixed catchment, children from social housing as well as the more wealthier middle class properties on the southern side of the town.

Helen found aspects of teaching very enjoyable, and soon was able to talk to the pupils, and generally cope with most discipline issues. At that age between 8-11 the children were still mostly keen to learn. It was the paper work of teaching that she didn't enjoy. Targets, and league tables always applied preasure on the teaching staff, directly or in-directly. There were regular tests for the pupils which took away some of the fun of learning in her mind when she looked back at being that sort of age.

Then there were the constant risk assessments that always needed to be updated; revised for no apparent reason. It was this external paperwork ontop of lesson preparation that was catching Helen of guard, and causing her stress. Once, In the class room and she was 'performing' to her audience, the stress was forgotten about.

But when she was in her office or the staff room was when Helen found the stress frustrating. It was those times that she sought Solace and guidance from Beth. Another aspect was the school she was working at, had not offered her a mentor, whilst her colleagues from the PGCE course in other schools had mentors nominated to them.

And so, Helen started to spend time with Beth whilst at work. They were both of a similar age, though Beth had gone the PGCE route immediately after graduating, and so has had several more years experience teaching.


Helen is 28 and married to her boy friend from university. Standing around 5.7 Helen is 28, with shoulder length mousey brown hair, blue eyes, UK size 10, carrying a little left over paper fat 5'4. and a 34b/C bust.

Helen Sighed as she read the latest set of paper work for action sent from the council via the school's management team.

"Where are we supposed to find time to do this paper work and prepare lessons to allow the pupils to achieve their targets?"

She looked at the paper work, and started to read it...

These beauro-crats need to attend plain English lessons!!"

 

[BethJones]

As usual Beth had arrived at 8:30, made coffee, set up her room and been out on the yard to collect her students before anyone else. After teaching two lessons in the morning she had marked a set of books at lunch time before heading to the staffroom for some friendly banter with her work mates. As was usual in the staff room she took her seat by the window (of course no one would ever admit the staff had set seats they were just creatures of habit).

The seat Beth took gave her full view of the staff room, yet positioned her away from the phone allowing her to avoid any calls during her lunch. The seat aso gave her a perfect view of the small kitchen area. As was usual Helen rushed in with ten minutes to eat her lunch.

Beth then marked the rest of her books straight after school, promptly filed the latest paperwork in the bin, and was packed and ready to leave at 4:01pm. She was well aware that this paperwork would never be asked for again and wasn't worth worrying about. In her teaching career to date she had seen the wheel reinvented numerous times.

Laptop over her shoulder and a small box which looked like it contained books and jobs to be done at home in her hand and off she went. As she walked down the corridor to leave through the fire exit that led to the car park, she noticed Helen in her classroom. Seeing Helen still hard at work was nothing new, today however she seemed to have lost her sparkle, she looked tired deflated and generally weighed down with the dramas of teaching.

Beth paused, she liked her early escapes but didn't like seeing a colleague distressed, espeially one as good looking as Helen. "Everything OK?" she asked popping her head around the door. Helen's classroom was beautiful, child friendly displays, fabulous work on the walls, clear labels the type of things that took ages to produce and sadly in the children's eyes soon became wallpaper rather than the exciting interactive display it was meant to be.

 

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"Everything OK?"

"Oh Hi Beth, yes thanks.. I think....." Helen paused briefly "Just trying to get my head around this new directive from the government..."

"As if we havnet got enough to do, and most of this should be at least managed by the council and the Senior management team, not us teacher!"

Helen looked up to see Beth had entered her class room and was leaning against the door frame smiling..

"Guess I should ask one of the SMT for support next week? After all its POETIS day"

Helen suddenly felt better after her mini whinge and stood up and picked up a pile of exercise books...

"I need a coffee, my treat?"

Helen started to walk towards the door, her long lose Pencil skirt opening up; her boots softly echoing on the floor.

 

[BethJones]

Beth glanced at the small clock ticking on the far wall, whilst she had nothing better to do, she liked to get home and relax as soon a possible after a hard day at work. "Yeah... Sure," she replied "Usual place?" There was a small pub a ten minute drive from the school, the staff often met there if there was something on in the evening at school and they wanted a bite to eat.

A nod from Helen and Beth turned to lead the way to the car park. Beth always wore smart trousers for work, they hugged her slim figure but more importantly prevented the constant worry about what would show beneath her skirt whilst she was teaching. Beth spent most of her time crawling around floors with the younger children and worrying about being over exposed was not something she wanted to contend with on a daily basis. Also for this reason she wore a polo neck sweater, both garments gave the adults a hint of what lay beneath as they hugged her perfectly formed slight figure, yet gave nothing away to the children.

Both climbed into their separate cars for the journey, and arrived at the pub virtually together. The pub was far enough from school not to be recognised by parents yet close enough that it wasn't out of the way for either party.

Once inside the pub, being creatures of habit, Beth headed for the small booth hidden in the corner, their usual spot. They chose this particular booth as they could see anyone coming in yet, would not be seen allowing them to exit should a parent arrive. Whilst it should make no difference if they were drinking in a pub or not they always worried that someone would make a comment at school leading to them being labelled as unprofessional.

As was usual for this time of night, the pub was virtually empty. A couple of older couples were doted around but the general atmosphere was pleasant. Helen soon found her way to the table juggling her handbag and two large frothy coffees. Beth smiled as she took her drink, "Thanks...how are you feeling now?" she asked as Helen settled onto her seat.

 

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Thanks...how are you feeling now?"

"A lot better thanks" Helen smiled. "I guess I should follow your example and when I can, escape from the building promptly, though I prefer to work at school, and so when I get home I can relax totally,."

Helen reached for the buttons on her pale red cardigan and started to unfasten her cardigan, opening it up exposing her slightly lower cut camisole style top underneath.

"So any plans for the weekend Beth? Adrian is working mist of the weekend. He seems to be offered a lot of over time at the moment, and in this economic climate he would be silly to refuse t... "

Helen sighed, "but it means I don't have much quality time with him...."

Helen sipped her coffee, her eyes meeting Beth's briefly suddenly feeling weird. Her look briefly reminded her of the look men offer her on when she is alone, that slightly dis-concerting l'mentally undressing 'look..

Helen ignored it, and as she continued to chat, that thought soon forgotten...

 

[BethJones]

Plans...everything came down to plans with teachers, Beth hadn't made plans in ages. Her life outside school had become very dull, although she was determined not to let school work take up every waking minute. Upon leaving University,Beth had lost touch with friends and whilst having a select group she kept in touch with the odd reunion was all they managed.

"No plans..." Beth replied her eyes drawn to Helen's body, she had been admiring Helen from afar for weeks, she often found herself fantasising about Helen, there was something about her, something that captivated Beth.

Beth had picked up on idle staff room gossip that all was not well in Helen's relationship although this was the first time Helen had spoken directly to her about it. In school Beth tended to keep herself to herself, she joined in some of the banter but preferred to play her cards close to her chest. Beth liked having a personal life, a dull personal life bit nonetheless a personal life.

"Tell you what... how about I come round and give you a hand with the paperwork... maybe a bottle of wine to help things?" Beth asked. In all honesty a bit of company on a Friday night would be welcome, otherwise it would be the same routine, home, shower, comfy clothes, watch a bit of TV daydream and then snuggle up in bed with an array of vibrating toys and send her self off into a deep sleep following several intense orgasms.

 

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"Tell you what... how about I come round and give you a hand with the paperwork... maybe a bottle of wine to help things?"


"Sorry - Adrian Will be home tonight before working most of the weekend - He is a project manager for the highways agency - and they have a long project this weekend... But I doubt you are fre tomorrow evening, I will be home alone then?"

Helen Paused

"We have a spare bed if you don't want to drive or get a cab home.."

Helen took another sip of her coffee as she finished speaking

 

[BethJones]

Beth's heart sank, knocked back at the first hurdle. Then came the second offer, qualified with a bed to stay in. Beth's Saturday's were as busy as her Friday's and of course she was free.

"That sounds lovely," Beth replied. Beth knew that Helen had a large house and was intrigued as to what the inside was really like. The opportunity to spend some time with Helen alone was also one she wasn't keen to pass on.

The arrangements were made and the pair continued to sip their coffee's. The pub turned from the quiet relaxed atmosphere to a noisy alcohol charged atmosphere, despite both being young they had long outgrown the mad nights in a pub getting drunk and agreed it was time to part company for tonight and would see each other the next day as planned.

 

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Helen said goodbye to Beth in the carpark and drove the short distance home.

She was home before Adrian, and prepared a simple pasta evening meal, knowing Adrian would need planty of energy over the weekend. He arrived soon, and they had their dinner, and watched a bit of TV, ending in watching Have I got news for you"

As it finished, he a=headed to bed, and left Helen to read a book and enjoy a Bailey's before she joined him, though he was already fast asleep....

In the morning, the only clue that Adrian had been around was the cold cup of tea by her head on the bedside table, and the debris in the kitchen.

She awoke around 9 and a mixture of the gym, shopping kept her slef busy till the afternoon, when she recieved a text from Beth..

"Should be there around 6pm"


Helen smiled to herself as she prepared thir super. Salmon in a white wine sauce and fresh pasta. It was a meal that took ten minutes to cook, so with th e food prepared, she headed to the bathroom for a shower, before changing.

Finally around 6, the doorbell rang, and Helen walked to the front door in her black cropped tight leggings and a black scoop neck top under a bright red contrasting waterfall cardigan...

Hi Beth please come in. " Suddenly she leant forward and gave her a a soft kiss on the cheeks, the sort of greeting she offers her old uni and school friends.

"I've a bottle of white and rose in the fridge...."

 

[BethJones]

It was one of those drives home were Beth knew she had left the pub car park and suddenly found herself outside her own front door. Her mind had been elsewhere for the entire journey. Beth had spent weeks undressing Helen mentally, savouring every minute in her mind as she declothed her garment by garment.

After throwing a ready meal into the microwave and pouring a glass of wine, Beth curled up on the sofa. Her mind still wandering, the familiar three beeps of the microwave brought her back to the real world. The scorching hot lasagne, burnt at the edges giving a crispy texture, soon was eaten. The glass now stood empty.

Beth ran a bath in her small bathroom, lit three small tealights (always teelights now after an incident with some towels a candle and a wild orgasm) and slowly undressed, tossing her work clothes in the washing basket.

The warm water eased over her as she lowered herself into the water, the temperature just a touch too hot but bareable. She rubbed foam all over her pussy, although it felt smooth to touch she wasn't taking any chances. The cold steel blade delicately kissed her sensitive skin. Each slow delicate movement removing the foam and barely any hair. The process came to an eventual end, her clit throbbing, partly due to the attention she had given her sensitive area but mostly down to the thoughts that swirrled in her head.

Imagining Helen's body as her fingers lightly caressed her small firm breasts, her fingers tracing lightly over her sensitive pussy, pressing on her clit she slowly rubbed. Beth's head fell back, mouth wide as she slowly but firmly rubbed circles on her throbbing clit. Harder... quicker... moans getting louder as she felt her orgasm grabbing her body. She squealed with delight as her body twitched, her muscles tensing then the familiar relaxation as her climax swept through her body. Water splashed from the bath. Gradually she came back from her orgasmic high a smile on her face. She looked forward to spending the night with Helen even if it didn't end the way it had in her fantasies.

Saturday really dragged. The bedroom floor covered with an array of outfits, too slutty, too conservative, too prudish, too young too old, it seemed as though she would never find an outfit. Eventually she settled for a pair of tight fitting blue denim jeans, and a read sweater, she slipped on matching red lacy bra and red lacy panties.

Her heart beat wildly as she walked up to the door of Helen's house. She rang the bell and waited. It seemed like na eternity before the door was opened. Beth wasn't sure why she was so nervous, she knew Helen well. Helen looked stunning as she opened the door the leggings hugged her slender figure, the light kiss was unexpected but pleasent. "Well her is a Red to add to the collection," Beth smiled holding her favourite bottle of red, a Wolf Blass Red label Shiraz Cabernet Sauvignon 2003.

Beth politely stepped inside, kicking her trainers off by the door to reveal the white ankle socks she had chosen to wear, she waited patiently for Helen to lead the way. Wow the way the leggings hugged her ass. Beth couldn't help but stare at her round firm cheeks as she walked ahead.

The house was immaculate everything in its place, the polished laminate warm benaeth her feet as they walked towards the kitchen. The devine smells wafted through the doorway of the large, spacious kitchen. "Mmmm smells great..." Beth said "...I wasn't expecting so much trouble," it was nice that Helen had made an effort, even if it was unexpected.

 

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Helen invited Beth, in and lead her down to the kitchen. The house was older than the two girls and was originally an Edwardian house, much in the style of the terraced cottages though slightly larger than the average cottage. It had the two rooms down stairs plus the kitchen and three rooms upstairs, one of which was a small bedroom; which Helen had fitted out as a separate walk in walk robe style room. That meant their main bedroom had less furniture and so more space for the extra kingsize bed!

The back garden faced South West, so the newly added conservatory and decking area was a sun trap, even in the spring it stayed warm, and that was where the bottlesof wine and glasses lay as Helen lead Beth outside.

"Please take a seat.. would you prefer red, white or Rose?"

 

[BethJones]

Beth eased the wooden chair from beneath the table, careful not to drag it along the solid tiles. Her pet peeve in school was children dragging their chairs on the floor, the sound was awful, and so she she was always careful herself.

"I'd love a glass of red," Beth replied watching as Helen took out two large glasses from the cupboard. As Helen turned to pour the wine, Beth noticed her firm ass cheeks pressing aginst the black material, also the outline of her panties was visible. They chatted about their days and soon the conversation turned to work. Put two teachers anywhere and school and work will always become the main focus of conversation.

Beth tried to subtley work in remarks about Adrian wanting to know how things were between them. Beth had bnoticed several photos around the house as they had walked through to the kitchen although every picture seemed to show a much younger Helen.

The first glass of wine was going down a treat and Helen soon offered a top up. Beth knew she shouldn't but couldn't resist, her cheeks already feeling rosy from the first glass.

 

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Conversation son flowed, mixture of work, backgrounds before Beth asked about Adrian.

Helen told her their history, meeting in their final year at uni, an d how he had supported her during her PGCE course. Working for a government agency, staffing levels had been reduced, and whilst Adrian had survived redundancy; the loss of numerous project managers/engineers meant those still employed seemed to be heavily worked.

As such Helen admitted it was causing a strain on their relationship, but time would tell...

"So Beth what about your sex life?" Helen giggled, the wine having enough effect to lose some inhibitions with out going too far.

"Oh and let me know when you want to eat, it won't take long t finish cooking and serve"

 

[BethJones]

"Young free and easy," Beth replied, no one in school knew she was bisexual or the fact that given the chance she would take the touch and love of a woman over any man. Whilst it would make no difference to her colleagues, Beth was always cautious.

"Shall we eat sooner rather than later?" Beth suggested the wine already making her merry.

 

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"Shall we eat sooner rather than later?"

"Sure.. besides, the temperature is starting to fall, time to go inside."

Helen led the way into the kitchen, ensuring the Decking area was cleared, as she started to cook the meal. The onions, peppers were alrady prepared, and the salmon was also ready to cook..

With the griddle on, and the pasta boiling, the meal was soon ready to serve, the table already laid out earlier.

Placing the salmon steak on the pasta base, and covering the meal with the cream and wine sauce, Helen placed the plates on the table...

"Ready" Helen exclaimed with a smile. Helen wasn't a bad cook, and enjoyed cooking though could never be bothered on her own.

As they started to eat, Helen returned to the previous conversation

""SO any one on the horizon? It seems that once you leave uni, it can be sooo hard to meet Mr Right."

Helen paused, "or in this day of political correctness Miss right"

Helen had no idea that Beth was Bi, or even gay but had been present at similar conversations where a gay person had taken objection, in jest to the person's comment!

 

[BethJones]

Beth blushed a little at Helen's question, although the wine had made her cheeks rosy enough to hide her embaressment. "It is hard finding someone, someone who understands that teaching becomes part of life rather than just a job... someone who knows that at three oclock in the morning when you jump out of bed its because you have just figured out why one of the children hasn't understood something all week... I could go on..." Beth said entering into her usual rant about how no one understood life as a teacher, luckily Helen wouldn't get her started on school holidays!

"While it would be nice to settle... for now at least I'm happy with how things are... me and the toys get along just fine," Beth giggled.

 

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"While it would be nice to settle... for now at least I'm happy with how things are... me and the toys get along just fine,"


"Ah BOB" Helen replied..... "The seemm to be a must have for all us highly sexed gals!"

Helen almost spat her food out as she giggled at her own comment, mixture of the ease of being so open with Beth so soon, and the wine.

"Sorry" when Helen regaisned control, and resumed eating.

 

[BethJones]

Helen didn't seem the type to have a toy, Beth was alittle shocked although really wasn't sure why.

Beth smiled, "Don't be sorry," she placed her hand ontop of Helen's she felt a tingle inside as she took in Helen's smooth skin. Her hand lingered a little longer than it should have.

She returned to eating, "This is great," Beth said as she took another mouthful. "I wish I could cook like this," if Beth was honest she probably could cook like this it just hardly seemed worth the effort for one and so ready meals had become the norm.

"When did you and Adrian..." she stopped mid sentence feeling a little too forward enquiring about her colleagues sex life so boldly. She wondered how long it was since Helen had been brought to climax my Adrain, how much would she crave the release taht only another person could give. If Beth had her way, dessert would definately be served in the bedroom.

 

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"When did you and Adrian..."

Helen smiled at Beth's directness. She finished selecting a piece of salmon and chewed it before replying...

"This morning if you must know.. he woke up with his usual stiffy and i was aroused.. It was short intense and fun but not necessary that satisfying as he had work to head out to.."

Helen sipped her wine.. before continuing, "but the sex life isn't as good as it used to be .."

Helen sighed before returning her focus to her dinner plate

 

[BethJones]

That tiny morsel of information was enough to ignite Beth's curiosity. She smiled across the table, carefully toying with her next mouthful. "So is he... you know?" Beth felt herself blush as she began to enquire about Adrian's endownment. From what Beth had seen, Adrain was no model, his looks nowhere near matched those of Helen's.

Beth wasn't really sure why she was interested after all she had been with some men with extremely large cocks and those with very small cocks and she had found in nearly all cases those with less of an endownment satisfied her more. The satisfaction tended to come as they seemed to work harder with the tender kisses and tickles, the things that really got Beth going.

The conversation had aroused Beth, knowing that earlier that day Helen had been fucked. Her mind wandered, how many other days had Helen been in school after a fuck? Beth tried to imagine Helen's face as she was gripped by an orgasm. Soon enough Beth's thoughts were refocussed as she heard the clank of metal against a plate, remembering where she was she smiled, trying to shake the mental image she now had of Helen.

 

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"So is he... you know?"

Helen smiled at Beth's inquisitiveness. She wasn't sure whether she should divulge any more information, but was aware that her body was beginning to respond to the sexual conversation.

Helen sipped some wine and took another small mouthful as she debated what response she should say...

"Why want to try him.... ?" Helen giggled as she teased her colleague, friend.

"He is a good mouthful, but not the largest I've experienced, but size isn't every thing...

Helen Paused (apparently this is a true story) "A friend of mine went out with a guy he was quite handsome, small at 5'4 or so and had a large cock, nine inches or so apparently. If he didn't cum within ~5 minutes of an erection, he would either lose his erection or feint due to lack of blood in his body"

Helen smiled as she told the story, of her friend's experience...

Slowly she took another mouthful.

 

[BethJones]

Beth didn't know where to look. Surely that wasn't a serious offer... was it? Her mind raced with scenerios. Beth didn't know how to respond, her mind wasn't in any state for a reasoned well thought out response.

"If you are offering... I wouldn't mind a go... although... I'd prefer to try with you," she said. It was out there now the ball was in Helen's court. If this back fired she could fall back on the drink and order a taxi. If it worked whow would know where the evening could lead.

An uneasy silence hung in the air as Beth slowly chewed a large piece of fish, was it a step too far? A sip of wine to wash down the food and still silence. Beth wondered how to break the silence.

 

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"If you are offering... I wouldn't mind a go... although... I'd prefer to try with you,"

Now it was Helen's turn to be shocked, embarrassed as she was totally caught of guard. She had not realsied that Beth was bi or even possibly gay?

Helen took a sip of wine and exhaled deeply before taking another sip as she looked at her friend who seemed suddenly unusually quiet...

Helen inhaled again deeply as her mind thought of a suitable response..

"Well I'm flattered that you find me sexually attractive... "

Helen took another sip of her wine before continuing. "I knew a couple of lesbians at university, they were good fun, but well it is not something that has really intrigued me... though recently it seems to be more popular, more acceptable in society."

She saw Beth's facial expressions as she spoke and suddenly realised what she had tried to say had come out completely wrong.

"It isn't something that I would never rule out the possibility of but I am not sure if I could just hop into a bed with a girl and have sex. I was never one for one night stands even with handsome guys not my style..... She would have to romance me I guess, and if anything happened it would have to be spontaneous...."

Helen sighed.. "Am I making sense Beth?"

She glanced at the two almost empty wine glasses and reached for the bottle

"More wine?"

 

[BethJones]

What a night this was turning into, although it wasn't clear where Helen stood on the proposition. It wasn't and out and out no, although that could have been a polite let down to avoid causing offence, but then it wasn't a yes.

Mind now swirrling trying to work out the correct response to the mess she had created. Beth sipped her drink, choosing a smile and a complete change of subject.

"Have you seen that new movie..." she paused trying to think of a new movie she had seen in fact thinking of any movie she had seen in the past three years was hard. "...second thoughts have you seen any good movies recently... I could do with a recommendation," Beth laughed.

Beth felt uneasy and considered getting a taxi home, how could she have been so stupid. Whilst it was true, she had often undressed Helen in her mind she had dreamt of spending a night with her, of... her thoughts trailed back to the night as it was unwinding, the clank of plates as they were stacked bringing her back. Helen was up and busy clearing the dinner plates away.

As Helen walked to the sink Beth's eyes once again fell to Helen's firm round ass, the outline of her panties pressing through the material. If only... Beth thought.

helen continued to take the desert from the fridge, taking out a bottle of squirting cream, Beth's mind wandered again the places she would love to put that cream. She felt her arousal growing, the warmth between her legs.