Teacher's Education

[missla]

OOC: closed thread for HoneyB and Missla

IC: I was so nervous as I walked into the school. My first day of student teaching, and my heart was beating oh so fast. The start of student teaching meant that college was coming near the end, and I was certainly happy about that, but the thought of being in front of a class was kind of scary. I just hoped that the teacher I would be working with was nice, and would be patient with me.

I checked in at the front office, was welcomed by the principal and secretary, and was pointed to the classroom where I would be teaching. As I walked down the hall, I wondered if I was dressed properly for the first day of work. I had worn a mid-length skirt, but as I walked I wondered if it was too short. I had long legs, being around 5'8" tall, and sometimes my skirts looked short, even though they might not be. Maybe I should have worn pants today - oh well, too late now. I complimented the skirt with a white silk blouse that buttoned up the front. Pretty conservative for the first day.

Gosh, I was nervous! As I approached the door, my steps slowed, and I realized that I had forgotten the teacher's name - what a bonehead!! I stopped in front of the door and brushed back my shoulder length auburn hair behind my ears. I looked down my front to make sure everything was OK and took a deep breath. Oh, I hoped she was nice..

I opened the door and her back was to me as she sat at her desk. I closed the door behind me and said, "Hi, I'm Lauren Walker, your new student teacher......"

 

[Guest]

"Hi Miss Walker. My name is John Smith, I'm the class head and I've been elected to introduce you to the pupils and show you round the school."
"If you need any thin just ask, and I'll see if I can help.
"Christ she totally fit, and just look at those legs2 i thought to myself as my 8 inch cock twiched on my tight black uniform pants.

 

[missla]

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Hey Kelticboy - see top of thread - closed thread...

Thanks

 

[Honey_B]

Holly Cook

Normally I dreaded returning to school. Each year seemed to get harder than the last. Only ten years into the profession and I was beginning to get burned out. This fall would be different. I had been looking forward to the start of the school year since I found out I would be having a student teacher in my classroom. No college had seen fit to place a student with me before. Frankly, I didn't blame them. As the high school's only remedial English teacher, most years I had the class from hell. I glanced a the card the university had sent me.

Lauren Hill

Had she been idealistic enough to request my classroom like mine or just unlucky. I shook my head.

Ms. Walker, you are in for one wild ride.

I opened the cabinet behind my desk and caught my reflection in the mirror. At thirty-two I knew I was in my prime. I adjusted the silver headband that held back my honeyed blonde hair and picked a piece of lint off my white oxford cloth shirt. The teachers always dressed casually when the students weren't here and that meant I was wearing jeans along with the shirt. Just as I shut the cabinet, I heard a someone open the door and say,

Hi, I'm Lauren Walker, your new student teacher.

I turned around and stood up.

"Hello. I'm Holly Cook."

As she walked into the classroom, I had a chance to look at her. She was pretty. No beautiful and brimmed with enthusiam, despite her obvious nervousness. I had to admire her for that.

"You can put your things behind my desk. I see nobody told you that you needn't dress up today. Before the kids get here tomorrow, I've got to get this room set up."

 

[missla]

Lauren

She stood up and introduced herself as Holly Cook. Thank goodness she was young, probably in her early thirties. I was afraid that I would get stuck with some domineering old maid, that would be extremely pushy, which would probably have added to my nervousness and inexperience.

When I saw her, I immediately realized that I was quite overdressed. She was quite attractive, with blond hair, and was dressed in an oxford shirt and jeans, jeans that I could tell were pretty tight, as she turned slightly and told me to put my things behind her desk. As I moved toward the desk, my foot caught on a chair leg, and I soon felt myself falling to the ground, my purse and book bag going one way and me the other. What a big goof !!! My first day at the school, and I immediately demonstrate how clumsy I am !

I hit hard on my knee, and kind of ended up on my rear end, facing Mrs. Cook. I also noticed that when I fell, my skirt had moved almost all the way up my legs, and my red silk thong was on full display to her. I was ssssoooooo embarassed, and quickly pulled my skirt down to cover up. All of a sudden, the tears just came to my eyes, and I began sobbing.

"I am so embarassed, Mrs. Cook. (I called her Mrs. since I didn't know if she was married or not.) I wanted so hard to make a good first impression to you, and now all I'm doing is showing you how clumsy I am. I can't believe this is happening to me....", as I continued to sob quietly.

I hope she doesn't think that I am totally incompetent....

 

[Honey_B]

A flash of brief red panties and creamy white thighs…

The image burned itself onto my retina. That brief glimpse caused me to give Miss Walker a second look. This time as a woman and not as a teacher. She had long legs and the sweetest set of tits. I couldn’t help but note how they pressed against the smooth silk of her blouse when she fell. Without meaning to, Miss Lauren Walker had made one hell of a first impression.

Keeping my face a mask of concern, I helped her up. I didn’t want to scare the wits out of the girl by devouring her with my eyes.

“It’s all right, Lauren. Shh… Don’t cry.”

I laid an arm across Lauren’s shoulders after I’d helped her up.

“We’ve all had spills like that. Consider it forgotten.”

How was I ever going to forget that bright red thong!

“Now, why don’t we sit down and have a chat before I put you to work.”

Giving her my warmest smile, I pulled up two chairs and sat down in one of them.

“I’ve got to ask you, did you request a classroom like mine? This is a remedial English classroom, which means I often have one of the school’s most difficult classes. It can be quite a challenge, even for me. I don’t mean to scare you, but I want you to be prepared.”

 

[missla]

Lauren

Mrs. Cook helped me to my feet and told me that everything was OK. She put her arm around my shoulders as I continued to sob a bit, and did her best to try to comfort me. I'm sure my blubbering was making quite a good impression on the teacher I was going to be working with. I'm sure she thought I was some kind of nut.

She pulled two chairs together and guided me to one, and then pulled the other one close to sit beside me. At least she was nice about the whole thing. I was so thankful for that, because I felt like I could just die after the little clumsy stunt I had just pulled.

She asked me how I had come to be her student teacher. I began slowly..."Well, I was actually a bit late in signing up for student teaching. My grandmother had been quite sick, and I spent some time back home helping with her. She got much better, and when I returned, there were not that many openings left for student teachers.."

My advisor told me that this one was available, but it would be much harder since it was a remedial class. After thinking about it, I thought, well, the whole point of teaching is helping people, so I accepted this position. And in a nutshell, that's how I got here."

Mrs. Cook smiled at me, and I realized that as I had told her the story I had managed to stop crying, and as she smiled at me, it made me feel a whole lot better.

"Mrs. Cook, I want to thank you for treating me so nice, and not making me feel like a complete fool. I can do that easily enough by myself. I am ready to work, and ready to learn. What do you want me to do first?"

"I am so looking forward to working with you - I'm sure there is so much you can teach me...."

 

[DeityMun]

((OOC: Nice posts, ladies!))

 

[Honey_B]

If she only knew…

“My dear Lauren, you needn’t call me Mrs. Cook. I’m not married anyway. Please call me Holly.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and was pleased when Lauren smiled slightly.

“Lauren, we are going to be working very closely together during the next few months. I know it may not be possible now, but it time, I hope you will trust me. Now, let’s get you doing something that will get your mind off your embarrassment and thinking about the job you have come here to do.”

My businesslike manner was tempered by a smile. I walked over to my desk and picked up a stack of class lists.

“These are the class lists for this fall. Take them and write the names of the students into those books over there. We’ll be passing them out tomorrow and I need to know if we have enough.”

I pointed to several stacks of textbooks lined up against the wall. Being given a task did seem to help Lauren calm down. She’s a hard worker. As she went through the lists, she had to bend over and pick up each text. As I started preparing my lesson plans at my desk, I watched her. The sight of her tight little ass in that short skirt was very distracting and I found myself spending more time watching her than working on my plans.

 

[missla]

Lauren

Mrs. Cook quickly told me not to call her Mrs. Cook, but to call her Holly, since she was not married. I smiled at her and apologized again. "I'm so sorry - I just assumed that you WERE married. I guess that just proves what happens when you assume."

She moved over to her desk and gave me a stack of lists to work on for the new students. "I'll get right to work on them, Mrs..er..Holly. You can count on me."

As I started working on the books, I began to wonder why Holly was not married. She was definitely a beautiful woman, and I'm sure she could have her choice of many men. She was built very attractively, and you couldn't help but notice how well her jeans fit her figure. They were quite tight, and I knew that not everyone could wear jeans that tight and still look good, but she definitely could! I wondered if maybe she was divorced, but then thought, "Lauren you goof - it's none of your business! Just get your work done."

I glanced around at Holly, and she happened to be looking at me right as I did. We smiled slightly at each other, and I turned back to my work. After a while, I was finished with the project, and as I slid the last book into place, turned and caught Holly's eyes again. I noticed that she certainly had a nice smile.

"Well, that finishes that - we had just enough books for the students. What next?"

 

[Honey_B]

I looked up from the lesson plans I was writing. Lauren was looking adorably rumpled from the work of stacking the books. Her shirt was clinging to her breasts in way that made it difficult to keep from staring.

"You know, Lauren, you look like you could use a break. Why don't you come sit down and we'll have a chat about this class."

My eyes followed her luscious curves as she took a chair near my desk. The boys in the class were going to eat her alive. I watched as the fabric of her skirt pulled tight across her ass as she sat down. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind eat-

Hold it, Hol! You've got to put a stop to that kind of thinking. She's delicious, but you could get fired.

Still, as I moved my chair closer and smelled her perfume, I thought it might just be worth it. Her auburn hair fell over her cheek and I had the irresistable impulse to brush it away. My fingers touched the softness of her skin and I pulled my hand away as I felt her jump at my touch. My God, what was I doing!

"I would like to go over your instructional aims..."

As we talked about the coming semester, my awareness of Lauren increased. I couldn't help but notice the sensual curve of her lip, the delicate sweep of her jaw. Quite simply she was breathtaking.

 

[missla]

Lauren

Holly said that we should take a break, and invited me over to sit with her to talk about the class. I could have continued working, but found that I welcomed the opportunity to visit with her. I sat in the chair right next to her desk - "Holly, I think I am going to really enjoy teaching with you, and I just want to thank you again for being so nice to me."

Holly smiled at me - she had quite a beautiful smile - and began to tell me about the class in general. It seemed as if she was looking right into my eyes at times, but I just passed it off as my imagination. I inadvertantly dropped a pencil, and bent over to pick it up. I at back up and recrossed my legs, and my skirt rode up a bit higher than I intended it to be.

I pulled down the edge a bit, and raised my head and saw noticed Holly was looking at me again. She then reached her hand over to my cheek and her fingers softly brushed against it as she pushed a couple of strands of my hair back, that had fallen when I had leaned over.

The touch of her hand against my skin caused me to jump slightly, and I could feel myself blushing as Holly pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, Holly - I didn't mean to jump. I guess I am still a little nervous."

I looked up at her and smiled, and she smiled back at me, her eyes seeming to look right into mine. "What a goof," I thought - "you've got to control your imagination..."

 

[Honey_B]

Holly

We just sat for a moment, starring into each other’s eyes. It was spooky but I already felt a connection with this girl I had just met.

“Knock. Knock.”

The spell was broken between us and I turned to see Phil Kemper enter my classroom. His arms were loaded down with packs of loose-leaf paper and pencils.

“Holly, you had better get to the supply closet before they run out of everything!”

I blinked at the rude intrusion, knowing the reason behind it.

“Thanks for the reminder, Phil.”

He nodded and his eyes shifted to Lauren, nakedly devouring her delicious form.

“Phil, this is my new student teacher, Lauren Walker.”

Lauren kind of waved hi.

“Nice to meet you. Very nice to meet you in fact”

This was said to Lauren’s chest.

“Phil, we have loads of work to do and we do need to get to the supply closet, so…”

I let the impatience creep into my voice. The jerk took the hint for once and left without saying a word, a hurt expression on his fleshy face. When the door had closed, I turned back to Lauren.

“You have just met Phil Kemper, science teacher. Manages to stay one step ahead of a sexual harassment suit and two steps behind his students.”

We both laughed. God, she had a sexy smile.

 

[missla]

Lauren

As Holly and I sat looking at each other, I could feel that we were going to get to be very good friends. Suddenly a loud knock sounded on the door, and in walked a man, who Holly obviously knew, and introduced me to him. I gave him a quick smile and then turned away, secretly wishing that he was gone.

He was talking to Holly about getting some supplies, and when I glanced back up, he was staring right at me, his eyes looking me over a little too closely for my liking. "Oh brother," I thought, "not one of those...."

I looked over at Holly and she quickly told him that we needed to get to work. He looked at us both and smiled, and then left the room. As the door closed, Holly quickly turned to me and said he was one step ahead of sexual harassment and two steps behind the students. I laughed at her description and said, "You know, I could kind of tell that about him. I'll keep my distance from him."

Holly joined me in laughing, and as she did, I looked into her eyes. They were quite beautiful, and looked like they could melt just about anything. I glanced down, and again wondered why I was so overdressed - me in my skirt and Holly in jeans. I uncrossed my legs and stood up looked at Holly and said, "Well, do you think we should go get those supplies?"

 

[Honey_B]

“Yes, we should. I’ll give you the five cent tour on the way.” I stood up and stretched, feeling my shirt spread tight across my chest. I was proud of my full breasts. After all, sometimes they were the only thing that kept my student’s attention. It pleased me to see that Lauren noticed.

I reached behind my desk and grabbed a large basket.

“You are about to participate in one of the secret rituals of teaching,” I told her as we walked out of the classroom and I shut the door.

Lauren gave me a confused look.

“Raiding the supply closet. I’m glad I have an extra pair of hands this year.”

As we walked down the hall, I named off the various classrooms we passed.

“This high school is huge. You might get lost a couple times before the week is out. I know I did. If you do get lost, ask a teacher for help. The students are just as likely to make things worse.” We shared another laugh and I put my arm around Lauren’s shoulder again and gave her a playful squeeze. It was an excuse to touch her again, but I didn’t care.

“Here we are.”

The supply closet - It was jam-packed with all kinds of school and office supplies, stacked on shelves that ran from floor to ceiling on all three sides. The closet was true to its name with barely enough room for two people to move around in. Perfect! I set the basket on the floor and shut the door.

“Just grab what you can and put it in the basket. We’ll sort it out later.”

 

[missla]

Lauren

Holly stood up and stretched a bit and said that yes, we should go and get the supplies. As she reached her arms out wide, the material of her shirt pulled tightly across her chest, accentuating even more her full breasts - she was definitely built.

We walked out of the classroom and walked down the hall, she leading me toward the supply closet. Holly was walking slightly ahead of me, and began naming off all of the classrooms we passed. I was trying to make a mental note of all she was telling me, but I found myself watching Holly walk on ahead of me. Her tight jeans fit her perfectly, and I wondered how many boyfriends she had - certainly she must have plenty to choose from.

"Here we are," I heard her say, and the words kind of snapped me out of my daydreaming. When we both realized that I was in a sort of daze, we looked at each other and both laughed. Holly put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a quick hug, pulling me close to her. Our eyes met briefly, then she opened the door and we stepped into the tiny room. It was clear that there could not be too many people in there at once - it seemed we would both barely fit in.

Holly put her basket on the floor and shut the door behind her. "Just grab what you can and we can sort it later." Following her instructions, I began to randomly pick up what looked like it might be important and dropped it in the basket. I picked up another load in my hands and turned to put it in the basket and bumped into Holly. I was startled, and immediately dropped all that was in my hands. As I stooped down to pick up what I had dropped, I said, "Well, here I go again..Miss Clumsy."

I looked up at Holly - "I'm sorry...."

 

[Honey_B]

I made the decision and moved. Just a step closer, so that when Lauren stood up, her body would scrape against mine.

“Oh stop! It’s really nothing and you are hardly Miss Clumsy!”

She stood up and the softness of Lauren’s breast brushed against my thigh. The contact was electric, but I didn’t allow my face to show the slightest reaction. Sure I wanted to push her against the shelves and thrust my tongue between her soft, red lips. Instead, I decided to tease her. I reached over Lauren’s shoulder to pick up a box of brads behind her. The movement caused our breasts to come into contact and I heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Besides, it is close in here. See. We keep bumping into each other.”

I stepped back as much as the closet would allow. Noticing that Lauren’s skirt was wrenched up on one side, I reached out and pulled it down, letting my fingers linger just a bit on her thigh. I turned and opened the closet door, stepping out into the hallway.

“Lauren, you’ve been working hard and there’s not much left to do before tomorrow. I’ll make you a deal. You can leave early as long as you let me make you dinner tonight. I’d like to celebrate your big day tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

 

[missla]

Lauren

I began to stand up, and due to the tight confines of the closet, as I moved upward, I could not help but brush against Holly. She reassured me that I was not as clumsy as I thought as I raised up. She was so close that as I moved, my chest rubbed slightly against her thigh. I could feel a spark run through my breasts as it happened, but I tried to move a bit so we wouldn't be so close.

When I was standing, Holly smiled and reached to the shelf beside me to pick up another small box. As she did, her breasts moved against mine - another spark ran through me, and I thought to myself - "Why am I getting this feeling?" Holly moved back and said, "It's close in here - we keep bumping into one another."

She reached down and smoothed my skirt - it was short enough, but when I stood back up, one side caught and was definitely showing a lot of leg. I felt her fingers briefly brush my skin, sending yet another jolt through me. Holly then moved her hand and opened the door, and we stepped out into the hallway. She commented that we were really done for the day and I was surprised when she said that I could go ahead and leave, but then asked me if she could make me dinner.

I looked at her as she smiled at me, and I quickly smiled back. "Well, I think that I have made a lot more of a mess today than I should - you really don't have to do that." Holly looked at me waiting for my next words. "But, I really don't have any other plans for tonght, so yes, I would love that. Thanks." She grinned back at me as we began to walk back down the hall.

How lucky I was, my first time out, to be able to work with such a nice and caring teacher...

 

[Honey_B]

I couldn't have been more thrilled when Lauren accepted my offer. It presented an opportunity to see what this gorgeous you woman was like outside of school. I had already made my decision about her, but I had to know for sure. All that nervous energy. The way she stared at my ass every chance she got. Her reaction to my touch. It could all mean only one thing.

We walked back to the classroom in silence. When we got back, I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to me.

"Lauren, I am so glad you're here. I think this is going to be a year we both won't forget."

I looked into those big, beautiful eyes, smiling at the sweet innocence I saw reflecting from them. Dropping my hands, I turned to my desk.

"Let me just give you directions to my house."

I jotted down the information and handed her the slip of paper.

"Let's say 6:00? That will give you a chance to change into something a little more casual."

I couldn't resist teasing her and was rewarded with another blush and smile.

 

[missla]

Lauren

We walked back to the classroom, and when we got there, Holly turned toward me and put her hands on my shoulders. She smiled at me and told me that she was glad I was there, and how this would be a fun year.

"Well, Holly, I hope that I don't disappoint you - I'll do the best that I can."

She removed her hands and wrote down the directions to her house, and told me to be there around 6:00. I took the paper and said, "Holly, I just want to thank you for being so nice to me. I mean, most teachers would have sent me on my way after the way I started out."

I glanced at my watch and said, "If I am going to make it to your house by 6, then I need to get going so I can get ready." It was hard to believe that the day had passed so quickly! I smiled at Holly, and we said our goodbyes, and I left.

The drive home gave me a chance to relax a bit and think over the events of the day. I walked into the school as scared as can be, and though I had only know Holly part of one day, it seemed like I had known her for quite some time. We had certainly hit it off it seemed.

I got home and quickly jumped into the shower. I didn't have just a whole lot of time, and I certainly didn't want to be late. I had already seemingly messed up enough for one day. As I showered, I thought about Holly - she was so attractive, much more so than any of the teachers I had when I was in school, and she seemed like she was more than a friend than a superior. I found myself daydreaming about the day, when I finally snapped out of it and realized that I had better get a move on.

I finished, dried off and stepped into the closet to choose my clothes. I wanted to pick the right thing for dinner, and Holly had told me to be casual. I settled on a short khaki skirt and a denim shirt. I stepped into my matching black bra and g-string, and then put on the skirt and shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror - not too bad, and I certainly felt casual and refreshed.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had just enough time to get to her house. As I drove over, I felt like I was just going out with the girls, not going over to my boss's house. I found her house and pulled into the drive. I got out and walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. As I did, for some reason I got kind of nervous.

It didn't take long before the door opened and there was Holly...

 

[Honey_B]

Summer still had a hold on this part of New York. As soon as I had gotten home, I had thrown off my clothes, getting naked as quickly as I could. I left a trail of cast-off garments from the front door to the bathroom.

The stingy spray of the shower felt wonderful on my heated flesh. I just let the water coarse down my body for what seemed like an eternity, thinking about Lauren the whole time. It wasn’t just her beauty that got me. It was her sweet innocence. So delicious. So imminently corruptible. I sensed in her a deep-seated need to please that went far beyond the fact that I would be evaluating her.

Still lose in my reverie, I picked up a bar of soap and lathered my breasts. I teased my nipples into hard points, even as I imagined doing the same to Lauren. My fingers slid down my torso, trailing soap bubbles. Teasing myself, I parted my lips and ran my soapy hand over the length of my slit, feeling my cunt respond to both my caress and my thoughts. I couldn’t linger though. And now was not the time, anyway. Quickly finishing my shower, I went to the bedroom to decide what to wear. I would have loved to pull out the black leather, but I didn’t want to scare the poor child. I settled on black linen shorts and a black silk tank top. Black strappy sandals completed the outfit.

The doorbell rang just as I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up. I scooped up my discarded clothes as I ran downstairs, throwing the lot into the front closet before opening the door. Lauren’s fresh-faced beauty struck me anew.

“Come on in, Lauren.”

She stepped inside and I closed the door. I caught her scent as she walked past me. Light, floral, and intensely feminine.

“Welcome to my humble abode. If you like, we can sit out on the patio. I’m going to grill up some chicken for a Caesar’s salad. Can I get you something to drink?”

 

[missla]

Lauren

The door opened and there she was - I found myself thinking that she looked even sexier than she had at the school. She was dressed in black shorts and a blank silk tank top, that for some reason really accentuated her full breasts. Her long legs were shown off absolutely perfectly, and their lighter color was a perfect contrast to the black shorts. Holly smiled and invited me in.

I walked through the door and accidently brushed into Holly as I made my way in. She closed the door behind me as she told me about our dinner plans.

"Would you like to sit out on the patio, and would you like something to drink." I followed her through the house and couldn't help but watch her rear end as it softly swayed back and forth under the shorts as she walked. I could not believe that I was actually watching another girl's ass! I came back to my senses and decided, yes, I definitely needed a drink.

"I would love one - how's the bartender around here? What do you suggest?'

 

[Honey_B]

"You know I have a perfectly lovely Chardonnay chilling. Would you like a glass?"

When Lauren said that she would, I grabbed the bottle, two glasses, and a corkscrew.

"Come on, let's go outside."

I nudged the screen door open with a leg and stepped out onto my terra cotta patio. The day was just beginning to soften into twilight. Lauren followed me through the door.

"Lauren, could you grab the matches on the kitchen counter and light the candles I've got out here. I'll pour the wine."

She did what I asked and I watched the way her skirt clung to her ass when she stepped up into the house. If I got what I wanted, I would be running my hands over those soft curves, the skirt a forgotten memory. My cunt moistened at the thought.

I sat down on the large divan I have out there and opened the wine. The lush warmth of the day seeped into my skin and the feel of the cool wine slipping over my tongue felt sinfully delicious. One hundred and eighty days of the year I put on an act, playing the professional teacher. My evenings saw me undergo a transformation where my true nature was set free. It had to be so or I would have gone insane long ago.

The door slid open and I watched her graceful movements as she lit the candles, the flow of her sinuous muscles underneath her clothing. Soon the patio was cast in a soft glow.

“Come. Sit down by me when you are finished.”

I patted the spot on the sofa next to me.

 

[missla]

Lauren

"I would love to have a glass of wine - that sounds wonderful."

Holly grabbed the bottle of wine and the glasses and we went out the door onto her patio. She asked me to get the matches so we could light the candles, and I returned into the kitchen to get them. I quickly found the matches and turned back to go out the door.

I paused for a moment as I saw Holly sit down to open the wine. As she sat, her shorts slipped way up her leg, and I found myself once more admiring their wonderful shape. I watched for another moment, and then opened the door and stepped outside. I struck a match, and moved from candle to candle, until each one was lit, brightening the patio area as the sun began to set.

""Come sit beside me," I heard her say as she patted the seat beside her. I smiled at her as I walked over and sat down, smoothing the bottom of my skirt, hoping it would not ride up too high...

 

[Honey_B]

Watching her as she sat down, I hoped her skirt would ride higher on her thigh. My eyes lingered on her newly exposed skin and I let them, letting Lauren see that I was looking. I smiled ever so slightly.

As I handed her the glass of cool white wine, our fingers met, brushing in that portentous way that happens when two people are destined to be lovers. The contact jostled her glass and a few drops of wine slipped onto Lauren's leg. She gasped and I laughed softly. Her nervous little utterances were becoming endlessly adorable.

"You've spilled, silly. Let me help you."

I ran a finger over the top of her naked thigh, collecting droplets of wine on my fintertips. Lauren watched the movement of my hand. She had skin that was tanned and taunt, the kind of thighs you wanted to caress for hours with your tongue. Her eyes followed my fingers as I lifted them to my mouth. I licked off the wine off each one with the tip of my tongue. Settling back with my own wine, I took a sip. It didn't taste nearly as sweet.

"I love the way you wear clothes, Lauren. Showing off those extraordinary legs you've got. I bet you've got guys eating out of your hand."