Anonymous - She!

"Oh, no," I said without thinking. She looked at me, waiting for what I was going to say, as I tried to make my complaint seem reasonable to her. "I'm 15, ma'am. I was hoping…" How to say this. My mind was racing. She looked startled.

"Oh! You, ah, look much older." I saw her look at the front of my tanktop. "When's your birthday?"

Sidetracked and not thinking very well I blurted out the day I'd incarnated. "May second, ma'am."

"Miss," she said in passing in response to the ma'am. "That's different. You should be a freshman this year for your age group. Well," she smiled. "You're a very intelligent young lady. I'm impressed.

"Oh, but now there's another problem, isn't there?" I hoped she'd come up with a reasonable sounding reason for me. "You'd be leaving all your middle school friends behind, wouldn't you?"

"Ah, yeah," I stumbled. That really wasn't an issue since I hadn't been in school here before and she would soon see it. She was even quicker than I thought she might be.

"No, that's not a problem since you weren't here last year." She smiled again. "Since you'll be making new friends in any case, the question returns to what you want to do." I started to say something but she held up her hand.

"At your last school, how well did you do studying? Did you have a hard time getting the work done on time?" I shook my head. That wasn't the problem.

She looked more closely at me then, her face as close to serious at it seemed capable of.

"You've still got a problem. What is it, sweetheart?" She was very perceptive. I decided she must be very good at her job. She stood then and rounded the little desk to squat beside my chair. The action made it impossible for me to ignore her. The way she poised, I could see down into her jacket to her breasts, laid open on the silk lining to the nipples. And at the same time, her knee tipped up toward me so I could see down the length of her thigh to the narrow white stripe of her panties between her legs. She looked up into my eyes.

"I guess I don't want to be a freak. The class brain or something," I said, trying to put it in a patois that would make it believable.

"Oh, I don't think that would be a problem. I mean, you wouldn't even have to mention your age if you didn't want. And, I said, you look older." Again her eyes went to my breasts through the tanktop. Her hand was on my bare knee below the hem of my skirt.

"Of course, you may have some gaps that would be filled in if you were to endure the freshman and sophomore years. But you're just too intelligent to be subjected to that for two years. You really have to make a decision between 11th and 12th grade. It would be terrible for you to be wasted for two years."

I thought about it. There really didn't seem to be any reason why I needed to stay with Minni's school class just because of my age. I certainly could better use the knowledge I might gain from the upper class. I decided then.

"Senior," I mumbled.

"What? Senior? Okay. But you know that you're going to have to work very hard to keep up with your class." I nodded. She smoothly stood back up and leaned more comfortably against the desk. I was sure she didn't notice that the button on her jacket had come undone. The tailoring pulled it open so I found myself looking from the high waist of her skirt, just below her bellybutton, to her neck in an only slightly occluded way. The jacket poised at her nipples, almost half her areola showing. I gulped.

"Do you think you can compete with the other students on that level?" she asked as she put her hands on the edge of the desk and opened the jacket the rest of the way.

"I think so," I said, looking at her face but seeing only her naked breasts in my peripheral vision.

"Socially, perhaps," she began. "You, ah, may have a few problems. The, ah, boys…" It was obvious she found this topic a little out of her depth. "… they might, ah…"

I stood up then and moved toward her, purposely putting one hand on either side of her, inside her jacket and resting my hands on her naked back. She immediately tried to stand more solidly and her hands came to my sides. I was almost as tall as she was and only turned my head slightly and brought my lips to hers. They were already puckered in a surprised gasp.

I let my tongue taste her lipstick and then the tip of her tongue at her white teeth. I don't know how I expected her to react, but it wasn't the way she did. She pulled her head back and pulled her glasses off before bringing her lips back to mine and her arms around my back.

The moan, deep in her throat, seemed to say more about her feelings than even her body against mine. As she continued the kiss, her hands moved my tanktop up until the material was atop my breasts, our nipples pressing into each others'.

My hands went down her sides to her skirt and pulled the sides of the material upward until she pushed herself upright and let it rise above the desktop. Her hands had been busy at the same time, pulling my skirt up until, as I felt hers above her conjunction, mine could press into her newly bared wetness.

Sitting on the edge of the desk as she was, her pubis was prominent and pressed into me. She was making almost uncontrolled mewling sounds as her body pumped into my wet channel. She was saying, "Oh, oh, oh," over and over again as our mouths fought for eminence.

She came against me in just that way, not needing the stimulus of fingers or lips beyond our kisses and our wandering hands on each others' backs and sides.

After long climaxes, we moved apart, cupping each others' breasts in both hands and smiling at each other.

"I think," she said as she panted under my fingers, "that you'll have very few social problems in the senior class."

I moved away a step and felt my skirt settled back around my thighs though I didn't pull down my tanktop. She still leaned there with her skirt pulled up around her hips and her jacket opened wide across her large breasts and still swollen nipples.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she said with a big grin. "I have an appointment with the superintendent of schools in five minutes." She smiled even more broadly and leaned close in a conspiratorial vein. "He's thirty-three, unmarried, and hung like a horse," she said and laughed. "He likes professional women."

She led me to the door, pulling my tanktop down for me and carefully buttoning her jacket. We walked together to the main office of the administration building and she waved her fingers at me.

"I think that during the school year, you are going to need a great deal more counseling, Sue. College. Careers. I don't know what all." I waved back with a bashful bend of my shoulders.

"See you then." She turned into the office.

Their mother had given them firm orders to wake me before it got dark but, as young boys often do, they'd gotten interested in something else and lost track of time. I'd fallen asleep sometime in the afternoon, the sun still warm on the expanses of naked skin that showed around the tiny green bikini. Though it was mid-summer, the night air was chilly on my reddened skin.

Picking up my suntan lotion and book, I walked through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. I didn't have to use any imagination to know where the boys were. I could hear their play clearly as they wrestled in the family room.

I put my things on the kitchen counter near the door, where I often left them, and went to the family room. Dressed only in swimsuits, both boys had red spots and welts on their bodies from what had obviously been an extended wrestling match.

"Boys!" I yelled at them. They laughed between themselves, taking no heed of me at all. "Stop it! You're not supposed to wrestle in here! You'll break something! Now stop!"

Finally they did in a noisy, energy-filled tangle that threatened to break into continued wrestling at the next moment. I walked close to them, bending to separate them.