C Ralston - Horny office girls

"Linda, could you please stay a few minutes after class to day?" Jennifer asked the attractive teenager in the most friendly, innocuous-sounding tone she could muster.

Linda looked sullen and uncooperative at first, but she gradually nodded her head. She seemed to realize it would do little good to tell Jennifer no.

"I pulled your file and discovered you live only a few blocks from my house," Jennifer told Linda as soon as all of the other girls had filed out of the classroom. "How about my giving you a ride home? We can stop off briefly and talk. It's more… uh, private than this room."

Linda nodded again, but she gave the voluptuous young teacher a particularly sour look.

"I'm not surprised you don't want to talk about fucking my boss here at school, Miss Halsted," Linda said with rancor. "No telling who might walk in and overhear us."

Jennifer looked around quickly and made sure no one was left in the room. To her relief, there was no one around.

"Let's go," Jennifer insisted, an edge to her voice.

The two women made their way out to the parking lot and got into Jennifer's old Mustang. The teacher slapped the car into gear and roared out of the lot, still too angry to look at her student. She decided to wait until she was inside her own little house before screaming at Linda.

The house wasn't far from the school and the way Jennifer was driving, it only took minutes before the two of them were walking into her small living room. Jennifer motioned for the teenager to have a seat, and Linda plopped herself down on the sofa. She folded her arms across her chest, and looked bored but defiant.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" the instructor offered, feeling she had to at least appear to be hospitable.

"If I'm going to have to endure what I think I am, I'd like something with booze in it," Linda answered with a toss of her dark hair.

Jennifer's eyes blued, but she held her tongue. She decided to have a rum and Coke herself, hoping the liquor would help take the edge off her temper. Then she asked herself why a small nip of alcohol might not have the same calming effect on bitchy young Linda that Jennifer was hoping it might have on herself. She mixed them both fairly weak drinks, then mentally said what the hell and added another big splash of rum to each.

"Here, drink this," Jennifer said in a challenging tone. "Maybe it'll take some of the starch out of those sails, young lady. I want to talk woman to woman, not bitch to cunt."

Linda looked properly shocked by such language from the normally straight Miss Halsted. The blonde girl gulped her drink and winced at the sting of the healthy slug of liquor.

"Thought you were a tough, booze-guzzling little number!" Jennifer chided her student as Linda made the face.

"I can hold my liquor with the best of 'em!" Linda replied. "And I resent your trying to make me feel like some kind of cheap little slut. You're the biggest slut I know!"

Jennifer steamed. She slugged down a reassuring mouthful of rum and Coke and felt a rush as the alcohol hit her almost immediately.

"So I'm a slut, am I?" the angry teacher began. "Well, I'll have you know your boss nearly raped me in that office! He forced himself upon me… almost ripped my dress off. I may have gone in there wanting him, but he wasn't going to let me out of that office…"

The girl's voice trailed off as she thought about what she had almost admitted to her teacher.

"Oh, now I see," Jennifer said with a catty little smile. "So he's been dipping his cock in your cunt too – is that why you're so upset about finding him with me?"

Linda finished the rest of her drink in a swallow. She sat the glass on the coffee table and fidgeted in her seat, not wanting to admit to Miss Halsted that she and Huston had been lovers.

"My, my, my," Jennifer clucked her tongue. "That man must be made of iron or at least his cock must be. I know for a fact that he's fucking that little redheaded secretary regularly, too. I wonder how many other girls working in his office get Huston's prick once or twice a week?"

The teenager's mouth dropped open. She could forgive her beloved boss one slip with a woman as stunning as Jennifer Halsted, but she couldn't believe that Pat was fucking everything that moved, in the office building.

The thought punched a big hole in Linda's self-confidence and in her daydreams about her and Pat.

"B-but I thought I was the only one!" Linda suddenly blurted aloud. "I thought maybe… someday…"

Jennifer laughed… "I had forgotten how naive girls could be at your age. Grow, up. Huston's a great fuck, but that's all he is. Don't pin any hopes on his kind."

It was clear from Linda's pained expression that she was beginning to see how silly she had been. Her lower lip began to tremble, the more she thought about it, and her eyes slowly filled with tears.

Cruelty was not really part of Jennifer Halsted's nature. As she sipped her drink and watched her young student coming apart in front of her on the couch, Jennifer felt progressively worse about what she had said and the way she had said it. She remembered some of her early teenage crushes and how badly it had hurt when she had realized the men involved would never care about her.

"Aw, come on, honey it'll be all right," Jennifer said finally as Linda began to sob.

The tall blonde teacher went over to the girl and sat down on the couch next to her. She put her arm around Linda and rested the girl's head on her shoulder, running her fingers through her raven hair.

"All women make fools of themselves over men," Jennifer assured the girl. "You're just a little younger than most."

Linda buried her head in her instructor's shoulder and cried freely. She felt much better when her tears stopped at last. The continued stroking of Jennifer's hand on her soft hair and the whispered reassurances in her ear made Linda feel protected and cared for, and took the sting out of knowing that Huston was the kind of man that just used women and then discarded them.

Jennifer smiled at Linda and kissed her on the forehead. She straightened the girl's tangled locks, her fingers brushing tenderly along Linda's soft cheek.

Impulsively, Linda put her arms around the older woman's neck and kissed her on the lips. It had been meant as a thankful sisterly kiss, but something happened between the two of them the moment Linda's mouth met Jennifer's.

A spark of tingling illicit pleasure shot between the two girls. Jennifer had felt nothing like it since a night five years ago in college when she and her roommate had gotten drunk at a party and had ended up in the same bed when they had gotten home. It was Jennifer's one and only lesbian experiment and it had scared both her and her roommate so much that they had never mentioned it to each other, let alone tried to repeat the experience.

One look into Linda's sparkling green eyes and Jennifer could see the young girl felt it too. There was a hungry, thrilled look there, a longing to try something new and totally lewd, the kind of look Patrick Huston had probably seen in those youthful eyes the first time he had put his hands on her.

The thought seized Jennifer and wouldn't let go. She had an overpowering desire to do what Huston had done – to put her hands all over Linda's delightfully nubile body and explore the budding mounds and intimate clefts that the lecherous agency owner had explored.

Aching to see if Linda would let her do just that, Jennifer leaned into the girl and kissed her again. It was a hard, demanding kiss this time, and the teacher's hot tongue was moving against the teenager's tender lips.

Linda hesitated for what seemed to both of them an eternity, then opened her mouth. A hiss of excitement escaped the two girls as Jennifer's tongue slithered into Linda's mouth and found the girl's slippery pink one. Jennifer prodded the younger girl's tongue with hers and Linda was suddenly soulkissing the lovely instructor like an old pro. Their two tongues danced and entwined together, sending jolts of excitement through both of them.