Unknown: Girl crazed counselor

"Miss Richardson, may I talk to you for a moment?" Emmylou Mumm asked. She was standing in the high school hallway peeking into Miss Richardson's private office.

"Of course, Emmylou. I'm not busy, what can I do for you?" Miss Roberta Jean Richardson said in a smooth, calm voice. She was the high school counselor.

"I have a problem, but it doesn't have to do with what college I want to go to or anything like that," Emmylou said with a small blush.

"That's okay. I am here to take care of all sorts of problems," Miss Richardson said. The counselor was a tall blonde and quite beautiful.

Miss Richardson placed the palms of her hands flat on her ink blotter atop her desk and looked right into Emmylou's dark eyes. Emmylou sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair on the other side of Miss Richardson's desk.

"I'm not even sure how to begin. Let me put it this way, I am a senior in high school and I have never even been out on a date with a boy," Emmylou said.

"I find that hard to believe, Emmylou. You are so beautiful and sexy. I would have thought you would be quite popular with the boys," Miss Richardson said.

"I guess I am popular but boys don't trust me or something. Maybe they can sense that I don't care for them very much. I think something is wrong with me."

"What do you mean, you don't care for them very much, Emmylou?" Miss Richardson asked. The counselor's brain was working a mile a minute.

"I'm not sure. I talk to other girls and they get all starry eyes and hot and bothered when they think about handsome boys," Emmylou said.

"And you do not feel that way?" Miss Richardson asked. The tall blonde woman could feel herself getting fidgety and she told herself to calm down.

"No. Not at all. I think boys are all rather crude. I think about having sex with them and I don't feel desire. I feel disgust," Emmylou said.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you might just be a late bloomer. Some girls mature in that way more quickly than others," Miss Richardson said.

"I thought that might be the case too for awhile – but there is a part of all of this that I haven't told you yet," Emmylou said.

"Tell me the whole story. I am not going to be able to help you if you keep secrets from me," Miss Richardson said. The tall blonde licked her lips.

"I do have sexual fantasies – quite often, as a matter of fact, but – but…" Emmylou stopped and her face turned as red as a beet.

"But they are not about boys," Miss Richardson said, completing the sentence for the little girl. Emmylou looked relieved and even managed to force a smile.

"That's right. I have sexy daydreams all the time – but they are always about other girls. Girls my own age. Younger girls. Old and older woman," Emmylou said.

"It isn't anything to be ashamed of. It just means that you are a lesbian. There are many of us around," Miss Richardson exclaimed slyly.

"Us?" Emmylou Mumm asked, tilting her head a little to one side. Miss Richardson was looking at her with a funny expression in her baby blue eyes. Miss Richardson was looking at Emmylou in a way no woman had ever looked at her before.

"Yes, Emmylou. I am a lesbian also. I remember when I was your age, or maybe a little younger, I was just as confused. I felt like a freak of nature," Miss Richardson said knowingly.

"Precisely. You are amazing. It's as if you can read my mind," Emmylou said. The little girl realized the counselor was looking at her lustfully.

"I suppose you must be a very horny young lady, Emmylou, not having had any sexual contact at such an advanced age," Miss Richardson said.

"You better believe it! There are some nights when I can't even get to sleep because the ache down there is so great. You know, in between my legs," Emmylou said.

"Have you tried masturbation?" Miss Richardson asked. The tall blonde could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body.

"The truth of the matter is that I haven't. I don't know why exactly. It's not that I think I am going to go blind or anything like that."

"Did your mother tell you that you would grow hair on your palms if you touched yourself in an impure manner?" Miss Richardson inquired.

"Yes, but I didn't believe her. She told me that nice girls always sleep with their hands above the covers, if you know what I mean."

"I do," Miss Richardson said with a knowing nod. The tall blonde could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly.

"I guess when you get right down to it, I was afraid that I would like masturbation too much. I am afraid that I will become obsessed."

"Obsessed with your own pleasure?" Miss Richardson asked. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before all of the mucous membranes down between her legs were thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her lesbian horniness.

"Yes. I was afraid that once I started I would not be able to stop. I don't even know what an orgasm feels like. I don't even know what all of the fuss is about."

"Would you like to learn?" Miss Richardson asked. The woman could feel the little glans inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication.

"Are you going to teach me?" Emmylou Mumm queried with great interest. Her dark eyes were opened wide. She was obviously very excited.

"It would be my pleasure to teach you everything there is to know about sex. Of course, we will have to be very careful," Miss Richardson said.

"I don't understand. We don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything like that," Emmylou said with a funny frown on her cute little kisser.

"Oh no. It's just that I am a counselor and you are a student. I could get fired if someone found out we were fooling around," the woman said.

"I see. The LAST thing I want to do is get you in any trouble, Miss Richardson," Emmylou said. The little girl was leaning forward in her chair. The little girl was rapidly opening and closing her knees – as if she were trying to fan the flame in her crotch.

"After school today I want you to come to my apartment. Do you know where it is?" Miss Richardson asked. Her pussy was moist with juice.

The tall blonde woman knew that it would not be long before her pussy wasn't just moist. Not just damp. Soon it would be soaking wet!

"I do know where it is. You live in that big apartment complex right on the edge of town, right?" Emmylou asked. Her heart was pounding.

Indeed, the little girl's heard was beating so hard at that point that the little girl feared it would pound its way right out of her chest.

"That's right. Apartment 609. If anyone asks why you are going there you just tell them that we are discussing plans for your future."

"There is some truth in that," Emmylou said. "I have to go now but I will be over to your apartment right after school is over. I am looking forward to it. I have been kept in the dark for so long. I feel as if one of the great mysteries of life is about to be solved for me."

It was ten minutes before four o'clock on that Friday afternoon when Emmylou knocked on the door of Roberta Jean Richardson's apartment.

Roberta Jean was there and waiting. The tall blonde opened the door and let Emmylou in. They could feel the heat of their mutual desire.

Indeed, for a moment they were standing so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's body. Both of their pussies were wet.

Miss Richardson locked the door and told Emmylou to set down her books. She took the little girl by the hand and pulled her toward her.

"The first thing you have to learn is how to kiss," Roberta Jean said. The tall blonde made a purring sound deep inside her throat.