Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

"Oh, please, won't you let me stay? Miss Daventry? My mother doesn't expect me till late; she knows I'm helping you."

"But there's nothing here for you to do, it's all done."

"Uh, couldn't I just keep you company?"

"All right, dear. If you like."

She caught my hand and brought it to her lips. Embarrassed by the unexpected contact, I acted casual and pretended to ignore it, turning away and focusing on the clipboard in my lap. Only the kiss went on and on, and I knew that it wasn't just her lips but her tongue too that was caressing me, exploring the spaces between my fingers, the hollow of my palm, and the sensation was like a charge of electricity coursing through my body. I made a noise in my throat, an expression of disapproval. She let go and stepped back, swinging around and moving off toward a pile of dusty old props in the comer evidently seeking to hide her shame.

"Noelle? Why did you do that?"

"I-I'm sorry. I just felt like it. You know why. It's because I love you. Because you're so beautiful."

"Oh? Tell me more. I might as well hear all of it. But don't stand in the corner, come back here where I can see you."

"Yes'm. Are you mad at me?"

"No. Not really. Come closer, don't be afraid. Here!" My gesture was peremptory. "Right here."

She nodded and sank to the floor at my feet. For a fleeting instant her eyes probed mine questioning, and then she sighed happily and leaned back to rest her head against me. Against my knee, like a pet hoping for affection.

I stroked her hair. "Now tell me."

"Hmm? Oh. I-I'll try." She trembled as my hand moved down to caress the nape of her neck. "Oooh! When you touch me like that, I can hardly talk. But-but I have to, I have to tell you everything, Miss Daventry. I love you. I want to kiss you. I want to do things for you. Like women do when they're in love, you know?"

"Huh? What do you know about women in love?"

"I-I saw it once. When my aunt came to visit. She had a friend with her, a girl friend, and I watched them one night when my folks were out. I was too young to understand then, but I've never forgotten it."

"And you think you understand now? No, never mind, don't answer that. Noelle, please go home, I'd like to be alone awhile, I've got some understanding to do myself. I'm not angry, I just want you to get up and go home now, my dear. All right?"

"Yes, ma'm. Whatever you say… "

That ended it, giving me a chance to get over the shock. A gay proposition, imagine, and from a mere child! And it wasn't just a schoolgirl crush as I had suspected, oh no, this kid had seen lesbians in action and knew what she wanted. Better yet, she practically worshiped me already and would knock herself out to follow every safety rule-I laid down for her, making it easy to keep my sinful little fling a secret. So meek. So submissive. Such a cute toy for me to play with. And best of all, so safe! I'd be finished with my stint and leaving town long before either of us could get cocky enough to take any unnecessary risks, the kind that might lead to scandal. The temptation was irresistible. Now it was only a matter of figuring out when…

No problem. I did some research around my rooming-house, just enough to learn what the safest nights were. Not that we had to meet in secret, actually, a teacher asking her pupil over to work on an upcoming assembly program; what harm would anybody see in that? And if any unforeseen danger did popup, we could play it cool and sit downstairs in the living room and look busy. But my research paid off-Friday was the best night, everybody went to the local movie palace, leaving the coast clear for me and my eager young guest. And there we were the two of us in my room with the door locked-and the rest of the house empty.

I didn't waste much time getting down to business, delaying it just a few minutes to stress the need for secrecy. Then, quite boldly, “Well? Do you want to make love to me?"

You-you mean it? You'll let me?"

"Uh-huh. Give me a hand with my clothes."

She caught her breath and let her eyelashes droop, suddenly shy again now that the chips were down. The freckles on her nose were delightfully appealing. Her hesitation was brief though, and soon I was naked on the bed touched only by the cool sheet and the adoring warmth of her eyes…

"Oh, you're so beautiful!"

"Don't tell me, show me. Show me with a kiss."

"Uh, can I kiss you… uh… "

"Whatever you like, darling. I'm all yours."

I saw her shiver, standing there and looking down at me, at my naked and inviting body. And then, as if her limbs had gone limp, she simply sank down upon me with just enough control to stay on target-a headlong dive between my thighs. I moaned rapturously, feeling my cunt, my long-neglected cunt, become a mouthful for that untutored but enthusiastic mouth.

Her moan sounded in response to mine. But even as I heard the noise, her tongue seemed to graze something extra sensitive down there, prodding me into a convulsive reaction, a spasmodic series of twists and jerks and twitches. I arched up to smear myself all over her face, all wet and squishy, the two of us, giving a special intimacy to the juncture of that burrowing face and my wedged-open cunt, the intimacy of sharing…

That was quite a night, our first but by no means last. We met often after that, every time my preparatory safety check allowed us to. I taught her how to lick my ass with that small but highly maneuverable tongue of hers, an accomplishment that she took to with great pride, aware of doing something that her visiting aunt hadn't done, She did it well, too, somehow always managing to go beyond my expectations in any new trick. I knew what it was to have every nerve singing, vibrating in concert while my torso squirmed slowly on the tip of her tongue. And I knew we would miss each other sorely when my sojourn in Hagersville ran its course, a day neither of us looked forward to.

Oddly enough, it wasn't until fairly late in the month that I learned something about her that everybody else already knew: the kid's father was a big wheel on the School Board. I had a queasy fit of giggles over that, but it was nothing to get panicky about, of course-just a whimsical twist, good for a laugh, something to remember in my old age. And then another twist!-it became something to pay attention to right then and there. As a practice teacher, it seemed that I had won the wholehearted approval of the local gentry, especially for my dramatics workshop and assembly programs, and was being considered for a permanent position next year after I got my degree. It was quite an honor and the money would be good, a cut above most beginning teachers in the state. Better yet, I would be in charge of all the plays and productions, a job to satisfy my craving for theatrical work; what a terrific deal!

But now, all of a sudden, it wasn't so funny to be fooling around with the daughter of a Board bigwig. For that matter, I was jeopardizing a good thing by fooling around at all. The time had come to break it off, but quick, and I did exactly that, trying to let Noelle down easy but still hurting her feelings in the procedure. It had to be a clean break, naturally, so that I wouldn't be stuck with the same problem next year. But the kid couldn't see it from my viewpoint and got so sulky that I wondered if her parents wouldn't notice it and start worrying about her. Which was why I decided to humor her when she telephoned that Saturday afternoon and told me to come over; her folks were out for the day and she had the house to herself, a perfect opportunity for the two of us to get together again, just this once.

I went, hoping to talk some sense into her. Only it wasn't exactly a peaceful occasion, much to my regret. She was pretty upset, on the brink of hysteria practically, raving and ranting about my falling in love with somebody else, one of the beautiful girls in the big assembly show I was rehearsing. I got angry and called her a brat. She retaliated, calling me a bitch and slapping my face. I slapped her back and then all hell broke loose as we traded strangle holds and tumbled to the floor. Someone's foot raked across an electric cord, yanking a big lamp from its table; it toppled and smashed, scattering bits of broken bulb all over the place.