hi all

[Justagirl24]

And I don't mind how many people are in the story, aslong as it's set at the college (because it's more of a turn on haha).

I knew it!

Whats this - are you opting in as well?

Or are you just referring to the college theme?

I may get involved, I just may. If that is alright. But I don't know.

[SarahGirl]

OK here is the start of the story for NicNac - just scene setting so far, nice slow build up, I hope

Nicky’s Tale


(or how a young girl gained self-awareness!)

This story is about me, Nicky and Ms Gray, well I shall call her Ms Grey, my Law lecturer and sundry others.


It is the last of one of those bright November days, when you just have to sit outside to soak up the last of the sun’s rays, before the dank winter months closed in. Ms Grey had asked to see me after lunch today, so I know the most likely place to find her was the set of benches outside the canteen, where she would be enjoying her post-lunch coffee. I am late as usual, even so, when I first catch a glance of her, sitting there, in her neat, just below the knee dark brown woollen skirt, loose dark green cashmere (was that really cashmere?) jumper, that hid her lovely form, dark brown hair, I just have to stop, for a moment and drink in the sight of her. Am I in love with her? Maybe! All I know is that every time I see her, my throat goes dry, I get that tingling in my tummy (my tummy not *there*) and I just want to stare. When she asks me a question in class, I get tongue tied and stammer. I have fantasies about her at night, well all right all the time! Is this the big L thing? I don’t know, but its baaaadd, whatever it is!

‘Ms Grey’, I say, when I finally force myself to abandon my watching and walk up to her.

‘Ah! Nicky’, she smiles, rather a secret smile, I can’t help but notice the way she flicks her shoulder length brown hair out of her face, or the sparkle in her brown eyes, ‘How nice of you to come and speak to me at last.’ Before I can respond to this odd statement, she says, ‘Sit down’ in a rather firmer tone than is usual for her. Have I forgotten to give her back one of the books I borrowed, I wonder, although I can’t imagine she would be this ... formal ... about a misplaced crime story.

‘Have you got your mobile on you? Could I see it for a minute?’, she asks. I hand it over, not thinking, until she expertly turns it on and flicks through the last few pictures, to the ones I took of her in class yesterday. ‘I thought you were taking pictures yesterday. Should you really be doing that?’ The answer to this question is clearly no, there is a strict ‘No Mobile Phones In Class’ rule in college, which I had just broken, in the sight of my law lecturer.

‘Why would you want to take pictures of me in class?’, Ms Grey asks musingly, then flicks back further, oh hell! ‘And out of class too, it seems?’ ‘Would this be enough to constitute stalking, do you think?’. There is the slightly teasing tone in her voice that she uses in class to lead lazy students into neat little legal traps, where she keeps them wriggling just long enough to remind them of the benefits of doing their homework. ‘Not really’, I respond weakly, happy to have a question I feel I can answer without hanging myself. I see her smile broaden in the way it does, when the lazy student falls headlong into her trap, sh*t, ‘No, not on its own. But what if the same student had been making postings on a discussion board, describing her feelings for a certain law lecturer, postings that give a clear, if slightly flattering description of the same lecturer, that she has taken the photographs of? What then do you think?’ Now the smile reminds me of the cat, who has got the cream, secretive, satisfied, wicked. Busted!

I freeze, feel the heavens have fallen on me. She knows, she knows everything! I remember writing about how her throat fascinates me, imagining the curve of her breast, how her nipples stiffen when she is aroused by an argument, how ..... oh! I want the ground to open up and swallow me. She sits, smiling softly, watching. Suddenly, the air is full of shrieks, some of the younger students just finished a class, coming out to smoke and gossip.

‘Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more private’, she says, eyeing them with distaste. ‘It so happens that most of the faculty staff are on staff development this afternoon, in fact I should have been, but for an emergency’, she glances at the phone still in her hand, ‘ so we will go there’.

As she leads the way, can’t help,. even now, but notice the sway of her bottom under the skirt, the curve of her legs climbing the stairs. She punches the code into the keypad, we enter the staff room, she gestures me to a seat in the coffee area, out of sight of the door, out of sight of the windows, if you are sitting down at least, private, perfectly private. And rather over heated. She sits opposite me, takes off the jumper, revealing a rather lower cut, sheer white blouse, buttoned down the front. My eyes jump immediately to her nipples, rigid under the light bra and I blush! ‘Ah yes, Nicky’, she says, ‘What was that you wrote about being fascinated by the way my nipples get stiff when I am, what was your word, aroused?’

‘I’m sorry Ms Grey?’, I croak, trembling, trying to hold back tears.

‘Are you?’, she asks. still with the teasing note in her voice, ‘Were you making it all up then?’ I shake my head, ‘Then why be sorry for telling the truth?’.

I look up through my tears, to see she is really smiling now.

[Danielle85T]

oooh.... exciting




good evening becca7 ;]



dani xxx

[SarahGirl]

The smile makes me feel a little better and my naughty instincts take over a little, so I glance down to her blouse and see her nipples are rigid again. When I look up, she is still smiling. 'What was it you siad you wanted to do to them?', she asks and now her tone is really teasing.

Rather than answer, I reach out and run the tips of my fingers over both nipples, as I do I her her draw in breath. She sits perfectly still, smiling and waiting. I touch a little harder, then slide my hnads under her breasts, lifting a little feeling their wheight, their softness, even through her clothing. Still exploring there, I lean forward, moving my lips slowly towards hers, mouth slightly open. I kiss her softly on the lips, one corner, then the next, kiss softly in the crook of her neck, back to the mouth and now, at last, she kisses me back, softly sensually, mouth slightly parted. The kisses are like little sips of ecstasy, sweet, soft, sensual. I run my hands through her hair, pulling her face harder towards mine, as our mouths open fully and our tongues meet for the first time. Her hands find my nipples, widen their exploration to cover all of my breasts, then I am lost in an ecstacy of kisses and fondling.

When my mind next sufaces properly, her hands have strayed inside my top, has slipped my straps from my shoulders and slipped the cups downwards, so she can stroke my bare breasts, while I have unbuttoned her blouse far enough to access the front opening of her flesh coloured bra, leaving her naked breasts in my hands. I look down at the orbs of pleasure I am supporting in my hands and think how nice it would be to suckle them. Before I can move, however, she speaks, the first words between us for many minutes, 'Not fiar, I can't get you undone sitting like this, stand-up'. I stand up as she orders, when I do, I can see out into the far courtyard, see students milling about. Ms grey stands up behind me, using her upper arms to shield her breasts and more-or-less hold her blouse together, gently pushing me further into the L shape of the room, towards the windows at the back. The bottom of the window here comes up to about my tummy, then there is a layer of coloured foil or something, that comes just above breast height. I can see the more distant courtyard and less clearly right down into the passageway below, not full but still in regular use. Ms grey positions me, looking out of the window, then slips her hands up the back of my top, fiddling with the double clasp at the back, like some virgin schoolboy. There is something really exciting about letting her handle me, while I look out over my fellow students, though it would be hard for them to see exactly what she is doing, finally she gets the clasp undone, then slides her hands around me from the rear, cupping by breasts, teasing my nipples inside my shirt - OMG can anyone see that! I tense, against my will, I certainly don't want her to stop. 'Don't worry', she laughs, 'we can see out through the foil but no-one can see in!' Saying that, she slides my top off my arms, and I shed the bra completely. Still it feels odd, when I see some of my class mates below, standing there, my top round my neck, Ms Grey's hands all over my breasts, her mouth at my neck, my shoulder. I try to turn, but she holds me, allowing my neck to turn to meet her kiss, pressing her body into mine from the rear. She has let her blouse swing wide, so her breasts are pressed into my back, her groin in contact with my bottoms, which I press back into her. Again, I loose awareness of the world around me, lost in the pleasures of the kiss.

[Nicnac]

OMG I'm turned on, sitting in college! I can't seem to contribute to this story, It's so exciting that others are writing out my fantasy,

I actually had this teacher this morning, and now I've just got naughty images in my head about her which are fitting to this story.

It's fantastic Sarah, You should seriously think about writing short stories of erotica, I think there good enough for publication!

[*w-e-t*]

HOLY... uh... wow Sarah, that's nice! I'm sitting my library right now, on campus, and.... wow... heh... wish I picked a more private workstation.... It's taken today!! Stupid freshman! Grrr.... I'm tingling and I can't do ANYthing.....

[somefun]

Hot story SG

I had the hots for my female drama teacher. But never got this lucky!

[SarahGirl]

I kinda hoped you would like it but I wondered if it was too slow in developing - I guess not. Now all I have to do is take it to the next stage. Panics - can't let my audience down now

[SarahGirl]

I come back to myself, feeling Ms Grey's legs starting to tremble, from the strain of her position. I break the kiss, and she moves to sit in one of a pair of chairs facing each other close to the window, while i move to the other.

She begins to button her blouse and I wonder if that is the end of our pleasure, until she says 'In case anyone comes in'. Then she lies back in the chair, looking me directly in the eyes - my move.

I set my feet between hers, and slide them gently outwards, spreading her legs wider, making her skirt ride up in the chair.

I can see lacy tops to her stockings, then as the skirt rides even further up, that the stockings are hold-ups, with deep lacy sections clinging to the middle of her thighs, with a gap of pale flesh above.

I place my hand on the inside of her right thigh just above her knee and slide it slowly upwards, looking steadily into her eyes, which she has half closed. When my fingers reach the lacy section, I place my other hand on the inside of her other thigh, which resuts in me slipping off the chair to squat on the floor,almost between her legs. Now I can see all the way up her skirt, to the black, lacy Thong she is wearing, the black, lacy, very wet Thong.

I move second hand updwards, trailing my fingers trying to tickle a little as I go, then when both hands are on the lace, with my face only a little behind and ms grey is breathing hard, I slid the very tips if both hands onto her naked inside thighs, making her groan a little. I catch the aroma of her now, sultry musk and breath deeply, before I slide my fingers so slowly, so softly up and up letting them slide right to the point where her legs join her upper body, on either side of the Thong. I run my fingers up these seams, beinging my face ever closer to her, then slide my right hand back down, into the centre, to stroke the soaking lace string that is all that is between me and my objective. She groans more loudly and leans even further back, raising her self slightly, widening her legs further, giving me even more access. I slip my fingers inside the edge of her undies and stroke her soaking flesh, finding my way along her lips, sliding between her outer lips, and then in, in as deep as my four fingers will go. I lower my thumb, along the line of her slit and know i have found her clit by the groan as well as the little mound it encounters. I experiment and find a slight circular motion has the most effect. My other hand slides up and engulfs her breast, under her blouse and I work my hands silently for her pleasure.

[BELL]

This story just gets better and better.
Keep going Sarah.

[Nicnac]

that's amazing, Oh btw Sarah i can't PM you, i prefer the 1st option but thats because i'm boring, but go with your own tuition that will please the majority on these forums.

[SarahGirl]

:shock: that's amazing, Oh btw Sarah i can't PM you, i prefer the 1st option but thats because i'm boring, but go with your own tuition that will please the majority on these forums.

This storry is from your inspiration - option 1 it will be!

If I decide I like the other options afterwards, there are a number of different ways I can explore tham anyway - we writers have our ways.

(Note to self - option 2 - comes up in later correspondance / emails /blackmail. Option 3 - dreams!)

OK to be continued this evening uk time, after some thought!

[davo]

first time on here today think i will stay around for these stories

[Justagirl24]

Story is great.. but I am just curious as to the whole "options" thing. I think I missed something somewhere.

[SarahGirl]

Story is great.. but I am just curious as to the whole "options" thing. I think I missed something somewhere.

I'm glad you sre enjoying the story - thats a great compliment.

The options thing? Sorry that's me chcecking with nicnac what story line she would like me to be taking, since the origianal request was hers, she wants a simple two person encounter - my option 1, not involving an third body as an observer - option 2, or participant - option 3

So only Nicky and Ms Grey in this story, although I am keeping my later options open, as you may gather from above and also from one line below.

The story continues in my next post.