Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, First, Oral Sex, Teacher/Student,
Desc: Sex Story: Macy's Crush - The story of young women learning about their sexualities as their senior years in high school approach their end. In story one Macy's seemingly hopeless crush on a certain student-teacher turns out to be not quite that hopeless after all. In story two Naiya tells Ashlee a secret that quickly leads to a night neither will soon forget.
She wasn't the first woman to catch Macy's eye and she wouldn't be the last, but at the time she captured Macy's heart and body in way's that Macy had never before imagined possible. It was a forbidden, secret relationship, but that was nothing new. Eventually it would end with heart breaking finality, but that too was hardly anything new for Macy. Not that any of it mattered at the time. It wasn't about the past and it wasn't about the future. It was all about those perfect moments that could only be shared by two women, those perfect moments that had been all too rare and fleeting for Macy before her first love come on the scene and showed her how good it could truly be.
Her name was Emma, but most of the girls at school didn't know that even though several of them knew her. They just weren't exactly on a first name basis with her because she wasn't a fellow student. Well, she was a student and she was going to their school for a class, but it wasn't quite the same thing. Emma, better known as Miss Gutierrez, was studying to be a teacher and was currently assigned as a student teacher in Macy's AP English course. She was also an ace tutor who had volunteered to help Macy up her grades in calculus for absolute nothing when, through a casual conversation after class, she learned that that one little class was the only thing keeping Macy off of the "A" honor roll.
At least, that was the cover story. It had never really been true. Well, it was almost true. At the time, thanks to a quiz Macy missed due to illness that her jerk of a calculus teacher refused to let her retake, Macy was technically just below an A- in the class. Of course, Macy, a veritable math whiz, knew that while it would prevent her from achieving her fourth straight perfect 4.0 grade point average it was hardly going to kill her chance of getting an A in the class. Not that she saw any reason to mention that when Emma made her offer that fateful day after class. The chance to spend time with Emma away from the restrictive school environment was something she had no intention of passing up.
Macy had had a crush on Emma from the very first time she saw her in class. In fact, it was more than just a crush. Macy was absolutely in love with Emma and simply couldn't hide it. She felt like she was just a little, giggly girl whenever Emma talked to her. She even blushed when Emma complimented her on her essays and the poems she wrote or when Emma decided to emphasize her point by touching her in even the most innocent fashion. It was actually something that Emma did quite a lot.
If Macy had ever dared to dream that it was even possible that someone as beautiful and mature as Emma would even think of her in 'that way" she might have found it all fairly obvious, but until their first evening alone at Emma's apartment she really had no idea how aware of Macy's crush Emma really was. All Macy knew was that when Emma offered to tutor her during their usual post class conversation she couldn't help but answer with a somewhat overly enthusiastic yes.
"Well, good," Emma had said as she allowed her hand that had previously been resting on Macy's shoulder to slide gently down the soft, bare skin of the girls arm. Macy actually shivered a little at that and found herself speechless even as Emma asked "Well, when's a good time? Is tomorrow good?"
"Um ... uh ... yeah, but ... m ... my parents will be home ... um, not that matters, but..." Macy managed to sputter out before she realized how silly it sounded, like she was setting up a date. Why it would matter if her parents were home if it was just a tutoring session? Macy silently chastised herself for sounding like a moron before Emma saved her from having to explain herself any further.
"Oh, well that's okay. We can always go to my apartment. We'll have plenty of privacy there just, uh ... keep it under your hat. I'm not technically a teacher or anything, but it might not look too good if it got out that I was having cute, teenage girls over on weekends," Emma said with a smile that revealed just the slightest hint of wickedness. Macy was sure imagining it. Still, she couldn't help but smile a little abashedly in return and hope against hope that it wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her.
"My lips are sealed," Macy said barely pausing as she filed away those thoughts for later.
"I knew I could trust you and don't worry, it'll be fun. I'm sure we'll get you all caught up in no time and maybe, if we finish early we can listen to those CD's I keep forgetting to let you borrow," Emma said as she once again reached out to touch Macy in that familiar way that simply drove Macy crazy. After that the conversation seemed to be drawing to a close, but not before Macy found herself saying something she was amazed to hear coming out of her own mouth.
"You know ... actually, I'm totally not doing anything tonight, so..." Macy said still feeling uncharacteristically nervous even as she was amazed at her forwardness as she openly lied to Emma. She, in fact, already had plans for the night. It was a Friday after all and she was hardly a recluse. In fact, she was actually supposed to spend the night at Kelli's, a very, very close friend, with all that usually entailed. A small part of her was actually screaming its disapproval as she made her seemingly innocent overture to the twenty two year old goddess before her. Was she really willing to give up certain sex for just the chance to hang out with Emma? Yes, yes she was.
"Hmm, well if you're really that anxious to ... catch up on your studies," Emma said complete with the odd little pause that definitely set off a few flares in the depths of Macy's brain, "I'm sure we can do that. I was just going to waste a night being bored at a frat party anyway, so sure. Seven good?"
"Oh, if ... if you had plans... ," Macy tried to back track only to feel those gentle fingers on her arm again.
"Oh, no. Trust me. I'd much rather hang out with you and your calculus book than fend off drunken frat boys all night. Seriously, when you go to college you'll understand," Emma said with a light, knowing laugh as she stroked Macy's arm subtly in a way invisible to any prying eyes that might be about in the quickly emptying hallway.
"Okay, well seven it is then," Macy said with a bright smile.
"Good, then it's a date," Emma said with a shining smile of her own before getting out a pen and writing down directions to her apartment for Macy who was simply glowing at that point as she played back the words "it's a date" in her head over and over again. After that they said their parting words and Macy almost floated down the hallway while Emma smirked to herself watching the deliciously cute little elfin beauty as she walked away. If only Macy had seen she would've died right there on the spot.
As it was Macy was pretty much in a daze for the next few hours as she hurried home before her parents got there to allow herself some "Macy time" before she got ready for her date that wasn't a date. Macy time actually took a lot less time than it usually did as she brought herself to orgasm at a record pace just thinking of being alone with beautiful Emma. It was so fast in fact that she found the need for another session of Macy time in the shower despite herself.
She really was feeling out of sorts. Macy had never felt like this before. Then again she'd never been with anyone but other girls before and Emma, even though she was really only four years her senior, was a real woman. Not that she was certain anything would actually happen. No, far from it. She actually spent most of the time when she wasn't masturbating like a crazed thirteen year old boy trying to talk herself down as she searched her clothes for something cute and sexy, but not too obvious, to wear over to Emma's.
She didn't even know if Emma was in to girls let alone high school girls like her. Emma was after all a college student twenty two years of age. If she did like girls Macy was absolutely certain she wouldn't be the type to deal with the oddities and insecurities of high school girls that she herself was well aware of.
Still, it was hard for Macy to talk herself down. Emma was after all a very beautiful woman. Even the fairly conservative clothing she wore when at school couldn't hide the beauty of her body from Macy's eyes. Her tall, lean physique toned, as Macy had learned over the course of their many conversations, by years of track in high school and in college was something to behold. Her breasts, though hardly large, also appeared to be quite lovely even under loose, toned down blouses. Even her butt was just perfect. Not too big, but definitely not too small or flat. No, it was just the right size for Emma's thin, athletic body.
Emma's long, smoothly rounded face was just lovely with those beautiful blue eyes, her cute, prototypically feminine nose and full mouth perfectly capped by silky black hair that looked lovely and soft whether up in a ponytail or allowed to flow free just past her shoulders. Even Emma's ears looked perfect and her toes, when she chose to wear open toed shoes, just seemed to draw in Macy's eyes and make her salivate despite herself.
In short, clothed she was simply beautiful. What she looked like naked however was still a mystery, but that hardly stopped Macy from imagining. Somehow she just knew that she would be nothing short of perfect. How could she not be? Not that it mattered. Even if she was just a patchwork of scars and bad tattoos under her clothes Macy's crush wouldn't have been affected at all. It was Emma that she wanted. The fact that appeared to have a beautiful body to go with her kind demeanor and angelic smile was simply a blessing from the gods.
As the time ticked by and it got closer and closer to seven o' clock Macy's thoughts began to drift from the perfect outfit. Instead she began to focus on praying to whatever god, energy, life force or spirit that controlled the world and its inhabitants to keep her from making an ass out of herself. It was something she did quite often when she was about to try and seal the deal with a girl, but now it seemed all that more important. Emma, Macy kept repeating to herself over and over, wasn't just any old high school girl. She was a real woman and soon Macy would know whether her crush would forever go unrequited or if there really was something to all the vibes that she felt Emma throw her way.
Finally, as the time to leave was at last approaching Macy stared at herself in the mirror and gave herself one last silent speech even as she felt the butterflies in her stomach come to life for seemingly the thousandth time over the last few hours before she headed out of the house. She was secretly glad that Naiya, her stepsister, had gone over to her friend Ashlee's house and that their parents were still working. She just knew that they would have known something was up had they been there. They probably wouldn't have been able to figure out its exact nature, but she really wasn't in the mood for any questions of any kind. She was simply too preoccupied.
Macy was so glad that no one was about to question her motives she almost forgot to leave a note to let them know where she was. She also realized she'd forgotten to call Kelli and tell her she wasn't coming over. Neither were really fatal mistakes, but she just didn't want to have to deal with any phone calls while in Emma's presence. As much as she silently(and even occasionally not so silently) tried to remind herself that it wasn't a date she was rushing off to feeling flustered and anxious Macy just couldn't help but treat it exactly as that. Even the clothes she'd picked out to wear after at least an hour of deliberation ( extra tight, low cut jeans with strategically placed holes and a tight black t-shirt that left little to the imagination while showing of her lovely mid section) was more date than school. She'd even picked out her cutest thong as well as the matching bra just in case.
Macy scribbled out a quick lie about staying at Kelli's even as she tried to be vague, but polite to Kelli as she told her she wouldn't be able to come over. Kelli was mildly disappointed, but she got over it before the conversation had ended. Macy was hardly surprised. That was just the way Kelli was. Knowing her Macy was absolutely certain that Kelli would be on the phone to either her latest boyfriend or some other girl as soon as Macy said goodbye. It didn't bother Macy at all. In fact, she wasn't even thinking about it as she hurried to her car and headed off to Emma's still feeling incredibly nervous.
Even as Macy pulled into the parking lot of Emma's apartment complex she was still trying desperately to calm herself down. Macy began doing breathing exercises as she stared at herself in the rearview mirror of her crappy little beat up Honda. They helped a little as she opened the car door and cautiously approached building E still feeling plenty nervous, but somewhat in control.
As she climbed the stairs to the third floor apartment Macy's sense of control began to fluctuate greatly, but she struggled through it step by step until she was finally at Emma's door. Still, it took her a full minute to get up the courage to knock on the door and even then she could only manage to do it ever so lightly. So lightly that Macy herself had a hard time hearing it even in the silent hallway. It took her another half a minute of silently psyching herself up and telling herself to stop acting like a wuss before she could knock again with a bit more power.
Macy managed to wait a full five seconds after her second attempt at knocking before she started to panic and think Emma wasn't home until Emma's beautiful face appeared in the door with a big smile and a friendly hello and suddenly Macy felt all better. She was still nervous and fragile, but the sight of her crush standing there smiling with her beautiful hair flowing down on to her almost bare shoulders was simply inspiring.
There she was just standing there in a tight white tank top with spaghetti straps that was a tad to short to fully cover her beautiful, flat belly, a tight pair of pink gym shorts with a fairy tattoo just peaking out above the waist band and apparently not much else judging from the nipples poking through the thin material of her tank top and the way her breasts bounced so hypnotically as Emma waved Macy into her domicile cheerfully. It took Macy a second to heed this invitation as she was stunned by the amount of skin on display before her. When she finally did she was instantly made aware of the fact that she was most likely not entering a typical teacher's apartment.
The first oddity she noticed that made her aware of this was the fact that the art work hanging upon Emma's walls was hardly what she expected. In fact, it was almost too good to be true as the posters and lithographs hanging on her walls definitely hinted at something beyond all of Macy's expectations. First, there was the pot leaf poster on the wall next to Emma's entertainment center which was accompanied by a slightly less obvious, but no less telling Bob Marley poster on the wall next to the sliding glass door that led to Emma's small deck. Add in the fact that Emma had apparently felt no need to hide that fact that she owned a bong, as one was clearly in sight on her coffee table and Macy knew instantly that she and Emma had at least one thing in common outside of school.
Of course, all that was merely interesting and was nothing compared to the other art work that adorned Emma's apartment such as the picture of two girls kissing hanging conspicuously over Emma's couch and the large rainbow flag that she noticed hanging just around the corner in Emma's tiny dining room. It was all fairly obvious and, while it did nothing to calm the butterflies in her stomach, it did wonders to Macy's confidence in the fact that she might not have been reading too much into everything after all. Well, maybe she had, but these were all definitely positive signs of at least an interest in other women. Whether or not Emma was into her specifically was still a mystery.
The fact that Emma didn't even seem concerned about Macy seeing any of this was a bit perplexing to Macy, but as Emma invited her to have a seat on her couch and offered to get her something to drink Macy tried to push it all into the back of her mind. She accepted the offer of a glass of soda and took a seat on the closest end of the comfy, but raggedy old couch, her heart still pounding in her chest. It was actually beating even harder now as she continued to take in her surroundings.
"I don't have any ice, so I hope you're cool with lukewarm soda," Emma said as she handed Macy her drink still smiling and then sat down next to Macy on the long couch. Not right next to her, but a little closer than was necessary before continuing "Sorry it's not cold, but my ice maker is on the fritz and I forgot to stick anything in the fridge."
"Oh, that's okay," Macy said in quiet, nervous voice that seemed to make Emma's smile even brighter, "I would've been happy with just water."
They began to settle into small talk after that and eventually Macy found herself more at ease. She didn't even notice that Emma never even brought up calculus or tutoring as they talked like two friends just hanging out for a good twenty minutes. Their conversation just meandered over a myriad of pointless topics ranging from how much Emma hated her apartment, how much Macy wished she could have any apartment of her own, Macy's family, Emma's family, the weather and on and on until Macy brought up the CD sitting on the coffee table next to Emma's bong at which point Emma apparently first realized she had a bong sitting on her coffee table with a student in her apartment.
"Whoops, umm... ," Emma started to say as she eyed the bong and then Macy as she reached out and grabbed it and put it under the coffee table as if to hide it, "Do me a favor a pretend you didn't see this okay?"
"Oh, yeah, it's cool," Macy said trying to sound nonchalant even though she would've killed for a hit at that point to calm herself down, "My dad smokes. He doesn't think I know, but he's always leaving it out so it's kind of hard not to. Besides, it smells, so it's not like I wouldn't know without seeing his bong."
"Ahh, but how did you know what it smelled like?" Emma teased in a very un-teacher like manner. Of course, nothing up to that point of their supposed tutoring session had been very tutorly.
"Well, duh, I smoke it, too," Macy said feeling a bit braver.
"Shameful," Emma said teasing her again sounding much more like a friend than a future authority figure, "As a future teacher I really should be admonishing such behavior in such a smart, beautiful girl."
Macy really wanted to tease Emma back, but found herself blushing slightly and smiling at the compliment instead. No one had ever called her beautiful before. It actually made her feel good, especially since it was coming from someone as beautiful as Emma. Instead of teasing the older girl, no, woman, Macy instead found herself awkwardly returning the compliment and being rewarded with another bright smile before Emma continued.
"Thank you, that means a lot coming from such a pretty girl like you. You even blush pretty," Emma teased as she reached out to gently touch Macy's arm sending a light shiver throughout Macy's body. Emma then continued "You know if you want and if you promise not to tell anyone after we do all this calculus bullshit we can get high. I know it's not exactly proper teacher/student behavior, but I'm not really a teacher yet so..."
"Oh, sure, yeah, I'd love to," Macy stammered out quickly interrupting Emma nervously "That'd be awesome."
"Yes, it would, but seriously, you have to promise to keep it under your hat," Emma said still smiling, but managing to put just enough seriousness in her voice to get through to Macy.
"Swear to god," Macy said before Emma urged her to shake on it which she did before getting right to business by asking Macy where her book was. It was at that point that Macy realized that in all her nervous excitement she'd completely forgotten the one thing she needed. She felt incredibly stupid as she slapped her forehead and said "Oh fuck, I fucking forgot it!" a bit too emphatically and causing Emma to chuckle.
"Don't worry about it," Emma said sweetly, "It's no big deal. We can do it some other time."
"Ugh," Macy continued despite Emma's dismissive attitude, "I feel so dumb."
"Seriously, don't worry about it. It happens to everyone. Besides, I really just wanted to hang out with you anyway. The calculus was just a good excuse," Emma said calmingly, again reaching out for a comforting touch.
"Wait, what?" Macy said not believing what she was hearing.
"I said I just wanted to hang out with you, dummy. Is that so bad? I just didn't know how to get you over here without it seeming weird," Emma said her hand still touching Macy as she scooted just a little closer to the younger woman.
"Really? But you're like in college. Why would you want to hang out with me?" Macy said despite the fact that she was extremely happy to hear this little confession
"Why not? You're only like what four, five years younger than me? My ex-roommate was like a year older than you."
"Yeah, well I guess that's true, but you're almost a teacher and..." Macy continued while not really knowing exactly why she was trying to talk Emma out of her desire to hang out with her. She still felt completely out of her element even as she was learning that Emma was definitely at least partially on the same wave length as her despite the fact that their relationship, even just a friendly one, could get them both in trouble.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Besides, I'm not really a teacher yet. I still have a bit to go on that one and, hell, who knows if I'll even end up being a teacher? But, whatever, I like you Macy. I like those little talks we have after class. You'll be out of high school in a few months and I'll be done with this whole student teacher thing before that and I just, I don't know, I didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to get to know you a little better. Don't over think it."
Macy was simply stunned at Emma's admission. She couldn't help it; she was actually touched that this woman she'd been crushing on for so long was actually reaching out to her for friendship. She was actually so happy she almost felt like crying. Not quite, but she was close. So close that Emma couldn't help but notice and quickly pulled Macy in for a hug.
It was a nice, warm hug, but it was also prove to be the catalyst that changed the entire tone of the evening. At first quite friendly and almost motherly, but then it just kept on going as both Macy and Emma seemed to see no need to let go as they held each other closely for what seemed like a little eternity, but was probably closer to a minute before Emma loosened her hold on Macy without actually letting her go. Macy did the same feeling somewhat awkward until she looked into Emma's smiling face as they just sat there mere inches apart. Macy smiled back weakly as the butterflies in her stomach became active.
"You really are a beautiful young woman," Emma said in a soft voice as she continued to stare sweetly into Macy's nervous eyes and her hands began to softly stroke Macy's back.
"So are you," Macy replied in an even softer voice before realizing how silly it sounded to imply that the twenty two year old beauty before her was a young women and she attempted to correct herself only to be hushed with a soft "Shhh."
For another brief, almost agonizing moment they sat their staring at each other as Macy's heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest as she both hoped and feared for what she was certain to was about to happen even though as she thought that she no reason to hope for anything more. When Emma seemed inch just a little closer Macy took a deep breath and held it. As she inched even closer Macy felt as if she might explode as she waited for her crush to get all the way to her so they could kiss at last for the first time. Time was seemingly standing still as Emma slowly closed the gap between them until Macy couldn't take it anymore and did something that shocked even her as she quickly closed the gap and met Emma in strong, passionate kiss.
Macy's sudden movement was almost enough to throw the more experienced Emma off her game, but instead, after the briefest recoil she quickly, and not without an inward chuckle, met her young lovers kiss with a bit more control that proved infectious. Macy quickly calmed down as she let Emma take control. She wasn't even thinking about how quickly things had gone from casual and friendly to sexual without any real warning. The thought wasn't even to be found in her mind or even Emma's for that matter. It simply didn't matter. This was, after all, the real reason Macy was in Emma's apartment. They both knew it without having to say it and secretly knew even at that moment this was just the only way it could have happened. Words would not have been able to do it justice, so they both just let it happen and Macy just let Emma take control silently.
That loss of control even after her initial, short lived aggression was a very freeing feeling for Macy. She liked being taken, being guided and led. She enjoyed giving into the desires of another girl, another woman. Sadly, it was a rare experience for her. Of the handful of girls she'd been with before Emma only Kelli had proven capable of taking command and then only rarely, but Emma apparently was more than willing to take complete control of everything and Macy couldn't help but let her do just that as the older girl softly, but quickly guided young Macy on to her back as they continued to kiss.
It was such a wonderful feeling for Macy to have Emma's soft body resting on top of her own as Emma's tongue began to softly insinuate its way into her mouth to dance and slide against her own tongue in such a loving, sensual manner. She was a little disappointed when Emma lifted her weight off of Macy, but it quickly faded when, without even breaking the kiss until the very last moment, she felt Emma's hand begin to ease Macy's shirt slowly upward until she pulled it off over Macy's head.
Emma immediately returned to the kiss, only to break it yet again moments later to remove her own thin tank top before yet again meeting Macy's ever ready lips in a sweet embrace. This seemed to be a pattern as Emma did it again a few minutes later to remove Macy's bra until the were kissing in nothing but their pants. Belly pressing against belly, breast pressing against breast, nipple softly sliding against nipple as they held each other close and devoured each other's mouths. It was all much faster then Macy was accustomed to with other girls, but she wasn't complaining. Somehow it just seemed right.
"You are so beautiful, Macy," Emma whispered into Macy's ear as her kisses began to migrate away from Macy's sweet lips and her hands began to softly caress Macy's small, soft breasts. As much as Macy wanted to respond in kind she found herself incapable of words as she was lost in the sensations elicited by Emma's tender touch, but soon she had to answer when Emma suddenly stopped and for the first time looked into Emma's eyes with a look of worry as she asked "When do you have to be home?"
"I don't. I left my parents a note saying I was spending the night at my friend's house," Macy said somewhat breathlessly as Emma, seemingly without thought, continued to massage her breasts.
"They won't call to check up on you?" Emma asked still a bit concerned.
"No, I'm a good girl. They trust me," Macy answered then sighed as Emma pinched one of her nipples lightly between her fingers after she answered and then found herself kissing the beautiful student teacher once again.
"You certainly are," Emma said as she returned to kissing Macy's soft lips. Not another word was said for a long while as they continued to kiss and feel each other's soft bodies. For awhile it was still just Emma doing the touching as Macy just laid back and enjoyed the experience until her nervousness subsided enough that she began to move her hands to softly caress Emma's back occasionally venturing downward until she just couldn't resist the urge to massage Emma's soft buttocks.
The feel of those wonderfully soft globes in Macy's hands was exquisite even through the material of Emma's tight gym shorts. Still, she couldn't help but want to feel them without any barriers. This was a problem quickly solved much to their mutual delight.
"Naughty girl," Emma whispered into Macy's ear as Macy's hands slid under the waist band of Emma's shorts to fondle her backside, "Naughty, wonderful girl." She then kissed Macy hard and quick adding "C'mon, Get up."
"Wait, what?" Macy added, somewhat confused and a little lost in her own excitement.
"C'mon," Emma laughed as she sat up grabbed Macy's hands and pulled the girl up for another quick kiss before adding, "I think we'll be more comfortable in the bed room." with that she stood up and gently pulled Macy by her hand the short distance to her bedroom where she kissed her again before pausing and looking at Macy with serious look in her eyes.
"Have you ever done this before?" Emma asked quietly as they stood next to her bed. Macy could only nod in response. "Do you want to do this now?" Emma added and again Macy responded with a simple, but emphatic nod. Emma was unsatisfied with this and said in a very serious tone as she continued to hold Macy's small, delicate hands in her own "I want you to say it, but only if you mean it. I don't want to feel like I'm forcing you, Macy. I really like you, but I honestly wasn't expecting this to happen. At least not tonight, not like this. If you're uncomfortable with this just tell me and we can stop, no questions asked."
"I've wanted this since the first time I saw you sitting at the computer doing attendance," Macy said after taking a deep breath and a hard swallow. She meant it, too. She had wanted ever since she first laid eyes on her.
"And I've wanted you almost as long, you sweet little angel," Emma said after a short pause. The smile had returned to her face and the seriousness was replaced with something else, something softer, but she added as if she were still worried that she was taking advantage of the younger girl. "You're really sure?" This time, however, Macy didn't answer with a nod or with any meaningless words, but with a kiss, soft, long and passionate as she pulled Emma with her hands still clasped tight in Emma's.
Her kiss was immediately met in kind and Emma released her hands to pull Macy to her even tighter as they stood next to the bed were they would soon make love for the first time. For the moment though they simply enjoyed another sweet, sensuous kiss that could've gone on forever if only there weren't other things for them to do together.
Still, the kiss went on for a few long and wonderful moments before Macy felt Emma's hands on her belt unbuckling it then just as deftly unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper before she even thought of breaking the kiss. That didn't come until after Emma had turned Macy until her back was to the bed and told her to sit down which Macy did gladly and soon after found herself sitting on Emma's bed in nothing but panties and socks. Seconds later she was just wearing the panties and she was being pushed back on the bed as Emma joined her and guided her to the center where they once again embraced.
This time, however, Emma didn't lie on top of her younger lover. Instead Emma lay next to her as they kissed and she allowed her hand to softly explore Macy's body. Soon her mouth followed her hand to explore the wonderful, little body laid out before her much to their mutual delight.
First, Emma's kisses didn't venture too far from Macy's lips as her fingers gently glided across Macy's skin with no apparent mission or purpose beyond simply touching. Just a few kisses on Macy's soft cheek, her forehead, her chin and nose and then a few soft nips and licks on the younger woman's ears followed by her long, thin neck as Emma softly dragged her fingernails up and down Macy's body. It wasn't long, however, before Emma's kisses began to move in a more downward trajectory and the teasing touches started to gain a more obvious purpose beyond making Macy squirm when those fingers reached the sensitive flesh of her tummy.
Emma, though, was in no hurry and Macy, with her hands softly playing in Emma's hair and stroking Emma's back, did not push her. Even as Emma tenderly kissed Macy's shoulder blades and made as if to dip lower to Macy's lovely, waiting breasts Emma couldn't help but return to kissing Macy's sweet, pouty lips. Emma would then repeated the process, only going lower, sometimes even almost kissing one of Macy's cute, hard nipples as her fingers dipped down to almost touch Macy's already moist and swollen sex or give those sweet lips just the slightest teasing touch only to veer off at the last second making Macy groan in beautiful frustration and draw Emma back for another a kiss before starting again.
The teasing couldn't last forever, though. Each time Emma found it harder and harder to resist the urge to just make Macy do more than simply squirm a little and groan. She wanted to make this beautiful, young woman come, she wanted to make her see stars and make the neighbors pound on the wall begging Macy to be silent as she screamed out her ecstasy.
Still, Emma also couldn't help but tease poor Macy just for the pure thrill of it all, but as Emma found herself drawn to those cute, little nipples yet again she just couldn't hold back any longer. After a teasing lick all around, but without touching, one of Macy's lovely bundle of nerves Emma found herself unable to stop herself from taking it between her teeth for a soft bite. Then Emma's fingers began to tease Macy's soft, smooth inner thighs, dragging her fingers across the sensitive flesh before they found their way to Macy's pussy and then stayed there much to Macy's delight.
Not that Emma was necessarily done teasing, but now it was much subtler. She simply paced herself making sure to maintain control of both herself and Macy. It was not a simple task as Macy, who had up until that point been satisfied with just stroking Emma's back and hair began to find their way to Emma's bare breasts to paw at them and caress and pinch Emma's nipples. Macy also tried to reach her new lovers pussy to finger her in return, but found herself not only unable to reach, but also directly warned against such actions by Emma's smiling face.
"No, no," Emma teased as she kissed her way between Macy's breasts when Macy attempted to twist her body to reach between Emma's legs, "I can wait." Emma only had to repeat this a couple of times before Macy finally gave in and contented herself with simply fondling Emma's breasts and caressing her soft mane of hair as Emma's mouth continued to suck, lick and nibble on her nipples and breasts and Emma's fingers gently slid between Macy's labia and occasionally teased her clit.
Teasing, however, was no longer enough. Emma was still in no hurry to make Macy come, but she quickly found that she wasn't satisfied with just playing around. She wanted to feel her fingers sliding in and out of Macy's warm, wet pussy. Emma wanted to hear Macy panting as she explored her sex, ground her palm against her clit and toyed with her nipples with her lips, tongue and teeth. She simply had to. The more she teased Macy the more Emma found herself wanting to make her young friend come.
So, that's what she did much to her and Macy's delight. First, though, Emma felt the urge to kiss her younger lover as she continued to playfully tease her pussy with her soft caresses. Macy gladly accepted the kiss without question, but found herself unable to hold herself to Emma when she felt Emma beginning to slide her fingers inside her and then out again, still teasing just a little bit. Each gentle intrusion caused Macy to gasp softly and thrust her hips against the invading finger as it delved deeper and deeper only to retreat every time.
"You're so... ," Macy started only to be interrupted by another sweet intrusion of her pussy and then continued, "You're so mean."
"Poor baby." Emma replied smiling sweetly as she gave Macy's clit a few soft strokes with her finger tips before penetrating Macy's pussy again and enjoying the reaction she received. "Your pussy is so tight. Do you think I can fit another finger in there?"
"Uhn..." was Macy's only response as Emma didn't wait for an answer before inserting another thin finger in Macy's sex and began to slowly move her fingers in and out as her palm rubbed against Macy's throbbing clit. Macy's eyes were seemingly drawn to the movement between her own legs and Emma found herself forced to lovingly kiss Macy's neck as the poor girl stared lustily at her handy work.
"Does it feel good, Macy?" Emma teased some more between kisses. "Do my fingers feel good inside you?"
"Mmm, fuck yeah ... god," was about all Macy could manage as her brain was quickly approaching the point of overload. Emma was hardly disappointed. In fact, she was more than a little proud as Macy began to hump against her hand in a steady rhythm. Emma pulled the younger woman to her with her other arm just to hold her as she played with her pussy and quickly found herself being smothered with Macy's kiss. Again, she didn't mind a bit and simply accepted Macy's enthusiastic kisses.
It wasn't long before Macy just couldn't take anymore. It was all just too much. This was so much more than she expected. Even the first kiss on the couch had been more than she'd dared to hope for, but to have beautiful Emma's fingers playing so sweetly in her pussy as they kissed each other with passion was so glorious that she couldn't hold back any longer and she came with a long, sweet moan into her new lover's mouth. Her body shook, her pussy convulsed and her eyes shut tight to the intense pleasure as Emma just kept on exploring her tight crevice and kissing her soft, sweaty skin.
Of course, that was not the end of it. Emma just wasn't satisfied with giving Macy one measly, little orgasm. No, she had no intention of stopping there and just kept on fucking Macy with her fingers until she came yet again before she'd even begun to recover from her first orgasm by Emma's hand. This time the orgasm was accompanied with a loud, satisfied groan that seemed to fill Emma's tiny bedroom before Macy nearly passed out from simply forgetting to breathe in as she exhaled her pleasure.
Macy had never come twice in a row like that. She'd honestly never known it was possible and none of her lovers up to that point had even tried. She was absolutely flabbergasted and amazed at how great it all felt. Already Macy was distinctly aware of the fact that she'd never been more satisfied in her life and the night had really only just begun.
Despite all that, Macy was still more than a little disappointed when she felt Emma withdraw her fingers from her cunt. At least, she was until she saw Emma take those wet fingers and gently lick off her sticky girl cum as she stared Macy in the eye. Emma then silently offered to share with Macy a taste of her own sweetness which Macy gladly accepted until they'd both made sure that Emma's fingers were licked clean. They then kissed for several, long loving moments as they held each other tight and Emma rolled herself on top of her young lover.
Macy couldn't believe how good she felt at that moment. Just the feel of Emma's soft, warm body resting on top of her again was pure bliss. Still, she wanted more, she wanted to return the pleasure she'd received only moments before. She wanted to know what Emma tasted like, what she smelled like, the sounds she made when she was in the grasp of pure, unadulterated orgasmic bliss. She wanted it more than anything else, but she was quickly finding out that wouldn't be easy.
Emma was simply not yet willing to give up control. Macy tried several times to roll Emma on her back so she could do for Emma what Emma had done for her, but every time the larger, older Emma resisted. Macy then tried to scoot down or bend her head to take a nipple between her lips or teeth, but again Emma resisted. In fact, the more she tried to give back the more Emma rebuked her until Emma simply grabbed Macy's small, delicate hands with her own and pinned them to the bed before breaking the kiss and staring back mischievously into Macy's frustrated glare.
"You'll get your turn when I'm done," Emma said in a soft voice before returning briefly to the kiss before Macy could respond. Macy did try to protest, but found herself unable to resist the soft lips of her would be tutor. As Emma's thigh pressed against her pussy for a quick grind Macy reluctantly allowed herself to give in and just accept Emma's desire for control. It wasn't long before Macy discovered that were definite benefits to doing just that.
For a long time Emma's grip on Macy's hands never loosened a bit as she continued to kiss all around Macy's beautiful face. Even as Emma began to kiss her down Macy's body she kept Macy's hands pinned above her head as she slowly kissed her way to Macy's breasts and once again took those nipples into her mouth one at a time as Macy just accepted Emma's loving attentions with soft sighs of satisfaction that warmed her lovers ears. Macy had completed submitted to the whims of Emma.
Not that their love making was about control or dominance. It was just an extra aspect that Emma just sensed Macy wanted despite her early attempts to assert herself and it was something she was more than willing to give. Frankly, she would've been willing to go a lot further with it, but Emma had enough experience to know that while Macy may have been more experienced than some girls her age she wasn't quite ready for some of the harder games Emma herself enjoyed. Of course, if everything worked out there'd be time enough to test out Macy's limits some other night. For the moment, they were both happy to leave things as they were.
Macy, for her part, was actually finding the feel of Emma's strong, but gentle hands on her wrists to be more than a little arousing in and of themselves. She was more than willing to wait her turn and simply enjoy Emma's expertise as she did her best to make her come yet again. She was, of course, absolutely confident that Emma would succeed. She only hoped that when she got her chance to pleasure Emma that she could give her half the pleasure she'd already received.
Not that Macy was spending too much of her mental energy on what she would do to Emma when she got her chance. No, her main focus was firmly locked on the feel of Emma's teeth gently tugging on her turgid nipple and then tonguing the sensitive nub of flesh until she had her fill and moved on to the other breast to do much the same to it. Emma was obviously enjoying torturing Macy with patient kindness and just taking her sweet time making Macy squirm and squeal.
Occasionally Emma would tease her young lover by nipping at Macy's ribs before kissing her back to her small, beautiful breasts. Macy found she enjoyed this quite a bit. She been bitten before, but the way Emma did it, the way she bit down just hard enough for Macy to feel it and occasionally hard enough to leave marks all without being brutal or too harsh was simply wonderful.
Those little bites slowly began to travel lower and lower at a slow, patient pace much to Macy's quiet excitement and frustration. The seemingly conflicting emotions were both brought on by the knowledge of what was to come when Emma reached Macy's pussy. As much as she wanted to show Emma what she knew about pleasing a woman Macy found herself more than a little eager to find out just how good Emma could make her feel with her beautiful mouth. With all the biting, kissing and soft licks she'd experienced so far Macy somehow knew it would be simply amazing once Emma chose to bring her attentions back there.
Honestly, as Emma guided Macy to bring her hands to her sides as she began to kiss and nip at Macy's soft belly, Macy found herself more than a bit conflicted regarding just how soon she wanted to feel Emma's mouth on her sex. As Emma licked a circle around her navel Macy couldn't help but arch her back a little towards her lover's mouth. All these small pleasures were somewhat new to her. She couldn't believe how much she enjoying it all.
Emma's kisses slowly worked their way down until they were just above Macy's shaved mound, but, not at all to Macy's surprise, Emma made no attempt to taste Macy's pussy. Instead her soft lips and gentle teeth kissed and nipped the sensitive flesh of Macy's inner thigh, the junction where Macy's thighs met her crotch and seemingly every millimeter of flesh besides Macy's open, wet pussy as Macy squirmed indecisively both enjoying the torture and wanting it to end.
"You're so mean," Macy said, her first real words for several long moments and was immediately hushed by Emma with a soft shush as the older girl just kept on making her squirm without even touching her pussy. She then blew a cool stream of air directly on Macy's aroused pussy making her young lover squirm and groan before cursing her sweetly under her breath. Emma simply smiled and continued her loving torture.
Not for long, though. Emma herself was beginning to feel drawn in to the sweet, tangy pussy before her. It smelled so enchanting and looked even better. Up close it was like a work of art, a perfect vision, a damp, dewy flower just begging for her tongue to lick and taste the warm nectar that seeped out from within. She could feel herself being drawn to it, but she resisted knowing it would be best for both of them if she continued to delay gratification just a little bit longer.
Still, Emma's determination to prolong the teasing didn't last long as she continued to find herself drawn to Macy's center. Every time her eyes fell on Macy's glistening crease she felt it pulling her in. The desire to taste Macy's sweetness straight from the source was quickly becoming too much to take. She was only human, after all. She wasn't made of stone.
When Macy felt her lovers tongue on her slit she let out a deep, satisfied moan and momentarily went limp. It was a very short moment of passing satisfaction that was quickly overcome by the sensations brought on by Emma's deft tongue tasting her juices, licking and probing her soft folds as Emma still held her hands tightly in her own. When the moment had passed Macy began to roll her hips against Emma's face. Emma didn't complain. Even as Macy's rolling began to build in intensity Emma just did her best to keep her mouth on target.
It wasn't too hard at first. Macy, having already come twice a bit too quickly for her own taste, was trying with all her heart and soul to control herself and prolong her pleasure. She may have been anxious to feel Emma's mouth on her cunt only moments before, but now that her wish was fulfilled she want to milk it for as much pleasure as possible. She wanted it to last, she wanted Emma eat her until Emma's tongue felt like it was going to fall off and her own clit felt like it was going explode from over stimulation.
Still, despite Macy's less than selfless desires at that moment her wish was destined to only be half fulfilled. Emma was just too good, her tongue too skilled, her desire to make Macy come too strong for Macy to even have a chance of lasting all that long. Not that Macy was that disappointed when she felt her first orgasm from Emma's mouth begin to build inside her as she stared into Emma's beautiful eyes looking back at her full of lust and love from between her own thighs as she ground against her face wantonly. No, all that was far in the back of her mind when her panting stopped and she once again froze then shook just a little as that orgasm hit her and caused her to momentarily lose eye contact with her beautiful tutor.
That wasn't it, either. Once again, even as Macy's sweet juices trickled down her chin, Emma simply refused to be satisfied with just one orgasm as payment for her efforts. Poor Macy was only just able to recover enough to regain eye contact and return to labored panting before the next one hit her and again she found her head slamming against the mattress as she was hit by yet another wave of pleasure. Of course, that was still not the end. Emma just kept right on devouring Macy's sweet, wet pussy until after a third orgasm brought on by Emma's soft lips and quick tongue Macy was forced to beg Emma to stop in a desperate panting voice.
"Oh my god," Macy said when Emma somewhat reluctantly stopped and made to crawl a top of her young lover, "I've never come so many times in my life." Emma just smiled and placed a soft kiss on Macy's forehead, then another on the younger girl's nose before finally kissing her soft lips and once again giving Macy a taste of her own juices and kept right on kissing her for a few short minutes only to find that Macy was not yet done singing her praises.
"Seriously, Emma, I didn't even know I could do that. You're amazing." Macy said to Emma, who was smiling proudly as she reached to stroke Macy's face.
"I'm glad you liked it," Emma said, feeling a little at loss for words, but honestly pleased with herself and a little touched that she'd helped Macy discover something new about her body. She was even more touched when Macy polite asked her for permission to return the favor. Emma couldn't help but laugh at the way the younger woman had put it.
"What'd I say?" Macy asked abashedly as Emma chuckled at her.
"Oh, don't be hurt, beautiful," Emma said and then kissed her young lover on the forehead once again. "It's just ... well, it wasn't favor. You don't owe me a thing. It was my pleasure to give you pleasure. If you want to make me come too that's fine, but don't ever think of it like it's required. Sometimes it's just nice to give without thought of receiving, you know?"
"Yeah," Macy replied, somehow feeling both better and even more ashamed. She was even blushing a little. That only made the embarrassed feeling that much stronger. Emma was kind enough not to notice as she continued.
"Of course, that being said, I'd love to let you pleasure me, my little pixie," She said with a sweet grin. To Macy's surprise she actually liked hearing those words coming from Emma's smiling face. They actually sounded good. So good that she couldn't help but kiss those smiling lips and for the first time take full control of their love making as she rolled Emma onto her back.
Emma didn't even think of resisting. She was more than happy to let Macy have her turn at giving rather than receiving. She quickly found that Macy, while still unpolished and a bit too eager at times, was definitely more experienced than Emma had been at her age. Still, Emma made sure to encourage her young lover with soft encouraging whispers as Macy did her best to please her.
Macy made sure to take a few cues from her more experienced lover and used her teeth gently, but with some force on Emma's tender nipples when she'd kissed her way down to Emma's lovely breasts. A couple of times she bit a little too enthusiastically, but she eventually figured out the difference between too hard and just hard enough by listening to Emma's calm guidance. Soon enough those calm whispers were buried in-between soft, pleased moans as Macy proved to be a quick learner.
By the time Macy was kissing her away slowly down Emma's belly Emma had given up trying to guide Macy and just let her have her way. Emma was still whispering to her young lover and stroking Macy's hair as Macy's kisses traveled lower and lower, but she was no longer bothering to tell her how or subtly push her this way or that. Instead she just enjoyed the feel of Macy's hair in her hands and the feel of her lips and teeth on her soft belly while she used her soft words to tell the young girl how good it all felt until Macy's mouth was kissing her first on one thigh and then the other, softly, slowly until she decided to kiss Emma's pussy.
As soon as Macy had tasted Emma's sweet, moist pussy she simply couldn't stop herself from diving right in and dropping all pretexts of maintaining control. She couldn't resist. Macy had wanted this for too long. She simply had to make Emma, her crush, her lover, her tutor and teacher come. She'd wanted to be patient, to take her time and tease, but she just wanted Emma so much at that moment that she couldn't bring herself to hold back any of her passion. Her tongue quickly found its way to her lover's clit and her fingers found their way past Emma's lips and inside her damp, tight slit.
Not that Emma was complaining. Far from it in fact. She may have trying hard before to keep up the appearance of the calm, collected older woman, but deep down making Macy come over and over had left her in deep need of an orgasm of her own. Just watching Macy come, even if it wasn't at her own hand, would've been enough to make her pussy wet and her clit throb, but actually doing it was just wonderful. Now that Macy was kissing and fingering her with enthusiasm and love she wasn't too proud to try and hold back. No, as the feeling built inside her Emma just embraced it, wrapped her legs around Macy's back, gently held Macy's beautiful face tight to her pussy and came in beautiful, slow waves of pleasure.
Macy just kept right on licking, sucking, fingering and kissing Emma's pussy as Emma came and didn't stop until Emma came again ten minutes later. In fact, Macy didn't even want to stop then, but Emma made her so that she could kiss Macy's sweet, sticky face and taste her own juices on Macy's soft lips as she cuddled with her and they talked about nothing in sweet, quiet voices until Macy's bladder threatened to burst.
After that finally smoked a little weed in the living room, and relaxed and talked until the urge to make love again overtook them and they ate each other out on Emma's comfy, ratty couch until they thought they were satisfied only to wind up making love again in the shower and then again in Emma's bed until they were finally too exhausted to continue
It was a wonderful night and it was only the beginning. Macy and Emma made love almost every weekend and several week nights for several weeks after that. It was still all done under the guise of tutoring and, in fact, after that first night Emma did make a point of actually making sure that her Macy never failed to get her homework done. Not that Macy minded. Without Emma's help she wouldn't have been able to even think of keeping her grades up. She was simply too distracted with thoughts of making love to Emma. With Emma's guidance she was able to overcome that distraction while at the same time being allowed to indulge them by making love with the girl who had haunted her dreams and masturbation fantasies all semester.
It was all so wonderful, so beautiful. It was almost a dream come true.