Chapter 7: A very understanding history teacher!

Our day on the beach finished far too quickly. It had been exciting but quite exhausting and both Abi and I had trouble keeping our eyes open as Mum drove us home early that evening. As the noise of the car engine droned on, my mind kept replaying images of our day - the excitement of the sea and the waves on our naked bodies, our little bit of 'voyeurism' in the morning with Annie and Kate, our fun with each other and the tanning cream, the amazement and excitement of Mum 'helping', our session afterwards 'helping Mum out', and finally our fun with little Vikki later on. It certainly beat building sandcastles!...

After Vikki had returned to some semblance of normality, we'd chatted to her a bit and discovered that she sometimes visited our area to see an aunt and uncle of hers. All three of us were excited by the thought of possibly getting together again sometime so agreed to swap mobile numbers as soon as we got back to the main beach.

When we'd returned from our session, Mum was of course fascinated to know what we'd been up to again. We'd just told her that we'd been having fun with a new friend - I think she guessed what sort of fun that might have been! She had then insisted that we all put our bikinis on again though; with the new people on the beach, she was worried what might happen if they saw us. As we hadn't taken ours down to the sea with us that last time, we'd already had to rush back naked to our spot on the beach very quickly hoping that the new couple wouldn't notice us, although little Jake was probably watching our every move as Vikki wandered back to them! Anyway, Vikki was round to see us within a few minutes (wearing her bikini now of course!) to exchange numbers. I could see Mum eyeing her up and I wondered if she was just thinking about what we might have been doing with her or whether she was interested herself!...

I glanced across now through heavy eyelids at Abi sitting beside me in the back of the car. Her eyes were closed, her head to one side - she looked as though she'd finally fallen asleep. I could just make out the shape of her small boobs nestling beneath her T-shirt - how cute she looked. I felt a tremor of arousal again but suppressed it - I really wasn't awake enough to fully appreciate it just now. There had been an occasion, just a few months before, which I suddenly remembered quite vividly. We'd been driving home very late at night on a long journey, our parents in the front, myself and Abi in the back as we were now. She'd been wearing an open neck shirt then and had slumped in her seat so that, in the glare of passing street lights, I'd just caught brief glimpses of her tiny budding boobs. Maybe I was bored, maybe I'd got myself aroused from other memories as well - whatever the reason, I ended up gently teasing myself until I was just aching to come. Mum and Abi had both been asleep, but I was worried my Dad might notice so I'd had to be very careful and when I did actually come, I'd buried my face in the cushion I was using as a pillow to muffle the sound - I'd always found it difficult to keep quiet if I had a good one and it certainly was then! It had felt really wicked, but it had been great fun!...

The next thing I knew we were turning into our drive at home - and the weekend was over.

That weekend had been a watershed in the lives of both Abi and myself. The week before, we had both been relatively naïve sisters, unaware of the other's sexuality, and largely unaware of our own. We'd been aware our parents still enjoyed an active sex life but had no idea just how enthusiastic our mother was, or quite how broadminded! But now our newfound pleasures were rarely far from our minds. Throughout the following week, I would frequently find my mind wandering during lessons to the experiences of the weekend, and particularly to the intimacy that Abi and I had achieved. It gave me a lovely warm feeling whenever I re-played the events over in my mind.

Over the next few days, things returned to normal - almost. Abi and I couldn't get enough of each other! Every night she would either slip into my bed, or I would slip into hers. We often returned to our own later as neither of us were very good at sleeping all night with the two of us in a single bed. But we loved it immensely. We seemed permanently besotted, both with each other, and with sex. And it seemed just as good every night!

And not only at night either. I seemed to now have an endless appetite for sex so that when my mind strayed in that direction at school, as it seemed to do all too frequently, I would often find myself gently teasing my easily aroused body without having realised quite what I was doing. It happened most during the boring lessons when we were just sitting there listening to the teacher droning on and were expected to be taking notes. Then my mind would soon slip back to remember one of my sessions with Abi or the fun on the beach at the weekend and, seemingly in no time at all, I would feel that familiar tingling in my boobs as they tightened up, the nips stiffening inside my tight school bra. And the more I became aware of it, the more I found I couldn't ignore it. And so, before I knew it, I would be surreptitiously giving my poor squashed nips a friendly rub or a little squeeze whenever I got a chance.

Usually, something would happen that would take my mind of it before things went too far - the teacher looking for some sort of class involvement, or one of the other girls doing something which distracted me - but not every time! The history lesson on the Tuesday afternoon was the first time it happened. Miss Durham was not the most inspiring of teachers, and I was soon in a fine state of arousal as she droned on. It didn't help that she was actually quite attractive, in a weird sort of way. I hadn't really noticed before but she was younger than most teachers - probably in her late twenties - with a fairly full figure. She sometimes took us for gym as well, so I knew that she was in quite good shape. As I gave my left nip yet another quick squeeze, I thought how good her boobs looked, firm and outthrust under a quite tight T-shirt. I could just make out the line of her bra through the material and strained to see if I could see the bump of her nipples, but couldn't really see anything.

Her moves back and forth in front of the board meant that she kept turning, showing me first the front of them and then the side view. And as she reached up to write on the board, they would move up and down with her arm, subtly changing shape as they did. I envied her those gorgeous mounds. My right nip tingled fiercely and I reached to give it another rub and a squeeze. Gorgeous! That felt so good. I glanced down and could see them both now, firmly pressing out against my bra, struggling to break free. Poor things. How I longed to let them out! Everyone else seemed to be diligently taking notes - or at least pretending to. I really had to rub my left one now - I just couldn't stand it any more. I slid my right hand up over my school shirt, pausing as it moved over the swell of my boob, feeling the hardness of my nip beneath, pressing, rubbing, then quickly squeezing before moving on. Mmmm, gorgeous.

I felt flushed now and really wanted more. My eyes were fixed on Miss Durham and I found myself trying to imagine what she would look like if she stripped her T-shirt off. And then, how it would be if she undid her bra. I imagined those juicy mounds springing free as she removed it. I imagined her nipples swelling up like mine had done, big and juicy, bouncing up and down as she moved. And as my mind got carried away on this fantasy, my body responded even further, and I felt my pussy starting to tingle fiercely as well and knew that I just had to look after it. I sat up more closely to my desk so that no one could see and let my right hand slip down to my thigh, then cautiously back up under my school skirt. I found myself holding my breath scared that everyone would hear me. Then my fingers reached my knickers - my white school regulation knickers - and I could feel the hot dampness immediately. I pressed against my pussy. Oh how lovely that felt! Just the steady pressure was marvellous. My glazed eyes followed Miss Durham as she moved, my cheeks warm and flushed. And with my left hand, I gave my boobs yet another little rub to keep them happy. And just at that very moment, Miss Durham's eyes swept across the classroom. As they reached me, I was convinced that they paused. They seemed to stop, to glance down at my boobs and the quick movement of my hand away from them, to move back up to my face, and then to very briefly look straight into my eyes, before moving swiftly on.

I knew that she would have been able to see my nips outlined against my shirt and felt excited and scared at the same time. But my pussy tingled more fiercely and I knew that the excitement was winning. I eased the gusset of my knickers to one side and slipped my fingers into my pussy. Oh what joy! I was really hot and wet in there now and the feel of my fingers sliding in was absolute heaven. My whole body was feeling overheated and I so longed to throw of all those silly clothes. I imagined sitting there naked, Miss Durham watching as I masturbated. My face burned as the fire raged inside me. I kept my eyes on her, scared that she would look at me again. And it wasn't long before she did! Again she scanned the class, and again her eyes seemed to pause at me. I was obviously imagining it but it still both scared and excited me. I even imagined this time the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips as her eyes quickly moved on. I pressed my fingers eagerly up inside my pussy, squeezing my thighs hard together to increase the exquisite pressure.

And as I began to wonder how I could control my growing arousal, I continued to dream of Miss Durham's gorgeous boobs being exposed. I couldn't help myself trying to imagine what her nips were like, lying dormant inside that sexy bra - well, it seemed sexy to me anyway. And as I studied them, I was convinced I could just make out the shape of her nips now. The excitement was obviously fuelling my fantasies, almost bringing them to life. My body was aching for release now, my nips agonisingly tight, my pussy tingly wildly, and I was having great trouble keeping still. My left hand was making more frequent trips to satisfy my boobs with less and less concern for who might see. And then, again Miss Durham scanned the class - this time seemingly focussing almost immediately on me, pausing what seemed an unreasonably long time, before moving on with that enigmatic smile and what seemed like a real twinkle in her eyes.

Her proud boobs jutted forth as she turned towards the board again, and now I was convinced I could see the clear outline of her nipples beneath. It was too much for me and as I pressed my fingers hard up inside me, a glorious orgasm washed over me and I struggled to control my shaking body, desperately grabbing a tissue and holding it to my mouth in a valiant effort to suppress the groan of pleasure that followed. And of course, as I did, she looked at me again. There was no scanning the classroom this time. As she turned back from the board, her eyes moved straight to me and I felt naked under her gaze, convinced that she knew exactly what was happening. Even though she managed to keep talking to the class, her eyes paused long enough to make contact with mine and I suspect, to take in exactly what was going on. I felt mortified, yet she didn't look cross, or upset. Indeed, that little smile played on her lips again. And she didn't say anything to me. The lesson moved inexorably onwards as I gradually returned to earth after my brief trip to heaven!

Eventually, my sweating body cooled down, my nips relaxed again and I even started listening to a bit of the lesson. I kept an eye on Miss Durham's boobs for a while though, just to check that her nips really had become more visible and I was convinced of it. Although they'd been quite clearly outlined by the time I'd come, by the end of the lesson they were quite invisible again. The implications were obvious - and amazing! It seemed to me that not only had she noticed what I was doing, not only did she not mind, but she was positively turned on by it! I didn't have any idea what to do with this knowledge but it did excite me.

At the end of the lesson, I shyly kept my eyes away from her as we filed out of the classroom - but as I walked past her, she quietly said: "Could I have a quick word with you please, Liz?"

I looked up at her, trembling, but she smiled at me and I immediately felt less nervous. "Yes, Miss Durham", I answered.

She stood beside me at the front of the classroom until everyone else had filed out and then she turned to me, her eyes bright and lively and said "Well Liz, I'm not sure that you were fully concentrating on what I was saying for all of that lesson! Am I mistaken?"

This was weird. She should have been cross with me. She should have been adopting her "severe" tone. But she wasn't at all. She seemed to be unable to suppress a grin as she said it. And I'm sure her eyes scanned down my body and back up again as she spoke as well. I didn't really know how to react. I thought of my recent orgasm and of watching her apparent interest and a shiver of excitement ran through me again - but I was still nervous of her. I suddenly realised she was waiting for an answer.

"Err, well, I think I may have missed just a little bit", I replied, hesitantly.

She chuckled. "Well, it looked to me like rather more than 'a little bit'! It looked to me like you missed quite a lot! And it looked to me like you were enjoying yourself far too much for a history lesson as well!!". She chuckled again, "It's OK, Liz", she went on looking at my worried face. "I'm not going to punish you. You rather livened up the lesson for me too. It's not every day I see someone doing that in one of my lessons. I'm quite surprised that you didn't disturb the rest of the class!"

"I'm sorry, Miss" I said, "I didn't mean to do much at all really but I sort of got carried away!"

"Yes, I rather thought you did", she chuckled, "and you seemed to be looking at me an awful lot too. I hope you weren't fantasising about me at all!"

She was still smiling, almost as though she was really enjoying this little exchange, but I went bright red when she said that. It was like she had seen right through me. I felt myself blushing but couldn't do anything about it, and I couldn't really answer either. I felt all tongue-tied.

Her eyes seemed to soften as she looked at me and she suddenly, tenderly, reached out and gently pushed back a strand of hair from my eyes. It was a touching gesture. "You're a pretty little thing you know, but it wouldn't do for you to get behind with your lessons. I think maybe I'd better give you a little extra tuition to make up for your lapse in attention. Do you think that would be a good idea?"

I suddenly felt a surge of affection for her. And I felt sure that she was interested in more than just tuition - well, more than just history tuition anyway! I let my gaze drop from her face briefly and found my eyes alighting on her lovely bust. There, just a few feet from my eyes were those gorgeous boobs which I had fantasised about so recently and there was the outline of her nips clearly showing again! Embarrassed, I quickly looked back up at her. Suddenly, a little private tuition seemed like quite an exciting idea! "Yes, Miss, thank you. I think it would".

And as I watched, she almost absentmindedly reached up and brushed an imaginary bit of fluff off her T-shirt, dusting right across her right boob. "OK then", she continued, "Come to my office after school finishes tomorrow afternoon and we'll see what we can do. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, Miss, that would be fine", I answered, almost too enthusiastically now.

I couldn't get the planned meeting out of my mind for the rest of the day. Or that evening, or the next day for that matter. I couldn't resist telling Abi about it as we lay snuggled up together in bed that night. She found it very arousing and insisted on me recounting every little detail. By the time I'd finished, we were both very turned on and had soon brought each other to lovely climaxes.

By the time classes finished the next afternoon, I was feeling very excited and nervous again. I made my way to Miss Durham's office, down a long corridor, some distance from the main classrooms, with other teachers' offices all around. I tentatively knocked on her door.

There was a clear call of "Come in" so I opened it and stepped inside. It was small and cosy, with a carpet, desk, small settee, pictures, a few other odd bits of furniture, and bright windows looking out over the playing fields. She was sitting behind her desk as I entered but got up to greet me. Her face broke into a broad smile as she saw me and she said, "Ah Liz. So glad you could come. Hold on a minute, let me lock this door - we don't want to be disturbed do we!"

I mumbled something in agreement, still a bit embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Now, come and sit beside me over here and we can talk", and she gestured to the small settee near the desk. She led the way and patted the seat beside her, encouraging me to sit down. She was wearing similar clothes to yesterday - a fitted T-shirt and fairly modest length skirt - and I noticed her legs for the first time as she sat down and the skirt rode up slightly. She wasn't wearing any tights - which I was sure she normally did - so exposing fairly well tanned muscular thighs. Neither was I of course, but that was because we never did during the summer term.

I sat down nervously and looked at her. "Well, we're here to catch up on what you missed in your history lesson yesterday, aren't we. Perhaps it would help if we started with you explaining exactly what happened".

My mouth dropped open slightly as I realised what she had said. "What, you mean explain actually what I did?" I asked, surprised.

"Well yes, that's what I meant. Does it embarrass you? I guess it probably does. Still, it would help me understand where we should start from, and I'd be very interested to hear if you don't mind telling me. So let me help you get going. When did your mind first start to wander?"

I explained roughly what part of the lesson it was when I started to get bored and my mind drifted off to my previous session with Abi.

"And what was it that you started thinking about?" she continued, smiling encouragingly.

"Mmm, err, I'm not sure I can say", I stammered.

She smiled understandingly. "OK, I understand. Maybe later. Well, how did it affect you then?"

And so, she gradually got me to explain the slow build up of my excitement and how I'd moved from the occasional rub of my boobs to eventually properly bringing myself off with my fingers in my pussy. I could see that she found it exciting to listen to my account from her expressions and comments. And then she went on, "And how did I come into your fantasies then?"