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Bedding the Babysitter Ch 04

Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female / Girl, Lesbian, School, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 88.5, Source: sexstories.com

decided to take a risk. I kissed her; a quick, yet passionate three-second kiss. As expected, she didn't break it. Instead I did and whispered into her ear, "I will be at the front of the mall in five minutes. If you want to take me up on my offer, pick me up. If you don't, I will catch the bus and head home." I bit her ear gently and allowed my hot breath to linger. She gave just the softest of moans, the evidence I needed to feel confident my seduction was working. Satisfied I had enticed her, I stood up and walked away. I was tempted to look back, but resisted. I couldn’t believe how excited and nervous I was while I waited to see if my boldness paid off. Two weeks ago I was too shy to even complain when my order was wrong at McDonald's. Now I had just propositioned my teacher. I checked the time, every few seconds, hoping I enticed her enough. Just as I was beginning to think I had failed a second time, Miss Morgan pulled up. I got in the passenger side and she quickly sped off, like she was the getaway driver in a bank robbery. Once on the road, she said, "I can't believe we are going to do this." I attempted to comfort her and convince her she made the right decision. "Me either, Miss Morgan. I have wanted this to happen for a long time." "Really?" she asked, surprised. "Miss Morgan, I began to think I might be a lesbian when I started taking your class. I began dreaming about you. I fantasized kissing you, touching you, pleasing you. I just never thought you might be ... interested in someone like me." "Oh my God, Jenny, I have had inappropriate thoughts about you all semester. Way before you began to dress so provocatively. I loved how cute, innocent and pure you looked," my teacher confessed. Insecurity hit me. "Do you mean you like the old me more?" "No, but the old you was more the real you, don't you think?" The conversation was getting very real. I knew I had changed a lot these past couple of weeks in all areas, but not once did I think it was a bad thing. Was I losing the real me? Was the old me even the real me? If not, who was the real me? These thoughts ricocheted around my head like a racquetball. I announced my sudden insecurities. "I don't know who the real me is anymore, Miss Morgan." "Just do what you want to do Jenny. Don't do things for others’ approval. You are a great young lady and have a bright future ahead of you." Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was strange to have someone tell me to be myself, especially when I no longer knew who that was. Finally, I spoke the only truth I knew for sure. "Miss Morgan I am still trying to figure out who I am. I don't know what I want to do next year, I don't know where I want to be next year, but I do know where I want to be right now." I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently. Her face turned red and her breathing changed just slightly. "Jenny, are you sure?" "Miss Morgan, I am unsure of many things in life. But when it comes to this," I paused, "I have never been surer of ...