1. The Teacher


    Date: 6/28/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Female/Female, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, School, Written by women, Author: Paige Turner, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    and pubic hair. I didn’t do it because I expected to be having sex with her, it was more to bolster my confidence and make me feel just a little more attractive. I brushed my hair down so it fell naturally around my shoulders and down my back. Finally, to finish the transformation I used some nice lipstick; it was liquid pink and made my lips look moist. I looked at myself in the one more time mirror and took another deep breath, this was it. I was so nervous that I could see myself trembling in the mirror and a question kept ringing in my brain. What if she says no? What if she says no? What if…? I tried to ignore the incessant chanting in my head and pulled my jacket on and fastened it over my shirt (if my parents had seen the way my tits were out on show they wouldn’t have let me leave!) I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. I had just enough time to drink the hot coffee my sister had made for me, then, with my heart in my mouth and my stomach in a knot, I got up and said bye to everyone. “Have a good day,” Mum shouted after me as I opened the door. “I sure hope so,” I whispered to myself as I grabbed my school bag and hung it on my shoulder. What if…? * * * * * * * * * * * Every step I took on the way to school made me ever more nervous, it was quite windy outside and my hair was being blown all over the place, eventually I smoothed it down and tucked it into my jacket. The wind served as a constant reminder of why I never liked wearing skirts, the ...
    hemline of my sensible pleated skirt was being lifted and blown, it was like God was being pervy and using the wind to see up my skirt. I rounded the corner at the end of the street and suddenly became short of breath as my school came into view. It began to dawn on me that things were getting real, I was wearing the standard school uniform on top but underneath I was dressed like a whore. Could I really do this? Was it worth it? I slowed my pace and for the hundredth time that day I considered forgetting the whole thing. “Amy? Hey Amy!” I turned around and saw one of my friends approaching me. There are quite a few routes to get to the school but they all sort of converge on a single street, like many different streams flowing into the same river. “Wait up!” she called. It was Kylie, we’d been friends since the first day of school, we always say next to each other when we were in the same lessons and we were often chastised by many teachers for messing around and giggling in the back of the class. You could say we were just the stereotypical schoolgirls. I forced a smile as I waited for her; it actually made me feel a little better knowing that I wouldn’t have to walk there on my own. So my mind was finally made up, for now at least, I’d just go with the flow and see what happens. “I wasn’t sure it was you at first,” Kylie said as she drew level with me. “Don’t think I've ever seen you in a skirt before.” “I know, but my normal trousers weren’t ready so I just threw this on,” I ...
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