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Jeon:
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Ultimas:
Henrietta didn't know what to do for sure. Her teacher had replied just like she was replying to one of Henrietta's excuses for not doing any homework. A sort of been-there-done-that tone that implied she knew what she was doing and didn't need this conversation since she knew what was going on already. “And......look....I'm not comfortable with this. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not bi-curious or whatever.” The button came undone, the offending hand reached down to the next, and Henrietta looked down towards it, then back up at her teacher, desperately, “Rita, I'm not a lesbian.”

“Really? Yeah, I figured as much. That's okay, no worries.” the very attractive, dark-skinned woman said to her student—like she had dealt with this situation a thousand times before. Like Henrietta was making excuses that didn't need to be made. Then she added, with a smile, “I'll enjoy you enough for the both of us.”

Then she leaned in and brought her lips to Henrietta's.






Chapter Eleven

Henrietta closed her lips tight, and Rita's started a gentle but consistent attack in retaliation for the non-cooperation. Rita kissed her student's lips once, then twice, quickly, and then planted her lips on the girl's for a good long, sustained attempt. Her hands, moved from the embrace to quickly and deftly undoing the remaining few buttons on Henrietta's shirt, while Henrietta haplessly held her teacher's wrists, making a sorry attempt to keep the hands from doing their work. The groping of the breast had been a demand for sex. That demand not being answered in the positive, there was a declaration of war, and Rita had begun the battle.

Henrietta was confused and unsure of herself. This was so unexpected. She had a dozen disconnected thoughts running through her mind, and the overflow of physical sensations was as overpowering as Rita's body. The determined hands working away at her clothing, the large soft lips that were so aggressively enjoying her own, the feel of her teacher's breaths against her upper lip and nose were regulated and under control, but nonetheless felt passionate.

She could hardly concentrate on fighting Rita's hands when her teacher's lips were trying to get her to open her mouth, with the occasional flick of her tongue showing that she was not satisfied with simple kisses. Her shirt was undone and being pushed off her shoulders before she even realized it was happening. The kissing was really throwing her off. She was a step behind her teacher because of it. Her eyes closed, as the teacher was just too close...

Rita was pleased. She looked at this like she was besieging a city or fighting a war. She opened her campaign against her opponent with a full-on surprise assault on her mouth, but she compounded the confusion by beginning an attack from an unexpected direction, and, before the defender could react, she was attacking somewhere else. First the buttons to the blouse were undone, and when Henrietta's hands went to frantically fumble away at redoing them, the blouse was being pulled off her shoulders, and when her hands went to find her blouse to pull it back on, her skirt was being hiked up to expose her pink thong, but in the time it took for a hand to start pulling the skirt back down to cover herself, her bra was off and gone. Slowly but surely the girl was being undressed, and Rita was happy about her progress.

She was a great multi-tasker, and working away at Henrietta was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and she was going at it like a project that needed to be done. She was very efficient.

The bra was gone, and the breasts were ready to be enjoyed, but there was no need to divide the attack yet. The forceful kissing was Henrietta's primary defense concern, since it was direct contact with her body, but since her clothes being steadily removed was not as jolting to the senses, her brain was slower to react to that affront.

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