As a the student’s guidance counselor I’m paid to notice changes in student behavior. I quietly came up behind the boys and as they looked up to the stairs, I looked up right along with them.
Emma Jones was descending the stairs, and those of us with our noses pointed skyward were rewarded with a glimpse of Emma’s snowy white thighs as they rose to form the crack in her heart shaped bottom.
Emma reached the last steps, and I coldly ordered her to my office.
As I closed the door, I stated, “Emma it appears you forgot to put knickers on under your school uniform this morning.”
Emma kept her head lowered, and brushed her long straight blond hair from her face, pushing the strands seductively back behind her ear. Her cheeks were flushed as she answered “Yes Miss.”
Curious and needing to get to the bottom of all this, I asked, “You obviously know the boys are looking from the bottom of the staircase. Do you find a thrill in showing yourself, or this a dare that someone put you up to?”
“Well Miss, at first it was a dare, but then I began to really like the freedom and the attention. I’ve only done it a few times. I won’t do it again, ” she pleaded.
“Well I can’t let you leave this office without being covered. Do you have your panties in your purse now?”
“No Ms. Larkin, I didn’t bring any to school at all. I was afraid If I did I would chicken out.” said Emma wisely.
“I’m going to have to call one of your parents to come and take you home then.” I said, stating the obvious.
Emily’s blue eyes widened, “Miss, my parents would be furious, they don’t have to know, please.”
“Emma you’re a bright girl. I can’t let you go running about the school without underwear.”
Emma paused and then her face brightened, “Miss. Larkin, could I borrow yours for the afternoon?”
“You can’t be serious. I’d get fired in an instant for doing such a thing.” I countered.
“No, no, Ms. Larkin it would be strictly a secret between you and I, honestly. I just need to get through these last few weeks before graduation without a black mark, please, please?” she begged.
“This is the dumbest thing I’ve done in my life.” I said out loud, as I stood up from my desk and reached under the loose grey skirt I was wearing.
I’m no teenager at 28, but Emma and I are both of medium build. The high cut lavender satin knickers I had put on this morning would fit her without a problem. Fortunately the tail of my white silk blouse kept my freshly shaved pussy mostly out of sight as I lifted my skirt and shimmied out of my panties pushing them down around my ankles. I stepped out of my black pumps and bent over retrieving my underwear from the floor.
I held the panties out to her on the tip of my finger and repeated her words back to her, “Strictly secret between you and I.”
Emma came around to the back of the desk before I had my skirt back down, and gave me a huge hug, “Oh thank you Miss. Larkin you’re incredible, I won’t tell anyone I promise.”
I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy being the hero, as well as the feeling of her school uniform pushed up against my barely covered sex.
Emma took the warm scrap of lavender material from my hand and sat down to remove her shoes. As she did her legs opened and I was given a clear view of her bald slit. She caught me staring, “Sorry Miss, I just want to get these on without messing them.”
“It’s alright Emma, you’re very pretty.”
“Thank you Miss,” she blushed,
She undid the side zipper of her tiny kilt and let it fall to the floor. The white school girl blouse was much shorter than mine and there was nothing hiding the sweet pump cleft between her legs.
Emma widened her stance and stepped out of the skirt.
Our eyes locked.
Emma lowered herself slowly back onto the chair and draped one leg over the arm. “I like it very much,” she said huskily.
She lowered Her middle finger and brushed it along the opening of her gaping pink hole. I could see as well as smell her arousal. It was intoxicating. Her finger disappeared into herself.
I rose from behind the desk, and reached for her hand. She withdrew her glistening finger and brought it to my mouth. I tasted her juices for the first time. Slick, tangy and yet so fresh.
Emma’s other hand slid up the back of my skirt. “I want to see you too Miss Larkin.” she said innocently.
I freed my hand from hers, and unzipped the back of my skirt.
As the skirt fell to the floor Emma unbuttoned the buttons of my blouse. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks and she pulled my exposed pussy to her face. I could feel her warm breath on my hardening clitoris, and her kisses against my bare mound.
“I want to thank you Miss,” her words and warm breath vibrating against my clit.
I lifted my one leg and rested my foot on the chair she in which she was sitting. Emma now had full access to my pussy. Her tongue went immediately to the top of my slit, and my throbbing clitoris.
The same finger she had so recently had inside herself was now being thrust into my sopping wet cunt. A second finger followed as she continued to lick at my hardened bud.
She pushed her two fingers in deep. My legs became wobbly as my pussy convulsed around her plunging digits.
Just as the first orgasm passed, the second wave came just as hard. I held the back of her head and pushed her tongue into my gushing slit. I savored her warmth as my cum dripped down my legs.
My legs would no longer hold me and I lowered myself onto her lap. We were face to face; my open pussy hovering over hers..
I brought my mouth to her cum soaked and swollen lips. We kissed and our tongues explored.
I tasted the familiar juices on her tongue. I love my own taste, but it was so much better from her mouth. We both undid the buttons of her blouse as we continued to kiss.
Emma reached back and unhooked her bra for me, I reached back and did the same for her.
I’ve always loved my tight perky breasts, but small B cups looked huge next to Emma’s little buds. I mashed my rock hard pink nibs into her incredible puffy protrusions as we continued to make out.
My pussy was just above hers and she was thrusting her hips up trying to generate friction.
I pulled her up and had her sit on the floor. We straddled into a scissoring position. I pushed my sopping wet cunt hard against hers.
Emma eyes were wide open watching my small breasts bounce as our pussies pushed into each other. I rewarded her by pinching my nipples as we fucked. She lowered her hand and pushed her clitoral hood back further. I could feel her clit make direct contact with mine.
Emma’s head rolled back, Warm clear girl cum squirted from her pussy. The unexpected gush of liquid hit my clit and sent me into a third quaking orgasm. Fuck, I didn’t think the rolling bursts of pleasure were ever going to end. I lay back panting.
Emma disengaged from our scissoring position and slid her soft swollen nipples up my sweat and cum covered body. “Sorry Miss, I squirted all over you.” Emma giggled.
I giggled too. I giggled like a schoolgirl.
We used the lavender panties to clean up our mess, and they were soaked when Emma finally put them on.
“Can I come and get a new pair tomorrow then?” and she giggled as she left.
