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Boston Public: Boston Private (FF, 1st-lesbian experience, school)
by Ann Douglas ([email protected])
The bell had sounded over an hour before, signally the end of the last period
as Lauren Davis, head of the Social Studies Department, walked down the empty
halls of Winslow High. The slender twenty something blond was carrying on an
animated discussion with Marilyn Sudor, another of the teachers. The two had
been friends almost since the day they had both started at the school, and
Lauren often turned to Marilyn for advice.
"I really don't know what I'm going to do with Harvey," Lauren said as they
"What's he done this time?" the auburn haired black woman laughed softly.
Harvey Lipschultz was an aging relic of the Social Studies department. He was
long past the age where he could retire, but he had steadfastly refused to do
so. Despite the many problems he had caused her, Lauren had a deep affection
for the teacher dating back to the days when she sat one of these classrooms
as a student.
So far this year alone, he had tried to send Dana Poole, one of the most
popular girls in the school, home for not wearing a bra. That action had let
to a demonstration of support by most of the female student body who also
then went braless. A protest that while not appreciated by the school
hierarchy, was quite enjoyable to the other half of the student population.
He'd also alienated a significant portion of his black students with some of
his comments, as well as made several accusations about the sexual
particularities of some of his fellow teachers. Lately there'd been some talk
that he might actually be lapsing into senility.
"Just another argument between him and Guber," Lauren replied, making
reference to Scott Guber, Winslow's Vice Principal.
"What was it about?" Marilyn inquired, then added. "Wait, I don't even think
I want to know."
Lauren shot Marilyn a hard look.
"Sorry girl," Marilyn responded, "but if you're looking for sympathy for
having to deal with Harvey, don't look at me. I would have let them fire him
a half dozen times this year alone."
The blond haired department head was about to say something to her friend
when a noise from the classroom they were passing caught her attention.
"Did you hear that?" she said instead.
Marilyn raised a finger to her mouth to show that yes she did hear it, and
that they should be quiet. Moving to the back door of the supposedly empty
classroom, the two teachers glanced through the glass window.
"Oh my God!" Lauren gasped in a whisper as she saw what was going beyond the
door. "I ..."
"Shhh!" Marilyn cut her off, taking her own long look.
In the far corner of the room, visible only from the back door, were two
students. One was instantly recognizable as Dana Poole. She was sitting on
the edge of a desk, lip locked with another girl. The second student's face
wasn't clearly visible, but what was clear was that she had one of her hands
inside Dana's blouse. Dana, in turn, had her own hand up the other girl's
Before the two girls could become aware of the teachers looking in on them,
Marilyn grabbed Lauren's arm and silently pulled her away from the door and
down the hall. She didn't stop until they had put a closed door between them
and what they had just witnessed.
"We have to go back there and do something," Lauren said as soon as they
"Do what?" Marilyn asked. "Tell them they're not allowed to kiss on school
"We can't do nothing," Lauren insisted.
"That's exactly what we're going to do," Marilyn insisted. "With all the
things that have happened in this school this past year, the last thing we
need is another sex scandal. Especially one that you bring to light."
The last part of Marilyn's comment hit her colleague hard. A few months
before, Lauren had practically walked in on two students, that time a boy and
girl, in an empty stairwell. The girl, Susan Potter, had been on her knees,
performing oral sex on Peter Nelson. Both of them were candidates for Student
Council President and it turned out that the sex act had been a bribe to
Peter to drop out of the race and throw his support behind Susan. After
Lauren exposed them, Steven Harper, Winslow's Principal, disqualified both of
them from the election and the third candidate won.
What had shocked Lauren so much about that whole incident was the casual way
both students viewed it. Susan had said that it was no big thing, rating oral
sex no higher on the scale then Lauren had rated french kissing when she was
her age. And when questioned about the morality of trading a sexual favor in
exchange for throwing the election, Peter had simply explained, "Are you
kidding, haven't you ever seen Susan Potter?"
"Half the students in this school don't trust you, especially after you blew
the whistle on those two," Marilyn said. "Is it worth it to lose the other
half for that?"
With all the real problems facing them, drugs, teen pregnancy, students
dropping out, the fact that two students might be experimenting with
lesbianism seemed pretty low on the list. Reluctantly, Lauren finally agreed
* * *
The next day was Friday and the two teachers found themselves in the near
empty teacher's lounge, still discussing what had happened the day before.
They were speaking in low tones, trying to keep the conversation private, but
were still overheard by Marla Hendricks, one of the older teachers.
"I'm not surprised," Marla offered her unsolicited opinion. "It used to be
some girls experimented with that sort of thing in college, now it's high
school. With all the diseases going around, not to mention boyfriends who get
them pregnant and then disappear, more girls are finding other ways to take
care of their sexual urges. Besides, it's not the worse way to have an orgasm
if you don't have a steady man."
As Marla finished her coffee and began to leave for her next class, both of
the younger women had to wonder about the last part of her comment. The way
she said it made them wonder if perhaps she had some personal experience in
that area. Bolder than Lauren, Marilyn asked just that. Pausing for a moment
before walking away, Marla just smiled broadly at the question.
The loud ringing of the bell cut off any further discussion, reminding both
Lauren and Marilyn that they too had classes waiting for them. They gathered
up their things and began to leave as well.
"Are we still on for dinner at my place tonight?" Marilyn asked before Lauren
disappeared out the door.
Lauren nodded that they were. With her on again, off again, relationship with
fellow teacher, Harry Senate in the latter mode once again, Lauren had been
pretty much keeping to himself in the off hours. Marilyn was determined to
bring her out of her low spirits, but so far had only gotten her to agree to
dinner at her apartment rather than going out.
Dinner went off pretty well, they both agreed. The meal was quite simple but
then neither of them were great cooks. It was enough for the two of them to
put the week's problems behind them and relax for a while.
After dinner, Marilyn produced a second bottle of wine and they moved their
conversation to the small living room. They sat on opposite ends of the couch
and after they made themselves comfortable, Marilyn poured them each a full
"Things any better between you and Harry?" Marilyn asked as she took a sip of
"I'd really rather not discuss Harry right now," Lauren countered, taking an
even larger sample of her own drink.
"All right," Marilyn said, "but just remember, if all else fails there's
That suggestion caused Lauren to almost choke on her wine. It was public
knowledge that Scott Guber had an almost schoolboy like crush on her. A
rigid, no-nonsense disciplinarian, Guber was looked on as an almost neo-nazi
by most of the student body and even some of the faculty. While Lauren didn't
view him as that extreme in most cases, the one time he had actually asked
her out had almost made her nauseous.
"Well if I'm going to be stuck with Guber," she joked after catching her
breath. "I guess that leaves you with Steven."
Steven Harper, the Principal of Winslow High was a tall, powerfully built
black man. With a clean shaven head and a carefully trimmed goatee and
mustache, he was considered quite an impressive figure.
"Hmmm," the brown skinned woman said as she considered the idea. "That might
not be so bad. Steven is a pretty big man. Might be fun to find out if that
goes for everything about him."
"You are so bad," Lauren responded.
They continued to chat for a while, discussing some of the things that had
happened over the school year. If nothing else, as Marilyn had insinuated the
day before, this seemed to be the year of the sex scandal.
First there was a mini-scandal with Harry having kissed Dana Poole. It had
led to her blackmailing Harry into helping her out when she was in trouble
with Guber. Then there was the disclosure of a Pussy Posse game being played
by the male seniors. A game where they got different points for bedding
female students, with the most going for a freshman.
It was followed by the discovery of a journal by a teacher who died suddenly.
In it he had written that he was sleeping with one of his students. In the
end, it turned out that the whole affair was the result of his obsession with
the girl and had never happened.
A more real affair occurred between Milton Buttle, one of the English
teachers and a student. True, when he first met her, he thought she was a
twenty-year-old Harvard student and not an eighteen-year-old senior. But he'd
continued sleeping with her even after he found out she went to Winslow. The
revelation of the affair had cost him his job.
"You can't tell me," Marilyn was saying as she refilled both of their
glasses, "that a good number of the men at Winslow wish they couldn't have
traded places with Milton for a night. As long as they didn't get caught of
course. Sleeping with a student has got to be their biggest fantasy."
"Right up there with watching two women," Lauren said, realizing that the
wine was getting to her as she repeated something Harry had mentioned to her
one night in bed.
"Tell me about it, girlfriend," Marilyn said, feeling a little of the wine's
effect as well. "It seems like there comes a point in every relationship that
a man brings up the idea of a threesome. Just so he can see you and another
girl get it on."
It must've been the wine, but Lauren found the determination to ask a
question she normally never would.
"Marilyn, have you ever done it?" Lauren asked, the meaning of "it"
"Well to be honest," her fellow teacher replied, "I've been hit on by women
before, but I've never taken any of them up on their offers. Still, I have
thought about what it might be like at times. "
"I can believe that women hit on you too," Lauren agreed.
In the beginning of the school year, Holt `45, the popular student website
run by Sheryl Holt had run a poll on what female teachers the students most
wanted to sleep with. Marilyn had come in first, gathering twice as many
votes as the runner-up.
Lauren had ranked lower on the list, barely beating out a few women almost
twice her age for the seventh position. That had upset her so much that she
had a friend hack the site and get the raw data for the poll. More shocking
than how few people had voted for her was how many girls had taken the poll
and voted for Marilyn.
"How about you?" Marilyn asked in return.
"Sometimes," Lauren answered almost hesitantly, "I think about what it would
be like to kiss another girl. Just to satisfy my curiosity."
Marilyn laughed at her response.
"I'm glad you think it's so funny," the blond said, a little touch of anger
in her voice.
"I wasn't laughing at you, Lauren," Marilyn explained. "A friend of mine, I
think you met her once, Rene, the lawyer, told me a story about her roommate.
It seems another female lawyer in her firm was having dreams about kissing
"I don't see what that has to do ..."
"It was just that you used almost the same words that her roommate used to
justify it when they did kiss each other," Marilyn said, before pausing to
take another drink of the wine.
"Did it satisfy their curiosity?" Lauren asked.
"Well to hear, Renee, tell it," Marilyn smiled, "her friend came home that
night with a very satisfied look on her face."
Now Lauren paused to take a long taste of her wine. The look on her face was
one Marilyn knew well. It was a look of remembrance.
"You're thinking about Dana Poole, aren't you?" Marilyn asked.
Lauren nodded her head yes.
"I guess I've been thinking about her too," Marilyn admitted.
"Do you think we could?" Lauren asked, the need to actually say it outright
"Can't see what harm it would do?" Marilyn smiled.
"Guess not," Lauren smiled in return. "It really can't do any harm, just a
little kiss ..."
"... just to satisfy our curiosity," Marilyn finished the sentence.
Both women leaned forward as their lips met. It was a gentle kiss at first,
just the barest caress of their lips against each other. Then it became just
a little more intimate as their tongues came into play. The kiss seemed both
endless and all too brief. Rather than satisfying their curiosity, it only
seemed to intensify it.
"That was ..." Lauren began.
"...Intense," Marilyn finished.
"Again?" Lauren asked, unsure of the answer she would get.
"Why not?" Marilyn replied.
They kissed again, the degree of their connection being just a little
stronger. Without asking about it, a third kiss followed without pause. To
Lauren's surprise, she found her hand resting on Marilyn's breast, mirroring
what she had seen Dana and that other girl doing yesterday. To her relief as
she realized she had done it, Marilyn didn't seem to mind at all.
In fact, rather than be shocked, Marilyn took Lauren's hand in her own and
slipped it under her blouse, bringing it to rest against her naked flesh
"Oh my," Lauren said as she took a long deep breath.
"Exactly," Marilyn added.
"I think that maybe we should take a few moments to think about this," Lauren
said as she reluctantly withdrew her hand from inside Marilyn's shirt.
A shattering quiet filled the room as both women realize that they are the
edge of crossing a line. They moved back a little further from each other,
each taking another drink of wine.
"I think this is going a little further than we planned," Lauren said.
"Is that a bad thing?" Marilyn asked.
"After all we're both adults."
"I guess not, and yes we are," said Lauren.
"So I guess the question to ask is," Marilyn said. "Do we really want to
"I guess it would be nice if we understood what the attraction to it all
was," Lauren replied in way of not giving too direct an answer.
"But it would only be this one time, right?" asked Marilyn.
"Absolutely," Lauren replied.
"Then I guess what we should decide first then is how far we should take
this, just so we don't have a problem later on," Marilyn said.
"That's a good idea," agreed Lauren.
"So how far do we go?" Marilyn repeated.
"How far do you think we should go?" Lauren asked in turn.
"Well we're not going to go anywhere is we keep asking this back and forth,"
"I guess you're right," Lauren said, as she paused to take a long, deep
breath. "If we're only going to try this once, then maybe we should try it
"All, meaning everything?" Marilyn asked.
"Everything would include our going down on each other?" Marilyn continued,
getting straight to the most extreme possibility.
"Unless you have a problem with that," Lauren quickly said. "We could
"No, I just wanted to make sure the parameters of our little experiment."
Marilyn warmly smiled.
"Then I guess there's nothing left but to just do it, I guess." Lauren
Marilyn replied by taking the glass of wine out of Lauren's hand and putting
both of them on the coffee table. She leaned across the small distance
between them on the couch and kissed Lauren again. As her tongue slipped into
the history teacher's mouth, Marilyn's hands slipped up under her shirt as
"Oh yes," Lauren moaned as Marilyn's hands squeezed her small mounds through
The chocolate hued teacher slid down her hands and grabbed the bottom of
Lauren's shirt. Then pulled it up and over Lauren's head, tossing it aside
to the floor. She leaned forward and kissed the exposed flesh of her pale
breasts. Her tongue tickled Lauren's skin, causing her to giggle.
Reaching behind her, Lauren undid the hook of her bra, letting it fall
forward into Marilyn's hands. She dropped it to the floor as well, then moved
her mouth to cover the newly exposed bright pink nipples.
"Yes!" Lauren moaned even louder as Marilyn's red lips closed around her
nipples, pulling them into her mouth. It was a feeling that was both familiar
and excitingly new.
Marilyn continued to feast on the ambrosia of her new love's mounds,
alternating the soft caress of her lips and tongue with the sharp bite of her
teeth. It was a combination that Lauren seemed to thrive on. A fact attested
to by the increasing volume of her cries.
"Oh Marilyn, I want to do that to you so much," Lauren said between moans,
"you have such beautiful breasts."
Marilyn leaned back and slowly, erotically, began to undo her blouse. With
each undone button, more of the creamy brown flesh beneath became visible,
and with it the rising beat of Lauren's heart.
Finally only a red lace bra was left, the sheer material concealing what had
been unofficially voted the best tits at Winslow High. Lauren reached out and
undid the small clasp between those mounds, setting them free. As the rich
dark chocolate nipples came into view, Lauren couldn't wait to taste them.
She didn't have to wait as Marilyn took hold of her left breast and lifted it
to Lauren's mouth. As she sucked on the tasty treat, Marilyn ran her fingers
through the blonde's hair, stroking the back of her neck as well.
"Oh yes, lick them," she purred as Lauren returned the pleasure Marilyn had
just given her. "Suck them hard."
"They are so sweet," Lauren said as she licked the erect nipples.
"Well maybe this will make them taste even better," Marilyn laughed as she
had a sudden inspiration and picked up her wine glass from the table and
poured the last of it over her breasts.
The drink spread out across her warm flesh, forming a shiny film against her
dark skin. Lauren stretched out her darting tongue and began to lick the
tasty beverage, now mixed with Marilyn's own flavoring, from her breasts. The
mix, she decided, had greatly improved the wine.
The two topless women continued to make out on the couch with a fiery
passion, exploring each other with their hands and mouths. It was like they
were teenagers again, making out in the backseat up at lover's lane.
Marilyn took Lauren's hand and guided it under her skirt and inside the
matching red panties beneath. A hot rush of excitement filled Lauren's body
as her fingers pressed against the now saturated mound.
"I want you inside me," Marilyn whispered in her ear, planting a soft kiss
there as well.
Lauren responded with enthusiasm as she slid first one, then two fingers
inside of Marilyn's womanhood. Slowly at first, then with an increasing lust,
she pumped them in and out of her. Now it was Marilyn's turn to moan with
Undoing the belt on Lauren's jeans, Marilyn managed to pull them down her
legs. Lauren reciprocated by undoing Marilyn's skirt. Since they had tossed
off their shoes and socks when they both curled up on the couch, they were
both left with only their panties.
Marilyn matched Lauren's moves, sliding her own hand into her plain white
panties and her fingers past the trimmed blond bush. In no time at all the
two teachers were furiously finger fucking each other.
Now both were covered with a sticky film of sweat as they pushed the other
along the road to orgasm. A road that proved rather short as first Lauren,
then Marilyn had a brief but pleasing climax.
"That was great," Marilyn said as they wrapped her arms around Lauren and
pulled her close, "really great."
"I think fantastic would be a better choice of words," Lauren offered as she
kissed Marilyn's cheek.
"I'll defer to your judgment," Marilyn chuckled, "after all, you are a
"What should we try next?" Lauren asked, her voice containing a small fear
that Marilyn might decide that her curiosity had been satisfied and bring
their explorations to a stop.
Marilyn took what seemed like such a long time answering that Lauren was sure
that her fear was right on the money. Then it was dashed aside as Marilyn
smiled invitingly and suggested that they move their little adventure to the
bedroom where they might be more comfortable.
Once spread out on Marilyn's bed, they quickly took off each other's panties,
removing the last barrier between them. They pressed their bodies together,
rubbing first their nipples, then their pussies against each other. Still
filled with curious excitement, they continued what they had started on the
"Hold on a second," Marilyn interrupted as an idea sparkled in her eyes. "I
have something we can use."
Disengaging herself from their embrace, Marilyn leaned over and reached into
the bottom drawer of her night table. As she did, Lauren couldn't help but
appreciate the rounded smoothness of her ass. God this woman had a perfect
body, she thought.
From within the table, Marilyn produced a slim, smooth white plastic
vibrator. The appearance of the phallic shaped toy brought a look of surprise
to Lauren's face.
"Oh come on," Marilyn laughed, "like you don't have one too."
"Have one?" Lauren repeated in all seriousness. "Up until thirty second ago,
I'd never even seen one."
"You're kidding?" the brown skinned beauty asked. Then realizing that her
friend was telling the truth added, "It's no wonder that most of the students
think you're some kind of nun."
"Some nun," Lauren replied as she considered the fact that she was naked in
bed with another woman and what they had been doing.
Then, considering some of the stories she'd heard about nuns over the years,
maybe the nickname wasn't so far off the mark after all.
"Where did you get that?" Lauren asked, finding it hard to imagine the
teacher going to some out of the way sex shop.
"Mail order," Marilyn simply replied as she twisted the bottom of the slim
toy and it began to softly buzz.
"Really?" Lauren said in surprise.
"Why don't you just lay back and let me show you what you've been missing,"
Marilyn said, dismissing Lauren's questions.
"Oh God!" Lauren yelled as Marilyn guided the pulsating tip of the long
toy between the folds of her pussy and brushed it against the tip of her
The journey of the pleasure-giving device had begun at the tips of Lauren's
breasts, then passed down the small valley between them. It continued on down
between her legs, leaving a tingling trail.
Marilyn slowly moved the humming toy in and out of Lauren's pussy. It left a
rising appreciation of the benefits of modern technology and a mental note to
purchase one for herself at the very first opportunity.
"Oh I can't wait any longer," Marilyn said as she withdrew the vibrator from
within Lauren and twisted the base to the off position.
She was about to lay it aside when she noticed the small amount of shiny
residue at the tip. Lifting it to her mouth, she slid her tongue across it,
licking the plastic clean. It was but an appetizer of what was to come.
Finally laying the now clean toy aside, Marilyn took hold of Lauren's legs
and spread them apart. There was little doubt that she was the one in charge
right now and the slightly older blond didn't seem to care a bit.
Throughout her life, once Marilyn had made up her mind to do something, she
would act on that decision with great enthusiasm. This time was no exception
as she lowered her head between Lauren's outstretched legs and eagerly
partook of the ambrosia she had just sampled.
If the touch of her vibrator on Lauren's clit had been electrifying, that of
Marilyn's soft tongue proved explosive. Lauren's body quaked beneath the
repeated thrusts of her mouth and fingers.
"Ooooooh," Lauren moaned in response, unable to believe that this was the
first time Marilyn had ever done this. What would she be like if she'd had
Marilyn wrapped her arms around Lauren's legs, holding her even tighter
against her face. The fires within her made her a woman possessed, passing
those raging flames into Lauren's body as well.
Wave upon increasing wave of rising gratification crashed across the fullness
of Lauren's body, sending her spiraling down a whirlPoole of delights. It
didn't take long for that whirlPoole to erupt into a senses shattering orgasm
that she would never forget.
"Marilyn!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her body quivered and
quaked with such force that she almost thought that she might black out.
"There is absolutely no way I am ever going to be able to top that," Lauren
said as she finally regained her senses.
"I guess I did get a little carried away," Marilyn softly laughed. "It's
"You didn't give me a chance to finish," Lauren continued. "I don't think I'm
going to be able to top it, but I'm going to give my best shot."
In no time at all, Lauren's face was in turn buried between Marilyn's thighs
as the brown skinned woman braced herself against the headboard. Rocking
back and forth, Marilyn added her motions to the not insignificant skill of
Lauren's tongue. The blond haired teacher hadn't given herself enough credit.
In less time that she would've believed possible, she had brought Marilyn to
the crest of her own climax.
"Right there," Marilyn panted as Lauren found her sensitive spot, feeling the
rising swells within her.
Lauren took the recommendation and concentrated her efforts on that spot. Not
to say she didn't spread out her efforts in other areas as well. She could
feel the tremor in the dark legs pressed against the sides of her face. Her
heart raced at the thought that she had caused both that and the orgasm yet
A birth that came less than five minutes later with a gratifying intensity
that left no room for complaint. Not that Marilyn would've been inclined to
do so under any circumstances.
"That was pretty nice," Marilyn smiled as her climax slowly subsided and she
dropped down and kissed Lauren in appreciation of her gift.
Over the next few hours, they repeated their little experiment as any good
researchers would. After all, they rightly reasoned, until a new day actually
began, it was all part of the same event. To their mutual delight, each
repetition ended with a similar if not more satisfying conclusion.
Finally, long after the dawn, the two lovers were forced to reluctantly
concede that a new day had indeed begun. A single, long kiss sealed their
bargain. To put the events of the previous night into a locked box, never
to see the light of day.
* * *
Monday morning found Lauren and Marilyn having coffee together in the
teacher's lounge. Silence filled the table as each of them quietly read
various papers and savored their drinks. As per their mutual agreement,
the events of the weekend were not a topic of discussion.
"Good morning, Marla," Lauren said as she looked up and noticed the heavyset
teacher pouring herself a cup of coffee. "How was your weekend?"
"Oh it was fine," she said as she stirred the cream she had added to her cup.
"I went to visit my cousin over in Cambridge."
"That's nice," Lauren replied as she went back to the lesson plan she had
"How did the two of you make out on Friday?" Marla asked after taking a slip
of her coffee.
The seeming innocent question, at least to the other teachers scattered
around the room, caused both Lauren and Marilyn's heads to snap up at the
same time. A guilty look filled both their faces.
"Friday?" Lauren asked, her voice almost stuttering.
"Yes," Marla said, wondering why such a simple question seemed to upset the
department head so much. "The two of you where having dinner together Friday
night, or did I get that wrong?"
"No, dinner was fine," Marilyn answered for Lauren, remembering that Marla
had been there when they had first made their plans.
"Good," Marla concluded as she took her coffee and Danish and went to sit at
one of the other tables.
Lauren and Marilyn looked at each other for a long moment. Then they both
burst into a relief filled laughter. An action that drew a few stares from
"Private joke," Marilyn said, satisfying most of their curiosities.
They smiled at each other, secure in the knowledge that no one would ever
know what had passed between them. Yet, as they went back to their reading,
one thought seemed to echo in each of their thoughts.
Despite what they had said to each other about their little venture into the
world of Sapphic lust. About it being a one-time experiment, both young women
knew that it was going to be impossible to put the genie back in the bottle.
The question in each of their minds centered instead on which of them would
be the first to act on that conclusion. As they looked deep into each other's
eyes, it was a question that might not be long in the answering.