Disclaimer: This is a parody of the WB TV series Gilmore Girls that was
written for pleasure not profit and shouldn't be placed on a web site were
admission is charged.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Rory/F

Keywords: F/F-teen, lesbian

Summary: Female English teacher has her sights set on Rory

Gilmore Girls: Out Of The Closet
by Jasmine Taylor

On a cloudy winter's day a teacher finally takes the plunge and puts the make
on Rory Gilmore, the high school whiz kid that she'd been admiring from a

* * *

Since the start of the term, I had been watching Rory exercise and work out
in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The brunette tenth grader was the most
beautiful cheerleader in the junior class at Chilton Prep.

All the boys in school were constantly trying to get up next to her, I knew,
because I watched them, and to be honest, my own heart would literally do a
flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle those firm young breasts
that constantly peeked out through the sides of the tight T-shirts as she
went through her gym routines.

After gym class I watched her strut her stuff up and down the halls, and I
spent many a moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill
of parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived
for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value of taking
instruction from an older, more mature woman - one that has been around and
knows the ropes.

To me, Rory seemed to know the score; she was very intelligent and knew what
she wanted out of life. And I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her
body must crave.

Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I would do
anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred secretions
that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable young woman's

Rory was in my English class and since she was prepping for Harvard next
fall, I knew that she was looking for any extra credits that she could get
her hands on. I decided then and there to ask her to stay after school for
some special tutoring on admission at Harvard.

After all I am a professor emeritus and had gone to Harvard myself, and I
could teach her things that would help her get past any admissions committee.
I was just hoping that she was insecure enough to take me up on my offer.

I should point out that Rory has a very pleasing personality, and I had
noticed many times her warm smile, which I believed was directed towards me.
Once or twice we had brushed up against each other, and I can swear that I
saw her nipples harden through the sheer fabric of her school uniform blouse.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but I was almost certain she lingered
just a little too long on those occasions. The heat from her body was almost
more than I could stand. Even though I knew the risks were great, if my hunch
was right, Rory wouldn't run off to complain to either her parents or the
school board. My ESP told me, the perky woman was ripe to try something a
little bit different.

Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Rory come over to my apartment to
study. I told her it would be a bit more relaxed and we could get comfortable
while we cracked the books.

Just to be sure, I wore my sexiest clothes that day. I didn't put on a bra,
and made certain that the buttons on my blouse remained open halfway down.
In addition, I wore a really tight skirt with a slit up the side, and some
absolutely stunning perfume.

All day long, the boys were whispering behind my back, and I could feel their
eyes burning into me. They must have thought I had a hot date that evening
with a fellow. I don't think any of them suspected that in reality, I was
really itching to make it with one of the girl students - the school's prize

After school, when Rory arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting
down on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Rory looked
absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips with my tongue I
was so excited.

Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey, edging
closer and closer to Rory. As she turned the pages of the college admittance
papers, I reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she should
reread a certain portion of the text. Sweat was starting to form on my brow,
but I was determined to make love to her before the evening was over.

As it turned out, Rory finally took the initiative. She looked me right in
the eye and said, "I've heard some of the other girls talking at school. They
say you're a lesbian and only go to bed with other women. Is that true?"

Not wanting to be dishonest, I explained that while I had made love to men
in the past, and still do when the mood strikes me, basically I enjoyed the
tender touch that only another female can offer. I explained that in many
instances, I had found men to be too rough in their lovemaking, that they
seemed only interested in satisfying their own sexual needs and not those
of their partner.

Before I could finish my impromptu speech on the values of lesbianism, Rory
leaned over and (my heart stopped) kissed me. Then she pulled back and looked
at me. "Did that do anything for you, Miss Taylor?"

I looked into the depths of her shiny blue eyes and wanted to cry, I was so
happy. "Yes honey, you're so sweet, I could just eat you up."

Rory looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "You know Miss Taylor, I think
it might be rather nice if you told me what you want to do? I mean, I'm kind
of curious what two women can do... er, if you know what I mean. I've had to
hold back with my boyfriends because of the pregnancy issue, but I wouldn't
have to worry about that with you, would I."

I moaned slightly, "Oh honey, you wouldn't ever have to worry about anything
if you'll just let me into your panties." I blushed when her eyes went wide
at my crass statement.

Then before I could apologize Rory was all over me. She was kissing me deeply
and rubbing her tender, young body up against mine. Through her clenched
teeth she was whimpering and moaning that I should teach her how to make love
to another woman.

Later, I found out that she had wanted to make it with a long time oriental
girlfriend, but had backed out at the last moment for fear of alienating the
friend. I could just picture her and her little Korean friend in the throws
of passion. Mmmm.

Gently, I pressed my little brunette woman-child into the soft cushions of
the sofa. I covered her body with mine and began to grind into her gently.
In a way, I felt like an over excited teenage boy who was about to pop his
first cherry.

While I wanted to just plunge ahead and get my own rocks off, I realized that
for Rory's benefit I should take my time and show her exactly what beautiful
sex two females could accomplish for each other. It was important, I felt, to
make this a near perfect experience for my student, one that she would want
to repeat again and again, not only with me, but later in life with other
members of her own sex.

Together, we fondled and probed. For almost ten minutes I sucked on Rory's
pert pink nipples. Her tits were soft, and spongy, and fitted into my hands
just perfectly.

As I licked away at her breasts, I kept squeezing them, increasing the
pressure as our excitement mounted. After bringing her to the point of
near orgasm - and I hadn't even touched her sweet looking pussy yet - I
suggested we strip completely and go into the bedroom where we could be
more comfortable.

As Rory stretched out on the sheets, I knew that I was about to have the
feast of my life. The triangle between her legs was so inviting, and through
her lightly furred pubic hairs, I could see that her vagina was already
drenched and her clit hard in anticipation of what was to happen next.

"Don't move, let me make this good for you honey," I told her.

Then without saying anything else, I began to lick up and down her thighs,
hardly able to contain my excitement. And when I finally touched her fiery
furnace, she nearly jumped through the ceiling. Thrashing and throwing
herself around on the bed, moaning and hissing her lust our between clenched

Rory held my head firmly with her hands tangled in my hair and tried to push
her young sweet cunt all the way into my mouth. Her innocent face was now
filled with sexual lust, and she was even starting to talk filthy, something
that really turns me on.

My heart raced as she began to groan out filth like nothing I had ever
expected to come from her perfect lips. Vaguely I wondered what her mother
would have thought if she could hear her sweet little daughter right then.

"Lick me harder you cunt! Stick your tongue all the way up my twat. Eat my
pussy until I cum all over your face, c'mon, harder, be my face slut, harder,

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Where did this sweet, little thing
learn such things?

Frankly, I didn't have time to ponder the question, as I was much too busy
following her instructions. As it turned out, it seemed as if she were the
teacher and I was acting the role of the student.

I saw her wonderful perfect legs began to tremble on either side of my face
as I eat her out, licking and nibbling and shoving my tongue as deep as it
would go.

Then a loud gasp and Rory's body jerked once, then twice, then soon the young
woman was beyond the point of no return. Her legs locked around my neck and
she began to ride my face like a cowgirl at a rodeo.

Rory must have cum at least half a dozen times. All the while I was using my
tongue on her, I was masturbating, pulling my clit and stroking it as hard as
I could. While I tongued Rory, I must have reached four or five climaxes
myself that first time.

Afterwards I felt privileged to just lay beside her perfect young body,
watching her lovely chest rise and fall as she gasped for breath. Her limps
were heavy and her skin was shiny from perspiration, and she smelled
wonderful, just like a clean new baby. I was in heaven.

Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each other until Rory
graduated and headed for Harvard. Rory had admitted, however, that she's
really glad she was in my class, and had the opportunity to be brought out
of the closet by a real pro.



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