A Lesbian Story! Teacher
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Teacher
by deirdre
"Is it getting you down?" Julie was looking at me with a worried
expression. She was worried about me? Was my face so obvious?
Work *had* been getting me down--I felt run down and depressed all
the time. I'm a high-school teacher, and though we all get some
great students, like Eve in my first period (she's really smart, a
good
worker, A+ student, always sits toward the front of the class even
though all the seats around her are empty, always cheerful, and she's
really cute: she'd certainly have boys all over her if she made any
effort in that area), but then there are the "Curts" (Curt is a
troublemaker in the same class: always in back, always doing
something devious). I'm always working so long and trying so hard--
and just when I think I'm really getting things across, I grade
another test...
"Not really," I lied to Julie.
"You need to relax--I'll bet you're too uptight when you go home." I
wasn't going to admit it. "You know, you should go see Grace." Grace
was the school nurse. "If nothing else, she'll massage your shoulders
a little; you know: aside from nursing, she has studied massage."
"I'll keep that in mind." Julie *is* my best friend, but I just seem
to
keep things bottled up. I wasn't going to admit anything. But I
suspect that Julie knows me and knew exactly how to interpret my
words: *you're probably right, Julie, but I'm not likely to do that*.
But things *didn't* get better and I seemed to notice my weary state
even more after Julie pointed it out. Then after she brought up the
subject again, one afternoon after school I found myself dropping in
to see Grace. She greeted me with a sense of question in her voice:
what did I want? I felt nervous about asking her for anything.
"Things have been kind of... *exhausting* lately at school. I don't
seem to be able to settle down when I leave."
"You did right to come see me," answered Grace and she went on to
ask me a few specific questions which I answered.
"Well, I think you've just been pushing yourself a little too hard,"
she
finally said. "You've got to adjust your work, or your expectations
to
something you can handle." Common sense, which if pressed I would
have said myself, but I knew that hearing it from her might spur me
to act on it. "In the mean time, I could help you relax a little
after
work; you do look tense: I could relax your shoulders a little."
"If you think it'll help" I said in a non-committal voice. She stood
up
and came around in back of the chair I was sitting on and put her
hands on my shoulders. Then she started working on my shoulders
and neck. She really *did* know what she was doing--in a minute I
was in heaven. Oh, it felt so good!
Finally she stopped. "Why don't you come back tomorrow afternoon?
Just a couple of minutes of this will certainly help you start getting
a grip on your life." I agreed and left.
She was right--I felt better that afternoon than in a long time. The
next day, I found myself looking forward to seeing her.
"You *really do* look weary," she said when I finally arrived.
"Listen, why don't I give you a *real* massage today? It really will
help."
"I..., I don't know..."
"Oh, don't be shy! Lots of people indulge themselves getting real
massages: why deny yourself?"
I finally agreed. She told me to go into one of the curtained areas
and take off my clothes! Somehow I hadn't thought it would come to
that, but I felt trapped. I went in and looked around at the curtains
around me and the high bed, or examining table, or whatever it was.
There were a couple of hooks on the wall where I could hang things.
I felt like I *had* to go through with it. Finally, I took off
everything but my bra and panties and waited for her, standing,
leaning against the table. In a minute, she peeped in.
"It has to go," she said, obviously meaning my underwear! "When
you're ready, you can just lie face down on the table." Then she was
gone again.
Again I didn't know what else to do. I made myself unhook my bra
and slip off my panties and got on the table and lay face down. At
least I wouldn't be parading my chest in front of her, but I felt
really
self-conscious about my rear. Grace came in and I tried to be
nonchalant, but I felt like I was on pins and needles. I had my arms
crossed and had my head lying sideways on my arms.
"I know you're nervous, but just relax--this'll do wonders for you,"
said Grace. She came up beside me. "I'm going to put this eye shade
over your eyes: if your eyes aren't relaxed, your whole face tenses
up." She slipped a band around my head and put a blindfold right over
my eyes! "Now, gently shut your eyes and relax your face," she added.
Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. I *did* start feeling relaxed.
She was wonderous--I couldn't believe how good she was! She
worked on my shoulders and my neck, and then on all my back. She
had me put my arms at my side and she worked on my arms and legs
too. I felt absolutely decadent! This is what rich people felt like
who could hire a masseur! She rubbed my back some more. I could
have laid like that forever!
"Now don't get nervous about this--I know human bodies and this
will help you release your tension." She didn't need to say it: I was
sold on the idea and very comfortable laying there, receiving her
ministrations.
Then her hand slipped between my legs at my crotch! Fingers were
on my clitoris! I immediately tried to push myself up, but her hand
was on my back applying gentle but firm pressure and I couldn't! She
certainly did know human bodies, because in seconds I was beyond
caring--I was on the verge! In just a few more seconds I had an
orgasm--not a large one; it seemed that she had brought me to it so
quickly that it didn't have time to grow large, but it was definitely
an orgasm! I felt a little shiver through my body and felt her hands
roaming over my back and arms and legs again. I felt so relaxed. I
couldn't believe what had just happened! Medical people did that
sort of thing just to help their patients?
That night I couldn't get my mind off that experience. The next day
when I ran into Grace, she told me to make sure I come again that
afternoon. I was feeling funny about the whole thing, but after she
was so pointed about reminding me, I didn't have the nerve to not
show up.
It was very similar to the day before: I lay nude; she blindfolded me;
she massaged me; and made me come again. The next day I found
myself looking forward to it and after that it was our daily routine.
I felt a little weird about getting my sexual release in such a way,
but the pleasure of it all was just too much, and I don't just mean
the orgasm. One thing that did happen is that my orgasms grew--I
guess my body was responding to my anticipation. Also, Grace
seemed to take her time a little more with each session. But she
was always businesslike about it before we started and after we
were done and I felt more comfortable about it as time went on, too.
She was giving me an expert massage and using her knowledge of the
human body to do a little extra to help relax me.
One day I was lying on the table and Grace was massaging my neck
with one hand and lightly rubbing my vagina after bringing me to a
climax with her other and I opened my eyes. My eye shade was
slightly askew which had been noticeable even with my eyes closed.
When I opened my eyes, I had a shock. I could see a bit of the room
and there were a number of people there in the curtained-in area
with us! I couldn't see enough to see who it was, but I must have
seen four or five people just in the direction I could see!
"Relax," said Grace in a soothing voice. I was in a momentary panic
even if I didn't move. Grace must have felt me tense up though!
What should I do? Stand up and scream in front of all these people?
I shut my eyes again and did my best to relax. My mind raced: they
had seen me! Had they been here other times? I hadn't heard a thing!
I hadn't heard a thing today or any other time. I couldn't believe
this
was happening to me. What was Grace doing? Who *were* those
people?
When Grace told me she was done, I opened my eyes. There was no
one. I took off the eye shades. No one but Grace: *just like every
other time*! This wasn't the first time people had been here, my
mind was screaming!
I was in a fog for the rest of the day. A lot of people watched Grace
massage me and bring me off! Who? The next day I told Grace during
the day that I couldn't stay. The following day I thanked her and
told
her I didn't feel like I needed the massages any more. She was very
friendly and said she didn't mind and that I should come see her
again if I began to feel too tense. I was so flustered inside that I
don't think I had the presence of mind to give her a false promise.
A few days later, Julie and I and this young teacher named Holly
were talking. Holly was just a couple of years out of college and
was tiny (though stunning to look at: she must get lots of dates) and
more than a little shy. Us teachers sometimes refer to her as "the
baby". Julie asked me why I wasn't getting massages any more. I
told her I wasn't feeling so tense now. Holly asked Julie what she
was talking about and Julie explained how Grace had trained as a
masseuse and that I had been tense and Grace was more than willing
to give a teacher a little massage in the afternoon. I felt more than
a little embarrassed by the discussion, but I did my best not to
reveal anything to Julie.
I didn't think much more about it, but about a week later, when I was
leaving for the day, I happened to notice Holly go into the nurse's
office. As I drove home I began to wonder about that and by evening,
I couldn't get my mind off it. Was Holly getting a massage? After
that, I arranged things so I could see what Holly did at the end of
the
day, and sure enough, she went to the nurse's office every single
afternoon! When I saw her during the day, she was still her shy but
cheerful self. I couldn't get my mind off it! She *must* be getting
massages! Was Grace bringing her off? Were *people* in there
watching!?
Finally one day, I snuck into a closet opposite the nurses office and
left the door cracked so I could watch the door. My curiosity was
reducing me to *this*! I watched as Holly went in. Then I waited.
Then in about five minutes a couple of students--guys came and
quietly opened the door and went in! It was happening! My heart was
in my throat! Then a guy and a girl went in! Then Curt came and
went in! Had he been there when it had been me? Curt? I felt like I
would die right there! More kids came. Then Julie came with
another teacher, Karen! Then a few more girls came. One of them
was Eve!
I slipped out and headed home. As likely as not, I knew who had been
in that room, watching me! Every day, more than likely! Curt!
Julie!
Eve! I talked to Julie every day--how would I face her? Eve, so nice
every morning in the front row! What did she *really* think of me as
she sat there? I didn't know if I could go in in the morning.
The next day I was distracted all day. All day I saw people who had
watched me. I watched them. They were very good at hiding
everything. Julie was as friendly as ever. But I knew! As I talked
to
her just like any other day, I *knew* that in the back of her mind,
she was thinking of *me* as the little ... sucker? pervert?
That night it was still on my mind. As I lay in bed, I could picture
myself there, face down, blindfolded. Grace massaging me, bringing
me off! Julie there, just watching! Eve! I felt my crotch. I was
wet.
The next day, I surprised myself. As I talked to Holly, I wondered
about going in and watching her. What would it be like? Little
Holly, writhing and moaning, trying to stay quiet. Julie, watching.
Eve. Admiring her body? Why did Julie and Eve watch? Why did I
want to watch?
Later that day, I saw Grace.
"Would you like a massage? Remember, my offer still stands!"
"I'll remember," I said, non-committally.
"I mean it! Why don't you come this afternoon? Come on!"
"OK." What had I said? What part of me had made me agree? A part
of me wanted to do this? *Liked* this?
I did it! I came in and there was Grace. She told me to get in the
other curtained area (there were two) and to get ready. She gave me
an eyeshade! I felt so nervous. Why was I doing this? I heard Holly
come in after me and go into the the area where I used to go. I got
undressed, put on the eyeshade and lay down just as I used to. I
heard Grace come in and start to massage me. Soon she had her hand
on my crotch and was sweetly bringing me up. Who was watching?
The eyeshade covered my eyes to well. I moved my head and managed
to get the shade a little askew. It wasn't Grace massaging me, it
was Eve! She was standing there, and she was completely nude! She
had such long, slim legs and such a smooth, young body. And Julie
was right behind Eve, fingering Eve's breast with one hand and her
vagina with her other hand! Julie was dressed. Eve's hands felt so
heavenly. I didn't see anyone else and had the feeling that everyone
else must be in the other area with Holly. Then Julie let go of Eve
and they traded places! I wouldn't have noticed the difference, but
*Julie* was massaging me and fingering my clitoris! I was getting
closer! Eve got behind Julie and went down on her knees! She undid
Julie's belt and lowered her pants and soon had her rear uncovered!
Then she pushed her face right between Julie's rear cheeks! I
couldn't believe it! Julie looked affected by it. I saw a little
movement in Eve's head. She was pressing her head between Julie's
cheeks. I still felt the hands on me. Julie took her hands off me
and
turned around. She was nude from the waist down. She pulled Eve up
and turned her around. She put something around her wrists, holding
her arms behind her. Handcuffs! Then she pushed Eve back down and
turned around. Eve pushed her face into Julie's rear again and
Julie's
hands returned to me. I came. Julie took her hands off me and
turned around again. She grabbed Eve's hair and pushed her face into
the front of her crotch. I just barely heard her breath as she
obviously came.
I wanted more. I drove home that afternoon, again in a daze. I
wanted... *Eve to lick me*. Could I make myself bring it up? Tell
Grace?
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