I suppose my sex awakening occurred during school. Mr Mulgrue, the dashingly handsome science teacher. The moment he swept into that classroom with that curly hair and brisk lab coat I discovered what it meant to be attracted to someone.
Of course, I wasn’t the only girl to have a crush on the science teacher. Was just the one lucky enough to require extra tuition in the subject. He would keep me behind to help me get up to speed, personally talk me through my homework. I can’t say I was paying much attention to the science, however. I’m afraid I was easily distracted as a teenager. Mr Mulgrue was very patient. He always took his time, explained things carefully. He would lean over my shoulder and talk me through the work. I’d always get excited when his breath would tickle my ear, or when his hand would rub my back supportively. Those tutoring sessions always seemed to be too short. I’d come home and lie awake at night thinking about him, fantasizing about his big smile and gorgeous eyes. It was safe to say I was smitten.
Over the next few weeks, I’d always make excuses to see him. I’d stay back after class to ask questions about the lesson, any excuse to listen to him and see him alone. I would try to catch his eye during class, or in the hall between lessons, at lunch or break. During our tutoring sessions I’d start accidentally leaving a button or two of my uniform undone, wear my hair differently to try and draw his eye to my collar. I could always tell when he noticed, his cheeks would turn red. One day I stayed back after class and purposely unbuttoned my shirt down to my cleavage. I got butterflies standing in front of him as he averted his eyes, telling him how much I’ve been learning from him and look forward to our one to one. He would lean in and whisper how much he looked forward to them too before asking me to fix my uniform and see him after school. I waited for him excitedly until he brought me into his classroom, after everyone had left, and tell me how naughty it was to tease a teacher like that.
That’s when we had our first kiss. My first kiss, ever. I can’t remember if it was I who kissed him, or if he kissed me. Either way, it was incredible and left me with goosebumps all night. I was so over the moon I couldn’t sleep. I stayed awake reliving that kiss until I was giggling, and feeling things in my body I hadn’t felt before. All I could think about the next day was that kiss, those lips, those eyes. I couldn’t concentrate, not until I got to kiss him again.
Our tutoring sessions got more…intimate after that. At first, we pretended to keep it professional. Then he would kiss me for every question I got correct, encouraged me to study. When I got a B in my next test, he kept me back after class to congratulate me. We slipped into the cupboard and made out, and he let me touch his groin. I could feel him inside his pants, throbbing against my palm. I wanted to see it, but I had to get to my next class. He showed it to me later that night and let me play with it, sitting in his chair while I rubbed my hands all over it. It was the first penis I had ever seen, ever held, ever kissed…ever sucked.
Yes, my first blowjob was with Mr Mulgrue. In fact, all my firsts came from Mr Mulgrue. At first it was a reward for getting such good grades. Then he said since I had passed chemistry I should now focus on biology. It was exciting learning about the human body. He would take off his clothes so I could use him as a study aid, see all the parts of the body I’d be learning about, including the reproductive organs. Especially the reproductive organs. I found he was just as dashing out of his lab coat as he was inside it. During our sessions I would study hard, sucking his dick during study breaks. Then it was my turn to take my clothes off so he could show me the parts of the female body that stimulated different things. Pain, pleasure, lots of pleasure. He was very thorough in showing me how my reproductive organs worked, very descriptive as he ran his fingers over my vagina, my breasts, my entire body. My first orgasm happened when he put his finger inside me for the first time. It was like nothing I’d felt before. By the fourth time I was addicted to having them, always eager for more. I would lay down on his desk and let him finger me, lick me, kiss me and stroke me, until I climaxed.
I could never scream; he warned me not to. Just because we were alone in the classroom didn’t mean other teachers or janitors wouldn’t hear. So, we continued our sessions in secret, though studying quickly became a secondary factor when Mr Mulgrue showed me how our respective reproductive organs worked with each other. The moment he put his penis inside my vagina I knew our relationship wasn’t about tutoring anymore. It was about sex, hot naughty intense sex. I learnt much more with Mr Mulgrue than I did in Sex Ed. He taught me so much.
We met up a few times a week, always after school in his classroom. I would find him after everyone had left, waiting for him. He’d lock the door and pull the blinds down. I would unbutton my shirt, lift up my skirt, and climb onto the desk to wait for him. He would kiss me, touch me, make love to me for nearly an hour. I would ride his cock in his chair, bend over his desk, drop to my knees, whatever he wanted. I’d let him pound me into the chalkboard, fuck me on the desk, on the floor, let him take me from behind or down my throat. He was always carefully, taught me all about protection. He suggested I go on the pill when I’m older and he’d always bring a condom. And I’d always cover my mouth when I started to scream, to muffle the cries when I orgasmed, or he orgasmed. I wondered what it be like to have his sperm inside my pussy, but I got to swallow as much as I want. I tried to get him to ejaculate all over my chest once, but he was worried about making a mess.
During the day was torture, sitting in class unable to tell anyone. We catch each other’s eye during our lessons, pretending to be professional. I’d cross his desk on the way out, accidentally brush his hand from time to time. Some days we’d risk it and hook up during lunch, lock ourselves in the storeroom and have a quickie standing up. I’d try to stay behind almost every day, but he had other obligations or coursework. The evening without him were empty. The nights we had sex were incredible. There was always the chance we’d be caught. One evening we almost were when the caretaker checked the classroom spontaneously. It was dark. He didn’t see our clothes on the floor, or us hiding behind Mr Mulgrue’s desk. He found the experience frightening. I found it exhilarating. I was so aroused after our near miss I sucked his cock until he burst in my mouth, fingering myself to orgasm. It was the best couple of months of my school life.
Sadly, it couldn’t last forever. My Mulgrue was forced to leave when he was arrested by the police. It turned out I wasn’t the only student in his class he was taking advantage of. Funny, it didn’t feel like I had been taken advantage of. And it wasn’t like I was in love with him. Infatuated, sure, but it was just some fun. Luckily, I was never named as one of the girls he had sex with, nor was I one of the three who spoke out against him. I never knew for sure how many or us he was sleeping with, but I never saw him again. I still think about him though. He taught me nearly everything I knew about sex. And he was a good science teacher.
School became rather redundant in the end. I dropped out when my uncle Rich fell ill of cancer, so I could look after him. My uncle did his best after my parents died, and he wanted me to have some fun still. When a boy from my school asked me to the senior prom, he encouraged me to go. “Take a night off” he said. I decided I deserved one night, and I had been looking forward to the prom before I left school, so I found a dress and did up my hair and went as this boy's date. And I had a wonderful time. I got to see my old friends, we danced and partied and had a bit to drink. At the end of the evening my date took me for a drive in his brother’s car and drove us to this spot overlooking the town.
It was a popular parking spot for lovers back then, so it was clear what that boy was hoping for. The suit and the car were clearly meant to impress me, and it was working. We weren’t the only ones up there; I could see the cars rocking either side of us. We sat and enjoyed the view for a moment, and I got to watch the couple in the convertible next to us have sex through the windows. They looked sexy and very hot, particularly the redhead riding her date, watching them got me in the mood for some fun of my own. We climbed into the backseat and started making out. He was a good kisser, but better with his hands. He had them under my dress faster than I could get his flies open. I’m sure the drinks we had beforehand helped make the experience more intoxicating, but we were still sober enough to make sure we both wanted this. I had my panties off in no time and he was on top of me, his penis sliding into my pussy making me very horny. We fucked in the backseat, which I discovered was very uncomfortable in that particular car. Later I’d find more suitable, and spacious, alternatives to try out. But that night, I managed to get my rocks off with the eager young man between my legs.
Or least I would’ve if he hadn’t been a virgin. My experience with Mr Mulgrue made me a little more experienced in the sexual intercourse department, so I wasn’t as quick to finish as he was. The poor dear was so excited he blew his load only moments after entering me. I think we only thrusted a dozen times. It lasted a under a minute. Not to say it wasn’t disappointing, he did very well during that minute. And I finally got to feel what it was like to have a boy ejaculate into my cunt without a condom. Luckily, I took Mr Mulgrue’s advice and started on the pill, so I never got pregnant that night. Unfortunately, the poor boy couldn’t handle it after that. Between his first orgasm and the drinks he was very sleepy, practically collapsed on top of me when he’d finished. I had to shuffle out of the passenger door onto the dirt ground and leave him snoozing in the backseat. I gathered up my things, picked up my underwear (which I placed in my bag rather than bother to put back on) and stood by the car for a moment. I didn’t know to drive so I was stuck at lover's lane for the night. I had to choose between waiting for my date to wake up so he could drive me or call a taxi to take me home.
I found a third option in the convertible. The sexy couple were still fucking each other in the backseat when I stood out there, cold and uncomfortable. I called the taxi company to send a car and waited, ended up watching them while I sat on the bonnet. I didn’t realize I was masturbating until the girl turned her head and caught sight of me. I was so embarrassed I hid my face. A few moments later she came out to check on me, ask me how my date was. “Sleeping in the back seat” I told her, which she found adorable. “Take it as a compliment” she suggested, like I was that good. I told her I was waiting for a taxi, so she asked if her date could drop me off somewhere. They were wrapping up anyway and needed to head home. I didn’t know how long the taxi would be, so I accepted their offer and climbed into their car. Their backseat was much more comfortable.
I’d like to say the ride home was uneventful, but the couple were so loved up I bore witness to the girl giving her date a blowjob while he was driving. I was still uncomfortable from not getting to finish, so I was clutching my dress the whole way, resisting the urge to touch myself while I dripped onto their seat. I realized I should put my underwear back on, resorting to pressing my legs together praying for release. The couple saw my distress and took pity on my, asking if they could help at all. I didn’t want to make things awkward, but the girl explained her date and her were only friends with benefits so it wouldn’t be cheating. They got me home and offered to help finish what my date started. I was so horny I said yes. I switched places with the girl and got to ride her date’s cock in the driver's seat. And my god it was so much more exciting. Fucking another man who was as handsome as he was, as vibrant as he was, while his friend watched from the backseat, cheering him on while masturbating to me. It was a surreal experience, and so good. I came three times before he ejaculated inside me, his cum filling me up until I felt full. It was so hot I fell against the steering wheel, accidentally set off the horn. We could hear shouting from the street as lights came on. We must’ve woken up the whole neighborhood. We were laughing so had it took us another minute to compose ourselves before I finally got out of the car. I thanked them both of course. I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. She bid me goodnight with a peck on the lips, which left me speechless at the time. I never knew people of the same gender could be attracted to each other before then, so that innocent peck left more than a few curious notions to grow. I put it out of my mind as they drove off, returning inside hoping I didn’t wake my uncle. The next morning, he asked if I had a good time. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.
After my uncle died, I had to work a dozen part time jobs to pay the bills. I made a few interesting friends along the way, including the girl I met at the prom. I didn’t mention but I never got her name that night, or the name of her date. It was all a bit of a whirlwind, but then I met her again a few months later. Amy her name was, and the boy with her was Rory. He was away at medical school; she was at college. We got work part time at the same diner; me to pay the bills and she was saving money to go into modeling. We became good friends at work, so one day she invited me to visit her dorm room and meet her roommate Clara. I’m usually working two jobs but that evening I had the day off, so I paid her a visit. Her roommate was very friendly, if a little bossy, but we hit it off right away. She was looking to become a schoolteacher. I could definitely see it. The three of us hung out together and I found out the two of them had this little thing going. They weren’t dating but were experimenting.
At the time I was surprised. I hadn’t encountered lesbians until then (though Amy decided she was certainly bisexual in the end) so finding out they were more than roommates threw me a little. But I wasn’t closed minded enough to take offense. In fact, I thought they looked cute together. We got together a few more times over the next few weeks where Clara would come by the diner while we were working and not so subtly compliment me on how good I looked in an apron. I have to admit I was flattered, especially when Amy also told me how beautiful I was. They talked about their little experiment often, and I found myself growing rather curious the more I spent time with them. I have a feeling it was planned, the two of them working together to try and convert me. It must’ve worked because one day Amy gave me a peck on the cheek during our shift, and I liked it so much I kissed her back…on the lips.
She became my first lesbian kiss. Then she became my first lesbian lover. We closed up one evening and she pulled me behind the counter to make out with me. It was just us in the diner, so we didn’t hold back, even climbed onto the counter to run an experiment of our own. I couldn’t stay long, I had to get home, but my curiosity was enthralled after that. We’d tease each other during our shift, sneak out back to kiss during our break. When Clara came to get her coffee she’d tease us too. Amy and Clara told each other everything, so some I was getting hungry looks from the brunette too. I didn’t plan to fool around with her as well, but…well, it turned out I have a thing for teachers, even aspiring ones. Amy caught us making out at the end of her shift. She wasn’t jealous, just disappointed we didn’t wait for her. I should’ve known a threesome would be on the cards.
It came on the night I was invited to stay over in their dorm room. I knew exactly what was going to happen, and I was excited. I’d never had sex with a girl before. I’d never had sex with two people at once before. (Prom night didn’t count, Amy never actually did anything but watch while I fucked Rory.) they were gentle with me, just as excited to experiment with another girl as I was. For my first time I thought it was wonderful. It was so different to having sex with a boy. Mostly fingers and tongues, and rubbing each other with our bodies. And it’s true what they say, women know how to please other women. We know each others spots, where we want to be touched, what makes us cum. And I had two naked, sexy, gorgeous girls making me cum all night. I gave as good as I got, made them squeal quite a bit too. It’s quite intoxicating making a girl orgasm over and over, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that.
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Aphrodite grinned as she rubbed the sexy milf between her legs, watching her hips buckle as Sally gasped from another orgasm, her naked body trembling with arousal as she melted to the Goddess’s touch. “Oh yes, very intoxicating” she agreed, getting turned on at how sexy her moans were. She brought her fingers up and licked them clean on a sultry manner, fixing her steamy eyes on the brunette. “So how long did this lesbian affair last my dear” she asked curious, her other hand stroking her brown hair.
Sally hummed as the goddess stirred the memory from her mind, a blissful smile crossing her face as she replied “a few weeks. We had sex a few times. Sometimes at the diner, a few times at their place. I brought Clara to my place once where we made love. It was incredible. She was really bossy and had a role play kink. She liked to play the naughty teacher, which suited me fine because I got off on playing the naughty student. Rory came to see Amy after a while, and I got to join the two of them in their car again before moving our threesome to a bed. I’ll be honest, fucking him made me realize I prefer men to women. Not that I’ve never had sex with other women since. I suppose I stayed bi-curious for the rest of my life.”
“Nothing wrong with that” Aphrodite purred, leaning down to kiss the bi-curious mother on the mouth. “Love shouldn’t be restricted by labels.”
“It wasn’t love that made me have sex with any of them back then” Sally remarked.
“Lust is a healthy emotion too, in moderation. It’s easy to become addicted to it.” She examined the surface thoughts and emotions in this mortal’s mind, her lip curling with curious fascination. “I’m sensing that addiction is familiar to you.”
Sally blushed as she looked up at the attractive goddess. “Let’s just say it wouldn’t be the first time my sex life has gotten me into trouble.”
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