“What makes you think that I might like girls too?” Michelle challenged me with one eyebrow raised and her head tipped to one side.
“Oh… maybe a whole bunch of hickeys on a certain teacher we have in common… or some rather… interesting sounds heard during a recent tutoring session with another teacher that we have in common…” I insinuated with a single raised eyebrow of my own and a knowing grin. Oh my god! Michelle began to blush and she averted her eyes as her grin turned into a sheepish grimace. Her eyes widened and she turned them back to mine.
“Did Maggie tell you about that?” She asked, her face almost going pale.
“Not in detail if that’s what you’re asking, no. But she said that she had been ‘working’ with you and the two of you had gotten… carried away. So much so that Penny had stepped in and took over the exercise and Maggie excused herself. Then I showed up…” Now it was my turn to avert my eyes and blush self-consciously as I trailed off my explanation. Michelle smelled blood and her eyes narrowed and she struggled with her wrists in my hands, placing her hands flat on my chest and digging her fingers into my tee shirt… and flesh.
“Yeah… you showed up… Just what happened with you that afternoon anyway? You seemed, distracted as we were leaving that day.” She asked as she leaned down closer to my face, staring intently into my eyes.
“Um… well… You know, a gentleman doesn’t… kiss and tell…” I started to try to avoid her question, but her fingers digging into my chest and her thighs clamping onto my waist and her intense leering stare gave me pause. I knew I had to elaborate a bit more. “It’s all your fault!” I giggled.
“What was my fault?” She sat back up, confusion clouding her face.
“Your fault that Maggie practically raped me!” I sputtered. The confusion on Michelle’s face fell away and shock and surprise replaced it, her mouth dropping open and her eyebrows, both, shot up as her eyes went wide.
“She raped you? RAPED?” Michelle gasped, her fingers went slack on my chest.
“Well, okay… not raped… but she was so worked up, OVER YOU, that she… well… she apologized and even asked first but holy crap! What did you do to her anyway? I want to learn THAT!” I spoke reverently and in awe. “Was it giving hickeys that did it? Or… something else?” I asked in a more playful tone. Maybe it was the mention of hickeys for the second time in this little conversation that did it, but Michelle blushed yet again. Her glare softened to one of coy playfulness as her fingers began to knead my chest and she leaned down closer to me. She turned her head to the side still giving me a sly sidelong glance and she licked her lips.
“You know, I didn’t mean to leave hickeys on Maggie… I just… got carried away I guess. I kind of get excited sometimes.” She purred as she rose her tight little backside up off my waist and brought her upper torso down yet closer to my chest. I hesitantly released her wrists and ran my hands up her arms to her shoulders then along her back on either side. Michelle’s face was now an inch or so from my own. We were sharing the same breaths noses almost touching, eyes locked onto each other. Her eyes were half closed as were mine, our heads tipped slightly to one side or the other as our noses brushed and our lips gently met once more. Maybe it was me but I could have sworn there was an electric charge that passed between us. Perhaps Michelle felt it too because she actually let out a tiny little moan as her eyes closed and her lips pressed harder. Our tongues met again and began to dance as this kiss evolved into a passionate soul deep experience.
Michelle’s hands left my chest, her right hand sliding along my left shoulder, her left hand sliding alongside the right side of my neck and wrapping around the top of my head to brush at my left ear. Somehow my own hands had wandered as well, both of my thumbs had slipped into the waistband of Michelle’s jeans. My hands were now literally pulling her by her britches down onto me. After a minute or two of this exchange I broke off our kiss giggling to myself.
“What’s so funny?” Michelle asked in a breathless voice.
“I was just wondering if giving you a hickey or two would have the same effect on you as it seemed to do for Maggie.” I chuckled again and Michelle dug the fingers of her right hand into the meat of my shoulder before mashing her lips back to mine and beginning round two. I released my death grip on Michelle’s jeans and my hands slid upwards along her side, slipping under her loose worn tee shirt. Her warm soft skin was a marvel as was the feel of my thumbs bumping ever so slightly over each of her ribs. My fingers extended and splayed flat across her small back, the middle fingers just gliding over the bumps of her spine. I froze momentarily as I realized that I was touching her bare flesh and I was just under her shoulder blades… that meant she was not wearing a bra. Of course, Michelle wasn’t very big in the chest department to start with but the thought of her being bra less intrigued me. Michelle must have sensed my hesitance as she too paused our kiss and pulled back looking at me, a smile playing on her lips as she pushed herself up to a sitting position still straddling me. She crossed her arms over her belly and grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt in each hand and lifted pulling the shirt up and over her head. Oh my god! I had to swallow as I looked up in awe my eyes taking her in from the waistband of her jeans up across her flat trim belly, her barely protruding rib cage to those succulent gorgeous little breasts standing out, levitating, with those two little hard points of her nipples standing proudly. On upwards along Michelle’s bare arms still up over and framing her graceful neck and breathtaking face. A face that was smiling down at me, well, smirking really as she realized I was mesmerized by her naked boldness. Bringing her arms down alongside her breasts she squeezed her arms together pressing those small perky wonders together making them appear bigger. Milky white with pink little aureola about the size of quarters with bright pink nipples the size of pencil erasers. Michelle reached down and took my wrists in her hands and brought my hands to those smallish globes. The first thought that registered in my mind was they were sooooo soft. Firm, but soft… except for those little nipples, rubbery but firm they tickled the palms of my hands.
Michelle’s eyes, those gorgeous ocean deep blue green gold flecked bedazzling eyes rolled up in her head as she closed her eyes and her head tipped back on her neck as my hands gently pressed and squeezed her small B cup breasts. Her hands slid from my wrists down the outside of my forearms to grip my elbows. Her body tipped forward and leaned into my hands and she gasped and moaned softly when her nipples found themselves being squeezed gently and rolled between my thumbs and forefingers. When I gently but firmly pulled them, stretching them out and down towards myself she opened her eyes and leaned forward some more looking hungrily into my eyes silently urging me for more. I released one breast from my left hand and reached around behind her to place my hand on her back and pull her towards my face. She sensed what I had in mind and both of her hands planted themselves on the bed on either side of my head as she brought her torso and those delectable breasts to my face. Hovering over me her breasts hung enticingly, I raised my head up and gently kissed first one, then the other along the soft undersides. Michelle moaned a bit louder as my lips brushed across one nipple, and again with the other. Softly kissing each before mouthing each one in turn pulling with only my lips those firm rubbery gems, then daringly my tongue flicked at them, causing Michelle to gasp again.