Chapter 11
Dahlia Peterson sat at her dining room table on the afternoon following the hideous ordeal at the reformatory. In front of her on the table were spread the afternoon editions of the city newspapers. The headlines screamed at her: REFORMATORY LEADER TELLS ALL; Coach of Girls' Team Homosexual. The story that followed was the reason that Dahlia sat numbly at the table, staring into space. Her life was now effectively ruined. Three years of hard work, self-denial and struggle, all down the tubes because of her all-too obvious passion for one of her students. She sighed and stood up, walking toward the bedroom. Better just to pack and leave right now than face the inquisition that was sure to ensue from the story. Perhaps in another city, far away, she could build a new life.
As she crossed the living room, she was startled by the buzzing of her doorbell. 'Oh, lord,' she thought. 'Don't tell me it's starting already.' With a sigh of resignation, she crossed to the door and opened it. Rosie Trivet stood framed in the doorway.
"Oh, Dahlia," she cried, moving forward to embrace her teacher lover. "What are we to do now?" The young girl's face was puffed from weeping, her cheeks streaked with tears. Dahlia looked down affectionately and held her close.
"Rosie," she said, "I'm going away." The teenager shuddered in her arms at the words.
"Oh, no, Dahlia. You can't do that. I'll die if you go. Please say you won't leave me."
"I'm sorry, Rosie. But after this afternoon's papers, I'll never be able to keep my job here. Why, I could even go to jail for corrupting the morals of a minor!"
"Then I'll go with you!"
"No, Rosie. It's better that you stay. In time, people will forget about this, and you can lead a normal life again."
"Normal life! On the way over here, I could see people looking at me, whispering things. When I got off the bus, one man even ran his hands over my bottom! These people won't forget. Please let me go with you. I can't stay here!"
Dahlia stood holding her lover in the open doorway for a moment, deep in thought. She pushed the door closed with her foot and led the teenager to the bedroom. They sat together at the side of the bed, tenderly holding hands.
"I'll tell you what, Rosie. It's not going to be easy for me now. I have to find a new city to live in, find a new job. It won't be easy to find someplace where they haven't heard about this. And I certainly won't be able to get a reference from the school system here. I'll have to go into a different line of work altogether." She paused for a moment. Rosie looked at her questioningly.
"But I'll tell you what. You stay here for now while I go and get established somewhere. When I've got a job, someplace to live, and a new life worked out for myself, I'll send for you, and we can be together again."
"Oh, Dahlia!" The voluptuous teen hugged her lover tightly. "Do you mean it? You're not saying that just to be rid of me?"
Dahlia put her arms around the young girl and caressed her curved back. She ran her hands up and down her flanks, reaching up to cup the jutting, rose-tipped breasts. Tenderly, she lowered her lips to Rosie's and kissed her, lightly running her tongue along the younger girl's lips.
"Do you think I could ever lie to you. You mean everything to me. It'll be hard for both of us. But we'll make it, no matter what!"
As Dahlia spoke, Rosie languorously lay down flat on the bed, closing her eyes as she listened to Dahlia's protestations of love. She reached up and grabbed the older woman's hand, drawing her down beside her. They embraced, gluing their lips together as their tongues dueled lustfully. For the moment they forgot all their troubles, past present and future as their body temperatures rose. Rosie put her hands on Dahlia's pert, upturned tits and softly kneaded them, feeling the nipples rise against her palms. She stroked the teacher's flanks, moving her hands down to cup the round, firm buttocks through the fabric of Dahlia's skirt.
"Oh, Rosie," Dahlia breathed, running her tongue into the girl's ear. "What am I going to do without you?" Unhurriedly, she began to undress the teenager, worshipfully unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. Rosie wore no bra, and the erect nipples of her full breasts stared, up at the teacher. She lowered her head to them, sucking their fullness into her yearning mouth, nipping them with her perfect teeth. She moved her hands down and unzipped Rosie's skirt, sliding it from her creamy thighs. It fell in a crumpled heap on the carpets as Dahlia's questing hands moved under the elastic band of the young girl's panties, entangling her fingers in the golden pubic hair, then moving gently downward, stroking the quivering lips of Rosie's cunt. The young girl moaned, wriggling her full buttocks against the bed spread as her passion mounted. She moved her own delicate hands up under Dahlia's skirt. The teacher wore no underwear, and Rosie's fingers trailed lightly and lovingly over the firm flesh of Dahlia's round ass cheeks, just barely touching the fine hairs that grew along the crack between them.
Dahlia stood and quickly shucked off her clothing. She leaned down and removed Rosie's panties so that both girls were naked, having already stepped out of their shoes. The disgraced teacher gazed in mixed adoration and lust at the glory of her young lover's nubile body.
With a choked cry of passion, Dahlia lowered herself upon Rosie's receptive frame, grinding her own pubic mound against that of her lover. Forgotten for the moment was the abject humiliation and degradation of the previous day. The two women embraced each other, kissing with wild abandon, pressing their tits against each others' heaving chests as they both felt their tender pussies start to burn as love juices moistened them and their passion rose.
Dahlia pulled herself from Rosie's body and lay perpendicular to the girl as she ran her lips down her chin, over her distended nipples. Nipping, kissing, and licking, she ran her mouth over the gentle rise of Rosie's belly, reaching the silky down of her pubic hair. She hunched herself up on the bed, placing her knees on either side of Rosie's head as she dipped her face down between the teenager's creamy thighs and glued her lips to Rosie's pouting pussy. She could feel her lover's hands reach up to grasp her buttocks, pulling her pelvis down, beginning the gentle lapping of love against Dahlia's fiery cunt.
The two young women were lost in the symphony of lust. Their mouths and tongues worked wildly. They gasped in unison as each inserted her tongue sinuously into the other's cunt. As one, they worked their tongues around and around the interiors of each others' pussies, feeling their passions rise to a fever pitch.
Their motions were frantic as they writhed and wriggled on the bed. Rosie raised her arms to clutch at Dahlia's pendulous breasts where they swung free above her belly, tweaking and squeezing the blood-engorged nipples, running her fingers around the delicate curves of creamy, firm flesh until Dahlia moaned uncontrollably.
Dahlia forced her hands under the young girl's buttocks, pushing them together and up, trying in this last moments of passion to get the young girl's pussy into her mouth as fully as possible. Her lips completely covered Rosie's pouting pussy lips as her tongue worked madly inside, sliding silkily around the vaginal walls, then moving wildly up to the rising button of the young girl's clit, nipping at it, feeling it become even stiffer as more and more blood surged into the passionate button of love. She gasped and moaned again as Rosie followed suit in her own dripping cunt.
The two bodies moved as one, a set piece of lust that moved up and down in tandem, uttering little squeals of delight at each new oral manifestation of love. Rosie moved her hands slowly up and down Dahlia's back, running her fingers down the teacher's curved spine, eliciting moans of pleasure from the older woman.
Dahlia felt as though every inch of her body had become an erogenous zone. How could she ever leave this perfect lover?
"OHHhhh ... " Rosie moaned as she felt the heat and ecstasy of orgasms begin to take over her body, driving thought and reason from her mind as she bucked up against Dahlia's clinging lips with all her adolescent strength.
"Ahhhhhhhh ..." Dahlia could feel her pussy begin the taut and rapid contractions of fulfilled love. Rosie's tongue was moving in insane little circles, darting in and out of her cunt, licking madly at her erect clitoris as her hands continued their gentle probing of her spinal column, seeming to trace with her fingers the hot waves of lust that travelled up and down her frantically writhing frame.
Suddenly, the two women seemed to rise as one, almost levitating their bodies from the bed as spasm after spasm of orgasmic heat overpowered them, endowing them with new strength. Their lust overpowered them, endowing them with new strength. They bucked up and down, feeling their passions rise toward climax. It was the best that had ever been. If only it could go on forever, or they could die now, having tasted the fruits of paradise together.
They peaked then, in perfect harmony, running their hands up and down each others' bodies as if trying to seal a permanent impression in their fingertips of every square inch of them.
The two women shrieked into each others' pussies as they felt the final, almost unbearable, pleasure of orgasm take over their quivering bodies. As they began to descend from the heights of sexual ecstasy, their movements slowed. They continued to rock back and forth for a few moments, savoring the final taste of love juice from their pussies, until they lay sprawled together in lovers' union on the bed motionless.
Dahlia lay as if in a daze, lightly stroking the lovely body of the girl under her, her mouth still only inches from Rosie's twitching, sopping cunt. Her mind raced. Slowly she sat up and moved over, sitting in a yoga position by Rosie's head, her dripping pussy boldly exposed to her lover's adoring gaze. She looked down affectionately into Rosie's eyes.
"You're right, darling. I can never let you go. Would you really be willing to suffer with me through the dark days ahead?"
Without hesitation, the teenager nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Well, then, I guess I'll have to take you with me. Now, here's what I want you to do. Go home and pack a bag. Don't take anything you don't need. Write a note to your parents. Make it good. Tell them that you can no longer stand to live here with the shame of your corruption. Describe me as a monster who forced you into a life of perversion. Tell them that you're going to New York to build a new life."
"But, Dahlia. I can't forsake you like that! Why can't I just tell the truth?"
"Because you're a minor, dear, and they're going to be looking for us both. Now, I'll give you some money. You'll take a bus for San Francisco and get a room. I'll have to do the really hard part. I'll have to stay here and put up with things for a few weeks so no one will suspect that we're going off together. When I think it's safe for me to join you, I'll send you a letter care of General Delivery, San Francisco Post Office, and tell you when and where to meet me. Don't write me here, no matter what. They'll probably be watching my mail. Now, you'd better get dressed and go home."
Dahlia watched as the young girl put on her clothes, slowly hiding her delectable body. It was going to be hard, very hard. But it would be worth it. As she solemnly handed Rosie her travel money and tenderly kissed her adieu, she was already planning the wonderful life they would lead in San Francisco.