V: Let’s Share A Strap On

THE PROFESSOR’S LESSON. EPISODE 5: Let’s Share A Strap On

VANIA

Miss Abby did not know who was at her door when we knocked, so she shouted that she was coming and ran to meet us on her porch. She paused when she opened the door.

“Girls?” Miss Abby asked, looking at us. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” I said. I had brought Tamara here. I knew where Miss Abby lived because I had submitted papers to her outside of school hours. I knew I was crossing a line, but I felt excited doing it.

“We want to learn more about girl love,” Tamara said. “I am also sorry for how I stormed out earlier.”

Miss Abby looked at both of us. Her expression softened, but she still stood in the doorway, blocking our path.

“Why should I teach you girls anything more? You already have everything you need.”

“I don’t,” Tamara stammered. “I like girls, ma’am, and instead of living my truth, I fight with other girls to keep boys I do not even like. I need your help.”

“Prove it,” Miss Abby said.

Tamara stepped forward, leaving all her fear behind. She reached for Miss Abby, sliding one hand over Miss Abby’s shoulder to her neck, and used the other to lift her chin. Then, she pressed her lips against Miss Abby’s.

Miss Abby moaned almost immediately. A fire was lit between them. They sighed into each other’s lips, and slowly, Miss Abby stepped back until we were all inside her house.

I closed the door, turning to see two flushed faces staring at each other, breathless.

Their eyes snapped to me when the lock clicked.

“Come here, both of you. Follow me,” Miss Abby said with a new smile. She held Tamara’s hand while Tamara held mine, and we followed our professor to her bedroom.

Her walls were pink and covered in stars. A fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling. She opened a drawer filled with toys.

“Pick your weapon, ladies. And come show me what you can do,” Miss Abby said with a soft chuckle.

She pulled down her pajama top and climbed onto the bed, sitting to face us. She knelt on the bed and waited.

Tamara and I looked through the drawer. I picked up something that looked like a cup.

“That is a rose vibrator,” Tamara said, grinning from ear to ear.

She grabbed a double-ended toy like the last time, but this one was black and thicker. Tamara giggled at what she’d found.

“Come,” Tamara said, pulling me toward Miss Abby. I followed, my bare feet cold against the floor.

“We got you something for the show,” Tamara said after crawling onto the bed.

She handed the rose toy to Miss Abby, then turned to me and pulled out the toy. “Suck,” Tamara said to me, putting one end in her mouth.

I did the same, and we both moaned with the toy filling our mouths on its opening ends, while Miss Abby got ready to play with her toy.

Miss Abby parted her legs, still wearing her shorts, a thin purple flimsy nightwear. She placed the tip of the rose against her clit.

The vibration started, and her moans filled the room.

Tamara touched my face, bringing us inches apart. She brushed my hair and rubbed my neck. She trailed her hands to my breasts and squeezed them softly. I jolted from the sensation, almost choking on the toy.

Tamara took it out easily, leaning forward to kiss me.

I had never kissed a girl before. It was magic. Her soft lips fit perfectly against mine. She pulled my bottom lip in and slid her tongue inside. My body tightened, and goosebumps covered my skin. I kissed her back, moaning against her lips.

My eyes were closed, but the stars on the ceiling felt like they were dancing behind my eyelids. Tamara explored my body like she was reading a map.

I shivered under her touch. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining. “I cannot believe that is what Ronald gets to taste.”

“I cannot believe it either,” I said, breathless.

In my head, I was doing cartwheels. I was so excited by that kiss. Tamara wrapped her hand around my neck, pressing softly.

I was lightheaded from pleasure. On the bed, Miss Abby was writhing, her pajamas soaked. I could see the shape of her pussy matted to her nightwear shorts. I wanted to know what she tasted like.

Abby stole my attention when she pushed the toy inside me. Then she positioned herself at the other end and moved against it too. She held her hips up, and we moved together until our bodies were pressing against each other.

Tamara held my neck as she moved her waist against the toy we shared. She was an expert, and I followed her lead. The deeper we went, the better it felt. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of our bodies moving together.

We wanted more. I cried out as my legs began to shake.

Tamara nodded, biting back a smile. She turned to Miss Abby, her eyes rolling back.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I am going to cum, ma’am. I am coming,” Tamara cried as her hips rocked.

“Call me ma’am again,” Miss Abby demanded.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” Tamara cried, and Miss Abby shook as her own pleasure peaked.

Tamara pushed in one last time and kissed me again. She was shaking, her legs giving out, but I was not finished yet.

I kept moving, and suddenly, Tamara pushed her hips back and away. A flood of fluid poured out of her.

She squirted. I made a girl squirt.

The realization hit me, and my own climax exploded. My legs gave out, and my body throbbed.

I did not just love girls and boys; I loved girls more.