Chapter 1 – Rebecca’s Story Part 1

Chapter 1 – Rebecca’s Story - Part 1

Rebecca looked down at the book in front of her; Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’.

She was finding it really hard to concentrate – English was so damn boring and this stupid book was just so very difficult to read. Inevitably her thoughts soon drifted away from the Bard’s complicated prose and off to more enjoyable distractions.

It had taken her a little while to become comfortable with the current focus of her attention, but today she was more than happy to stare at the new-found object of her desires; the sight of her gorgeous English teacher, Miss Kay, now held in her gaze, the amazing woman causing Rebecca to smile and her heart flutter with excitement. At that moment Miss Kay was stood only two desks away from Rebecca and helping another girl with a tough passage. As the teacher quietly talked with her classmate, Rebecca stared unashamedly at her shapely behind, this far more entertaining than any Shakespeare play, Rebecca’s brazen leering causing her to bite her bottom lip with a sudden tingle of desire.

Rebecca had struggled with feelings for her pretty English teacher ever since the first time she had set eyes on her, this wonderful moment happening on the first day of the new school term, this occurring only three weeks ago, it during their first class together, and to Rebecca’s great surprise it was one of the most significant and frightening moments of her young life.

It was Miss Kay’s first year teaching at the girl’s sixth form school and she was clearly still a little apprehensive about her inaugural placement. She had started her first lesson with Rebecca’s class nervously; the teacher stumbling though her introductions and her lesson plan awkwardly, but this inexperienced bumbling was all but ignored by Rebecca, the teenager unexpectedly and immediately intoxicated by her incredible new teacher. Miss Kay’s striking beauty, her gorgeous eyes, her slender body and her playful blond bob having a breathless impact on Rebecca that was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was instant and shocking, it was powerful and delicious. Details such as these were not usually something that Rebecca took any notice of on other girls, but in her teacher’s case the combination was absolutely mesmerising; Rebecca not remembering anything at all from that first lesson apart from this confusing and amazing infatuation.

At first these swirling new feelings were a little disorienting for a seventeen year old girl. Although Rebecca knew very well that she was a late bloomer – much to Rebecca’s dismay this something the other girls at the school were constantly reminding her of – there was still a lot she did not know about the changes happening to her body. Even now she was still surprised and more than a little scared by the sudden rush of sickly excitement that washed over her whenever she was near Miss Kay, Rebecca initially not recognising these new feelings as an adolescent lust, her confusion inevitably exasperated by the fact that she was feeling this odd new longing for another girl.

It embarrassed her, it worried her and it scared her, but above all; it excited her.

For the first few weeks Rebecca was uncomfortable whenever she made eye-contact with Miss Kay; every time she looked into those deep hazel eyes she felt an overwhelming rush of panic, an excitement and a strange heat welling deep in the pit of her stomach. It was something that was like a glorious ache, an ache that needed to be satisfied, but Rebecca did not know how. Each time she caught her stunning gaze, Rebecca quickly averted her eyes, the girl scared that Miss Kay may detect these weird feelings from within her just from her look alone.

And to add to her strange predicament, Rebecca was forced to wrestle with these unfamiliar and uncomfortable feelings completely alone; the girl unable to talk to any of her friends about them, the teenager unavoidably embarrassed, Rebecca knowing all too well that her childish classmates would be less than sympathetic if they realised that she had a strange obsession with their young – and very female – new teacher.

But then, last night, when Rebecca was lay awake and staring blankly at the ceiling – a now familiar insomnia brought on by the racing thoughts of her beautiful English teacher disturbing her sleep for what seemed like the 100th night in a row -she had found that the fingers of her right hand had unconsciously reached up to her breast, the girl soon teasing and pulling at her nipple pleasurably. At that moment – as the surprising new feelings of electric pleasure flowed from her lightly stimulated chest – she suddenly realised that this was more than just an odd crush – this was a deep erotic desire and a powerful lust. At that moment she knew that she was feeling a strong sexual attraction toward Miss Kay – even though she was her teacher and even though she was another girl!

Of course these were very scary feelings indeed, but, after wrestling with this frightening revelation for a worrying few moments – the torturous conflict of her sexuality the most troubling aspect – Rebecca soon realised that she could not ignore the strength of these feelings, regardless of who they were for. After examining the depth of her attraction toward Miss Kay, and after coming to terms with the shock of her same-sex crush, she realised that this should be enjoyed, that this should be nurtured and that this should be experimented with as soon as possible.

The girl had definitely never felt anything like this before. Miss Kay had awoken something wonderful in Rebecca, and this was something that Rebecca now wanted to explore to its fullest extent; the girl now desperate to see her again and she anxiously looked forward to her English lesson with her beautiful teacher and her new-found lust.

For today’s lesson Miss Kay had opted for a conservative look; the young teacher wearing a sensible grey pinstripe pencil skirt and a white blouse. As she bent over Emma’s desk and the fabric of the garment stretched revealingly taught over her bent behind, Rebecca could only think naughty thoughts.

The mesmerised girl was unable to help herself with the raw beauty of the sight. With her lust drenched eyes Rebecca traced the fine curve of Miss Kay’s bent behind from her bottom down into her thigh, the teenager following the unbroken slenderness of her sensual curves down her long, elegant legs with her gaze. Her skirt ended just below the knee, Miss Kay’s ankles and calves naked, golden and athletic. They were magnificently accentuated by a pair of delicate patent-black-strappy heels, the teacher’s bare skin perfectly smooth and gently tanned, and Rebecca’s heart beat hard at the sight of her naked flesh.

Rebecca imagined kneeling behind Miss Kay and licking at the clean surface of her calf, the girl wondering for a second what Miss Kay’s warm skin would taste like before smirking nervously to herself. She shuddered with a secretive intent and then continued her schoolroom fantasy, the teenager’s mind soon working her imaginary tongue up her teacher’s leg, the fantasising girl pausing at the crease behind Miss Kay’s knee and tickling at the fold of her leg, the teenager waiting for her teacher to shiver with sensation before she moved up to kiss at the back of her thigh with her pout lips, the girl slowly sliding her hands underneath the front of Miss Kay’s skirt and pushing the garment steadily up to reveal the delights below…

Rebecca blinked with shock, the girl suddenly catching herself mid-fantasy, Rebecca quickly realising that her lips had moistened with her erotic thoughts and her breathing had become a slight pant. She hurriedly regained her composure; the teen chastising herself for staring for so long.

She anxiously licked away her growing saliva and settled herself. “I should not be looking at my teacher in that way in class”, thought Rebecca, the girl not really taking her own telling-off seriously, though, and the teen soon smiling again, her legs now lightly and unconsciously parting under her desk and her cheeks flushing pink with the beginnings of her arousal. She glanced nervously around the classroom to check that no one else had seen, and to Rebecca’s relief, all the other girls were hard at work on their reading projects, their heads down and their concentration thankfully elsewhere.

Rebecca knew she had little to worry about – today she had deliberately positioned herself at the desk in the far back corner of the classroom, this a great place to admire her teacher from without rousing too much suspicion. But she was still being careful; this surreptitious voyeurism still very new to her, her natural caution making her a little nervous. But regardless of her inexperience, she still found herself smiling with a perverse intent, the danger of the situation now somehow adding to her thrill, the girl soon allowing herself to drift back into her exciting and lustful vigil.

Rebecca now turned her attention to Miss Kay’s white chiffon blouse, her collar unbuttoned and wide, the opening generous and revealing. From Rebecca’s current point of view she had a tantalising glimpse of her bra-strap, the sight teasing the girl as the teacher breathed in and out, the rise and fall of her chest now rewarding the teenager with brief flashes of gorgeous promise. Her blouse was parted all the way down to the top of her cleavage where it was loosely buttoned over her small breasts. The shirt then pinched in just below the swell of her boobs and was shaped perfectly to her slender waist, the hem ending an inch above the slim black belt of her skirt, a small gap between the two items of clothing revealing a thin band of glowing skin all around her, this glimpse hinting at her athletic and flat stomach hidden just beneath.

With Miss Kay’s position now by the side of Emma’s desk Rebecca could now examine her profile.

And Rebecca gasped; from this angle she could now just see through the gap in between Miss Kay’s blouse buttons.

Rebecca’s heartbeat increased excitedly when she caught a glimpse of what was hidden just beneath. To Rebecca’s delight her teacher was wearing a sexy black embroidered balcony bra, it delicate and expensive, the cups cradling small and pert breasts, the mounds gently rising and falling inside with each of Miss Kay’s steady breaths. Rebecca imagined pushing a finger through the gap between the buttons, the girl creeping it under the intricate fabric of the black bra and teasing it around Miss Kay’s areolae, the teen feeling her teacher’s breast tighten lightly as the nipple became erect and then Rebecca touching at the small mound teasingly with her shaking fingertip.

Rebecca now felt the still odd sensation of her own nipples becoming erect at the thought, her nubile chest warming, her skin drawing in around her rising sensitive lumps, the tips becoming tight and receptive and tingling with an insistent need to be touched.

She licked her lips again. She paused with a sudden and naughty thought.

“Could I?” Adrenaline burst through her with the idea.

“No?”

She knew it was stupid; she knew it was a flight of fancy, and she knew she should not dare, but the more she thought about it the more she was drawn to the dirty temptation.

“But, why not? Why not just slip a finger inside and touch? No one would notice. No one would see. And even if they did they would just think I was having an itch.” The excited girl sat there for a moment in giddy contemplation, a nervous shudder soon rippling through her, her lust drenched mind impatiently daring her to touch herself, her delicious idea growing in intensity, the notion swelling into an inevitability.

Cautiously she moved her hand up to her mouth and surreptitiously moistened the tip of one finger with her now very damp and pouting lips. She anxiously glanced around the classroom, the girl checking that no one else was looking, her heart pounding with the excitement and with the thrilling fear. She paused for an anxious second of reflection – but she could not resist any longer – the girl suddenly and eagerly pushing her finger into the gap between her own blouse buttons, the teen soon feeding her wet fingertip under the soft cotton of her small training bra, the girl searching out her own hard nipple.

She squeaked with the shooting pleasure as her moist digit found her tender teenage mound, the girl biting at the back of her other hand in an attempt to mute any uncontrollable and suspicious noises as they escaped from her lips. She shivered in pleasure as she gently traced the edge of her erect nipple, her vision slightly blurring with the amazing wave of sexual excitement, her eyes still locked onto the gap within Miss Kay’s shirt. The brief glimpses of the hidden delights within and her incredible secretive stimulation now causing a strange warm dampness to seep into the cotton of her knickers. She gasped at this weird new feeling – the girl briefly worrying that in all the excitement she had somehow wet herself – but the teen quickly realised that this was different sort of wetness; it felt nice. It felt right.

It felt sexy!

She concentrated on this slimy heat and began to enjoy the slick feeling, the gooey hotness below now a pleasant addition to the new tingles of excitement she felt rushing all over her body as her finger flicked back and forth over her erect breast, each pass now working to heighten the once dull ache low in Rebecca’s crotch into a burning fire of sexual need.

As the pleasure and the excitement tingled over Rebecca’s teenage skin, she bit at her finger tenderly, the girl licking at the back of her knuckle with her tongue, the teen imagining it to be Miss Kay’s stiff nipple and she enjoying the resultant shudder of pleasure as it rushed through her at the thought. Rebecca now felt a screaming desire in her very wet crotch, it a sickly pulsing want for this wonderfully insistent ache to be satisfied. Without realising how, she knew instinctively that she had to touch herself there; she knew that the only way to relieve such a powerful need was to caress parts of her body that she had never explored before. But how could she? She was in class. With fifteen other girls!

The girl looked questioningly down at her skirt, her mind now intoxicated with desire.

The teen wondered if anyone would notice if she just slipped a hand down the front.

She paused momentarily in a dizzied contemplation and then released her nipple. She plunged her trembling palm under the desk, the girl fumbling hungrily at her skirt waist, but it was too tight and too awkward an angle for her virginal exploration to not go unnoticed.

She franticly searched her options for surreptitious masturbation, a powerful lust now driving her on. Eventually her frustration gave way to a flash of inspiration.

She bent forward in her seat, the teen grasping at the bottom of her skirt and hitching it up over her knees. She then shifted her weight onto her right buttock, the girl tipping herself over a little before lifting her left thigh ever so slightly from off the chair. She traced the line of her skirt with the fingers of her left hand, the teen freeing the hem from under her thigh and letting it fall behind the back of the chair as her hand crept along the inside of her leg. Before she dropped her bottom back onto the seat, she worked her left hand under her now slightly elevated thigh, Rebecca pushing her hand under herself, the girl working her fingers toward the aching dampness in between her legs. She then sat a warm, slightly clammy buttock back onto her wrist, the teenager keeping her weight on her right thigh, this position now allowing the fingers of her trapped hand just enough freedom to push aside the damp gusset of her knickers to work their way through the moist and velvety heat to her tingling and sensitive vagina within.

Her hidden finger, it now shaking with anticipation, touched lightly at the soft, slick warmth of her young body, the tip teasing and tingling parts of her that she had never explored before. She was aware they existed, but she had never considered discovering their delights until now. Each tender contact of her fingertip against her slimy hot flesh ignited wonderful new feelings of electric pleasure in the teen, each delve and thrust into damp, glistening and temperate darkness an incredible new epiphany of sexual joy. She panted excitedly as her fingers quickly sought out her tiny tight opening within her slimy warm softness, her fingertips teasing around her wanting edge, the girl enjoying the rush of anticipation before her first ever penetration, her chosen finger trembling with her barely contained excitement as she paused.

Then, with a faint gasp, she gingerly entered herself as far as her awkward position would allow, the girl delighting at the incredible feeling of her soft lubricated flesh enclosing around her delving finger. As it slipped inside she shivered, the surprising warmth within her a wonderful shock, the pleasure from this gentle virginal entry soon rippling around her young body. Her heart fluttered and her vision swirled as she examined this incredible new sensation. With the penetration, a raw desire flowed through her sparkling mind. She glanced back to the delicious image of her teacher, her renewed lust-drenched vigil of Miss Kay now demanding that she continue her exploration more vigorously.

She flicked her finger in and out of herself hungrily, the girl quickly shifting her weight again, this an instinctive move, the teenager needing to push her fingertip up inside herself ever further and ever deeper into her enveloping warmth, a lust for pleasure mixing with an ever building desire for her stunning teacher forcing her to ignore any pain she now felt in her twisted wrist. Despite the awkward position her finger entered her depths easily, her tip slipping deeply into the lubricated folds of her young vagina unhindered, each extra millimetre of penetration a stunning addition to her rising thrill. She began to gently rock on her chair, the girl thrusting her finger ever deeper and ever harder into herself, the once gentle tingle of electrifying sexual pleasure now becoming a powerful building wave of erotic joy slowly saturating her entire body.

She bit into her right hand ever more violently as a fresh onslaught of deep pleasure pulsed from within her as she fucked her finger, this jolt of amazing sexual electricity causing a faint but uncontrollable moan to escape from her lips despite her best efforts to contain it.

This involuntary noise immediately forced her mind back into reality through the fuzziness of her masturbation with a stab of sharp panic, the girl suddenly feeling very self-conscious indeed. She quickly glanced away from the intoxicating image of Miss Kay’s sensual profile and nervously checked the room to see if she was still enjoying this dangerous moment of sexual discovery unnoticed.

“Oh God!”

Rebecca immediately jerked bolt-upright in panic, her finger withdrawn, her legs crossed, hear heart thundering; Louise, the girl sat just to the right of her, was staring at her, her mouth wide open in shock, her eyes wide with surprise.

How long had she been watching? What had she seen?

Their eyes met and immediately both girls looked away in embarrassment, both girls caught staring but they doing so in very different ways.

‘Master Class’ now available on Amazon in Eight Episodes!

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Master Class:

Novellas:

Master Class – Novella One

          

In Novella One the first four books of the delicious Master Class series are brought together for one fabulously naughty week at St Gregory’s school. Join Rebecca as she gives in to her lesbian lust in class and disgraces herself in front of her friends. Follow Louise through her journey of revenge, voyeurism, deviance and desire. Enjoy the temptation experienced by the naïve teacher Miss Kay as her girls make her do ever more sexy things. And watch Emma break through her fears to become completely engrossed in her schoolmate’s erotic games.

Master Class Novella One contains the following four books:

Master Class Part One Rebecca’s Story
Master Class Part Two Louise’s Story
Master Class Part Three The Bathroom Story
Master Class Part Four Detention

Master Class – Novella Two

          

In Novella Two the next four books of the hot-as-hell Master Class series are combined as we follow the girls through their sexy homework assignments. Louise pleasures herself in the gym, twice, only to be caught on CCTV. Emma spies on two twins having fun at the swimming pool only to then be found out herself. Rebecca discovers the joys of sex toys at the mall with a new friend, her vibrating pleasures opening up a whole new world of opportunities for her. And Alison goes clubbing only to be blackmailed again by a powerful woman with an unexpected link to the girls…

Master Class Novella Two contains the following four books:

Master Class Part Five Louise’s Assignment
Master Class Part Six Emma’s Assignment
Master Class Part Seven Rebecca’s Assignment
Master Class Part Eight Alison’s Assignment

Books:

Part One: Rebecca’s Story

          

In the first part of the amazing Master Class series, Rebecca succumbs to an overwhelming desire to secretly satisfy herself to her beautiful English teacher, Miss Kay, while in class! Her voyeuristic and surreptitious masturbation all goes to plan until the school bitch, Louise, catches her in the act…

Part Two: Louise’s Story

          

Part Two of Master Class follows the school bitch, Louise, as she discovers her cute classmate, Rebecca, masturbating in their English lesson. The evil revelation of this secret to the entire class soon humiliating Rebecca, but this also getting Louise into big trouble. Burning with hate for the girl, she spies on Rebecca being told off, but sees way more than she ever expected…

Part Three: The Bathroom Story

          

After the amazing events of the day before, the sexy school bitch, Louise puts into action the first part of her deviant blackmail plan. In Part Three of Master Class Louise attacks Rebecca in the school bathrooms, the bully forcing Rebecca to perform a personal show for her. And then the fun really starts…

Part Four: Detention

          

In Part Four of Master Class, Louise blackmails and manipulates her beautiful teacher, Miss Kay, into giving a very special lesson for the three girls in their detention. Things soon spiral out of control until all the girls are overcome with the erotic power of that very special class…

Part Five: Louise’s Assignment: The Gym

          

In Part Five Louise dares to complete her naughty assignment in her exclusive female only gym. Surrounded by perspiring and beautiful women Louise soon succumbs to her sexy needs, not once, but twice. Although in such a public place a secret like this can be hard to hide…

Part Six: Emma’s Assignment: The Pool

          

In Part Six of Master Class the sexy swimmer Emma chooses the familiar waters of her swimming pool to complete her part of Miss Kay’s deviant assignment. Emma has a stroke of luck when she comes across two pretty teen twins, but the identical girls in their matching bikinis and cute pigtails force Emma to take a risk too far…

Part Seven: Rebecca’s Assignment: The Mall

          

For Part Seven of Master Class cute Rebecca visits the Mall to complete her solo assignment. In the dazzling array of shops she stumbles upon a retailer of gorgeous sex toys and a naughty idea soon forms. Unfortunately she is not old enough to enter such an adult establishment, but while contemplating her predicament she meets a sexy new friend that helps her out in the most unexpected of ways…

Part Eight: Alison’s Assignment: The Club

          

In Part Eight of Master Class the girl’s gorgeous teacher ventures to an exclusive nightclub to complete her part of the naughty assignment. Surrounded by beautiful dancing women all dressed in slinky sexy outfits and moving to the music, Alison quickly loses herself to the erotic energy of the amazing dance-floor, but her dirty solo games catches the eye of a very powerful woman and she is soon beckoned to the VIP area to discuss an offer she can’t refuse…