Staying After School

by Mia Stone

  Staying After School

  A Lesbian Story

  Mia Stone

  Copyright © 2018 by Mia Stone

  All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  1

  This day sucked.

  My boyfriend broke up with me to be with my best friend. He couldn’t even tell me to my face. He sent me a text.

  To make it worse, it was my 18th birthday. My parents were out of town for their anniversary and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Thanks to my asshole boyfriend and supposed best friend, I would now be spending my evening alone.

  We hadn't had sex yet, and tonight I was going to let him pop my cherry. He was going to take me to dinner and then come back to my house since my parents were gone. He'd been bugging me to go all the way for the last four months, and tonight I was going to. I didn't tell him that though, and I guess he got tired of waiting. My best friend had been with a few guys already, so I'm sure she was fucking him, and that's why he dumped me. It made me want to puke when I thought about it.

  Yeah, could this day get any worse?

  I managed to make it through most of the day without crying my eyes out. I almost went home sick, but with my parents gone, it would have been more of a hassle than anything. I would have to suck it up and show those two they weren't going to wreck my day. I was dressed extra cute today in a black mini skirt I'm pretty sure my mom would freak if she saw me in and a tight pink sweater. I was wearing my black boots that came up mid-calf. My blonde hair was curled and falling around my shoulders, and I had taken extra care with my make up that morning. I was getting more than my fair share of looks and calls in the hallway.

  It was hard when I saw them in the hallway holding hands a few times. At lunch they were making out at the corner table we used to. I saw him ram his tongue down her throat and I lost my appetite, throwing out my lunch.

  By the last class of the day, I was exhausted. Keeping my emotions in check had been harder than I thought it was going to be. Thankfully I ended the school day with English Literature with my favorite teacher, Miss Spencer.

  Miss Spencer was new this year and quickly became one of the favorite teachers among the students. She had only been out of college a few years. She was so easy to talk to and never gave us too much homework. She was always talking to us girls about clothes and makeup. I had asked her more than once for her opinion on something fashion related, and she always gave great advice.

  There was a rumor going around that Miss Spencer used to model in Paris, but she never mentioned it. With her gorgeous shoulder-length hair, long legs, and fabulous body, I wouldn't doubt it. She didn't like to talk about herself much though. She never mentioned any family or a boyfriend. Someone as hot as her had to be taken. The boys in the senior class talked about what it would like to fuck her all the time. They were disgusting.

  “Happy birthday, Charity,” Miss Spencer said when I walked in. She smiled at me. “Cute outfit today.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, trying to smile back at her. The stone façade of the day was finally starting to crumble.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked quietly, taking my arm and pulling me away from the groups of kids entering the classroom. She was wearing a low-cut red blouse, and I couldn't help but notice the swell of her tit covered by a black lacy bra. She had it paired with a black pencil skirt and black heels. It was a simple outfit, but she looked great.

  I bit my lip and shook my head. “Bad day,” I managed to mumble and looked over her shoulder. I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself. The last thing I needed was for my ex to find out I lost it in English class.

  “Do you want to talk about it after class?” She tucked her hair behind her ear and rubbed my arm, her brown eyes sympathetic behind her glasses. She didn't wear them all the time, but she looked so good when she did, I almost wanted to get a pair myself. "Or do you have to get out of here for a birthday celebration?" She started to smile, but when she saw my eyes fill with tears, she stopped.

  She leaned over to her desk and casually grabbed a tissue. “Never mind. We’ll talk later, ok?” She patted my arm and turned her attention to another girl who had been waiting behind me.

  I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and clutched my books to me before turning to walk to my desk. Miss Spencer was so lovely, but I didn't know if I should tell her what happened. She would probably think it was silly. Maybe talking to someone would make me feel better.

  I had a hard time paying attention in class, and thankfully Miss Spencer took pity on me. She didn't call on me to answer any questions. My mind kept wandering to what an asshole my ex was and how my supposed best friend betrayed me. I wasn't sure which hurt me worse.

  I couldn’t to go home tonight and go to bed. I planned on a long hot shower or maybe even sneak and use the Jacuzzi tub in Mom and Dad’s room and then cry myself to sleep.

  This most definitely was the worst birthday ever.

  The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Thank God. Miss Spencer gave me a knowing smile, and I slowly gathered my things, letting the class clear out before getting up and heading to the front.

  “Do you want to talk here? Or would you rather go out for coffee?” She asked as she came around the front of the desk. She perched on the edge, crossing her arms across her chest, pushing out her ample tits, giving me another glimpse of her lacy black bra. I looked away quickly; I didn't want her to see me staring.

  “I don’t know that I feel like going out,” I mumbled and played with the edge of my notebook. I didn’t want anyone to see me crying if I lost it when talking to Miss Spencer.

  "Your parents are still gone, right?" She asked.

  “Yes,” I nodded.

  "How about you come to my place? We can order a pizza and hang out," she suggested. "I don't live far from here. We can leave in a few, and you can follow me home."

  I wasn’t sure what to say at first. I'd never had a teacher ask me to their place. Was it even ok? Miss Spencer was young though; it was probably no big deal. Going over to her house was certainly more appealing than going home to my big empty house.

  “I could probably do that,” I agreed with a nod of my head. I was relieved I wasn’t going to be alone, even if I was going to a teacher’s house.

  “Great,” she said and walked back behind the desk, her heels clicking on the floor. “Why don’t you get your things and meet me back here? I should be ready to go by then.”

  “That sounds good. I’ll be right back,” I said with a small smile and left the room. Maybe my evening wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought.

  2

  I went to my locker and grabbed my purse and backpack. On my way back to Miss Spencer's room, I ran into a few girls from the cheerleading squad. They said hi, but as soon as they were past me, I could hear them snickering and whispering. My face felt warm, and I picked up the pace. I had to get out of here as soon as I could.

  I almost bumped into Miss Spencer when I entered her classroom. She was on her way out with her purse and bag. “All set?” Her smile soon faded when she noticed the look on my face. “What’s wrong?”

  "Can we please leave? I'll explain more once we're out of here," I mumbled, glancing into the hallway to make sure there was no one else that would see me and humiliate me.

  “Sure,” she said and shut the door behind her. “Do you want to ride with me and I give you a ride back to your car
later? Or follow me?”

  “I’ll follow you and go home from your place.” I didn’t want to come back to school anytime soon, even just to the parking lot. In fact, I was calling in sick the next day, maybe the rest of the week. I couldn't endure another day like today, and if I gave it a few days, everyone would have moved on to the next scandal.

  “Sounds good,” she nodded.

  We walked out to the parking lot together but didn’t say anything. I still wasn’t ready to tell her what was going on. Once we were in the privacy of her home, I would let the floodgates open.

  We went to our cars, and we left. I followed her Jeep Wrangler, blasting the radio, so I didn't have to hear myself think.

  In a few blocks, we pulled up to an apartment complex. I saw the spots for guest parking, so I pulled my VW Bug into one of them. The car was an early eighteenth birthday party from my parents. It was their way of trying to make up for not being here on my actual birthday. At the time, I didn’t care, but after all of the bullshit going on today, I wished they were home.

  I got out of the car with my purse and left my backpack in the car. Miss Spencer waved me over, and I followed her to the far building. She turned and smiled at me sheepishly. "Sorry for the long walk."

  I shrugged. "No big deal." As I walked behind her, I could smell her perfume in the breeze. It smelled like a meadow of flowers in the spring but wasn't overpowering. I made a note to ask her what it was so I could get some.

  We finally got to the door, and she pulled her keys out of her purse. "I don't mind the walk except when it's cold and rainy. Then it's no fun." I nodded, and she pulled her keys out of her purse. She unlocked the door and opened it. We walked inside, and she set her bag on a table near the door.

  I closed the door behind me and set my purse next to her bag. I stopped and looked around her apartment. It wasn't what I expected at all. She had a few pictures hanging on the walls, but nothing personal. It was void of any color, and everything was black or white. She had a TV in the living room across from a leather couch.

  She kicked off her heels and walked to the fridge. “Make yourself at home.” She opened the door and got out a bottle of wine. She pulled two wine glasses from the cupboard and waved them at me. "Would you like a glass? I know I shouldn't offer it, but it's your birthday, and you seem like you've had a shitty day."

  I pulled off my boots, feeling a little bit like I was in an alternate universe. Here I was at my teacher's home, and she was offering me some wine. And I was going to say yes. After the day I had, why the fuck not.

  “Sure,” I smiled and watched as she poured some white wine into a glass.

  “Here you go,” she handed it to me and then poured herself a glass. “Why don’t we sit on the couch? Do you want to order pizza now or talk first?”

  “Let’s talk first. I’m not all that hungry,” I admitted and walked towards the couch. She was right behind me with her glass of wine and the bottle.

  She sat on the couch, tucking a leg underneath her. I sat on the other end of the sofa and took a sip of wine. I'd only had a few beers with my ex a couple of times and had never really been drunk, so I could feel the warmth of the alcohol seep through my veins. I felt myself instantly relax.

  “So tell me, Charity, what happened today?” She asked, putting her elbow on the back of the couch and propping her head up with her hand.

  I took a deep breath and set the wine glass down on the table in front of me. “I got a text this morning that my boyfriend broke up with me.” I reached for the wine and took another sip before I continued. “To make matters worse, he dumped me for my best friend.”

  “Ouch,” she gasped and shook her head. “Men are such assholes.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded in agreement and took another drink of wine. My glass was about three-fourths full when Miss Spencer took the wine bottle and refilled it.

  "You deserve this wine today," she said when she was done.

  “Of all days, they did this to me on my eighteenth birthday.” My eyes started to fill with tears. “And my parents are gone.” I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks. “I’m all alone,” I sobbed.

  "Oh sweetie, you're not alone," she cooed and scooted over on the couch, so she was sitting right by me. She pulled me into her arms and held me while I cried.

  It was weird to be in the arms of my teacher, but it felt good too. She was rubbing my back, and her body felt soft and comforting against mine. Right now she didn't seem so much like my teacher as she did a good friend.

  When my sobs finally subsided, I sat back up, and she brushed my hair from my face. "Such a pretty girl," she mumbled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I bet the other boys flock to you." She leaned back and gave me a serious look. “I have to ask, Charity. Are you a virgin?”

  I looked down, embarrassed by her question. I was probably the last girl in the senior class to lose her virginity. “I am,” I admitted and looked away. “Dumb, huh?”

  She reached out and took my chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look back at her. “It’s not dumb at all. I think all the girls that give it up too young are dumb. Good for you for waiting.”

  I smiled, but I was still embarrassed by the conversation. Maybe I should ask her about herself to draw the attention from me.

  “What about you, Miss Spencer? Do you have a boyfriend?”

  She smiled wryly and shook her head. She stayed close to me on the couch, but I didn’t mind. The top button on her blouse had come undone when she hugged me, and I could see her cleavage and the top of her black lacey bra. The corner of her mouth turned up when she caught me looking, but she didn't move to cover it up.

  “Like you, Charity, I’ve had my fair share of heartache caused by men.” She reached out to stroke my cheek with her long fingers. “After the last time, I decided no more. I don’t date men anymore.”

  “But you’re so young,” I protested. “And you’re too pretty to be alone.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not lonely,” she chuckled and put a hand on my bare knee. “Why don’t you let me show you what I mean? I promise that unlike your boyfriend, I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel amazing.”

  3

  "What do you mean?" I asked. My head was feeling cloudy, and it was suddenly sweltering in the small apartment.

  She smiled, and her leg slid up my thigh, stopping at the end of my skirt. "Have you ever had an orgasm, Charity?" she asked and licked her full lips.

  This was not a conversation I should be having with a teacher, but I found myself compelled to answer her. "Only alone," I managed to say, my mouth suddenly dry.

  Her hand slid further under my skirt, her fingers dangerously close to my pussy. "Miss Spencer, I don't know if we should be doing this." My tits felt heavy, and the nipples were hard, brushing against the soft fabric of my bra. I felt the heaviness between my legs I would get when I used to make out with my boyfriend.

  “It’s ok,” she said, putting her finger to my lips. “Let me make you feel good. Let me make you cum like you never have before.”

  “But I don’t like girls,” I stuttered, her fingers brushing across the front of my panties.

  “Have you ever been with a woman?” She grinned at me.

  “No!” I said, a little bit too loud. I had heard about some girls experimenting at some slumber parties, but it never happened at any I was at and I never really thought about being with a woman.

  She leaned into me, pressing her tits against my arm. I could feel her breath on my ear. "You don't have to do anything." She ran her tongue along the shell of my ear, and I shivered.

  After the way my ex-boyfriend hurt me, maybe being with another girl wasn’t a bad idea. “Ok,” I nodded.

  “Excellent.” She stood up and offered me her hand. Her eyes were bright with desire I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse. She must have been as turned on as me.

  "Let's go to my bedroom." She held out her h
and, and I took it in mine. I stood up, and we walked the short distance to her bedroom. We stopped at the foot of the bed, and she went over to turn on a soft lamp.

  She came back over to me and reached for the hem of my shirt. She pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. She cupped my tits in her hands. "You are gorgeous," she whispered and bent over to run her tongue along the swell of each one, stopping to dip it in the valley between them. She stood up and reached behind me, her eyes on mine as she unhooked my bra and threw it on top of my shirt.

  “Much better.” This time she leaned forward and lapped at my nipple before sucking it into her mouth. She sucked hard, sending jolts of electricity between my legs.

  "Miss Spencer," I moaned, and my head fell back. "That feels so good."

  She let go of my nipple with a pop and looked at me. "I told you I would make you feel good." She cupped my face in her hands and leaned in to kiss me. I hesitated at first, but she thrust her tongue into my mouth to tease mine, and I lost myself in the kiss.

  She kissed so much better than any boy I’d ever been with. She was slower and more deliberate with her lips and tongue. Her soft body felt sensuous next to mine unlike a hard male body.

  While we were kissing, she pulled my skirt from my hips and let it fall to the ground. She slid her hands down my back to cup my bare ass cheeks, grinding her hips against mine. “Your body is amazing,” she muttered against my lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  My breath hitched in my throat when she hooked her fingers in the sides of my thong, and she moved down my body, her face so close to my pussy. She helped me step out of my thong and stayed on her knee in front of me. She leaned forward, her eyes closed, and took a deep breath. “You smell amazing. I bet you taste even better,” she murmured. As she stood up, she swiped her finger along my slit gathering up my juices on her finger and eliciting a gasp from my lips. I watched her, mesmerized as she brought the glistening finger up to her lips and licked it clean. “Even better than I thought.”