Melody, my first time.
written by:
Melody

Thankfully it was a warm summers day, because when PT teacher, Ms A.... asked me to stop in to see her I had come straight into her little cubbyhole of an office next to the passage between the showers and the change-rooms. With my towel wrapped around my slim body, I sat upright on the small chair facing her desk, listening carefully to her lightly accented Nordic voice.

She was not behind her desk, but was standing behind me. I wasn't sure why, but later I realised why she chose to be there. Her voice was always measured and calm, even in classes this good looking 20 something woman never seemed to raise her voice or be flustered at all, even when confronted by a large group of noisy senior girls.

"Melody dear I've noticed you're always last into the showers after PT, would you like to share with me the reason for this unusual behaviour ?" Her voice so soothing and re-assuring inspired me to feel confidant that I might be able to share my secret with her. A secret I always thought to be so terrible. Even so I could feel the flush of blood racing to my face as I blushed, and tried to bluster my way past the awkward question.

My denial was obviously totally unconvincing so she tried to convince me it was ok to tell her, that it was ok and everything would be much better with the load off my shoulders. I realised that she actually knew, but wanted me to share my apparent fear. I started a little when I felt her hands on my shoulders, her voice gently coaxing me to be brave and share my secret.

The gentle massaging of her fingers on my skin and her voice on my soul made me very relaxed and safe, and even more there was another feeling spreading through my body, a feeling I had become quite accustomed to over the last few years after discovering the touching of certain parts of my body caused me great excitement. A feeling I normally induced alone in the privacy of my bedroom.

Did this beautiful lady know what she was doing to me ?, I wondered as I relaxed in the chair whilst my insides coiled up like a spring. Yes of course I knew something was happening, I wasn't totally naïve to the ways of the world, and the fact that woman touch other women. "What you have is very special, and unique" she said as I felt her breathe on my neck as her hands slid down, my front towards my breasts

I could smell the sweetness of her breathe, as her hands freed my towel from over my breasts, so too the sweetness of her gentle words freed my spirit and I quietly said "I'm very conscious about the way that I seem to be different to other girls" She moved slowly round to face me as her hands slid up to my face, holding me so gently, as her lips moved over mine. I was shocked, and my first impulse was to pull back but her hands were firm and so were her lips and then it was her tongue probing to open my mouth and I was gone.

The wonderful feeling and pleasure of that first long, lingering all consuming kiss was all I needed to tell me that I really liked this feeling. She continued to sensuously arouse my whole body with her lips and tongue against mine, as her hands moved lower again to my breasts, cupping them and then kneading my nipples to take on the appearance of little pebbles. Scratching and lightly pinching them, causing me to release load moans of pleasure and now too I could feel the juice escaping from my secret place between my now widening thighs.

I want her to touch me there, the way I had done it to myself for many months, but I wanted her to do it better than I did. I removed my towel, giving unspoken permission for her to violate my body however she wanted so that the intensity I was felling would become greater until I enjoyed my first orgasm at the hands of another..... But there was something I wanted from her, and I didn't take long to go after them, - her breasts nice and big and firm - the way I wished mine were. I think I broke some of the buttons of her blouse, but I didn't care too much at that time.

I probably broke a bra strap or maybe even two, but then I had them in my hands, two wonderful globes of flesh too big for my small hands, caressing nipples nearly as big as my thumbs I was getting close to nirvana, especially as her nimble fingers where at that time making headway into my secret cave to retrieve the waters of my immense excitement and use them to lubricate the hood over my clitoris and free the huge bud that nestled between my thighs.

My secret was out, though I knew she knew that was the cause of my embarrassment, but she in her gentleness set me on the road to accepting that it is all mine, its the way I was born and it is big but oh so beautiful as I was to discover many times over the following two years. That special day she did use her tongue on my special place to take me to the highest pleasure plateau I'd experienced in my first eighteen years of life. I did come very well, causing her hair to be matted and face shiny with my love juice, oh yes we had a good laugh about her appearance, joking that we should take a picture for the headmistress, and we spent some time with me returning the favour and having my first taste of the sweet nectar that is exclusive to ladies.

We spent a number of blissful days together in the coming months often at her house, especially in the short holidays after third term, I learnt so much, as we pleased each other and developed a liking for multiple orgasms.

Sadly near the end of the year, one day she was not at school. The rumour was that some mother had complained to the head that there had been some inappropriate attention directed towards her daughter.

I will always cherish the special attention I received from Ms A..... a very beautiful Nordic lady/