Staring into Vivian's wide, pleading eyes, Evelyn felt utterly wrong-footed, trapped by the bizarre innocence overlaying the profoundly inappropriate situation.
Vivian seized the moment of hesitation, hands darting back to their previous positions, only this time, her left hand wasn't just on the stockinged thigh – it slipped under the skirt hem, fingers pressing insistently against the dampening lace crotch of Evelyn's panties, zeroing right in on her clit. Simultaneously, the right hand wormed its way under the loosened fabric of Evelyn's blouse and inside the lace cup of her bra, thumb and forefinger finding and pinching a hardening nipple while the palm kneaded the soft weight of her breast.
"Ah—!" A sharp gasp escaped Evelyn as unexpected, electric pleasure shot through her at the touch to her core. "Don't, Vivi… ah… stop…" She tried to twist away, pull back, but fear of hurting the small girl tangled with the shocking arousal made her movements weak, ineffective. That weakness was all the opening Vivian needed.
Dealing with reluctant women? George—now Vivian—had plenty of experience. Left thumb circling relentlessly against the lace-covered clit, right hand manipulating the nipple with practiced skill, sending shards of unwanted pleasure through Evelyn's system.
"Ngh… ah… please…" Evelyn moaned, her resistance crumbling faster than she could comprehend. Within seconds, Vivian felt the distinct warmth and wetness bloom against her fingertips through the thin fabric.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Teacher?" Vivian murmured, her voice disturbingly innocent yet edged with something knowing. "When I touch myself down there, it feels really good too."
"No… ah… Viv… Vivian… ngh…" Evelyn squirmed, her body betraying her intentions, strength leaching away with every forbidden caress. Her struggles gradually subsided, leaving her half-lying, half-slumped back against the sofa cushions, legs falling slightly parted, hands losing the power to push Vivian away. "Ah… Vivi… I…"
Seeing the deep flush spreading across Evelyn's face, the glaze in her eyes, Vivian knew phase two was go. While Evelyn was momentarily lost in sensation, Vivian retracted her right hand from the bra, quickly using both hands to push Evelyn's knees further apart, exposing the delicate triangle of white lace panties – matching the bra, Vivian noted with detached appreciation. The gusset was dark with moisture, the surrounding fabric tantalizingly sheer, offering glimpses of dark curls beneath. It was intimate, forbidden, and sent Vivian's own pulse skyrocketing. Even in her female form, she felt a distinct throb, a wetness between her own legs mirroring her teacher's. Good.
Vivian shifted, positioning herself kneeling between Evelyn's parted thighs, her face directly before that dampening lace. Her left hand continued its ministrations, keeping Evelyn distracted, while the forefinger of her right hand hooked under the elastic edge of the panty leg, gently pulling the soaked fabric aside.
Pink. Everything was shockingly, beautifully pink. Despite Evelyn's sophisticated, almost severe outward appearance, her vulva was incredibly delicate, the labia majora a soft rose shade, not the darker pigment Vivian half-expected. "Perfect butterfly," George's old connoisseur's brain cataloged automatically. Fingers traced the outer lips…
"Mmm… ahhh…" Evelyn's breath hitched, quickening rapidly.
Gently, deliberately, Vivian used her fingers to part the outer folds, revealing the slick, glistening entrance within. And then she saw it. "Holy shit. A hymen." Unmistakable. Evelyn Reed was a virgin. For a split second, Vivian paused. Then shrugged internally. "Whatever. Not my problem."
She leaned down and pressed her lips against the swollen, damp flesh.
"Ah! Vivi… you—" Evelyn jerked, suddenly snapping back to awareness. A flicker of memory – university dorms, her adventurous lesbian roommate… But this? This was her student. A child. The wrongness crashed down harder than the illicit pleasure. Evelyn's hands came up, weakly pushing against Vivian's head. She struggled to sit up, gasping. "No! Vivian, you can't! Stop! Get up!" Her legs trapped the girl, preventing any forceful resistance.
"No," Vivian mumbled against her skin, then latched on properly, tongue darting out, determined. First, the clit – lavishing it with kisses, licks, teasing little nips…
"Ah… sss… No, Vivi… listen to me… Ah!"
"Shh, Teacher. Just relax. You know it feels good, right?" Vivian's voice was muffled. Her tongue flickered, teasing the opening, then slid boldly inside, swirling, probing the slick heat.
"Ngh… oh… s-so good… ahhh…" Evelyn whimpered, resistance melting into raw sensation.
Vivian felt her tongue wasn't reaching deep enough. Wishful Body activate. A silent command. Her tongue elongated, becoming impossibly agile, stretching, probing further, deeper into the tight channel.
"Ahhh!" A sharp intake of breath as the tip of Vivian's enhanced tongue brushed against the delicate membrane. Careful. Breaking that seal wasn't for a tongue. "Feew 'ood, Teachah? (Feel good, Teacher?)" Vivian slurred around her mouthful.
"Mmmhmm…" Evelyn moaned, completely lost.
Vivian went to town, employing every trick George had ever learned, lavishing attention on every sensitive spot. But it wasn't enough. She was burning up, the friction, the proximity, the sheer power dynamic fueling her own arousal. Withdrawing momentarily, she quickly wriggled out of her own panties, tossing them aside. Then she scrambled up onto the sofa, straddling Evelyn's legs, grabbing the teacher's limp hand and guiding it between her own thighs, pressing Evelyn's fingers against her own slick, throbbing nub.
Perhaps instinctively, perhaps still dazed, Evelyn's fingers started moving, rubbing hesitantly at first, then with slightly more pressure.
"Oohh…" A genuine groan escaped Vivian. The unexpected friction, the teacher's touch… "Fuck, yes… That's so good…" She moaned shamelessly. "Ah… Faster… please… Teacher… Faster!"
"Vivi… ah… mmph… Oh god… ah… Coming… ahhhh!" Evelyn suddenly cried out, thighs clamping violently around Vivian's torso, body arching off the sofa in a series of sharp convulsions before collapsing back, utterly spent. A loud, shuddering groan tore from her throat.
[Points +1] The system notified coolly in Vivian's mind. Finally.
"Hahh… hahh…" Evelyn lay panting, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving.
But Vivian wasn't done. Nowhere near. She leaned down, pinning Evelyn's hand firmly in place. "Teacher… don't stop… Keep going… please, faster… I need…!" Her own body was coiling tight, demanding release. She looked down at Evelyn, her eyes hazy with lust, cheeks flushed bright pink.
Evelyn opened her eyes, saw her student writhing against her hand, demanding more, heard the desperate plea. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her – shock, shame, confusion, lingering pleasure… and a bizarre sense of obligation? "Sigh." What else could she do now? Resigned, her fingers resumed their slow, tentative ministrations.
"Ah! Yes… Teacher… faster… Oh god… I-I think I'm gonna pee…!" Vivian gasped, hips bucking.
"S'okay… that's not pee, sweetie. Just relax, let it happen…" Evelyn heard herself murmuring soothing nonsense, caught in the sheer surreality of it all. Might as well make it… good? For the kid? What the hell was happening?
"Gonna pee! Ah!... Oh!... Flying!" Vivian shrieked as the climax ripped through her. So that's what those women meant. It really did feel like flying. Her small body convulsed, shuddering uncontrollably before going limp, slumping forward onto Evelyn's chest. "Mmm… Teacher… so good…" She nuzzled against the soft flesh, burrowing her face into the V of Evelyn's open blouse.
During the commotion, Evelyn's bra had shifted further, one small, pink nipple now completely exposed. Without thinking, Vivian latched onto it, sucking greedily.
"Ngh… Okay, Vivi, that's enough. Enough now," Evelyn said weakly, using one hand to gently pry Vivian's head up. "Satisfied? You need to stop… teasing me now."
Vivian looked up, eyes still glazed. "Teacher? What's 'teasing'?" she asked, faux innocence firmly back in place.
"Er…" Evelyn flushed again. "Just… no more sucking, okay?"
"Oh. Okay." Vivian paused. "Teacher? Did you feel good just now?"
Evelyn averted her eyes. "No."
Vivian pouted instantly. "Liar! I felt like that! It was super good! You felt good too!"
"Sigh." Evelyn closed her eyes briefly. This was a nightmare. "Vivian," she began, trying for a firm, teacherly tone that completely failed her. "This… what we did… it's wrong. Very wrong. You understand? You can never do this to me, or anyone, again."
Tears welled up in Vivian's eyes instantly. Predictable. Effective. "Why not?! I don't care! I want to! I like Teacher!" Fat tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh, no, don't cry, Vivi, please don't cry…" Evelyn panicked slightly. "Teacher likes you too, very much! Just… not like this…"
"Waaaah!" Full-blown sobbing now.
"Okay, okay! Shh! We can… maybe… We can do it again sometime," Evelyn heard herself saying, horrified at the words leaving her mouth, desperate just to stop the crying. "Okay? Just stop crying, please? Okay?"