School Girl Diaries, by Amanda

Okay, so I’m feeling kind of cock-hungry tonight, and I don’t want to record my diary entry on girls right now (but I will get to it soon). Instead, I thought I’d write tonight about a different part of me: the slutty, spread-for-your-dick part of me.

I have all sorts of moods, and a million different fantasies, but sometimes, when I get hot and horny, I just want to be used. Pull my skirt up, unbutton my blouse, and make me stick my hand into your pants! *giggles* I like men who know what they want, and who tell me exactly what I should do (well, when I’m in this kind of mood anyway!).

You want me to put my mouth where? No, I could do that! Well, if you insist, I guess I better try. As I suck your cock, you lift up my little schoolgirl skirt, and touch me through my panties. I can’t hide what a hot, little slut I am. I’m all wet under those panties, and it’s starting to show. You rub my little wet spot as I suck and lick your big cock.

It’s not hard to get my panties down as far as my knees, and I pull my knees against my tits so you can see my thighs and lips and my wet slit. Those pink folds want…no, need to be spread. Want to stick it in? Want to feel them wrapped tight around your dick, my teen cunt sucking and begging to be filled with your cum? I definitely do!

I’m so horny tonight, and there’s not a boy in site. I’m miserable, in heat, and I desperately want to sneak out to play with a guy. Poor me, I need it so badly tonight, and I don’t think I’m going to get any. *pouts as she runs off to find a dildo with a frustrated sigh*

So, I had a really interesting experience today in school. It was weird…the kind of weird that makes you scratch your head weird. It happened in Miss Emily’s class, right before we went to lunch.

First of all, Miss Emily is my third period English teacher. She’s kind of pretty, for an older woman (in her thirties I think). But she’s also kind of odd, like…unsure about herself I guess. She’s a teacher, so she’s used to being a little bossy, but most of the time it seems like she’s seeking our approval or something (especially from the younger girls in class). It’s puzzling.

Anyway, I totally didn’t study for my test on Othello, because I was busy doing other things…like boys. So I was copying off one of my girlfriends, Megan. She’s kind of a brainy type. Anyway, I thought I totally was being discreet, but after the bell rang, Miss Emily told me to stay behind. I remember at the time, I thought, “Fuck, I got caught.”

After everyone had left, Miss Emily called me to her desk, and she asked me if I was copying off another girl’s work. I played kind of dumb, and said, “Only a little. My eyes were wandering by accident.” For some reason, I found myself flirting with Miss Emily, the way I do with some of my male teachers. All I could think was, “WTF is wrong with you, Amanda, she’s a girl. She’s so not going to take it the right way.”

But she did! Miss Emily just looked at me, all thoughtful and stuff, before she told me to pull up my skirt. Of course I was stunned, but…you know, okay. If she’s a lesbo or something, at least I won’t get in trouble, right? I totally thought she was married too, to one of the male faculty members on campus.

I was really confused, but I did it anyway? I guess it was out of habit. I was wearing some simple, white cotton panties underneath, but they had a sexy cut to them, and little strings that dangled off my right hip. She touched the band of my panties, and OMG it was so sensual the way her fingers moved along it.

At this point I knew Miss emily was into girls. After you’ve been intimate with enough bi and lesbian women, you can just tell when a touch is girly-sexy, and her fingers…so completely sexy! Her hand moved, after a moment, between my legs, and it just rested on my panty covered lips. She was looking between my lips, so thoughtful. I wanted to crawl onto her lap and makeout with her. I’ve never actually fucked an older woman before.

But then she stopped. She told me that I could let my skirt down, and I did. And after, she made sure to lecture me about how cheating was bad, and that I shouldn’t do it because not everyone was as nice as she was, and it would get me in big trouble. Then she turned back to her desk to grade papers and told me that I was excused.

So fucking weird!