********** Verse One: Kandi and the Swimming Instructor ********** The phone wasn't ringing. It never rang. At least not with the person Kandi wanted on the other end of the line. And it frustrated her. You couldn't have seen it by the distracted look on her face, but it was there. The young redhead sighed miserably, laying stomach-down on the pink-tinted spread of her bed. In her arms was a large stuffed animal Like a panda. Kandi hugged it tighter and bounced her bare feet up and down off her pillow idly, gazing at the phone on top of her chest of drawers. "Janny... you jerk," Kandi whispered unhappily, "...why haven't you called me? I'm tired of waiting. This is so not cool..." In her eyes, Kandi reflected a gaze at the phone that was less a stare on it and more of a probing into her own mind. She tried to think of what possible reason there could be for her little Janny not to call her. You see, this town was called Victoria A half-sleepy, half-bustling city in the state of Texas. But Kandi wasn't a Texan by birth. She was from South Dakota originally. During her upbringing there, she had fallen for a beautiful young cheerleader who was as sexy as she was fresh. And that woman was Janelle Campbell. Or 'Janny' in Kandi's heart. They had been together for years. Sneaking around behind the backs of their friends and family, the two had been 'girlfriends' since grade school. And their relationship became a sexual one once Kandi and Janelle started to mature a little. They were happy with each other really. Aside from a few differences in taste of music and food, they meshed well as a couple. But that all ended six months ago. It was the usual story. Her parents had issues to deal with in Texas, getting closer to grandparents, new job opportunities, a different scene. There were many reasons for leaving. But Kandi didn't really care about them. All she was aware of at the time was the fact that she would be separated from Janelle. And for all intensive purposes, Janelle was pretty bummed too. But that wasn't the only snag. Kandi knew that her moving to Texas would be a set-back, but she also knew that she wanted to maintain a long-distance relationship with Janelle. But the other girl wasn't up for it. She either wanted all of Kandi or none of her at all. Which didn't make sense to the redhead, but was logical in its own way. A long distance relationship wasn't an impossible feat, but it took tremendous commitment and trust on both sides for it to work. If Janelle wasn't prepared to undergo that, then there was no hope for them. And so they broke up. In the six months between their break-up and now, Kandi and Janelle had stayed in touch with each other as friends. There would be times when Janelle would earn enough money from her part-time job to visit her in Victoria. The most recent case of that was at the birthday party of Summer Andrews; just a short few weeks ago. Janelle had flown out with all dedication in mind and met Kandi at Summer's party, which was where they exchanged one of their sexual 'goodbyes' Kandi had enjoyed that night so very much. Mostly because she still cared for Janelle. But in truth, she got the feeling that Janelle was a little upset by having to say goodbye to Kandi once again. Which the redhead surmised as the reason for Janelle not calling her in the past three weeks. It made sense in its own way. But it didn't do Kandi any favours. The young woman stared aimlessly at the phone. It still wasn't ringing. Was this Janelle's way of... dumping her? Of course, they weren't exactly a couple anymore, so that couldn't correctly be the case. But it was... complicated with the two of them. Kandi and Janelle weren't exactly lovers... but they weren't just friends either. In fact, even if Kandi did find someone else, she felt obliged not to do anything about it without Janelle's 'permission'. It was her devotion that made the relationship between herself and Janelle so convoluted. Maybe this was Janelle's way of saying that she wanted out? The moment she thought of that, Kandi pouted, her eyes narrowing. It made her angry. Very angry in fact. But from such a cute girl as herself, such anger could only look adorable. The redheaded teen uncurled her arms from her large panda bear, then slid off her bed and stomped out of her bedroom. Kandi ignored the sound of her mom cooking downstairs, the frying pan sizzling loudly from the kitchen, and just marched into the bathroom. She swung the door closed behind her, the vibration jittering the cosmetic appliances on the shelves. Her small feet then padded over the tiles of the bathroom and straight across to the shower compartment. Her hand reached in behind the plastic veil and grabbed the four-pronged tap, turning it. A warm jet of water gushed downwards from the valve and Kandi pulled her hand out from behind the shower curtain. Which was when she removed the only two pieces of clothing on her body. Her large Atlantic High sweatshirt came first. The girl crossed her arms over her chest, gripping its fabric, then pulled it off her body in one go The sweatshirt dropped to her ankles, while Kandi hooked her fingers into her white bunny panties and pulled 'um right off her thighs, legs and feet. Leaving her utterly naked. Kandi then stepped carefully into the shower compartment, pulling the curtain back then forward again. By now the water had warmed into a hot stream. And Kandi immersed herself in it. Hot water ran itself down the exquisite curves and bounces of the young woman's body. It was times like this when an external source would have understood just how beautiful she truly was. A vision of human perfection, you might say. Her full name was Katherine Monica Danders. But she was never very fond of the name 'Katherine' or of the shorter version, 'Kathy'. So her friends had nicknamed her 'Kandi' for as long as she could remember. But no matter how anyone regarded her, they all knew one thing. She was absolutely gorgeous. Possessed of a pale milky skin tone, lusciously glossy strawberry blonde hair that trailed all the way down to the crests of her small and fully rounded ass, big and expressive baby blue eyes, a button nose and soft cheeks sprinkled with cute auburn freckles, a lithe and gentle figure, and a pert pair of moderately-sized breasts topped off with pink fleshed nipples. The kind of body that so many women would sell their souls to have, and yet Kandi was so very ignorant of her own beauty. In the humblest possible sense she loved herself. But as a person first. Perhaps that was why Janelle meant so much to her. The girl looked past Kandi's beauty and saw her for what she was. But now Janny was ignoring her. For whatever reason, the cheerleader was not calling her or answering her calls. And the more that Kandi thought about it, the more it... well, pissed her off. Kandi's pretty little face contorted with anger again. "...So you've forgotten about me, Janny? Fine! If you're gonna forget about me then I'm gonna forget about you!" While shower water continued to patter down from the valve, Kandi reached out a hand from the shower curtain and gripped one of the bottles of shampoo on the side shelf. Her fingers fumbled to grab the bottle, but she eventually snagged it, then dragged in with her. Kandi then squeezed a portion of the bottle onto her hands, still scoffing from the thought of Janelle abandoning her. Once she had gotten enough of it, she placed the bottle down on one of the shower compartment tiles and then ran the silky shampoo through her long tresses of red hair. In spite of everything she had to make herself look presentable. School started in just a few hours time And if Janelle could turn her back on Kandi, then Kandi would turn her back on her. "I wonder what Sarah's doing tonight?" ********** The Marson household, large as it was, could be a hectic place. Never was that more obvious than today. Shannon Marson, teen popularity queen of the high school known as Atlantic High, had invited two of her friends around. Those two friends happened to be the closest members of her pack, Chloe James and Michelle Moore. They'd come on Saturday night for what some people might have regarded as a 'sleepover'. But in most cases it was just an opportunity for the three of them to drink, gossip, scarf pizza and gas on and on about who was rising and falling in the tricky thing that was teen high school hierarchy. While the three of them spent the weekend that way, a door down from Shannon's room was the bedroom of her headbanging, pot-smoking older sister, Terri Marson She was an isolated girl when she wasn't hanging with her friends at college, and so Chloe and Michelle hardly saw anything of her during their stay at Shannon's pad. The only thing that gave away Terri's presence from behind that door (with the mounted poster of a stop sign that said 'stay out!') was the sound of loud, wall-shaking nu-metal tracks banging out from the contours of her stereo system, and the faint waft of marijuana seeping out from the gaps of the door. Thankfully, Mr and Mrs. Marson were spending the week at a friend's house in El Paso, and they wouldn't becoming back until Friday. On this bright Monday morning, the same routine had overtaken the upper level of the house Shannon, Chloe and Michelle tried in vain to block out the sound of Terri's music and its profane, nihilistic lyrics while they did their thing. It was definitely a fruitless endeavour, as Shannon's teeth literally started grinding against each other in anger from the noise. The dirty blonde haired woman slapped her magazine down against her carpeted floor, pouting. "Dammit!" Shannon whined, "I'm so sick of that girl! Plenty of people stay on campus when they want to, right? Why the hell couldn't she?!" Michelle, the youngest of the gathered, smiled softly from her seat on the floor, astride from her irate best friend. It was no secret that Shannon hated her older sister with a fiery passion, but Michelle wasn't the type to let people argue Especially not Shannon. "Oh, it's not that loud, is it? Come on, Shannon, can't you just put up with it for now?" Shannon scoffed. "Why the hell should I? Damn, I almost wish that mom and dad were back. I'm gonna have to set her straight. Again." Chloe, who was sitting on Shannon's bed and running a hair brush through her silky bangs, smiled at the two of them. "Shannon, would you chill out a little? I like your sister. Sure, she's kinda odd, but it's just music, right?" "Then you deal with it," Shannon muttered in defeat, "I can't stand Terri." And that was just the response that Chloe hoped Shannon would have. She had her own reasons for 'liking' Terri, to no one's knowledge other than her own. Chloe swept the brush through her hair just once more, then dropped it to the bed, stepping off and slipping her feet into a pair of pink morning slippers she had brought with her. She walked out of the bedroom, the sound of the music in the background increasing from the opening of the door. Then she closed it behind her to spare Shannon the annoyance. Chloe strode down the long corridor past the guest rooms and over to Terri's door. The nubile teen giggled lightly with a knowing smile of intent, pressing her body against the banister. She then knocked on the door, as loudly as she could to be heard. Chloe heard the sound of movement shortly afterwards. The loudness of the music died down a little, and the sound of footsteps followed the action. As she drew near, Terri yelled, "Shannon, can't you spend one goddamned day without bothering me? I'm getting-" Once the door swung open and Terri looked out, she saw that the one waiting for her was not her younger sister, but rather Chloe, with a playful and seductive glint in her eye. The sound of music (though it had been turned down) increased once the door had been opened. And looking inside the room could show the faint clouds of distinct-smelling smoke from Terri's joint (or rather a culmination of them). Terri altered her tone of voice when she caught sight of Chloe. "...It's you? Yeah... you're Sarah's sister, right? Sorry about that. Is there something you want?" Though she was surprised to see that Terri knew of her sister, Sarah, Chloe's cute smile widened. There was something she wanted. But for now, she'd keep things just a little easy. Principally, Chloe James had a thing for 'bad girls'. Though Terri Marson wasn't a perfect model of that. Sure, she was a chain smoker of pot, she listened the loudest possible punk/metal tracks she could find and she dressed in the most unfeminine clothes a Marson woman had ever seen (a favourite was the sheared denims and hooded sweatshirt). But Terri was surprisingly intelligent and rational. Although by personality, Terri wasn't all that bad of a person, it was her overall image that was a turn on for Chloe. A particular liking was of Terri's hair. It was short and black, but her bangs were almost as long as Chloe's. And more to the point, Terri had dyed her bangs pink, a la Agent M, which clashed vibrantly with the darkness of the rest of her hair. As hard as it was to believe, this little detail did a lot for Chloe. That 'neo-90's punk American teen' look drove Miss James in just the right direction. Thus causing her little actions of flirtation. Chloe unconsciously crossed her legs, letting her one of her slippers dangle from her foot. One of her fingers absently curled a lock of her hair around it, while she herself was smiling. "Hi," Chloe said, "I'm one of Shannon's friends I'm Chloe James? We met a little earlier?" Terri scratched the back of her head. "We did? Sorry, I guess I forgot. So what do you need? Is it about the music? Did Shannon send you? Well you can tell that prissy little airhead where she can shove it." Chloe winced. Terri and Shannon really couldn't stand each other. "...Look, normally I wouldn't ask, but Shannon's a little peeved too. Could you cut me some slack this time around? As soon as we go you can turn it up as loud as you like." "...Eh, why not?" Terri submitted, "you seem nice enough But why in God's name do you hang out with my sister? She's such a..." "She's great when she's not angry," Chloe claimed, "I mean she's not quite as pretty as me, but I like her a lot. But I like you, too." Terri, unmindful to the true meaning of that, answered with, "But you hardly know me." "Yeah, but that can change, right?" Chloe and Terri then began to converse. Flirtation mixing absently with obliviousness. While back in Shannon's room, the youngest Marson herself was happy that Chloe had somehow gotten Terri to turn down the music. It was still there, but not to such a degree as it was before, which was a bonus. With that, Shannon sighed and picked up her magazine again, flicking through the pages. "Thank God for that," She mumbled, "man, Terri's got no taste at all." Michelle smiled bashfully. "C'mon. You know you care about her." "Are you kidding me? 'Shell, you know, you're far too nice about her. If you had a sister of your own that was even the slightest bit like Terri, you'd understand where I'm coming from. Yeah, you only-child families are so lucky." The look on Michelle's face pretty much summed up the fact that she didn't see it that way. She would have loved to have had a sister, or even a brother; to look after or be looked after by. But Shannon only saw the problematic side to having siblings. It was one of those qualities that made Michelle wonder why she cared for Shannon in the way that she did. But it wasn't a detail so frank that she would ever stop caring for Shannon. Even now, Michelle looked on dreamily at the characteristically bitchy girl. Despite all her character flaws, Shannon was a Goddess to Michelle. When they had first become friends, Michelle just looked up to Shannon. She wore great clothes, she always had men eating out of her hand, she always got invited to parties, she was good-looking. That admiration continued for quite sometime. Until Michelle realized that her awe was becoming more of a lust. And that was so very apparent now. Just the thought of Shannon calming down made Michelle herself feel more at ease. And seeing Shannon in a happier mood better presented her hotness to the world. Michelle felt like she could spend hours just staring at Shannon. But she obviously wouldn't get the chance. The little ER-theme ringtone on Shannon's cell phone suddenly went off. Shannon heard this and reached for it on the bed, opening the flap and holding it by her ear. "Hello? ...Ella? Well hey yourself. Where the heck are you? You said that you were coming over yesterday, right?" Michelle's smile suddenly fell whilst Shannon continued her conversation. One word had been spoken in that little altercation that stuck in the girl's ears Ella. That Spanish girl who joined the cheerleading team a few months ago. And by far one of the most sought after girls in school, next to Shannon and Holly-Raine Johnson. In fact, when Michelle, Chloe and Shannon had gone to Summer's birthday party, the guys had shown more interest in Ella than anyone else. Victoria was a town very much set in its ways, and exotic women were a rarity. So when one reared her head, it was natural that people would be charmed. Shannon seemed to be one of those people. Sexual interest or not, it bothered Michelle that her best friend gave that much attention to Ella. And a brief hint of jealousy flickered through her eyes. Michelle didn't really think of it as a good thing. But what exactly could she do about it? ********** Sharon Daniels struggled to get her breathing back under control. Her naked form lay out under the covers of her bed, prone, her breasts heaving, sweat clinging to her skin in tiny droplets. Her eyes were locked shut while her mouth was pulling a lusty smile, still reeling from what her lover had given her. That lover happened to be a certain girl named Holly-Raine Johnson. Arguably one of the finest, sexiest, more sexually active teen women in Victoria. She was also naked and rested below the covers. With a slow giggle, she dragged her head up from the gap between Sharon's thighs. Her cheeks, chin and lips were covered in the taller girl's slick discharge. Holly ran her tongue over her lips, lapping it up with appreciation; and then inched her way back up Sharon's torso, dropping little butterfly kisses up her naval, chest and neck. Holly's head of chestnut-brown hair popped up from the covers, grasping onto Sharon's serviced form tightly And the younger girl wound her arms around Sharon's neck, settling in an embrace, listening to the slowing pace of her breathing. Holly-Raine was very proud of her effect on women. But not more than she was for her power over Sharon Sharon herself sighed, eyes rolling, still running off the effects of her orgasm. When she found herself she managed to draw up her hand and run its fingers through Holly's chocolate brown hair. "Man... the things you can do to me..." Holly smiled softly. Though she didn't often brag about it, she was no amateur when it came to the bedroom. "Thanks. But try to keep it down, okay? Your mom and dad haven't gone to work yet, have they?" Sharon took the time to look around when Holly said that. Unlike most people, she had her bedroom in her attic. It had much larger space than one of the bedrooms below and was a lot cooler then the main house was in the summer heat. And best of all, it wasn't the kind of place that her parents got into easily. So she could be up here with Holly, screwing each other all night; and none would be the wiser. As long as they kept the noise down. "Nah," Sharon replied, "but they'll be gone soon." "I suppose it doesn't make much difference," Holly said, "school starts soon. We'll have to get out of bed some time." Sharon smirked, wrapping Holly up around the waist. "Do we? Man, I feel like just staying here for the day. Just me and you, no one else. How about it?" "I'd like to, but we can't..." Holly said regrettably, "I have that English report to hand in to Miss Blake today, remember? I've been trying to stall her for weeks, but if I don't give it to her today, I'm screwed. I'd ask Summer or Jenny to do it for me, but..." "But what?" "Jenny's pretty occupied with her boyfriend right now. You've met him, right? That football player from Saffron-Jameson High? Nathan, I think his name is. Those two are all over each other. And Summer? Well she's been in a bad mood for half a month now. I keep asking her what the problem is but she won't talk to me about it." Sharon had a sneaking suspicion about it. But it wasn't necessarily the correct one. "Look, Holly, I think Summer knows about us." "Huh? She does? Did you tell her?" "Of course I didn't. I think she just guessed it. 'Member the first night we slept together? The day after... Summer was saying some weird stuff I think she's worried about you." Holly-Raine blinked in confusion. "But why couldn't she tell me that? I don't mind if she's worried about me. We're best friends." The girl from Sacramento shrugged. "Beats me. Ask her yourself when you get the chance. I don't see how it's any of her business, anyway. We'll do what we wanna do, right?" "But Sharon, it *is* her business. Like I said, she's my best friend. We look out for each other when we have to. When she was dating that waste of space, Jackson, I kept nagging at her to dump the guy. And sure enough she did. That's just how it is between us." "Is that you're way of calling me a waste of space?" Sharon suggested with a smirk. Holly leaned upwards, shaking her head. "I didn't mean it like that!" "I know, I know. I'm just kidding around. Look, don't worry about it. Just talk to Summer and tell her that everything's good between us Maybe that'll stop her from worrying so much about you. And when that's settled, you and I can kick back and relax." Another lusty grin came to Holly's face, still sticky with Sharon's gush of vaginal fluids. The green-eyed teen leaned downwards and kissed her girlfriend generously. Sharon moaned at the thrill of tasting her cum on Holly's lips, and so the two lay together, frenching like there was no tomorrow. The sounds of smacking lips and light moans started to fill Sharon's attic once again Sharon and Holly-Raine had been inseparable since they first got together, and there were no signs of that to be ending. ...At least not now. ********** Sarah James waited silently by the sidewalk for her friend. It was a nice day out. The summer sun was shining, there was a nice cool breeze, and it was as quiet as it would ever be. Atlantic High was just a short distance away, about ten minutes from where Sarah was right now. But she couldn't leave just yet. She was waiting for Kandi to make her appearance (at some point). The young woman sighed and tugged on a curl of her platinum hair, whilst smoothing out her skirt with the other hand. Sarah was the kind of girl that didn't like to wait, but was often forced to do so. But she was used to it by now. Her friend Kandi was the kind of girl that often came late. This was just one occasion in a string of others, realistically speaking. However, Kandi was never so late that Sarah had to think about leaving without her. She waited outside by the old gymnasium for her every morning, and like usual, Kandi arrived just five or so minutes late. Sarah's smile brightened when saw her friend strolling down the street in a pair of jeans shorts and a small white top, which had a heart printed on it, stating the phrase 'bad girl'. In her arms was a little school folder, containing her homework and a few notes she had made while studying for a pop quiz in Physics. Kandi strode up to the blonde with a forced smile on her face. At first Sarah was pleased to see Kandi But then she noted that something was wrong with her. "Kandi?" Sarah said carefully, "is something wrong?" The strawberry-blonde haired girl blinked. Sarah could see right through her. They had been friends for a good five months now, and Sarah could de-fragment her expressions and moods effortlessly. Perhaps more so than even Janelle could. And Sarah was the only one of her new friends who actually knew about Janelle and her sexuality. "...It's Janny, Sarah..." "Still hasn't called you, huh?" "It's so totally wrong!" Kandi yelled, brandishing her inexplicable Valley accent/dialect, "I thought things were going alright between us I mean, at Summer's party, she and I, well, y'know, we 'borrowed' one of Summer's rooms and..." Sarah sighed, blushing in embarrassment. "I get the picture..." "Well after that, everything was fine. We got dressed, enjoyed the party, then when she had to go, I saw her off in a cab. I thought she'd, y'know, call me to tell me that she had gotten home okay after the flight. So when Janny didn't call me, I called her. Her mom picked up the phone and said that she had gotten home, but that she was out at the time. And like, that same thing happened again and again. I left so many messages on her phone it's crazy! I know she's avoiding me. I can't stand it. I can't stand the thought that... y'know, she doesn't wanna be with me anymore." Though she tried her hardest to be angry (and anger was not an emotion that came to Kandi with any form of ease) it was obvious that Kandi was more hurt by this than anything else. It was her relationship with Janelle that occupied most of her time and thoughts So much so that it would have been hard to believe that Janelle lived in an entirely separate state. "I'm not quite sure I'm following you, Kandi," Sarah admitted, "aren't you and she just friends? I mean I know you still sleep with her from time to time, but... if you think of each other as friends at the most... doesn't that give her the right to move on?" Kandi looked upward, into the skies. "I'm not asking her to marry me or anything. I'd just be nice for her to talk to me? I mean is that like, so unreasonable? I just can't stand the idea that she's, y'know, forcing me out. Besides, she was the one who wanted to break up, not me I wanted keep in touch with her. I bet she's avoiding me out of guilt I bet she hooked up with someone else. I don't think she loves me anymore" Now it was overtly obvious that Kandi really was upset. Sarah pulled a smile and roped one of her arms around the redhead's shoulder, then started walking her forwards. If they stayed here any longer then they really would be late. Whilst walking, Sarah spoke up once again, stating, "Look, sweetie. If Janelle's not interested in you anymore then it's her loss. That's what I think. You're great, you know? You could have anybody you want. I know it might not mean much coming from me or anybody else, but, I wouldn't get upset about it." A few seconds later, Kandi pulled a smile. A real one. "...You always know what to say to me, Sarah. And here I am, totally talking about myself when I haven't even asked how you are. So what's going on with you?" "Ah, not much," Sarah confessed, shrugging, "did a little studying Saturday. Cassie and I went up to that poetry fair I told you about the day before You should have come." "Poetry fair?" Kandi replied sceptically. "It's not as boring as it sounds. But I know you don't like that sort of thing. Of course Cassie is ten times the writer that I am. Her poems won all the competitions that she put them in. But she wouldn't have entered them if not for her girlfriend." Kandi didn't know Cassie all that well, it was only through her friendship with Sarah and Sarah's friendship with Cassie that the two were even aware of each other. "Cassie has a girlfriend?" "You didn't know? Well, I suppose you and she aren't that close It's that Alyshia girl. Cassie didn't tell me about it until yesterday, but, I can understand why. Not everyone's as up front as you are, Kandi." "Well I don't know about that, Sarah," To be honest, Kandi wasn't extremely explicit in detail and pride for her liking of girls. Though she was open with it to Sarah, their friendship made her an exception. The freckled wonder was never vocal about it to anyone else. In fact the only one who even partially seemed to suspect Kandi's attraction to other women was Holly-Raine Johnson, who was, in Kandi's rather humble opinion, the only girl in Atlantic High who she found to be as attractive as Janelle, "...Look, I'm feeling kinda bummed right now. You wanna do something later? You wanna hit the mall after-school?" Sarah smiled. "Yeah, sure." ********** Monica Shane had hidden passions. You didn't tend to expect it from substitute teachers. Growing up in Victoria, TX; few people made a point of taking any great notice of substitutes to really notice. In that background, the idea was that you didn't think too much about 'um. You screwed around in class, free from the normal restraints of your old, permanent teacher (who happened to be absent) and when they were gone the next day, it was like... having a 'day off'. It wasn't the same with 'Miss Shane'. Because she was a substitute teacher for a gym class; but not on a one-day basis. Monica was lumbered (or blessed) with the duty of teaching that particular gym class for the next two months. The class' original teacher, Coach Jeffers, was off on Pregnancy Leave (and that in itself was shocking to more than a few people; after all, no one expected such a stereotypically butch looking woman like that to fall pregnant in her forties) and wouldn't be able to teach for quite a while. Thus Monica was fulfilling those duties for the time being. She had no problems with it. And when Monica moved here from San Antonio, it was bluntly apparent that she needed the money. With bills, rent, personal expenses and the payments of her car, it wasn't like she could be faulted with this. Of course, when Monica learned what particular class she would be teaching, her outlook changed from jaded to eager. She had the duty of overseeing Swimming Lessons. It was an optional lesson for the teenage beauties at Atlantic High, that much was sure, but those who chose it really wanted to be here. And they weren't they only ones. Hence the earlier reference to Monica's 'hidden passions'. She was a substitute teacher in her late twenties, unlucky in love and cursed with a desire for the unappreciated and under-respected art of teaching. But the other thing she happened to have an abundance of was an attraction to the young women currently on display before her. A secret Monica kept even from her controlling ex-girlfriend, Samantha Byers (A/N see Misadventures of Holly-Raine, chapter four/five). One thing Atlantic High had going for it in every possible aspect, was its students There was no better display of that than here. Monica sat on a small indoor deck chair on the west side of Atlantic High's indoor swimming pool. That pool was at a length of about 55x12 metres, and the whole hall boasted a faint aroma of chlorine and half-naked flesh. At the south end of the pool was Monica's class, a group of around twenty teen-women. All of them adorned in a multiplicity of swimsuits. Some colourful, some bland; some one-piece while others were two-piece (three guesses as to which was Monica's preference in that respect). Though the substitute's mind should have been on the education of her students rather than their bodily assets, a good 73% of Monica's mind was transfixed with sight of her 'girls' all dressed this way. The other 27% managed to keep itself under control, for what it was worth. The class had just gotten dressed in their swimsuits and yet Monica could already feel the damp patch of her undies spreading in wideness. But she had a class to teach before she dwelled on... that. Monica quickly stood up from her deckchair and placed the whistle dangling from her neck to her lips. She blew into it, grabbing the attention of her students, then pushed the whistle from her mouth via her tongue. "Okay, girls! We'll have a few warm-ups before we get into anything too detailed, alright? Split into pairs of two and take a plunge. Once you get to the other end, walk back around and line up again. We'll quit when I say when, okay? Go for it." Her pupils did exactly as they were asked (although slowly due to all the whispers and girl talk) and got into pairs of two. The first pair lined up at the edge of the pool and then dove into the bluish mass of chlorine-addled liquid, just as Monica took her seat again. The two swam to outdo each other, kicking their lovely long legs behind them while the water around their bodies was swashed. Monica looked from those two to the next pair that was lining up by the edge of the pool. It was Sarah James and her good friend, that Dakotan girl by the nickname of Kandi. The moment Monica saw her, the teacher's cheeks flushed. Almost in a schoolgirl manner Though her attraction to young women was a predominantly universal thing, it was really Kandi who caught Monica's greatest attention. And that wasn't all that surprising. Out of all the girls whom Monica had had the pleasure to meet since coming to Atlantic High, the one who stuck out the most was probably Kandi. She was just so adorable. With those gorgeous baby blue eyes, those faint snowflake-like freckles and those firm yet well-rounded breasts, Kandi was almost bewitching. But the fact that Monica loved most about her was the hair. Those long tresses of strawberry blonde inched all the way down to the lowest part of her shoulder blades. Beauty was always in/rated by the eye of the beholder; but no one could argue with how sexy Kandi was. No one, especially not Monica, could really mistake that. Consequently, Kandi was definitely Monica's... 'favourite'. And the teacher could have died, just right there and then, when she saw Kandi's breasts jiggle slightly as she and Sarah dove into the water. Though Kandi didn't really have a very happy expression on her face today (which was odd, 'cause Kandi was such a cheerful girl) it did nothing to deride her beauty. Or the attraction that Monica was feeling. But there was nothing that Monica could do to... 'ease' the tension. At least not here. So she was forced to endure the glorious sight of Kandi as she swam in competition with Sarah, moving in swift but slightly uncoordinated strokes. And Monica spent the next hour doing the same thing. Overseeing the young ones, giving them instructions on exercises and helping them polish their technique, until the bell rang. Gym was the last lesson of the day, as usual Atlantic High students broke up early on Mondays. But it couldn't come a minute sooner for the teacher The second that the girls rose up from the pool to either get changed into their normal clothes or take showers, Monica climbed up from her deckchair and marched down the edge of the pool, overstepping the small, watery footprints of her students, and out into the surrounding corridor of the swimming pool hall. She then strode into a separate room, one which happened to be the office (if a gym teacher needed such a thing) of Coach Jeffers. Once she entered, Monica locked the door behind her and gasped for breath, pressing her hand into her chest. Though she loved seeing her students that way, controlling herself around Kandi was a different story altogether Half the time Monica couldn't stop staring at her. And the other half, it was all Monica could do not to grab Kandi and drag her through the greatest bout of sexual pleasure she was ever likely to receive. That thought in itself drove the teacher wild. And with that, she couldn't take it anymore. Monica jogged over to the far window and shut the blinds. Then she sat down on the chair of the desk just a short ways ahead of it. Once she was settled, Monica leaned back and closed her eyes. With one hand she pulled back a strand of her shoulder-length black hair and with the other she undid the button of her baggy beige shorts. Considering the lingering warmth of the outside, this wasn't a bad choice of dress, but shorts that thin couldn't really conceal premature discharge for very long. So illustrated when Monica slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her lower garment. Those fingers curved in around the slick and terribly moist vulva. Monica bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise, just light moans, as she slowly rubbed the length of her middle finger between the slight indentation of her labia. The wetness was instantly prevalent, allowing Monica's middle finger to glide effortlessly back and forth in systematic rhythm. With her left hand trapped in her shorts, her right hand shoved its way up her overalls. She latched onto her left breast, and quickly plucked at her rock-hard nipple, adequately rolling the sensitive flesh between her fingertips. With one hand massaging her dampened snatch and the other teasing and massaging her breast, of course Monica couldn't sustain her silence. Her mouth opened and she released a hoarse cry; trapped within the luckily soundproof office room. But Monica's mind was conceiving a far different scenario within itself. While the substitute's breathless cries rallied to the tempo of her self-inflicted ministrations, her brain was imagining something else. In her mind, Monica stood beside her desk rather than on its chair. In her mind she could see herself dressed in a provocatively-cut business suit, in a slightly better decorated office. Then suddenly Monica could picture the office door swing open. Kandi stood thereafter. Still dressed in her tight and innocently revealing swimsuit Kandi and Monica locked eyes and stared into each other, mirroring the other's lust and passions in a way that only they could express. Kandi slowly began the walk up to Monica and the desk. The closer she got, the more apparent her own desire became. Monica stood dazzled by the sight of Kandi's erect pink nipples straining under the confides of her swimsuit. The two came face to face Kandi looked up at Monica with wide eyes of wonder, lust, curiosity and an ever so slight flicker of anxiousness. While the taller woman gazed down at Kandi with eyes possessing nothing more than carnivorous, wanton, sexual greed. Monica's lips lunged down on those of Kandi. The younger woman released a tiny gasp of surprise; one that melted away into a sigh. The two moaned into each other's mouths with their first kiss. Monica tilted her head to one side and delved herself into the dull sweetness of Kandi's pink lips. Her stronger arms reached around the redhead's nubile young body, dragging her in closer with a firm yet soft embrace. Her tongue soon prised its way between Kandi's lips, opening their kiss fully. Kandi herself grasped onto Monica's cheeks and flicked her tongue around and about that of Monica. The two probed against each other, exchanging and heightening their individual desires. During the kiss, Monica's thigh and knee ran between the gap of Kandi's legs. There was a reaction when the strawberry-blonde felt Monica's thigh press possessively against the thin fabric that bound her honey pot from view. Her gasps of pleasure coalesced with Monica's moans of appreciation. And suddenly their kiss became more desperate. The two clung to each other even tighter and increased the intensity of their lip lock. With Monica's tongue buried down the girl's throat, they quickly ambled themselves into position with the desk. The teacher freed up one hand and swiped the desk clean of everything, knocking off the papers, forms, pens, pencil jar and water glass, so that it all came crashing down to the ground. Kandi held on tight as she felt herself being lowered onto the desk by her back. And before she knew it, Monica was on top of her, straddling her by the hips. The older woman broke their kiss seconds afterwards. Kandi gasped for breath upon that release. Her chest heaved up and down, her rigid nipples still poking hard into the upper half of her swimsuit. And while the freckled girl caught her breath, Monica left nothing to the imagination of her fantasies (even though this itself was a fantasy). The dark-haired one dragged her tongue over Kandi's cheeks and jaw. Her lips swiftly started dropping butterfly kisses over Kandi's face and then lower down to her neck, ravishing her youthful, milky, and inexplicably under-tanned skin. In addition Monica's hands grasped and clawed at Kandi's body without any misgivings of possession. Her hands stroked up and down the girl's sides, the curves of her thighs, then finally, the breasts. Monica tore off the 'bra' portion of Kandi's swimwear. And then her lips lunged for that left mound. Kandi cried out, muttering 'Monica' when the older woman began a domineering suckle of her newly revealed nipple. Monica moaned from nothing more than that satiation of her own lust when her lips curled around that stiff nub. Her tongue flicked at it. Her teeth gnawed at it (albeit softly). Kandi's mouth was wide open but her eyes were firmly shut. She was in heaven. She felt it all the more so when Monica's other hand reached up and enfolded her right breast Monica's touch was so firm and yet so gentle. The manipulation of Kandi's tits was handled so well. Not too much force and not too little, either The tingling Kandi got from feeling this educated woman of the world's tongue around her nipple was indescribable. And yet it would only better. By time that Monica pulled her mouth from Kandi's small right breast, the aureole was drenched in saliva. The teacher then quickly slid down Kandi's body, dropping gentle and momentary kisses over her flat stomach, descending towards the hips. Which the redhead knew was significant in action. She leaned her head up to observe what Monica was about to do. The teacher simply lowered herself along the desk so that her lips were hovering mere centimetres from Kandi's larger set of lips. There was a brief moment of silence. One that was blocked out by a scream that rent a sigh; as Monica pulled apart the girl's labia and pressed her tongue against the opening to Kandi's vagina. The younger woman dropped her head back to the surface of the desk and yelped girlish cries of ecstasy. With her masses of hair splayed out all around her head like a halo, Kandi whimpered and sighed aggressively, helplessly mumbling 'oh God... oh God...' to herself. The powerful feeling of Monica's tongue running up and down her vaginal opening simply overwhelmed her. Kandi's little toes curled into her feet and her long legs wrapped themselves around the upper section of Monica's torso The Dakotan teen then ran her fingers into Monica's dark tresses and held on for dear life to the sensation. Monica, with her face buried deep into Kandi's purposely hairless crotch and her nose filled to overflowing with the scent of arousal; could have been on no higher cloud. This was what she wanted above all else. To hear Kandi gasping with pleasure. To be able to smell and taste the girl's bitter-tangy/sweet-sour arousal. To see her writhing and coursing in bliss. It was all Monica ever wanted. Kandi then bit her lip when she felt something build. Like something was gonna burst or be 'let loose'. And so it happened. Kandi attempted in vain to keep her herself in control when the-wave-that-was-orgasm overtook her. Monica didn't relent from her kissing and licking of Kandi's opening. So she tasted the results of her work first hand. Kandi's cum spurted forwards from the cleft of her fleshy cunt, splattering over the lips and chin of Monica. The older woman pulled back a little when it ended, only to dab her tongue over her lips and sample Kandi's zesty flavour once again. Kandi, stunned, tingling and breathless by the tide of her orgasm, slowly opened her eyes and adjusted them to the first thing she saw. The ceiling. Then she looked downwards She could see her small but rounded breasts heaving up and down, Monica's saliva trickling down from her left nipple along the curve of the mound. Finally Kandi's eyes settled on Monica's face, smeared by her own vaginal juices. "...Miss Shane... Monica..." Kandi corrected herself, "I love you so much..." When a knock came at the door in the real world, Monica's fantasy ended. Her head jerked up with a start. Then she remembered the actual situation. One of her hands was buried in her panties and the other was trapped around her breast. With an awkward and extremely embarrassed look on her face, Monica called out to the person on the other side of the door. "Uh... w-what is it...?" "Are you okay in there?" Judging by the voice it was Summer Andrews, "You rushed in so fast you didn't get the chance to tell us to clean up." "...Um... sorry, Summer. I'm fine. Go get changed, alright? I have a few things to sort out in here first." Summer replied with a brief 'okay' and left. Monica sighed afterwards. Summer didn't hear anything (thankfully). She'd have to be more careful about this kind of thing in the future. Of course... with girls like Kandi Danders running around... ...life for a substitute teacher could be surprisingly difficult. ********** Chris Angel says, * Whoo! The first chapter of the Misadventures of Kandi. I hope you enjoyed it. I decided to back off from the Debbie/Linda thing from now on, since their relationship problems were more or less resolved in MoHR, but I wouldn't mind devoting a chapter to them if there is a request for it at some point. * If you read chapter five of the Misadventures of Holly-Raine then you might notice that Kandi's personality has changed a bit. I decided to make her a little more assertive when I realized that she bore too many similarities with Anna. I hope that wasn't too much of a 180 for anyone. * If you have any comments be sure to get in touch with me. I love hearing from the people who enjoy my stories. And I'm still taking requests now, but Sharon and Sarah are off limits. I have specific plans for 'um. Anyone else is good ^_^ * Thanks to 'Chase' for his Monica request. I don't usually do relationships between teachers and students but I have to say that I loved your idea.
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