The "Lesbian" High School Reunion

By Violet Addison

Parts One-Four (check out parts 5-7 for more stories from this lesbian high school reunion
*Pussy eating at its graphic best!
*Hot, long and well-written!
*Leaves you breathless and wanting more!

Did you have a crush on your teacher or principal? Ever wonder if those glances you received from your teacher meant she was looking at your with lust? This amazing book is a FOUR part story of a High School Reunion, set in one venue, with multiple players at the same time. These stories are written in incredible erotic detail that will leave you wet and wanting more.
Part One: A beautiful Japanese-American Woman Returns to discover her favorite English teacher is hungry to eat her pussy.
Part Two: High School Rival Nemesis's take out their frustrations on each others hungry mouths and pussies.
Part Three: The assistant principal cleverly drugs the principal, takes her picture and explores her pussy for two days. To her delight, upon the principals return to consciousness, she is eager to return the favor.
Part Four: Teacher & Partner teach their first time lesbian lovers all they know and more. What they don't know is the sweet 18 years old seniors have been discovering their bodies for several weeks prior to the reunion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violet Addison
• Release date: Sep 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311146496

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The Lesbian High School Reunion

By

Violet Addison

Copyright 2014 by Violet Addison. © All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons living or deceased, is strictly coincidental.

Table of Contents

Part One: Aiko’s Return

Part Two: Rival Pussy Eating

Part Three: Getting Revenge

Part Four: The Teen Helpers

Part One

Aiko Abbadelli had graduated from the high school 10 years earlier, and was now aged 28. Her mother was Chinese and her father of Italian-American descent; her name in Chinese meant ‘messages on the wind’. She had the slim build, pretty face and straight dark hair of her mother, whilst her European heritage showed through in greater height and a fuller bust than most Chinese women. Her face was a blend of the classic high cheekbones and large almond eyes of the Far East with hints of Mediterranean lushness, producing a unique and striking presence all of her own.

This was the first reunion that Aiko had attended; previously, she had felt that it was too soon after graduating. However, now that she had completed her computing degree and landed a job with an internet company based near Los Angeles, she felt that she had at last left the education system for the so-called ‘real world’. There was an attraction in touching base with her roots again, and so she had arranged to come back for the reunion event, staying with her parents for the weekend.

The high school was unusual in hosting the event on its own premises, but the former students who attended quite enjoyed the experience of seeing again the places that had once been so familiar. The real reason, however, was that a few years previously they had been very poorly catered for at the main hotel and convention center in the town, and the Alumni Association had decided to organize it themselves at the school instead, and donate the money saved by doing so to the fund that they were raising to improve the track and sports facilities. The practical organization was handled by some of the teachers; the food and drink was delivered by outside caterers, but at the event it was served by volunteer helpers from the present 11th and 12th grades (in this state, it was legal for 18 year olds to serve alcohol, and so the older 12th grades poured the bubbly wine for the guests). Using current students in this way both reduced the costs and meant that a more lavish provision could be afforded.

Aiko circulated around the large room, enjoying the lively hubbub of conversation and random encounters with people whom she knew. There were quite a few of them here, former students and present staff, although the Principal of her time had retired and his female successor was a stranger to her. It was interesting to see people after an interval of ten years, and observe how much – or, more often, how little – they had changed. Jane Cyrus still seemed to be an empty-headed giggler and Jennifer Carlson was as uncommunicative as always, but that was surely Natalie Sutton over there, looking so much more stylish and assured than she ever had at school, in fact she had a much better figure than Aiko remembered. She made a mental note that she must chat to Natalie later on and find out what she had been up to. Just now, Aiko needed a refill of her glass, and she made her way over to the serving tables in a quieter corner. She collected a fresh glass of the fizzy white wine from a tall young man who looked like a basketball player, and then moved to the adjacent table of snacks, hesitating over what to choose. The server here was a stunning redhead with a slight dusting of freckles in her clear complexion and, although she could only be about 17, evidently quite a full bust under her buttoned-up white shirt. Aiko was captivated by her looks and her engaging perky manner, and they chatted for quite a while about how the school was now – which, in truth, seemed pretty much unchanged since her day, although the girl (it turned out her name was Jessica) was quite gushing about the new Principal. Their conversation was just running down when Aiko felt a touch on her arm, and a familiar voice greeted her:

‘Aiko! How lovely to see you here – how are you, what have you been doing?’

She turned with a smile of real pleasure, for this was one of her most favorite teachers, who had helped her a lot when she had been in the 11th and 12th grades. Ms. Henry had taught Aiko English; she had been in her early 20s then, and was now 33. However, she looked younger than that, being fit and healthy from her sports coaching of the junior softball and badminton teams, and from regular running and swimming. At five foot ten, she was slightly taller than the younger woman, her blonde hair in a neat short style with a fringe and then cut away around her ears to the nape of the neck. The teacher had a warm and attractive smile, a slightly snub nose, and clear blue-grey eyes. She was wearing a pair of smart grey linen slacks, which dropped sheer from her flat stomach and trim flanks, and a white short-sleeve top with a pale blue cashmere vest over it; underneath these was the outline of the bra which encased her C cup breasts.

Aiko chattered away about her new job, on which Ms. Henry congratulated her. The teacher also complimented her on how nice she was looking, and admired the younger woman’s knee-length strapless dress. This was in a pattern of greens which strikingly offset Aiko’s hair and skin tone; it was cut to cover her shapely bust with apparent modesty, yet also drew the eye to her cleavage, which was accentuated by the uplift given to her D cup breasts by their underwired strapless bra. Aiko noticed Ms. Henry’s eyes strayed there several times during their conversation, and she suddenly realized that her former teacher was not just making routine ‘small talk’, even of the friendly kind with a favorite ex-student. It felt more like flirting, that there was a sexual undercurrent which was expressed as much in Ms. Henry’s eyes and gestures (her hand resting several times on Aiko’s forearm), as in her conversation. Perhaps, thought Aiko, just perhaps something more is – or, with encouragement, might be – going on here!

An opportunity to find out soon presented itself, when Ms. Henry commented that Aiko must have had a lot of exciting experiences since she left town to go to college. Aiko whole-heartedly agreed – thinking of how she had discovered her true sexual preference with her freshman roommate, who had deftly seduced her in the first week, and how after a time she had become confident enough to frequent the local lesbian bars and clubs, which had resulted in some longer affairs and at least two dozen passionate one-night stands. Aiko had always liked and admired Ms. Henry, without at the time realizing what underlay her feelings. Now, perhaps there was a chance to recover one of the lost opportunities of her teenage years. She looked the handsome teacher directly in the eyes, and said boldly:

‘I have learned things about myself – my pleasures – that might surprise you, but I’m sure there is so much more that you could teach me – if you would like to?’ As she said this, she took Ms. Henry’s hand, gently raised it to her mouth, and – without for one second breaking her steady eye contact with the slightly-flushed older woman – brushed her lips along the knuckles and kissed the fingers softly. Ms. Henry gave a faint noise, a mixture of a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure; her nostrils flared, and for a second the tip of her tongue moistened her slightly-parted lips. Then, with a slight shake of the head, as if to bring herself back from dreamland, she took a firm grip on Aiko’s hand. Delight and desire showed in equal measure on the teacher’s face, but in her position she had to be sure she was not wishfully misinterpreting the signals. Even with an indication as blatant as this, she had better make sure ...

‘Oh, Aiko! Do you mean? ... Do you want to ...’ asked the teacher, and then she swallowed, unable to say in public what it was, even in a room so buzzing with conversation that no one could possibly hear their soft-voiced exchange. Aiko knew that this was the cusp moment, the second when things could turn one way or another – and she knew exactly what she wanted, now even more urgently and desperately. Leaning forward, standing slightly on her toes so that her lips were almost brushing Ms. Henry’s ear, she made sure that no doubt at all could remain.

‘Take me somewhere, and fuck me to pieces’, she whispered, the invisible caress of her breath arousing the teacher even more. Ms. Henry looked like she had been struck by lightning, and she shivered slightly from head to toe. The teacher had kept a firm grip on the stunning Japanese-American girl’s hand, its fingernails painted green to match her dress, and softly she replied:

‘Oh, gosh! Oh – my sweet