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**Lindsay**

This is a story about a gay girl that discovers she isn't gay… then discovers she is gay… then realizes that she is just bi, but is not really sure. Confused yet? I know I was. That girl was me.

I was sixteen years old, and summer break was just about over. A new school year was beginning, yet unlike most people, I was excited. Not for the reasons one could imagine, however.

I was a lesbian. At least I thought I was since I had never been attracted to the opposite sex. My room was plastered with pictures of girls, and my internet history flooded with lesbian porn. My parents figured out that I was gay, were incredibly supportive, and I felt truly blessed.

That's actually a lie. I was attracted to one man. However, to avoid crossing into another category, I'm going to omit that part. I never told my parents about this one man though. So they were convinced I was a lesbian. Anyway…

Being a lesbian in high school is difficult, to say the least. I hoped that someone I knew might have come out of the closet during the summer. So far, I was disappointed. I can't really blame anyone though, as coming out is scary!

I didn't come out of the closet willingly. I had a friend that I fooled around with, once, that spring. It was amazing and I thought I actually had a girlfriend. We thought we were in love and almost ended up running away from home to elope. Her parents, however, weren’t supportive like mine were. One day, she stopped talking to me and told the entire school I was a lesbian. I felt devastated and betrayed by her. Trying to ease the pain, I thought, 'Well, at least I’m out, right?'

Wrong!

School changed a lot for me after this. My female friends stopped talking to me, and so did most of my male friends. The other ones stuck around only because they watched too much porn, and hoped that being friends with me would lead to a threesome. Or at least some girl-on-girl action they could enjoy in person.

And so I became an outcast. Life at school became lonely. The term slowly went by, and I desperately hoped that someone else would come out, or at least my orientation wouldn't be such a big deal. My brother became my BFF, and thank god for that because if I didn't have him, I almost certainly would have fallen into a spiral of depression.

Well, enough sobby backstory. Let's get back on track.

On the first day of school, I walked into the building and sauntered to my locker, hoping things had changed over the summer. It almost felt like dipping a toe into the water of a pool to see how cold it was. Everything seemed fine at first, that is, till I heard someone yell “Hey, slut!”

Of course, stupid me actually turned around to see who shouted it. I saw some of my old friends in a group of others. They were making the pussy licking gesture with their tongue sticking between their fingers, staring right at me.

Apparently, over the summer I somehow became a slut. That didn't even make sense! Out of all the girls at school, I was probably the one receiving the least amount of sexual attention. But they didn’t care. To them, I was a slut. Ugh. People are so stupid sometimes.

Rolling my eyes, I ignored them and headed straight to my homeroom. A feeling of disappointment welled up inside me. A vivid feeling of dread replaced my former excitement. This year was going to be the same as all the others. I was a slut now at least though…

I entered my homeroom and grabbed a seat near the window. I was a daydreamer, so it was the perfect place for me. It was a place where I could just stare off in wonder. I was feeling a bit down until he walked in. My new homeroom teacher. The man that made me question everything I thought I knew about myself.

**Mr.Taylor**

My wife, Alice and I just moved here from the west coast. Her job had transferred her to open up a new department for their company. It was unexpected, and the excitement of starting a new life in a new city was a little daunting. Not as daunting as starting the first day at a new school though.

I walked into my new classroom a little more nervous than expected. First impressions with students last forever, so I had to be sure not to mess up. I wrote my name on the chalkboard and prayed that nobody in the class knew who The A-Team were.

“Good morning, class, my name is Mr. Taylor,” I said as I turned to the class.

“Good morning, Mr. Taylor,” replied the class, sounding very unenthusiastic.

So far, so good.

“Before we start, I want to mention that the school has created a new teacher’s assistant program. They are trying to get more of you interested in the idea of becoming teachers eventually. Would any of you like to participate?”

A few people quickly raised their hands, some of the girls seeming more enthusiastic than others. They were very pretty, but I knew that picking a pretty teenage girl would be trouble. A couple of guys raised their hands while snickering amongst themselves, almost as if this was some kind of joke.

“Pick me, Mr. Taylor,” shouted a girl sitting near the window.

She looked like she was in slow motion sitting there waving her hand in the air. Her full breasts bounced inside her white tank top, while her long, flowing, brown hair danced across the soft skin of her bare shoulders. She was beautiful, and most certainly trouble for me.

“Don't pick the lesbian!” one of the girls shouted.

Lesbian? Maybe this could work, then.

“I pity the fool that has to work with Lindsay, Mr.T!” one of the boys shouted from the back.

And there was the reference… another year of that, now…

I thought about how a hot, eager lesbian might be the best pick ever. She wouldn't try to hit on me and I wouldn't be as tempted. It made sense.

“Lindsay, is it?” I asked looking at her.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor,” she replied sounding very positive despite the rude comments of her peers.

“If you are volunteering, then I would love to have you as my assistant!”

Lindsay smiled and blushed as she nodded eagerly.

It was not exactly the reaction I was expecting from a lesbian but I wasn't about to change my mind now.

**Lindsay**

I don't know what came over me. Spending extra time at school, doing whatever a teacher's assistant does, sounded like such a waste of time. Something inside me was pulling me to Mr. Taylor though. His chiseled jaw and his flowing brown hair had me melting. I couldn't help but stare at his pecs that were popping out of his fitted white button-up shirt.

I started getting wet and sensitive. My damp panties rubbing against my clit every time I shifted my butt was driving me wild! A sensation that I'm familiar with, but I had never felt like this because of a man before.

Well… except for the one guy I mentioned earlier.

I was so confused but I wasn't complaining.

Class ended and I had a free period, so I decided to stay behind and inquire about my new responsibilities.

“Hey, Mr. Taylor. So what am I going to be doing exactly?” I asked curiously as I approached his desk.

“Lindsay, thanks for sticking around. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure yet. Probably helping me with grading papers and making lesson plans. We will figure it out though. I'm sure there are plenty of things that you can help me with,” said Mr. Taylor, sounding slightly suggestive.

It almost felt like he was flirting with me. Or maybe I just wanted him to be flirting with me.

“I'm sure there are,” I replied smiling back at him. The comment sounded innocent at the time, but maybe I was unintentionally flirting with him too.

Mr. Taylor smirked. He is thinking something dirty, I bet.

“So, are you really a lesbian?” Mr. Taylor asked.

“Uh, ya,” I said, shocked by the question. “I mean, I think so.”

Oh my god!!! Why did I say “I think so? I mean… I am but… this feeling… I don't know…

**Mr. Taylor**

She thinks so? Did I make a mistake? This could be dangerous.

“You think so?” I asked confused.

“I mean yea, I am,” Lindsay replied sounding more confident. “It's just, it's not something I talk about a lot.”

Phew…

“You don't need to be shy with me. I think it's pretty cool, actually. Takes a lot of courage to come out at your age.”

Lindsay looked up at me with a growing smile. She was clearly relieved by my comment.

Nailed it!

“Thanks, Mr. Taylor, that means a lot to me. I think I'm going to like working with you,” she said bubbling before prancing out of the classroom.

I couldn't help but stare at her ass wrapped in those skin-tight leggings that all the girls seem to wear nowadays. It was quite the view that made my cock twitch.

God, I would love to bury my face in that… ugh no! She is sixteen, she is sixteen, she is sixteen! And I'm her teacher… I need a cold shower.

The rest of the day went pretty well. Aside from the few odd troublemakers, my students seemed to be a good bunch. It was far better than my last school, for sure. Now that was challenging, to say the least!.

I went home and started getting dinner ready since I finished work before Alice. She had become different since we moved here. I suppose work was stressing her out. To say she was distant would be an understatement.

Everything became so routine and stale. I could count on one hand the number of times we'd had sex this past summer. I always tried to be supportive, but I was starting to lose hope.

“Honey? I'm home!” Alice shouted as she walked in the door.

**Mrs. Taylor**

What a long day… something smells good though.

“I'm in the kitchen,” Keith shouted back.

I headed to the living room and flopped on the couch. I didn't even have the energy to go say hi to Keith. This new job was killing me. Everything that could be going wrong was going wrong. I was barely handling it but it was taking its toll on me and our marriage.

Keith just didn't seem to understand what I was going through. I felt bad that I wasn't able to give him the attention that he wants, but lately, he just seemed way too needy.

Even sex was a struggle for me. The little sex that Keith and I did have just seemed so… stale. I preferred to just hide in the bathroom with my favorite vibrator, but even that had been a challenge. My mind was so cluttered with work, that I couldn't even clear it long enough to make myself cum. It's like trying to bake a cake without turning the oven on. It just doesn't work.

“Dinner is ready!” Keith shouted.

“Okay, coming!” I replied.

I walked into the dining room to see a beautifully set table with a lasagna sitting in the middle. Keith wasn't the most proficient cook in the world. He had only a few things that he knows how to make well. I used to do all the cooking but lately, I just haven't had the time. If I had to make dinner, I would usually just order a pizza or sushi.

Though I appreciated that Keith took the effort had put in, I still had work that needed to be done, so I bought my laptop to the table.

“So how was your day?” Keith asked.

“Long,” I replied trying to avoid the question.

**Mr. Taylor**

Alice was here, but still absent once again. I tried talking to her, but she was so focused on her stupid computer. She probably didn't even hear half the things I said to her. I tried telling her about my day and about Lindsay, but the only response I got was,” That's nice.”

She disappeared in the bathroom for another one of her two-hour showers. I started suspecting that she might be having an affair, but I tried my hardest not to think about it. I turned on the TV and spent the rest of the night by myself.

Over the next month, things at work improved while things at home only got worse. Alice and I barely talked anymore, but I wasn't going to let that get me down. I shifted my focus to other matters.

Lindsay and I got very close. We were even on a first-name basis, which was unusual for a teacher and a student. It felt natural with us though. She was only sixteen, but she was very mature for her age. We spent more time talking than actually working on what we should be. She was a new light in my life that carried me through the day.

Alice started working later and later, so Lindsay and I would spend more time together after school. I had to fight the fact that I was incredibly attracted to Lindsay, and not just her physical appearance either. Everything about her made me fawn over her.

I think I hid it pretty well though… At least until the one day when I slipped.

Lindsay and I were working late after class. Lindsay was wearing a tight, cropped grey t-shirt, and a red pleated skirt that was far shorter than school rules would permit. She got away with it somehow though. Every time she bent over, it would lift up exposing the bottom of her tight ass, and a thin layer of purple fabric clinging to her mound.

I didn't even know what I was thinking--if I was thinking at all. It was more like instinct as my body reacted on its own to the hot teenage girl before me. My hand had somehow made its way under Lindsay's skirt, and rested on an ass that could only be described as perfect.

I didn't even realize what I was doing until Lindsay looked back at me and smiled before continuing to rummage through the desk drawer.

Was that her way of telling me that she doesn't mind?

**Lindsay**

Omg, omg, omg!

Inside, I was screaming!

I thought I maintained my composure very well. I wasn’t angry though. I was bursting with excitement! Mr. Taylor's hand was on my butt and it was sending hot chills through my body.

I know that 'hot chills' sounds contradictory but it's really the most accurate description. It's hard to explain.

I knew he liked me but I never expected him to actually make a move. I had to look back just to make sure it was actually his hand on my ass and not just my imagination running wild. I was very happy when I saw it was Mr.Taylor. I didn't object and just continued what I was doing.

Hopefully, he gets the hint… men are so oblivious sometimes.

Mr. Taylor's hand started gently kneading my ass, his hand sliding ever closer to the damp spot on my thong. I could feel the heat on my thighs and it radiated from my sex. I was so turned on and I wanted more but I couldn't help thinking, what the fuck am I doing?

Time froze, my heart stopped, I held my breath, and then I gasped a sigh of relief. I wasn't relieved for the reasons you might think though. I was relieved because, in this moment of lust, I found clarity. I wanted him to touch me more. A guy, a man. I craved his touch and I knew exactly why.

Maybe I'm not gay after all.

***Mr. Taylor**

I had never felt something so soft before. If you had to describe innocence as something tactile, this would be it. My hot student, this sexy teenage lesbian, was inviting me with her body, but it didn't feel right. Not because it was inappropriate, but because this innocence deserved something more special than being groped in a classroom at four in the afternoon.

That, and if we got caught… well… that wouldn't be so fun.

With all the strength I had, I removed my hand from under her skirt. She looked back at me seemingly disappointed, but I hoped she would understand. I brought my hands to her waist and pulled her up so she was standing in front of me.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” I asked as I stared deep into her big green eyes.

“I… uhh…” she stammered nervously blushing.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked,” I replied feeling stupid.

“No!... I mean, yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes… to dinner,” Lindsay said.

“Oh, perfect,” I replied realizing that I really hadn't thought this through.

Now I had to figure out where to take her. It would probably be a little awkward if we went to a restaurant, plus it was possible someone might see us. Almost as if fate was on my side, just then Alice sent me a text message.

I'm going to be home pretty late tonight. Don't wait up, she wrote.

Lindsay was on the phone with her parents so I decided to take the time to respond. I was happy my wife was going to be late, but I was also curious about why.

What time do you think you will be home? I replied.

I don't know. Possibly after midnight.

Why after midnight? What work could you possibly have to do?

We had some issues that need to be sorted out. I can't get into this right now. I will see you when I get home.

Okay fine, I replied shoving the phone in my pocket.

What was the point of arguing? Besides, now I was free to bring Lindsay home and cook for her.

**Mrs. Taylor**

I always felt bad lying to Keith, but it was easier than the alternative. The truth was, I didn't actually have to work late. I was going to go out with Mark from work. He is one of the executives and hot as hell.

It started out friendly, but last week I ended up at his place and some things happened. I didn't plan on it, and I told him it wouldn't happen again. We agreed to be friends and nothing more. So tonight was just going to be dinner and drinks. It just felt nice to let loose and relieve myself of some of this stress.

The night started off friendly enough. We went to one of the best restaurants in town, but then he took me to this shady club. It was really not my type of place. We started making out in a booth at the back of the club. His hand was up my skirt making me feel all sorts of ways that a friend shouldn't be making me feel.

And then he asked me to follow him to the men's room. That's when it ended for me. I was clearly just a quick fuck and I didn't want any part of it.

At this moment I also started thinking about Keith. I felt horrible about what I was doing, and I didn't want to do it anymore. I decided to look for my panties and head home.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find my panties…

Oh well…

**Lindsay**

Dinner was… meh, but the company was fantastic. Mr. Taylor always knew how to make me laugh, and it really helped cut the tension. I was so nervous and excited all at the same time. Mr. Taylor's touch still lingered on my skin and I wanted more. I was planning on more as well; so, before dinner, I went to the bathroom and peeled off my damp panties. I figured it would be a nice surprise.

Mr. Taylor and I sat on the couch and watched a cheesy romantic comedy. He seemed nervous though. It felt like he was on the other side of the couch. I decided to make the first move and slid beside him and threw my legs up on his lap.

I guess this was all the encouragement he needed as he wrapped his arm around me and placed his other hand on my thigh. His hand was still at first, but then he slowly started stroking my skin. Those hot-cold chills swept over my body again.

I let out a soft moan as if approving of what he was doing. Well… that, and it felt really fucking nice. His hands slid higher and higher up my thigh with each stroke. My hands started shaking in anticipation. Finally, I gasped as his fingers grazed my bare pussy.

“Did you take off your panties?” Mr. Taylor asked me.

“Mhm,” I replied with an innocent nod.

I guess he didn't need any more hints as he leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues danced together while his fingers started exploring the excitement hiding under my skirt. He ran his finger up and down my slit, coating it with my juices. He then started tracing circles around my clit. I gripped his shirt and softly moaned into his mouth.

He broke our kiss as his finger started entering me and asked, “Have you ever been with a man before?”

I shook my head.

“I thought you are a lesbian?” he asked again.

“Maybe I'm not,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

My mouth opened and I took a deep breath as his finger sank into me.

“So you're a virgin?” he asked.

I really just wanted him to shut up and keep doing what he was doing. But I guess he was just as nervous as I was, so I decided to reassure him.

“Yes, but my dildo is my best friend, so don't worry about hurting me, okay?”

**Mr. Taylor**

The thought of sex had not even crossed my mind until now. Well… that's a lie. The thought of actually having sex that night had not even crossed my mind… okay, that's a lie too. I just didn't think it was a possibility. After she said that, however, all bets were off.

Her soft pussy felt tight for my finger, so the thought of having my cock inside her was driving me wild. I didn't want to do this on the couch, so I led Lindsay upstairs to the bedroom. As soon as we got into the room she peeled off her shirt and jumped on me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me with her legs locked tight around me. My cock was throbbing as I held her up, one hand firmly on her ass while I unclasped her purple bra with the other.

I walked us over to the bed and laid Lindsay down on her back. Her legs refused to let go of me, but she released my neck so I could remove her bra. I couldn't believe how developed she was for her age. I knew she had larger than average tits compared to most of the girls in school, but I figured some of that was thanks to a little help from Victoria's Secret. Oh, how pleasantly wrong I was.

I leaned down and took one of her cute pink nipples into my mouth. I sucked on it while my hand gently massaged the other. She whimpered as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her pelvis started grinding on the bulge in my pants and I so desperately needed to set it free. I reached down for my pants and started undoing my belt. Her hands quickly reached down to help and soon my pants fell to the floor.

Lindsay's legs wrapped tighter around me as her wet mound rubbed into my hard cock. This girl was driving me wild and I couldn't wait anymore. I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I started rubbing the head against her opening. It didn't take long for it to be coated enough to start slipping inside of her.

“Just go slow,” she moaned to me softly, a trusting look in her eye that I couldn't take advantage of.

I nodded and leaned down to kiss her. I felt her breathing change as the head of my cock started pushing into her. She felt so tight and delicate that I was afraid of hurting her. I pulled out and then pushed in again a little deeper, slowly working my girth inside her.

**Lindsay**

I couldn't believe I was having sex. I had never actually thought about having sex with a man before so it felt surreal. His cock was bigger than my dildo and he was stretching me open. It didn't hurt but it felt a little uncomfortable at first, but it got a little easier with each thrust.

I felt so full when he finally sank his cock completely inside of me. It felt like we were two pieces of a puzzle that just fit together and were now complete. Mr. Taylor held himself inside of me, allowing me to get used to his size before he started thrusting. Every movement felt more and more amazing. He kissed me again as he gradually started penetrating my virgin pussy with more rhythm.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, ripping it off him as fast as I could. I needed to feel his warm skin while he fucked me. I threw his shirt to the floor and gripped at his back with my fingers. The feeling was incredible. I felt an energy inside me start to build.

I started moaning uncontrollably, which is something I had never done before. I just couldn't help it. Each exhale of ecstasy brought me closer and closer to an inevitable climax.

I was putty for him, and he was molding me into a woman.

**Mrs. Taylor**

I pulled into the driveway still contemplating the night’s events. I felt guilty about the things I did and just wanted to make things right with Keith. I headed inside the house trying to figure out what I should do or say if anything at all.

Entering the house, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like moaning. I figured Keith must have been watching porn, so I figured this could be a nice surprise. I took a quick peek in the mirror and fixed up my hair before heading upstairs. I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it to the floor. I was still wound up from earlier so I was really looking forward to some fun with my husband.

I unzipped my skirt and slid it down, quickly remembering that I couldn't find my panties at the club. I approached the door to the bedroom and was about to unclasp my white bra, but then I paused. I was in shock as I noticed a purple bra on the ground that clearly wasn't mine.

I slowly and quietly peered around the doorway and my stomach sank. I saw Keith, balls deep in some girl on our bed. I felt enraged and was about to burst into the room, but I stopped. My rage was replaced with guilt as I realized I had been doing the same thing.

Is this my fault? Did I cause this?

Millions of questions started racing through my mind. I watched them silently, trying to figure out what I should do.

Just then, they rolled over and I gasped. The girl that was riding my husband's cock was just a teenager.

Is that one of his students? No… he would never… would he?

I couldn't comprehend what I was witnessing. I was overcome with jealousy but I was also getting excited. I couldn't help but stare at this beautiful teenager that was bouncing up and down on my husband's cock. Her body was amazing and I was mesmerized by it. So much so, that I didn't even notice that my hand was rubbing my own clit.

She threw her head back as she started to orgasm on his cock. A feeling that was supposed to be for me. I leaned my back against the wall out of view when I started hearing Keith's distinctive grunting.

I was so confused and turned on that I started to panic. I wanted to keep watching, but I had to get out of there. I quickly grabbed my clothes and put them on in a sloppy manner and headed back to my car.

I drove down the street and parked in the alley behind the plaza. I leaned my seat back and resumed pleasuring myself. I needed to cum so bad and it wasn’t long before I did.

I sat there panting, wondering how long I would have to wait. I started regretting not just bursting in, but that would have had serious consequences.

Catching my breath, I decided to send Keith a text.

Hey honey, I'll be home in about an hour

Okay, he replied a few minutes later.

I parked down the street from the house and waited. An Uber showed up and the girl left.

I headed home and decided not to mention anything. I wanted to know if this was a one-time thing, or if he was going to continue seeing her.

A few weeks went by and I decided to have a couple 'late nights at the office.' By that, I meant I would tell Keith I would be home late and then hide near the house to see what would happen.

The first night, there was nothing. This gave me a feeling of relief. The second night, however, she was back again. I bought a little security camera and hid it in our bedroom. Sure enough, he was in there fucking her again. I expected to be angry again, but instead I was just turned on. I started masturbating again as I watched them.

The next week, she was back again and I watched the camera again from my cell phone; however, there was something in the way of the camera. I needed to see what was going on so I decided to just sneak into the house. I watched them again from the doorway, unable to take my eyes off the girl as her perky tits bounced around. I looked down at my own breasts and started feeling insecure. I couldn't compete with that.

A new wave of feelings overcame me, and finally, enough was enough.

I opened the door and entered the room. They obviously didn't hear me as they continued fucking, so I cleared my throat.

“Ahem! Am I interrupting something?” I asked sternly.

“Oh shit!” Keith shouted.

The girl that was riding my husband quickly reached for a pillow to cover herself with. She looked so embarrassed but still had my husband's cock deep inside her.

“Uh, would you mind getting off that cock, please? That's mine,” I said.

She nodded and started looking around the room for her clothes. I picked her tank top and skirt off the floor and handed them to her.

“Thank you,” she said timidly while unsuccessfully trying to hide behind the pillow while she put her top back on.

Keith was silent. He didn't try to make an excuse or talk his way out of it. I could tell he knew he fucked up by the look on his face. He was probably feeling the same guilt I was, so I could empathize.

“So who is she?” I asked.

“Her name is Lindsay,” Keith said.

“She is one of your students, isn't she?”

Keith simply nodded.

“The lesbian?” I asked confused.

Keith nodded again.

“So not actually a lesbian, then?”

They both stayed silent.

“You know how much trouble you could get into?” I said trying to sound angry, yet instead, it came out concerned.

Keith just hung his head.

I didn't really have much to say after that. I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know what I was feeling.

“Lindsay, it's nice to meet you. Why don't you get up and I'll drive you home?” I said in a compassionate tone. I didn't want to freak the poor girl out any more than she probably already was.

“No, I can take her home,” said Keith as he started looking for his clothes as well.

“No, you can stay here. I think you two have had enough one-on-one time. Come on, Lindsay, get dressed and let's go.”

Lindsay nodded and stood up still holding the pillow. She looked around trying to figure out a way to keep herself covered so she could put on her skirt. Eventually, she gave up and placed the pillow back down on the bed and reached for her skirt. I gazed at her smooth pussy, feeling slightly aroused. Looking down a little further, I saw a stream of cum dripping down her leg.

Keith must have finished inside her when I walked in on them. I headed to the bathroom and grabbed some tissues. I returned, knelt down, and wiped the cum off her leg. Her bare sex was just inches from my face, giving off the most intoxicating aroma.

“Thank you,” Lindsay said sounding calmer than before. She slipped on her skirt and started fumbling with the zipper, so I decided to help her.

I'm not sure why I was being so nice to her but I couldn't help it. There was something about her that just made me care.

I scanned the room and grabbed her bra and panties. I held onto them and grabbed her hand leading her downstairs. She grabbed her backpack and we got in the car.

**Lindsay**

I followed Mrs. Taylor to her car. The cool breeze flowed up under my skirt and over my moist skin. The sensation gave me chills, but not as bad as the chills of the current situation. I had no idea what to expect or how much trouble I was in. I didn't understand why she wanted to drive me home. All I could think was, is she going to tell my parents?

Though I felt guilty about what I had done, mostly I was disappointed. Mr. Taylor made me feel so amazing, and now it was all fading away. Just like all of my favorite black t-shirts. Except instead of t-shirts, it was my sex life.

Despite all my emotions, I still found it odd that Mrs. Taylor was holding my underwear in her hands. I was more than capable of carrying them myself.

We entered the car and Mrs. Taylor let out a large sigh before resting her head on the steering wheel.

“Are you okay?” I asked trying to be supportive, also slightly concerned that this emotionally unstable woman might not be okay to drive in her current state.

“Yeah, I'll be okay,” she replied as she took a deep breath to recompose herself.

She started the car and we pulled out of the driveway. The car was so silent that I could clearly hear her erratic breathing. It almost felt as if I could connect to how she was reacting.

“Do you think I'm pretty?” Mrs. Taylor asked out of nowhere.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

“You are so pretty, Mrs. Taylor! Like super pretty,” I said enthusiastically.

“Please, just call me Alice,” she said as she glanced over at me. “Do you still call Keith, Mr. Taylor?”

This feels like a trap.

“Uhh… usually,” I replied, nervous that I was giving the wrong answer.

With situations like this, I find the truth is always easier, but at the same time, probably the worst thing I could say.

“Interesting,” Alice replied.

I was trying to interpret what that meant but I just couldn't tell.

“You are really sweet and beautiful,” she said to me sincerely. “I can see why he likes you.”

I could feel myself blushing hard. I get a lot of compliments from horny boys but never one with such sincerity. She made me feel truly and unconditionally appreciated at that moment.

I bet most men wouldn't understand that... but guys suck at it.

She pulled off into a municipal parking lot. Normally I would have probably been freaking out, but I trusted her for some reason. Perhaps it was the endearing look she was giving me. Maybe it was her eyes that just seemed to ooze passion. The eyes are the window to the soul. No matter how hard someone tries to put on a facade, their eyes always reveal the truth.

That probably sounds really cliche and corny, but that’s what I felt at the time

Alice parked the car, finally realizing that she was still clenching my underwear in her hand. She passed them back to me and I tucked them into my bag. The car started to feel very warm, but not in an unpleasant way.

“Please, I need you to tell me everything,” said Alice sounding slightly desperate.

I was worried about getting Mr. Taylor in more trouble but… again… the truth is always easier. I told her everything expecting her to be upset, but she really just looked guilty. Like she was the bad one in this scenario.

Finally, she opened up to me and I found out why. She told me about their marriage issues and her brief affair with the guy from work. She even told me about pleasuring herself while she watched her husband and I have sex.

I wasn't prepared for that, but it excited me. I couldn't help but think about her wet pussy and what it tasted like. I felt hot and bothered and once again, confused.

**Mrs. Taylor**

I felt so relieved to finally let out all of my emotional distress. It felt like a weight had been lifted off me, and I was now free to embrace my other feelings. Like my feelings towards this girl nervously shifting her legs in my passenger seat. I knew that she was turned on, and that turned me on. Having such a visual effect on another person was euphoric. For some reason, even more so because that other person was a girl.

Unlike most girls, I never experimented with the same sex. I had never even considered it until that moment. I was so drawn to her that I couldn't resist.

I leaned towards her and placed my hand on her cheek. I turned her gaze to me and pressed my lips to hers. They were so soft and supple! It felt more sensual than anything I had felt before. Lindsay seemed shocked at first, but her eyes closed as she returned the kiss. My tongue slipped into her mouth, gently brushed against hers. Our kiss felt like it lasted forever. It felt like kissing for the first time all over again. It was new and different, and amazing, and insightful.

I wanted to keep going but I needed to be the adult here. I didn't want to take advantage of this girl in her fragile state. I broke our kiss and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips still puckered as if the moment had not yet ended for her.

Fuck it.

All my rational thought went out the window and I grabbed her face, kissing her again, even more passionately than before. Her hands gripped at my shirt and pulled me closer. I reached down to the side of her seat and lowered the backrest as I climbed on top of her.

I started kissing down her neck as I pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder. My lips continued down her collarbone and across her chest while I pulled down her tank top even further, exposing her supple breasts.

It was an odd feeling since I had no experience with this, even though I was the adult. I had an extremely strong desire to please this girl and I didn't want to mess it up. I decided just to do all the things that I like to her. I pressed my lips around her breast, giving soft little kisses around her hard nipple, teasing as much I could.

I let out a warm breath before finally flicking her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body slightly tremble. I swirled my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth. I lifted my head and gazed at her small pink nipple before softly blowing on it. I felt as her whole body shivered under me.

Looks like I'm pretty good as this.

I continued the same process as her body squirmed under me.

I had no idea who I was anymore, but I was loving every second.

Lindsay's hand found its way into my pants. I shivered as she slipped into my panties and started massaging my mound. Her hands felt small and sensual. Like they were made specifically for giving a woman that big O. I had to return the pleasure and moved my hand between her legs. Her pussy was already so wet that my fingers traced effortlessly between her labia.

Her mouth opened as she let out a moan. I moved back up to her face and kissed her as we buried our fingers inside each other. Lindsay's body quivered as my fingers impaled her. She buried her face into my chest as her body finally let go.

“Oh my god, yes!” she screamed into my tits.

**Lindsay**

Fuck that was amazing!

I came so hard that my entire body was weak. It was as if every single muscle in me was satisfied, and just went on vacation. I kept my fingers working inside her but I knew that this uncomfortable position wasn't going to get the job done.

I grabbed her arms trying to push her into the more spacious back seat. I wasn't strong enough but she got the hint as she started to awkwardly crawl into the back. She slipped and fell over onto her back with her legs in the air. It's wasn't on purpose but it was perfect. I pushed her skirt up and hooked my fingers in her panties before slipping them off.

I had to make her experience what she just did to me. I crawled between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She didn't need any more warming up, she just needed my tongue’s attention. I spread her lips apart and went straight to work, circling her clit with my tongue. Her dark landing strip tickled my nose as I ate her out.

She tasted so amazing, kinda like cherries that were not quite ripe yet. Her moans and body told me everything I needed to know. Her hand gripped my hair as her pelvis started grinding into my mouth. I knew she was close and just needed a bit more to pass the tipping point. I slid two fingers inside her while I continued on her love button.

Her legs started shaking as she took a deep breath and held it.

“Fuckkk!” she screamed as her orgasm surged. I rubbed her vigorously with my fingers as I tried to make her climax linger as long as possible.

Alice finally went limp as I crawled on top of her and rested my head on her chest. She ran her fingers through my hair, petting me, as we cuddled, both completely spent.

That moment felt like it lasted forever until we were rudely interrupted by another car entering the parking lot. We just slid lower and waited for them to leave.

“You are amazing,” said Alice as she kissed my head.

I grinned and nuzzled deeper into her chest. Her touch felt so tender and caring. It felt safe, like nothing in the world could touch me as long as I didn't move.

The other car finally left and Alice and I started fixing ourselves up again. We didn't say much after that. We just enjoyed the ride as we held each other's hands the entire way back to my house.

I couldn't help but compare the experiences between Mr. Taylor and Alice. They were so different that I couldn't really figure it out. Mr. Taylor excited me, but I was beginning to think that it was more a feeling of lust. Maybe I was just rebelling against my own identity.

With Alice, it felt completely different. Like our souls were intertwined. It was the most comfortable and natural sex I have ever had. I started questioning things again.

Maybe Mr. Taylor was just an experience I needed. Maybe I really am a lesbian, because I can't imagine not having another experience like I just had with Alice. I'm so lost…

We arrived in front of my house and Alice leaned over to kiss me again. I reached over to her phone that was sitting in the cup holder and punched in my phone number.

I grabbed my bag and headed inside, unsure about everything.

Back at school, things changed. Mr. Taylor seemed distant and didn't have time to work with me, though I often caught him staring at me in class. I would shoot him a smile but he would quickly turn away.

I started to accept that chapter of my life was over, and a new one was just beginning.

Alice and I pretty much started dating. We would spend almost every evening together doing whatever. We would go shopping, or to the movies, or out to dinner, or even one time she brought me to see a musical. It was like having a BFF, the only difference being that we would usually end up fucking at a hotel or in her car. On occasion, she would even bring me to her house.

I asked her about Mr. Taylor and she told me things were fine. She said he knew about us spending time together and that he was fine with it. Judging by his attitude at school, I was skeptical

I tried to talk to him about it, but he would just tell me that he didn't have time. I was concerned.

One night, Alice and I were having a “sleepover” at her house. Keith was apparently having a guys' night and would be staying with his friend that lives in the city.

I loved falling asleep with Alice, so I was super excited.

**Mr. Taylor**

I sat at the bar feeling lifeless. I was trying to relax and have a good time but found it to be a struggle. I knew that Alice was at home with Lindsay. I wasn't even sure if I was jealous about Alice or Lindsay, yet. I couldn't really complain.

I fucked up and I knew it. At least Alice was fucking a girl and not some random guy from work. It didn't make everything alright, but it helped.

It somehow helped our sex life. Every night Alice would come home after seeing Lindsay, and we would end up in bed fucking like animals. It seemed like everything that happened actually restored the passion in our relationship.

I started thinking though, Why can't I have it all? Would they go for a threesome?

It seemed quite possible. I have sex with them both and they already have sex with each other. I didn't know if it would actually work, but I had a sudden urgent need to get out of this bar.

I said goodbye to my friends and headed home. I snuck into the house as quietly as possible so I could assess the situation.

I peeked into the living room and found that they were already going at it. Lindsay was lying naked on the couch with my wife's head between her legs. My stomach sank at the passion I was witnessing; alas, I was also extremely turned on.

Lindsay's moans echoed through the house. I couldn't see exactly what my wife was doing since the back of the couch was impeding my view, but I could imagine. Lindsay was massaging her tits and pinching her nipples, completely lost in the sensation of Alice's mouth.

I pulled out my cock and started stroking myself. I found myself focusing on what I could see of my wife's head as I stroked myself. I was enjoying it so much that I didn't notice Lindsay had spotted me.

“Mr. Taylor?”

**Mrs. Taylor**

I instantly looked up to see Keith standing there holding his cock. I was so pissed that he was interrupting our moment, yet I also felt guilty. I was still cheating on my husband and that wasn't right. I looked at Lindsay and considered how to react, but she strangely didn't seem phased at all. Finally, the answer became clear. At least, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

“Come here,” I said to Keith as I gestured to him with my finger.

He approached me with his cock still hanging out of his pants. I looked up at him as I reached out for it and began stroking him. The biggest, dumbest, grin ripped across his face when I saw the realization of what was about to happen click in his head.

I grinned back before taking his cock into my mouth. Lindsay lay there watching with a smile as I devoured my husband's manhood. She sat up beside me and reached between my legs and started rubbing my pussy.

When I removed my mouth from his cock, I raised my legs expecting him to fuck me. Instead, he positioned himself between Lindsay's legs. I felt extremely upset that he chose her over me as I watched his cock disappear inside her. I have never had a threesome before and tried to convince myself that I was just overthinking things.

Lindsay's hands now sloppily played with my pussy. Her rhythm was erratic because of that prick that was thrusting in and out of her.

I want to get fucked too! I wanted to scream.

I reached for Keith's arm and yanked him out of Lindsay. I directed him between my legs. He eagerly filled my wanting pussy and fucked me relentlessly. He knew exactly how I liked it. Lindsay kissed me and teased my nipples while my husband fucked me. I was so close to cumming.

“I'm almost there! Don't stop,” I screamed.

Almost as if jinxing it, I felt Keith start to empty himself inside of me. I couldn't help but feel disappointed and frustrated.

Keith sank to the floor looking spent. Lindsay noticed my frustrations and wasted no time diving between my legs. I watched her as she lapped at my husband's seed that was leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy. As if my orgasm was resurrected, I felt my body surge.

I clenched at Lindsay's hair as I arched my back. My body exploded with pleasure.

I panted, satisfied as I lay back on the couch; however, I needed more. I grabbed Lindsay's hand and led her up to the bedroom. Keith followed us upstairs and took a seat in the chair. He spectated as Lindsay and I fooled around for hours. He looked like a sad puppy that wanted to play with a ball. At least, until he was able to get hard again.

He fucked Lindsay and I again, lasting much longer this time around. It felt really good but Lindsay and I were already so spent that we were probably not as enthusiastic as we should have been.

That night, we all fell asleep together.

**Lindsay**

Last night felt weird. I mean, it was fun but something didn't feel quite right. There was a tension that was so apparent you could cut it with a knife. I woke up lying on Mr. Taylor's chest with Alice spooning me from behind. It felt nice and I was curious about what was going to happen now.

I went home for the rest of the weekend and wondered what I had gotten myself into. It was wonderful but weird. I felt like a divide in a happy marriage.

When I got to school the following Monday I was surprised to see that Mr. Taylor wasn't there. At first, I just thought maybe he was sick or something. But then a few days went by, and then a few weeks. I tried calling and texting both of them but never got a reply.

I eventually came to terms with the fact that I was never going to see them again. I was worried that I was responsible for ruining everything. I was angry at myself for a while as I processed this, until one day when I got a package in the mail.

I opened it to see a box of chocolates and a letter. It was from Keith and Alice.

Dear wonderful Lindsay,

We are so sorry we just disappeared on you. You didn't deserve that. We needed to fix our marriage and decided to move back to the West Coast. Please don't think you did anything wrong. In fact, you did just the opposite. Every single wonderful moment with you brought us closer together than we have ever been before. You ignited a new spark inside both of us that we had lost. You made us realize how important we are to each other. And so we want to thank you. You saved our marriage and made us happier than we ever thought possible.

Sincerely and with love,

Keith and Alice

XoXo

The End

Oh, and yeah. I realized I'm just bi… I didn't know that was an option at first...so… yeah.

The End… again.