Just this one time [girlxgirl]

Peyton

          So.. that's me Peyton Eathal. The most desired and courageous girl in school. I cuss teachers out when they cross me, make risky dares and fulfilled all women pleading cry's for help with their drying up vaginas. Yep.. that's me. Some people tell you college is about fun and going out just to try new things to make rocky memories but what they don't tell you is that a test or homework and everything else is what makes your fun happen. You can't fail college and expect to still party on campus do you? I mean you cannot really be that dumb to think you could party on campus like it's a club. Kids die at the club not on campus, so if you're willing to waste it drinking and smoking half of the time then who am I too stop your inconsiderate, selfish dumb ways. I came to collage to make a better life for myself. Yes.. I have sex & yes i might be fucking good at it but that's besides the point. The point is I study, I make A's, I party and if I get drunk and pass out on a sidewalk by someone's car then guess what I'm not going to get suspended. Why? Because I'm fucking smart putting my values over my life first. Now school doesn't make up your life it just helps you get there with more information to beat off of. Some people say you don't need college but they need to shut the fuck up. Everyone isn't going to be a professional hacker or a damn singer or rapper. I mean I can't sing for shit and even if I could I don't think I want to sing for the rest of life getting chased down by paparazzi because they want the latest news on my famous life. Some people think you don't need college to become successful and I wholeheartedly agree with them but the world is fucked up now. So.. even if you don't go to school you have to do something and I'm not talking about sitting on your ass all day, eating popcorn & watching movies until you fall asleep. So.. this is my junior year in collage. I'm a straight A student that majors in business. One day I want to own something I really want, that I won't have to fight for when a sell breaks through and everyone is ransacking the shelf's because it's half off. I want to be the person that makes the product that people ransack off the shelf. For me? To do that I have to drive myself everyday on top of my game no matter what. Besides being a school nerd I am a true lesbian. Now.. boys still try to drive me to the other side as if I wasn't already on it to begin with. I've tried the Straight dating-scene and it didn't go too to well. I'm not very picky in bed I just want to orgasm until my feet curl with a back blow out. Some men can really do that but.. I'm going to get tired of being around him even if he does give me what I want. Why? Because I'm not the submissive type all the time. I want domination for myself to someone else. I mean truly how many men do you know who are willing to bend over backwards to get a spanking on their ass. I don't know too many of them but that's not the point why I'm a lesbian. I love women, I love the taste of women, their shivers & squirms when their fighting the unbearable ecstasy that wants to break free through the body like a shell that's never been broken before. I feel that all women have sexual awakenings day and night swimming in their deepest thoughts. Most women today have never orgasmed putting their selfs on the It's okay as long as I release then I'm just peachy. Sex isn't about release it's about making your partner feel things she's never felt before. Keeping the spark in a fire that will continuously burn even if you put your own out. Determination is always the key to everything without it how will everything or anything be done? I don't see what's the deal with teens and young adults these days. All I ever hear about is how their summers consist of chicks in the bed and drunken days they don't even contently remember. You can brag about how many chicks you've had in your bed or you can keep the ones you fucked in your head because even I know sometimes your ego stretches a bit too far. Men are fine, their normal, great, okay, their men. Women.. now that's where it becomes great, sexy and mysterious. Every woman has a different tunnel to her deepest and most proud sexual awakening but we all lead the same way. We can come over and over and over like it's no ones business. We can submit or we can dominate. We can seduce or even tempt. We are sexual demons with a little fire burning In our eyes ready to be put out. Theirs nothing wrong with keeping a secret as long as it's worth the wait. The halls of the school seemed more crowded today with familiar and unfamiliar faces. Girls drooled over guys. Guys drooled over girls. Professors fought their wanting attention to beat a student alive For being late and taking advantage of their job. While a student might push every button they had just to make their teachers life a living hell. Fresh-books as we call the freshmen here were lost finding their way struggling to find their class. Honestly I wanted to help but I had to get to class. If I was late to my first period class on the first day back to school then I might as well kiss my 4.0 GPA goodbye. Maybe another time I'll help a student in need but right now class and time was all that mattered to me. The smell of fresh lavender and window-cleaner stung my nose immediately as I walked into the almost empty class. Fortunately no one was here which was common for the juniors and seniors. I mean who am I kidding? Right being a junior and a senior was like a ticket to getting the fuck out of here even quicker. Most of the professors didn't give a fuck if one of the upper classmen students were late. Why? Because half of the student body here were fucking the professors anyways, secretly that is. We're grown and all but we all still have reputations and future careers to protect not too mention it's next to illegal to have a sexual relationship with one of your professors. Of course you won't get arrested for child endangerment or being a child molester but you would get questioned once your caught. Your teachers License might become revoked or even worse suspended or terminated to never work in a collage or school ever again. Normally for a lot of students in college they do thrive for that Hot professors sex deal proving to someone that maybe they can get a professor in bed with them. I've thought about it but still don't see what the deal is. At the end of the day just because someone's older than you & has a career thriving already doesn't mean they're any less of a person than you are. I think people confuse age for a wise and independent confession that you can just risk to put someone's job on the line because they have it and worked hard to get it. I heard that they hired a bunch of new professors because a bunch of the old ones got caught at the Wicked Black Party on 67th street across the road from my house. A bunch of them were drunk & high off their asses. Waiting on this professor was really starting to put a dent in my time, now where the hell was this teacher? Students gathered inside just in Time rushing in like never before as the bell rung. Striding in after them was I'm assuming was the teacher. Her black short pumps clicked against the well-waxed white marbled floors out in the hallway silencing down a few notches entering the dark wooden floored classroom. The classroom door closed shut only making her image more profound to everyone's eyes. Knowingly I knew she was a wild & full fantasy to any students eyes. It wouldn't even surprise me if other professors around fought over her attention or time for privacy alone with her. To claim her impeccable beauty to their own desire existence to have her. Not even giving myself time to breath before I actually reached her full cover—my eyes climbed up her flawless body reaching her youthful face. She seemed a bit young to be a professor but I could've been wrong about age or even as of right now questioning her profession. What did I care? I mean yes.. she was a beauty. Probably the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on in this school that wantonly worked here. Leaning against the broad dark-wooded desk she crosses her arms against her chest looking back at her students. Mostly intimidated by her sudden unpredictable start she smiles. Not just any welcoming smile but she smiles as if she was trying to tell us all something. Odd but not the bit least mysterious she speaks. "Good morning and hello today" She says. "Welcome to 108 professional art & literature writing. I see some very familiar faces from last year class being repeated while new faces stride to being strangers". Focusing on her posture while watching all of us in almost complete silence she continues on. "I'm professor Ford who this year hope that you all pass this class happily and willingly" She said. A few laughs broke out cracking a big smile across her face.
"How about we just introduce ourselves today then maybe next class we can get down to the real business" Walking closer to the podium in front of us she leans on it. "I'm Brittany Sam & I'm currently majoring in Health and Finances". Next to her the brunette explains her career until everyone went leaving just me last to explain my life of work and identity. Heart pounding loudly against my chest her eyes met mines for the first time—gulping at her sudden lock-to-eye stare I clear my throat. "I'm Peyton Eathal and I—
"Oh we know who you are Peyton" A blue eyed blonde said turning her head in front of me with a daring smile plastered across her face.
Crossing my arms I ask "What do you know?".
"Everything I need to know about the famous golden tongue" She preserves now looking at me with a face of red. I could've sworn steam was rising from within her presence as she stared at me with those amazing blue orbs. Ms. Ford broke our sudden eye contact asking "What does she mean by Golden tongue?". The girl chuckles "Well Ms. Ford Peyton Eathal here is a lesbian that makes any girl's or woman's dream come true in the bedroom". Flattered by the girl response I smile smirking slightly. Ms. Fords eyes met mines again with a face of red this time confused as if she was embarrassed or completely turned on by the idea she brushed aside. "Next time let's keep our secrets to ourselves, everyone's dismissed". Taking initiative of this very rare opportunity students rushed out leaving me and Ms. Ford behind to attend the class quietly. I guess you could say I was a bit curious to why she brushed it off as if it didn't bother her when it did. I wanted to find out which is why I stayed behind. Soon as the door shut clicking loudly with a lock she sits down in her desk pushing back her dark strands of silk hair.
"So what's the deal with my reputation?" I ask throwing my bag over my shoulder now in front of her desk. "I beg your pardon?" She ask.
"When one of your students brought up my reputation it seemed as if it kind of rubbed you the wrong way" I continue on. Cracking the most dashing smile I've ever seen fiddling with her pen she meets my eyes.
"It's very interesting" She said.
"A lesbian Reputation to one of your students is interesting?"—"I've never heard that before" I say. She smiles gracefully gorgeous highlighting all of her features "Look Peyton I can see you're one of my new students so let's just keep this conversation to a minimum of professional" She claims. I chuckle "I didn't know asking you about the way you reacted to my reputation was unprofessional" I said. Now shifting in her seat unsettling knowing I hit a nerve. Smile completely gone she rises from her chair "Look I have another class to teach in about 10 minutes and I'm sure you have another class to attend in about 10 minutes so what do you say let's drop this conversation that has gone too far and continue on our day as if it never happened" She spoke. Seems Ms. Ford was a little intimidated by me.. Or maybe just scared? But why did either of them occur? "Yeah sure if that's something your into" I snark back at her smartly hoping I hit another nerve. She doesn't answer or even look my way as I walked out of her classroom. What came over her? No what came over me! Why did I put myself in a unprofessional situation like that? I'm not even into older women.. well at least that's what I thought. Maybe I'm just thinking too much into it. I can't possibly think one of my professors could give me what I want. No one could not even the women at school. So why was she even the least intimidating to me as I was to her?
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