Confessions of a 'bad girl': my school mother!

She had been touching me suggestively since I've stepped into her room and it got me so inconvenient. I was still a virgin and avoided any close contact with guys, though I play a lot with them. The presence of my beautiful and protective school mother always wade off 'unserious boys' loitering around me. Her beauty was so intimidating that most boys in the school couldn't garner enough confidence to approach her, or so I thought. But seated awkwardly in her room while she gloat and pressed me all over was becoming unusual and uncomfortable.

Cythia made it like a point of duty to get me something every time and everyday and wouldn't let any moment pass by without appreciating my beauty or how cute my school uniform or underwear was. I felt so pampered and though I was in SS1 and my beauty was actually coming out like of a rising sun, my school mother never made me see the need to have a boyfriend like every other girl my age. We were not in a boarding school, so the times we saw were limited to school hours and she was two classes ahead of me. Then she invited me to her house which was not too far from the school, just about 15 minutes trek, mine was farther into town.

So when I decided to visit her on a Saturday while her parents and siblings were away for a function I was looking forward to a special treat and all the goodies; indeed I had more than enough. She welcomed me with a big hug and I ran into her arms, she held on to me longer than usual. Though she made it casual, she was looking into my eyes asking me how much I bought my bra and what the name of my common vanilla powder was. I stood still and answered her trying to look beyond her into the large, well-furnished sitting room. She realised my discomfort and let me be. But not for long.

She would touch my cheek at the slightest gist, hitting my behind serially as I stood to check her family pictures hung on the wall. She stood by me with her arm around my waist, pulling on the band of my skirt playfully.

"Baby, you now have a big bum bum o" she said as she touched and turned my backside like she'd never seen it before.

I wanted to avoid the embarrassing situation and save the situation so I sat on the 3-seater and try to look relaxed. Her intent wasn't new to me, I had seen several porn videos while growing up in the East so I should be able to tell a lesbian when I see one. She came and sat by me touching the fabrics of my skirt thereby rubbing my laps knowingly.  Her touches felt like thorns on my skin and I hated the feeling, she must have misinterpreted my reluctance for consent as she made to put her hand under my skirt and in between my legs. I jumped up abruptly and dashed for the door. She rushed after me, whispering her apology but i wasn't going to wait and fall into this dirty act. I was scared out of my wit.

The following Monday while in school I tried as much as possible to avoid her, I sneaked out of class before break time and got back to class late afterwards. Eventually on Tuesday she closed in on me at the quadrangle leading to my class and dragged me to one end of the school with dilapidated and abandoned classrooms. There she threatened to kill me if I ever tell anyone what happened between us and I believed her. This is the first time I'm sharing this with anyone, I hope and pray she doesn't show up in my dream tonight.

Her trouble would not last for long as she graduated few weeks after the ugly incident. Although I still live with the fear of the fact that I almost went bend, I eventually went bad!