Mom wasn't home that day, and Kelly was a bit surprised that the air hadn't turned blue from her blistering curses.
Even Dan Waxer had been taken aback by her vehemence that day.
She told him she knew what he was up to, and that the next time he tried anything, she would take her complaint to her mother.
She had kept her mouth shut about his annoying, distasteful attentions only to spare her frail, naive mother from the truth.
That had cooled him out – for a while.
He had been satisfied with spying on her, trying to peep at her when she was in a stage of partial undress, or nudity.
It preyed on her nerves, a constant strain. Kelly liked to dress naturally. Her breasts were pert, high, firm, and did not need the support of a bra.
It was only common sense for her to go braless – she loved the freedom.
But that freedom ended, for, whenever she went braless under her blouse, Dan Waxer ogled her breasts with obvious sneering lust.
Obvious to Kelly, but not to her mother.
Kelly was forced to cover herself constantly, and always wear a bra in the house – she had to be on constant guard.
One time, when she had foolishly forgotten to lock her bedroom door, Dan Waxer had barged in while she was changing.
He had waited around to catch her in just that position, when she was dressed in her bra and panties.
Her curses blistered the air as she screeched for him to get out.
He sneered insultingly and took his time leaving.
From that time forth, she never forgot to lock her door.
But the strain of being constantly on guard against him was nerve-wracking.
More than once, when she was locked in the bathroom taking a bath, bumping noises against the closed door alarmed her.
She was sure that Dan Waxer knelt outside the door, spying at her through the keyhole. But she had never caught him in the act.
It got so that she actually looked forward to school, where she could relax.
Never could she really relax and let down her guard at home.
Indeed, home hardly seemed like home anymore.
But she had found a new home with Laurel, the lesbian teacher who seduced Kelly into more delicious pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible.
Kelly, although young, was no virgin.
A year ago or so, she had surrendered to a high school senior, a football star who had taken her out on a date.
Lex, his name was. He had thick dark wavy hair, a handsome clean-shaven face, and a fine broad-shouldered body.
Kelly at that time was worried about her lack of interest in boys.
Her girlfriends were all boy-crazy – yet she was not.
Why?
At that time, Kelly was afraid to face the answer…
The answer being that it was girls, not boys, that attracted her.
Kelly sensed the difference in herself from her girlfriends.
When she was in the girl's locker room, getting ready for gym class, she would glance covertly at the females undressing alongside her.
It was femaleness which attracted her interest – breasts and pussies, not male genitals, that fascinated her.
Kelly was not so naive as to not know something about lesbians. She had read articles, and seen movies.
There had been a movie out a year ago, about two girl, athletes who became lovers.
Kelly had taken a bus to the next town, just so none of her friends from school would see her attending that movie and making the connection.
Sitting by herself in the theater, in an audience largely male, Kelly had been aroused beyond belief by scenes of lesbian love.
There were only a few of them, and they were not explicit, since this was a major motion picture and not a fuck film.
But Kelly's nipples had stood out stiff and throbbingly erect for the course of the picture, aching with stiffness.
Her pussy quivered, and she covertly pressed her thighs against her sex, squeezing her pussy while she watched the show.
She had orgasmed right there in the movie seat.
But she was fearful of her difference, too.
In small suburban towns such as these, there was no tolerance for different ones.
Kelly had witnessed the vicious tormenting of the one or two boys in school who were sissified, and hounded by the "normals".
She had heard the sneering snickering taunts directed at the lady gym teacher, who was universally acknowledged by the studentry as a dyke.
But that gym teacher had been careful not to follow up her sexual preferences with any female students, and wisely kept her private life private.
Kelly was frightened by the difference in her.
In a last-ditch attempt to battle her increasingly pronounced lesbian desires, Kelly resolved to give up her virginity.
To a male, that is.
The experiment was disastrous, and confirmed her lesbianism once and for all.
He had been polite, charming, courteous until he got Kelly in the back seat of his car, where he became horny, grasping, greedy.
He fondled her breasts and rubbed her thighs. There was little foreplay, and Kelly could not have felt less aroused.
But she was determined to go through with it.
She was frightened and repulsed by his penis, when it was nakedly exposed.
It was a fat swollen club of flesh – however would it fit in her?
She had endured his artless caresses, which were few, since he burned to take down her panties and stick it in her.
He was on top of her, red-faced and panting in the cramped car, pressing his penis against her delicate pussy.
She was scared, rigid, tight and dry – all of which he ignored, as he pried open her precious pussy and stuffed his cock head in.
He hurt her!
She moaned with pain as he forced his stiff penis inside her, pinning her to the car seat, stretching her sensitive pussy.
She thought she would scream, when the boy's penis battered her maidenhead.
She did scream – once – when he broke her tender cherry.
Ignoring her cries, he plunged his penis deep into her, then crudely hammered away at her until he came.
To add to her disgust and degradation, the crowning touch was when he came inside her, pumping his slimy semen into her.
That was the first – and last – time she would do it with a male.
So she had promised herself.
Laurel was the English teacher, and Kelly had a heavy crush on her.
Unlike the masculine, rugged woman's gym teacher, no one would ever have suspected Laurel of being a hardcore lesbian.
Laurel was the essence of femininity, grace, and elegance.
Kelly developed a super crush of all time on her teacher.
She followed Laurel around the halls, and daydreamed about her in other classes.
What's more, Kelly was flattered that Laurel really liked her – not as a student with whom she was on friendly terms, but as a friend.
It took little time for this friendship to ripen into something more.
In December, as the holiday season neared, Laurel invited Kelly to come visit her apartment during the vacation.
An invitation accepted eagerly by Kelly.
Kelly's wildest fantasies came true, on the very first time she visited Laurel in the privacy of the teacher's apartment.
Kelly feared she might faint with delight the first time Laurel kissed her!
Laurel knew well what she was doing.
She knew the difference between an ordinary schoolgirl crush, and desire which could ripen into a full-fledged lesbian love.
She knew that lonely, lovely Kelly was just aching to be taken.
So – she took her.
Kelly couldn't have been happier!
Joy filled her, when she discovered that what she had considered a hopeless passion, doomed to unfulfillment, was returned by the object of her affection.
As Laurel tenderly undressed Kelly for the first time in the cool dimness of her bedroom, tears came to Kelly's eyes.