Tutoring Zoe, Part One

by Single Mom

Zoe Pettit was 11 years old, almost 5 feet tall, long blond hair, drop-dead blue eyes and the cutest ass her teacher had ever seen.

Terri Breen stood behind her desk at the head of the classroom as her 5th-grade class filed out the door for lunch and then recess. Her gaze was lasered in on Zoe Pettit's buttocks in those tight yellow shorts that appeared to be painted on, at the bottom of her ass cheeks that peeked out from under the leg holes, at the thin vaginal crease that her shorts had crept into.

Terri breen was a tall 5'10" with very long legs, auburn hair and green eyes. Her tight white sweater was stretched over her firm 36C, braless breast and suddenly stiff nipples. She was 26 years old and divorced, and confused. She had successfully fought these pedophile urges for years now because of her chosen profession, but suddenly, she felt herself losing ground. Miss Breen's first thought was, how could a mother allow her child to come to school dressed like that, and her second thought was, thank God she did.

It first happened during the first year of her marriage. She found herself wanting sex less, and masturbation more. The disturbing thing was that when she masturbated, she fantasized about the little girls in her 5th grade classroom. She quickly dismissed any idea that she was a pedophile, and attributed these feelings to sudden, long-forgotten memories of her youth, and babysitting for her 2-year-old niece, and kissing, licking, and playing with her niece's pussy. This continued for over a year when her Aunt moved to another town. She found it ironic that her niece would now be 11 years old.

When Terri entered the cafeteria she discovered that Zoe was seated at the very edge of the student's section, directly across from the teacher's area. Terri went through the serving line, then carried her tray to an empty table directly across from her young student where she could watch her, hoping for another glimpse of those tight yellow shorts and the treasures they concealed.

"Can I join you?" It was Shirley Buckley, the 4th grade teacher, standing there with her tray in her hand. Terri blushed a deep crimson. She felt as if she had been cought committing some serious crime like stalking a young female student.

"Oh! Of course," Terri said, motioning to the chair on the left side of the table so that her view wouldn't be blocked when Zoe got up to leave.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Shirley mentioned as she placed her tray on the table and sat in the assigned seat.

"What? . . . Who?" Terri stammered, her cheeks reddening still further.

Terri nodded toward the young, blonde student. "Zoe Pettit, I had her last year. She's even more beautiful this year. God help her if she get's Pete Dillieo next year; he'll have her in bed the first day of class."

"I'm surprised that her mother lets her come to school dressed like that," Terri said, just to get Shirley's reaction.

"Mothers," Shirley corrected, then chuckled. "She has 2 of them."

That posed an interesting question. Would Zoe turn into a lesbian when she was older because she was being raised by two lesbian women? I glanced over at Zoe and noticed that her gaze had shifted from me to Shirley. I then glanced at Shirley and asked the question out loud. Shirley looked in Zoe's direction and smiled, then looked back to me. "That's an odd question," she said. "What makes you think I would know?"

Terri stammered. "I—uh—it was simply a rhetorical question. I mean you did have her last year, so I was simply wondering what you thought."

"Jesus, Terri! She's just a child!" Shirley said while stealing another glance at Zoe."

"Why are you being so defensive, Shirley? I certainly wasn't suggesting—"

At that point, Zoe got up and left the cafeteria, when there was still almost an hour left to the lunch/recess period. Terri assumed that she was going out to the recess yard for the remainder of the lunch period. She considered following Zoe out as she watched her walking away, those sweet little ass cheeks peeking out from the bottoms of her shorts.

"I have to go," Shirley said, getting up from the table without finishing her lunch, and following Zoe out of the lunch room. Terri noticed that they both went out of the left-hand door of the cafeteria, when the recess yard was through the right-hand door.

Subconsciously, Terri's right hand dropped to her lap, slipped under her short skirt and began to work its way up her legs toward her crotch. When she felt her moist panties, she considered masturbating right here under the lunch table, but decided to go to to the last stall in the teachers' lounge where she had masturbated many times before, fantasizing about Pete Dillio, the 6th grade teacher.

The teachers' lounge had a small room with a cot where teachers could lie down during that time of the month. Terri considered going in there to masturbate, but decided against it since the door didn't have a lock. She did however notice that the door was closed indicating that it was occupied. She walked past it and went straight to her favorite last stall.

She masturbated standing up, her panties down to her shoes, legs spread, bending over slightly, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. Her fantasy this time was not of Pete Dillieo, but of Zoe Breen, standing there with her shorts down masturbating in front of her. Terri's orgasm lasted far longer then the 40 or so seconds that it took to achieve.

As she was leaving the lounge, she heard muffled voices coming from the small room. She went to the exit door, opened, then closed it loudly, remaining in the room with her back to the door, listening. She heard, "That's it baby, go deeper. See if you can touch Miss Shirley's womb . . . Oh yes honey, make a fist and go faster . . . That's it . . . oh yeah baby, I'm cumming." Terri left the room quietly and returned to her classroom so she wouldn't have to listen to Shirley's orgasm.

Terri considered calling Shirley that night just to see if she would let anything slip. Hell she might even confront her since she now knew the truth. She reached for the phone and stopped. "What could she say to her? She couldn't come right out and ask. And what would she ask? She was sure that her friend was fucking Zoe, did she really need conformation? She drew a mental picture of Zoe's fist pounding in out of Shirly's cunt. She could almost hear the sloshing sounds in the wetness, much as she could hear the sound of her fingers in her own wet pussy now.

The following day, Terri wore a short white dress with spaghetti straps which fell half way between her ass and thigh. If Zoe liked girls, she would give her something to look at and think about. If this were to be a battle between she and Shirley Burton, she was ready to do battle. Suddenly, she was obsessed with wanting this child, who arrived at school wearing a very short black skirt, a white flowered blouse, and white cotton panties which she showed to Terri at every opportunity.

Terri began the school day by reassigning the chair desk's, (Chair with a tablet arm) placing Zoe in the center of the first row immediately in front of her desk. Terri's logic was not lost on Zoe, who spent the entire day slouched in her seat with legs spread wide showing Terri the crotch of her panties. When Terri diverted her gaze from Zoe's panties to her face, she flashed Zoe a wide smile, blew her a silent kiss and winked her right eye.

The communication was complete. Terri had let Zoe know what she wanted, and Zoe let her know that she could have it. All that remained was to work out the when, where, and how. No one had to tell Terri Breen that this was wrong, pedophilia was pedophilia no matter if it involved a male and a child or a female and a child, it was wrong—which only made it more exciting. The realization that it was going to happen caused an unmistakable wetness in Terri's panties. During the first class assignment of the day where the class was to read several chapters in their history books to prepare for a spot quiz after, Terri noticed that Zoe had reached under her short skirt and was removing her panties. She very slowly pushed them down over her ass and down her thighs and over her knees to her feet, where she slowly leaned over and slipped them off of her feet, crumbling them up in a ball and surreptitiously placed them in her backpack sitting next to her on the floor.

Terri quickly glanced about the room to be sure that all the other children were busy reading. She then glanced back at Zoe, who now had her legs spread wide, showing her smooth hairless pussy, her swollen inner labia protruding beyond her outer labia. Terri unconsciously reached under her desk and squeezed her throbbing pussy.

Terri set about working out a plan to have this voluptuous child, this conniving little cunt tease who was pushing her beyond all reason, beyond all caution. Surely she was from another world, sent here by Satan.

The teachers lounge was out of the question. If Shirley Burton used it, others may have as well. She dismissed the class for lunch, but remained behind to work on a plan without the distraction of her little cunt tease. After the last student had left the class, she locked the door and went to Zoe's desk where she removed Zoe's damp panties and sniffed them, held them to her cheek to better feel the wetness, then sucked on the moist crotch. She was surprised that she could engage in such perversion, and not feel guilt. She removed her own wet, lace panties, balled them up and placed them in the back pack where Zoe would find them when she got home.

Her plan was to visit the army-navy store after school and buy a folding cot on wheels like they used in motels. She would purchase a single fitted matress cover, and store the cot and matteress in the large walk in storage closet in her classroom. She could turn out the classroom lights, lock the door, then take Zoe into the storage closet and lock that door. It was perfect, no one would ever know. The only fly in the ointment was the school bus.

She had to come up with a legitimate reason to have Zoe miss the school bus, requiring her to drive the child home. Tutoring! Zoe was behind the other children in math, and Terri would recommend that Zoe stay after school for tutoring. Pleased and excited with her plan, she unlocked the classroom door and prepared to straighten up the storage closet to make room for the cot, when Zoe Pettit walked into the class room. "What are you doin?" she asked.

"I was just getting ready to straighten up the storage closet. I'm trying to make room in there for a small cot, and why aren't you out for recess?"

"I didn't wanna, I wanted to come see you. But why do ya need a cot in there?" Zoe asked with a wide grin.

"Ohhhh, just in case someone wants to lie down."

"I'm not wearin' any panties," The child said out of the blue.

"I know, I noticed. I'm not wearing panties either."

"You're NOT! How come?"

"How come YOU'RE not?" the teacher answered with a question of her own.

"I wanted to show you my pussy."

"And it's a very pretty pussy too," Terri said.

"So why don't you show me yours?"

"My pussy is different than yours. It has hair on it," Terri said, then lifted the bottom of her dress to her waist, exposing her pubic area."

"WOW! Way cool," Zoe exclaimed. "Can I touch it?" she asked, holding her hand out.

Terri Breen took the child's hand and led her to the storage closet.

Continued if I get favorable feed back.