"Why is this information so important to you?" Miss Richardson asked. The Italian teenager had jet black hair that was very very long.
"Because I am getting bored with making it with guys," Sandy said. Her hair was thick and full and grew in waves over her shoulders.
"And you want to experiment with a woman, is that it?" Miss Richardson asked. Sandy's hair fell low down her back in between her shoulder blades.
"Right. I was hoping that maybe you and me, we could – uh – get together," Sandy said. Her hair was parted in the middle and fell onto her forehead in bangs.
"You have to be cooler than that if you want to play ball with me," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as black as the hair on her head.
"I can be as cool as anybody. I don't kiss and tell, Miss Richardson," Sandy exclaimed. Her eyebrows had been plucked so that they were femininely angular.
"I know about your reputation with boys, Sandy. You aren't discreet," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's eyelashes were very long and curled upward at their tips.
"And I know about your reputation with girls. How cool are you?" Sandy said defiantly. Her lashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked.
"I guess you have a point. I won't even bother asking where you heard the rumor from," Miss Richardson said. Sandy had an olive complexion.
"Yeah, I wouldn't tell you if you threatened me with torture," Sandy said. She had the sort of skin that tanned to a deep golden brown after a summertime in the hot sunshine.
"I suspected as much. You appeal to me, I must confess that," Miss Richardson said. The skin on Sandy's face was extremely smooth.
"Hey, and I think you are a hot chick too. Let's make it!" Sandy said with wide eyes. It was clear to anyone who looked at her that she was one of those lucky teenagers who had never suffered from a facial blemish.
"It isn't as simple as that, I am afraid, Sandy," Miss Richardson said, rather sternly. Sandy had large round eyes with dark brown pupils.
"What could be easier. You would have to teach me stuff. I don't know. You use dildos?" Sandy asked. Her pupils were so dark, in fact, that they looked as ebony as her long hair in the limited illumination in Miss Richardson's private office.
"If you like. I enjoy oral sex most of all, if you must know the truth," Miss Richardson said. Sandy had a small nose. A button nose.
"Yeah, I'll eat pussy. I have thought on it. I would eat my own pussy if I could – so why not eat another woman's cunt?" Sandy said.
The teenager's nose turned up at the tip. Her nostrils were on the pinched side, but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.
"Good point. You have to promise that you won't tell anyone what occurs between us," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's mouth was not large but her lips were full and sensuous.
"I cross my heart and hope to die, Miss Richardson. Mum is the word, baby," Sandy said. Her lips were always parted and a little puckered.
"I would prefer if you did not call me baby in the future Sandy. Miss Richardson will do," the beautiful blonde said with a frown.
"Heavy duty. You want to get together at your place. I would suggest mine but my folks live there," Sandy said with a shrug of her shoulders.
She had a pouting mouth. The Italian girl looked as if she were walking through life in desperate need of a hard tongue kiss. Probably true.
Sandy had a habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. She did this at times when they were already wet.
"Yes, you will come to my office immediately after school. If anyone asks you why you are visiting me just tell them that we have to discuss a domestic situation. That will shut them up."
"Can do," Sandy said. "I guess I will take my leave. See you in about – let's see – an hour and a half." She stood and left the room.
Miss Richardson waved bye-bye.
"Hey, this is a nice place you got for yourself here, Miss Richardson," Sandy said, scanning the living room with her big brown eyes.
It would have been an understatement to call Sandy diminutive. She stood only five feet two inches tall and weighed a little under one-hundred pounds.
"I'm glad you like it. May I serve you a refreshment?" Miss Richardson said. Sandy had extraordinarily large breasts for a girl her size however.
The Italian teenager had boobs that stuck out far from her chest. In spite of their size they did not sag, not even a fraction of an inch.
"Yeah, have you got a beer or something. Maybe some wine," Sandy said with a smile. She never wore a bra. She didn't need to. Nature positioned her tits right where they were supposed to be.
They rested high on her chest. They needed no lifting and separating. They were sloped at their tops and rounded at their bottoms. The dark nipples pointed slightly upward.
"I would be caught dead before I served a student an alcoholic beverage," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's waist was very slender. Indeed, it only measured twenty-two inches.
Her hips were round both at the sides and at the rear. Her legs were not long but they were shapely. Her thighs tapered gracefully from her hips to her unscarred knees. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty.
"Well, ex-cuuuuuuuse me," Sandy said. "I'll have a Coke."
"Coming right up," Miss Richardson said. Miss Richardson lusted after and disliked Sandy at the same time. It was not necessarily a healthy combination for the larger, older woman.
Miss Richardson had been known to get pretty sadistic when she was in moods like this. Miss Richardson could get a kick every now and again out of abusing a smart ass cunt like Sandy.
"So you say that you are bored with making it with guys, huh?"
"Yeah, it's the same old thing over and over again," Sandy said.
"Have you ever played any bondage games?" Miss Richardson asked.
"You mean, let a guy tie me up and shit like that?" Sandy said.
"That's right. Some women find the restraint most appealing."
"I don't think I would get into it," Sandy said shaking her head.
"How do you know unless you have tried it?" Miss Richardson asked.
"I always did say that I would try anything once," Sandy said.
"Have you ever had anal intercourse?" Miss Richardson inquired.
"No way. A guy has no right up inside my fanny," Sandy said.
"There are many woman who enjoy being reamed," Miss Richardson said.
"I have a hard time imagining it," Sandy said with pursed lips.
"Maybe you are right. Maybe you aren't ready for anals. But bondage, yes!"
"Are you really going to tie me up?" Sandy asked anxiously.
"That's right. Relax. You are apt to get into it," Miss Richardson said.
"You want me to get out of these duds now?" Sandy inquired.
"Finish your Coke. Better go to the bathroom," Miss Richardson said.
"Yeah, don't want to get tied up and then realize I have to pee."
"Precisely, my precious. If you want I'll help you make a tinkle."
"You really are kinky, Miss Richardson. Pretty far out!!!"
"You said that you wanted to do things new and different," the beautiful blonde replied with a sexy – and slightly evil – smile.
They went into the bathroom together when Sandy was finished with her Coke. The teenager was wearing a pair of skintight peg-legged pinstriped designer blue jeans.
Those pants were so tight that they looked as if they had been applied to Sandy's body with a paintbrush. They revealed the cleavage between her buttocks. Even more provocatively, they revealed the cleavage between the raven-haired beauty's swollen cunt lips.
Sandy stood in front of the toilet with her back to it. She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of her slacks together. She unzipped her fly.