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French Class

I entered French Class on a high. If that was my inspection, then my education here was going to be the greatest experience of my life. 

"Bonjour!"

My French teacher was an attractive young woman with long cascading black hair and icy blue eyes. I melted a little as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Bonjour. J'mapelle Madame Urna."

She cupped my face, smiling warmly at me.

"J'mapelle Analia."

She grinned.

"Analia. You are beautiful."

She kissed me with her full, pouty lips, tracing my teeth with her tongue. 

"I'm very excited for French class."

She giggled. A magical sound.

"I'm excited to teach you French."

She released my face and I took my seat at the back of the room. 

"Hi! My name is Rachel! I'm a sophomore," said a girl with thick curly hair next to me. "Are you new?"

I nodded. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

"I am! I'm very excited to be here."

"You'll love it here."

She gave me a wicked grin and winked at me. I smiled nervously. God, I wanted her to like me. 

"Bonjour class!" Madame Urna called.

"Bonjour Madame," responded the class.

"Now, I would like to welcome our new students to class today."

There were cheers and whoops of excitement from the other students. I exchanged glances with a few of the new girls. None of us could contain our excitement.

"Will you all come to the front of the classroom, please?"

A warmth began to pool in my cunt as we walked to the front. What sort of pleasure would we be instructed in during this class?

"Now, I'm sure you've all heard of teh French kiss. But, there is an art to doing it well. One must be subtle and soft. Observe."

Madame Urna stepped up to the first new girl and placed her hand behind her head, cupping her blonde mane of silky hair while her other hand flew to the girl's waist. It was a passionate embrace and the new girl melted as Madame Urna floated her lips right over the girl's.

"One must feel the tension rise," Madame Urna said, her voice dropping in volume until she closed the distance and kissed the girl, her hands squeezing in her blonde hair, her other hand dropping to her backside. I couldn't contain my gasp of pleasure as I watched the girl's skirt rise, her luscious bottom exposed.

After several moments, Madame Urna broke away, leaving the girl dazed.

"Now, who would like to show the new students the proper form?"

Rachel raised her hand and Madame Urna nodded. A thrill rose inside of me as Rachel's warm brown eyes locked on me and she strode up to me with confidence and power I could only hope to achieve.

She stopped directly infront of me, her lips hovering dangerously near mine. She stood so tall over me that I had to look straight up at her.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," I said through a soft laugh.

Her left hand then flew to my neck and the other buried itself in my hair, yanking my head up as she forced her tongue inside of my mouth, tasting every square inch. My eyes rolled back in my head as she began tasting my tongue, sucking on it with power and control that made me warm. Just as I was about to reach for her myself, she broke away and sat down.