Everybody sceam when I kissed the teacher

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They had been together for six months now and tomorrow was going to be Agnetha's birthday.
Frida hadn't seen Ragnar since he left in a hurry, leaving a piece of him at home, she had the feeling of being rid of him forever.
She knocked him out with the shovel she kept hidden and locked him in the basement of an abandoned house. She was so angry, so sad and devastated that her daughter had died that she couldn't control herself. She would surely have killed him, but she wanted him to suffer, as her daughter must have suffered.
His thoughts cleared when Agnetha woke up in her arms and kissed her. Tomorrow, the girl was going to be 16 years old.
"Did you sleep well, baby?" she asked gently, sensing that Agnetha needed some comforting touch.
The girl nodded, her face hidden in the crook of her shoulder.
Frida ran her hands through the beautiful blonde hair and massaged her scalp, the girl humming contentedly against her skin.
"Oh, you need hugs!"
Her teasing tone made Agnetha laugh.
She kissed Agnetha softly on the forehead and rocked her quietly, she flattened her hands against the girl's back and pressed to soothe her.
"Frida, I would like to stay here forever, you give the best hugs in the whole universe..."
Her little voice upon waking up was simply the thing Frida loved most about Agnetha.
"You know you have to go home," she said, caressing her soft cheeks.
"I can barely walk because of you!" Agnetha chuckled as she sat up, feeling a pain between her legs.
"Ah yes? How? questioned Frida already knowing what that meant."
"I can't feel my legs anymore and my lips hurt, I think you're fixated on them. It's crazy, no matter what you always want to touch them or put them in your mouth-... "
Agnetha paused.
"See! Get your hand out of there!"
Frida giggled like a child and continued to play with Agnetha's dripping folds.
"You like it way too much to ask me to really stop."
Agnetha knew that Frida was right. She kissed her fiercely, thrusting her tongue into Frida's mouth, she would like to gain some control.
Frida moans and Agnetha's ego grows. Suddenly the girl freed herself from Frida's warm and seductive body.
"You're right, I have to go home. Are you driving me? she asked her in a childish voice, Frida couldn't resist her."
"Of course, how can I resist you?"
She laughed to herself, she knew what she was going to give Agnetha for her birthday.
She drove her home, and Birgit was waiting for her daughter on the doorstep.
"Agnetha, you didn't tell me you weren't coming home tonight."
The woman looked more disappointed than angry.
"Excuse me, mom..."
Frida kept herself from laughing, if only the woman knew she wasn't the only one Agnetha called that.
"We're working on a new chapter and I hadn't seen the time pass, so Mrs. Lyngstad kindly invited me to sleep in the guest room..."
Agnetha made her best pout and her mother was quick to excuse her.
"It's my fault madam, I'm the responsible adult and I should have asked you."
Frida took it upon herself, a little afraid that the woman would get angry and not allow her to see her daughter anymore.
"What I want above all else is for my daughter to succeed, I don't mind that she stays so late to study. What bothers me is that she hasn't taken responsibility for me. 'to call..."
Birgit was not harsh.
"Yet it's so hard to say no to it, my daughter has an angel face and knows very well how to use it."
She laughed softly when she saw Agnetha who was looking distractedly at Frida.
"We believe you! I'm not the most difficult person, but I like to be in control. Once, while I was having her revise an important test, she wanted to take a break. We had just started a quarter of an hour,and she looked at me with her big puppy eyes. I couldn't resist and gave her a five minute break. Trust me, this has never happened in my three year career!"
Frida laughed as she watched Agnetha sulk, which didn't last long when she moved to leave.
"Mom, Mrs. Lyngstad can come for my birthday tomorrow?" Agnetha asked excitedly.
There was a gust of wind and her dress rose slightly. Her mother glanced at it.
"You can ask her, sweety, it's rude to talk about someone when the person is in front of us!"
"Please, Frida, come tomorrow for my birthday! I'll be so glad you're here so you don't talk to me about mathematics!"
Frida chuckled and nodded.
"Okay, I'll come."
She instinctively started to approach and kiss her goodbye, but quickly pulled away, remembering her mother who was right in front of them.
Agnetha was radiant, Frida would be there for her birthday. The girl went home waving her hand, and Birgit took advantage that her daughter was not there to approach Frida.
"Tell me, Frida... Do you mind if I call you that?"
Frida shook her head negatively.
"Be careful where you leave marks on my daughter's body, I don't want my husband to see them and start getting angry for nothing!"
She gave her a discreet wink.
“How did you know?” asked Frida in a whisper.
"I saw how Agnetha looked at you and especially the marks of your teeth on her thighs, she learned late to have modesty..."
Birgit paused and grimaced.
"Well, I don't really want to talk about things that concern you and don't concern me. As long as everything happens with her consent, I have nothing to worry about. She's a girl in age to know what she does with her body..."
Frida wanted to cry, Agnetha's mother was no obstacle to her happiness.
"But be careful, though, I noticed that Agnetha was limping!"
The woman laughed, this relieved Frida.
"And, one last thing... I advise you to come around 10 am tomorrow, the family is large."
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The next day Agnetha had gotten ready, she had made herself pretty for Frida especially. She had put on a pretty pale pink dress, like her cheeks, and left her hair down, but the added thing was that she was not wearing any underwear.
She had come downstairs this morning to have breakfast, all smiles. Her sister had wished her at her birthday and couldn't help but want to give her the present she had prepared for her. Birgit had calmed her down and told her there was a time for everything.
At 10:00 a.m. Frida arrived with two gift packages in her hands, she rang the bell quickly and she heard rapid footsteps. Agnetha opened the door for her, she was beautiful and Frida couldn't help falling in love with her, Agnetha invited her in and Mona, Agnetha's sister, was drawing on the dining table.
"Where do I put this?" she asked Agnetha furtively.
"I'm going to put them in my parents' room! Mona will want to open them, and Mommy and Dad's room is a safe place," Agnetha said as she walked up the stairs.
Frida followed her.
"Stop calling your mother 'mommy', you give me everything back, Frida said softly."
Agnetha laughs.
"And what would you like me to call her? Mommy is my mom! Agnetha said without realizing it."
"Don't imagine, you could very well call her Birgit in front of me, otherwise you won't talk to me about her!"
They arrived in front of Agnetha's parents' bedroom and Frida took the smallest package from her hands. They walked to the closet and Agnetha put the wrapped present on a shelf and waited for Frida to pass her the one she had in her hands.
"No, said Frida simply, take me to your room."
Agnetha looked at her in disbelief.
"Baby, I don't think we can do this right now."
"It's you, 'baby', not me, laughs Frida, but Agnetha wanted to show herself big."
"I'd rather you open this present in your room."
The girl nodded and said nothing, she led Frida to her room. When Frida entered Agnetha's cute and cozy bedroom, she spotted a book on the bedside table.
"Oh do you also have 'Death Clock' by Kirsten Ekman? I really liked this book!"
"Do you have the book? I've never seen it in your house! Yet I know all the rooms in your house, all the cupboards, the drawers, even where you put your panties, and I've never seen this book !''
Frida laughed and pulled up the strap of her purse.
"Oh sweetheart, you don't know the secret garden of women. It's their purse! Everything you want to know about a woman is not in her home, but in their purse."
Agnetha nodded.
"So, did you like the book?" Frida asked as she kissed Agnetha's forehead.
"Actually I didn't finish it, you understand, I didn't have time. Mathematics prevented me from doing that," she said mischievously.
"Mathematics is a great help in life, says Frida convinced.
"Oh, believe me, baby, for what I want to do, I don't need math."
"What do you want to do later ?"
"A singer."
Agnetha had never looked so serious.
"Well, believe me, I'm with you wholeheartedly. Here, open this gift," she said, handing her the package.
Agnetha took the package, it was light. She tore the wrapping paper quickly, there was soft fabric, probably silk, she gently undid it.
She found, wrapped in silk, a light blue lace. They were underwear and they were really nice.
She looked at Frida and laughed:
"Thank you, baby," she said, and Frida scowled at the nickname. "It's very beautiful and I'm going to try it."
She lifted her dress, she knew she was going to reveal to Frida that she was not wearing any underwear. She took off her dress and saw Frida's shocked face. She grabbed the small piece of lace that would serve as her panties and put them on, her pale buttocks caught in the lace net.
"You are beautiful, Agnetha."
Frida was practically drooling now.
"You know you're the prettiest? You'll always be the prettiest, even when you're approaching your 80s and you have a flying car! And you'll have a walking stick, because you'd be so refined, with a chic walking stick, Agnetha said, moving closer to Frida, shirtless, her small shoulders and wide hips driving Frida crazy.
She had such a beautiful body. She didn't dare touch until she knew they didn't have the privacy.
"Don't you want to touch my boobies, Frida? Look, they got bigger."
Frida brushed them and Agnetha's nipples hardened.
"Look what you're doing to me..."
Frida was fascinated by how Agnetha made her knees so weak. Agnetha slipped on the matching bra as nothing had happened. Frida was planted in front of her, holding herself back so as not to jump on the girl and fuck her wildly on the floor. Boobies had an effect on Frida that no one suspected.
Agnetha took off the lingerie and put her dress back on, she put Frida's present in her wardrobe and left. She knew that Frida was right behind, so she twisted her hips, seducing Frida who had only been there for ten minutes and who could hardly contain herself.
Frida was sitting on the couch, Agnetha was far too close to go unnoticed, but she was pretending nothing was wrong and talking with Birgit. Ingvar was not at home, he was working and had only managed to pose one day off for his daughter's birthday.
Agnetha, who was nearby and talking with her 10-year-old sister, furtively touched Frida's fingers. Frida was stroking Agnetha's fingers, but gently slapped her hand, quietly signaling her to step aside. All this happened under the eyes of Birgit who laughed inwardly, Agnetha wanted to be close to Frida and Frida reasoned with herself and kept her cool.
Agnetha took her hand away and put it on Frida's thigh and started squeezing her fingers, wanting a reaction from Frida. She traveled her hand down Frida's back and ran her hand under the hem of her pants. Her fingers traveled under her panties and she pinched her ass. Birgit saw all this and Frida knew it, she kept a straight face. Birgit was impressed by her courage.
Frida felt a hand snake against her thigh, under her pants. The hand passed over her pussy and under the seam of her panties and slender fingers threaded their way through her hair and made contact with her clitoris.
Agnetha smiled when she felt Frida's body shiver against her fingers, she took the initiative to press harder and rub gently. Frida's hand tightened on the handle of the cup of tea her mother had prepared for her, she awkwardly drank the infusion and nodded feverishly when Birgit asked her if she was okay.
She finished her tea and put her cup on the table hard enough for Agnetha to stop her movements. As she was about to resume, Frida turned to her and smiled:
"Agnetha, excuse me for interrupting you in your conversation, but could you get me some tea?" Frida asked softly.
Agnetha hesitated for a few seconds before nodding and standing up.
Frida gave Birgit an apologetic look, and the woman laughed.
"Ohoh, there are things I didn't know about her!"
"I didn't know myself that she was capable of doing this sort of thing, says Frida, impressed. It's her birthday, she must think she's grown up."
Frida leaned against the back of the sofa when Agnetha came back to sit next to her. The girl handed her her tea and Frida thanked her kindly before taking a sip and placing the cup in the saucer while she chatted with Birgit.
Someone rang and Mona rushed to open it. It was Benny who came with his girlfriend Mona, he was holding a present under his arm.
"Ah! My favorite Mona!" he said, rubbing the head of the 10-year-old girl who was hugging his waist.
His girlfriend tapped him on the shoulder.
"I thought it was me?" she said, pretending to be angry.
“But come on, honey, she is ten years old, there is no competition! he said.
But the little girl heard everything and walked away from him with a disappointed pout.
Agnetha laughed as she saw her sister sit limply on the arm of the sofa.
"Benny, you shattered her dreams, she was madly in love with you!"
Benny no longer knew where to stand.
"Liar! That's not true! I'm not even in love with Benny in the first place!"
"Oh, come on, Mona, you're my favorite! But I have a girlfriend who's also called Mona... It's super weird, he said, realizing that now. Finally, I came with a package, where should I put it?"
"Go put it in the closet in my parents' bedroom, Agnetha said without turning around. You already know where it is."
Benny nodded and took Mona's coat from her hands and put it on the coat rack.
He got in and Agnetha stroked Frida's shoulder, she looked at the clock in her house: 10:32. The rest of her family would arrive soon. Benny came back down with wide eyes.
"Agnetha? Come..."
He led her to her room.
"You have underclothes! Oh my god, you have to lock that door! Who gave you that? It's Frida, right? It's dirty. She loves you in sexy underclothes, she makes you wear it any other stuff? and-"
Benny was rambling, it was both funny and embarrassing:
"Yes, it was Frida who gave it to me, she said, embarrassed."
They went down and Agnetha locked her door. Benny went to join Agnetha's young sister to comfort her, she hadn't moved on.
The girl saw that Frida had finished her cup of tea and put it on the corner of the table. When she passed, she pushed the cup slightly so that it fell on the carpet.
"Oh excuse me!" she said, bending down to pick up her cup.
Her short dress pulled up and showed her round buttocks as well as a bit of her golden fleece that adorned her dripping center. Frida could see it from where she was, but she could also smell it. The sweet innocent scent on a girl who was becoming less and less innocent.
Standing up, Agnetha leaned back and brushed Frida's knee. She felt the hot juice seep into her pants, Agnetha had left a stain.
She hid with her hand and Agnetha leaned down to kiss her sister on the head, her buttocks right in front of Frida's face who suddenly blushed.
"Benny, I thought you were my sister's boyfriend?" Mona asked, unaware that her sister was fucking with her math teacher who had her face so close to her ass she could feel her breathing against her skin.
The tail of Agnetha's dress brushed Frida's cheekbone. She was frozen and looked at Birgit with distress in her eyes. The woman stood up and put a hand on Agnetha's shoulder and the girl sat up.
"Can you get me some more glasses for the guests?"
Agnetha nodded and quietly ran her fingers through Frida's beautiful curls.
Frida blushed violently, her freckles no longer visible under her blushing skin.
“Oh Ms. Lyngstad, are you okay?” Benny asked, shaking her hand.
"You can call me Frida, there's no reason to be professional here," she said kindly.
"Okay...Are you alright? Uh...That sounds really weird," he stuttered.
"You being a teacher, what are you doing here? asks Mona, Benny's girlfriend."
"I invited her," Agnetha said, putting the glasses her mother had requested on the table.
She sat up and put her hand on Frida's shoulder.
"You seem close," she said, looking at the two women.
Frida looked at Agnetha. Could she manage on her own?
"SHe's my math teacher, I've had private lessons for six months to get a better level in math-"
"Very private," Benny muttered, not knowing that everyone would listen.
"-after a while, we became friends"
"Excessively close," he laughs.
"It's true that you two are very close, Mona adds."
"Is that your the girlfriend of my sister?" asks the little girl.
Frida looked at her in disbelief. Benny's girlfriend understood, but Mona didn't.
“No, your sister is my friend, she said looking at Agnetha.
The blonde was so young and so beautiful, there was a look of mischief in her eyes. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Birgit went to open the door.
"Those are your cousins, Agnetha!"
Two blond boys and a girl older than Agnetha entered.
They entered and greeted the others. They already knew Benny, and it wasn't hard to guess that the girl who had accompanied him was his girlfriend.
But when they turned back to Frida who was talking with Birgit, they didn't know what to do. Then Frida stood up and held out her hand to them.
"Hello, my name is Frida, I'm a friend of Agnetha...!"
The two boys shook her hand and left with the little girl while the tall blonde girl shook her hand a little longer. She smiled at her and turned to Agnetha.
"You never told me you had such pretty friends," she said, tilting her head significantly towards Frida.
"Very pretty indeed. Tell me, Tilda, when is your father coming?" she asked, eyeing Frida without embarrassment.
"When you open your presents. You've grown, you're almost my height," she said, moving closer to Agnetha and waving her hand above her head, marking the missing space.
Agnetha was talking with Tilda and Frida, her mother had gone to cook her birthday meal.
"So how did you meet Agnetha, Frida?"
Tilda's voice dropped an octave and Agnetha felt jealousy welling up inside her, and Frida felt it.
"I'm actually her math teacher, but I happened to help her out and we just became friends," she smiled as she approached Agnetha's cousin.
She felt Agnetha's hand against her hip and squeeze it possessively, so she put her hand on Tilda's thigh and Agnetha's fingernails dug into her flesh the entire time the herring dish was cooking fried in butter and mashed potatoes.
She had bought several jars of herring from abba, they had the best herring and Agnetha loved it.