$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Brooke tucked her curl behind her ear and looked at herself in the long gold plated mirror that hung in the bathroom. The red laced dress clung to her skin and her heels made her taller than she has ever been. Smiling she turned slightly. She never felt sexy but for some odd reason at this moment she did. Even though her gorgeous sun haired teacher was in the other room being her normal goddess self she felt like she could at least be on the same level.

Taking a deep breathe she decided all the wrinkles were smoothed out, so she opened the door knob slowly and looked down the long hallway.

Mrs. Davidson stood at the end with her signature stare and crossed arms. The stripped green pant suit she wore popped from the grey wall behind her and her lips stood out with a blood red tint. Even as far as she was she saw her lip curl.

One step at a time Brooke felt the walls echo with every click of her black pointed heels.

The brunette couldn't hold in her smile. She felt like a model walking in slow motion. Her hair flowing slightly behind her bounced and the reign that sat on her shoulders kicked with her feet and dragged along the white tiled floor.

Stopping only three feet away Brooke tightened her jaw and waited for her teacher to critique.

Mrs. Davidson lifted her head slowly and glanced around the girl's body. Slowly she walked around her never uncrossing her arms.

"What do you think?" Brooke finally asked looking at the wall.

"If this is what I get for $300, I can't imagine what I would get if I paid more."

Closing her eyes Brooke tried not take that the wrong way. She was trying to think positively, but she hated feeling dirty, no matter how pretty she felt.

"I have something to show you." Mrs. Davidson whispered stepping behind her. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"

Shaking her head Brooke jumped feeling fingertips suddenly touch her shoulders lightly.

"What a pity." She grinned and unlatched the reign. It fell to the ground slowly and the blonde stepped over it to take the younger girl's hand.

Leading her out to the backyard Brooke took in this feeling. What was she feeling? Was she supposed to feel something? Because looking at her teacher in front of her made her feel a lot. She had a smile to die for and the eyes to help resurrect you. Brooke ignored the beautiful yard and stared at the woman. Her hair looked like it was taken directly from a Barbie factory and her long thin fingers squeezed tighter.

In a way she felt like a celebrity couple taking pictures for a magazine cover. Maybe she was still legally married, but Mrs. Davidson promised they were split, she was sad that didn't work out but for her own sake she couldn't be happier.

"Do you like it?"

Realizing she had been staring that entire time Brooke stuttered and looked at what she pointed to.

A pool lit up by candles and lanterns. It was truly special considering the sun descended in the background. Crickets chirping over the music that played quietly.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit." Brooke whispered looking at the waters ripples.

Mrs. Davidson still held on to the girl's hand tightly so she pulled her towards her making her stumble. "Brooke..." she paused looking over her face. "What are you thinking?"

"Im just not sure what this is or what is happening." She mumbled searching the woman's face for answers.

"I don't know, but are you ok with it?"

She nodded, "I'm not one to break rules."

"There shouldn't be rules to feelings." Taking her other hand she twirled her slowly and started slow dancing. "Brooke, you must know I look at you differently."

"Well you don't cuss at me very often." She joked closing her eyes and swaying to the music.

Smiling Mrs. Davidson nodded, "Can you swim?"

She squinted her eyes in thought, "I took lessons when I was younger but I-"

Grabbing her, the blonde pulled them both head first into the calm pool. Making waves splash up and take out a few candles, Brooke immediately swam up to the surface with a nasty cough. Looking around she searched for her teacher, before she started to freak out the felt hands touch her legs and run up her body as she surfaced in front of her. She had that cocky smile plastered on her face so Brooke rolled her eyes. Trying to get to the side of the pool to get out she was pulled back and held tightly in the blondes arms. "Let me go! You ruined the dress!"

"I'll buy you another." Mrs. Davidson whispered enjoying the girl's whining. She wiped the drops of water off of Brooke's face and grabbed her legs when she started struggling. She guided them to wrap around her hips and guided her arms to wrap around her neck. "I thought you said you could swim."

Brooke held on tightly trying to catch her breath. "I took lessons when I was six. I don't swim!"

Throwing her head back to laugh Mrs. Davidson swam them to where she could touch the ground.

"I still can't reach here."

"Good."

Loosing her arms Brooke looked down at their bodies resting on each other and held her breath. Now she felt like she was in too deep.
This teacher that only started showing interest in her a week or two ago held her in a pool. More was going to happen and that made her nervous. Let's be serious she wasn't going to stop it but it did make her anxious. Mrs. Davidson has already kissed her, but that's the most she has ever done with anyone. Now she was nervous that everything most people have done would finally happen to her.

With her teacher.

She usually had more self control.

Hearing her phone ring Brooke tried to get away once again but Mrs. Davidson grabbed her head and pushed them together to kiss like she had been wanting too. Roughly and passionately. Brooke rested her hands on her neck while her teachers hands knotted in her hair and pulled her head back. She kissed her neck and ran her tongue along her throat. Brooke lightly moaned enjoying the feeling but opened her eyes surprised with a cold feeling.

The older woman started walking out of the water slowly still holding her tightly around her hips. She said nothing as she laid the girl down on the grass and laid on top of her to keep her warm. Kissing her again the blonde held her arms over her head and went back to her neck where she sucked lightly.

"No don't leave a hickey I can't explain that."
Brooke whispered trying to wiggle out.

Holding her down harder Mrs. Davidson wrapped her legs around her to keep her from kicking and sucked harder.

"I can't do this." Brooke opened her eyes and fought harder, "Please stop."

She didn't listen. Mrs. Davidson pushed her leg into her and grinded slowly moving her lips back up to her lips.

It felt amazing but she was scared and she wasn't ready. Brooke tried pushing her off again But her teacher was in her own head. She knew she couldn't even hear her pleads because of being so into what they were doing. "Stop, Mrs. Davidson."

Ripping the top of her dress, the blonde moved the girl's boobs out of her bra and kissed them lightly. She opened her eyes finally and raised up seeing the girl scurry backwards. "Brooke what's wrong?"

"I said stop!" She cried getting up.

Mrs. Davidson sat on her knees and watched the soaking girl try to cover herself back up. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Hearing her cuss for the first time she realized she had really messed up. She should have listened better, and she should have made sure she was ok. "Were you not ready?"

The girl ignored her and brushed grass off of her. "I'm going home."

"Let me drive you." Mrs. Davidson begged taking off her wet jacket and getting up. Chasing after her, she had slid through the house and stopped her before she got to the door. "Here's some money, why don't you-"

"I don't want your whore money." Brooke spat. "Get out of my way."

Breathing hard still Mrs. Davidson gulped nervously and moved out of her way. "Brooke I-"

Watching the door slam shut she stood dumbfounded. She had moved to fast and now she was gone. Letting a tear fall Mrs. Davidson wiped her face and looked at the empty house. She had never felt so lost before.
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