"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.