"Oh no. It's just that I am a counselor and you are a student. I could get fired if someone found out we were fooling around," the woman said.

"I see. The LAST thing I want to do is get you in any trouble, Miss Richardson," Emmylou said. The little girl was leaning forward in her chair. The little girl was rapidly opening and closing her knees – as if she were trying to fan the flame in her crotch.

"After school today I want you to come to my apartment. Do you know where it is?" Miss Richardson asked. Her pussy was moist with juice.

The tall blonde woman knew that it would not be long before her pussy wasn't just moist. Not just damp. Soon it would be soaking wet!

"I do know where it is. You live in that big apartment complex right on the edge of town, right?" Emmylou asked. Her heart was pounding.

Indeed, the little girl's heard was beating so hard at that point that the little girl feared it would pound its way right out of her chest.

"That's right. Apartment 609. If anyone asks why you are going there you just tell them that we are discussing plans for your future."

"There is some truth in that," Emmylou said. "I have to go now but I will be over to your apartment right after school is over. I am looking forward to it. I have been kept in the dark for so long. I feel as if one of the great mysteries of life is about to be solved for me."

It was ten minutes before four o'clock on that Friday afternoon when Emmylou knocked on the door of Roberta Jean Richardson's apartment.

Roberta Jean was there and waiting. The tall blonde opened the door and let Emmylou in. They could feel the heat of their mutual desire.

Indeed, for a moment they were standing so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's body. Both of their pussies were wet.