Miss Richardson locked the door and told Emmylou to set down her books. She took the little girl by the hand and pulled her toward her.

"The first thing you have to learn is how to kiss," Roberta Jean said. The tall blonde made a purring sound deep inside her throat.

Miss Richardson sounded very sexy – and remarkably like a real cat – when she made that feline purring noise. Emmylou's nipples were hard beneath her blouse.

Emmylou placed her hands on the back of Miss Richardson's neck. She folded her fingers together beneath the base of the blonde's skull.

Miss Richardson wrapped her arms around Emmylou's extraordinarily slender waist. They pressed the fronts of their bodies together snugly.

Miss Richardson was a good deal taller than the little girl. She stooped and Emmylou got up on her toes as their faces moved closer together.

Their faces moved together as if they were moving in slow motion. They both closed their eyes instinctively. They paused when their mouths were only a fraction of an inch apart.

For that fraction of a second they could feel each other's hot moist breath. Emmylou could feel her respiratory system being affected by her lust.

The little girl could feel her breaths getting shorter and closer together. Emmylou realized that she was panting – panting just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become. Then Miss Richardson pressed her lips fully over Emmylou's super hungry mouth. The kiss felt even better than Emmylou had anticipated.

They kissed with only their lips for a spell, writhing their mouths together like two sets of sensuous pillows. Then their mouths opened.

Just as if they had rehearsed the kiss many times before in the past, each offered the tip of her tongue at the same time. Their tongue tips touched.

Emmylou shivered with delight. They flicked the tips of their tasters together and then began to roll their tongues over one another.