![]() No one at school had really caught her attention, although one or two of the younger males had tried to entice her. Sexually, she was relatively inexperienced, having had few lovers and those, in the main, also inexperienced, so that she was left with the sense that somewhere out there was the one who could transform her, bring out the swan hiding behind the ugly duckling. She was able to find something witty to say about almost any subject and often had the crowd in the staffroom hooting with laughter as she made some cutting observation about the day's events. ![]() And, last, but by no means least, was her wickedly dry sense of humour. When she turned it on she found that she could defuse a difficult situation and transform anger into calmness. Her smile had the power to transform her ordinary face.Äazzling is an over worked word but it did come close to describing the effect it had on people. ![]() Dark brown, almost black in some lights, sparklingly clear and with a direct gaze that some had described as a "come to bed" look. But, she did have three assets that marked her out from the crowd. Average height, average body size, average bra size. She wasn't one of those girls that turned heads in the street, wasn't the sultry temptress that one often reads about in stories like this, didn't have the perfect figure with huge breasts bursting out of everything she wore, in fact, she was average. Celibacy had become the norm, not that she was ever the promiscuous type and masturbation was her only relief. Times when she longed for someone to hold her, to comfort her, to cuddle her as she drifted off to sleep. Jenny had joined the staff that September, fresh from training and was still coming to grips with the reality of teaching in a large comprehensive school, trying to remember everyone's name, working out who was who, where she should be at any given time, why she'd ever thought that teaching was a good idea in the first place! It was getting easier by the day and she'd found all the more experienced staff only too willing to help with little tips and hints, supporting her when she had trouble, reassuring her that it wasn't bad all the time! But there were still times, particularly when she was at home in her small flat at night, alone, far from family and friends, that she felt lonely and insecure. A group of friends, colleagues, relaxing in the pub after a hard day's work trying to cram some knowledge into the unreceptive minds of young people more concerned with the rapidly approaching festive season. Stories Hub / Lesbian Sex / The Magic of a Kiss The Magic of a Kiss
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