Confessions Of A High School Guidance Counselor

This is a four part saga about a year in the life of
high school guidance counselor George Quinn. George
often crosses the line, between personal and
professional, when counseling his young, female
students. Part 4 is about how he counseled Erica, a
sixteen year old Junior, who was dancing and turning
tricks at the local strip club. (MF, 1st, oral)

***


Erica was my first real serious counseling case. I got
a report in April, through an anonymous e-mail, that a
student Erica Crawford had been dancing and turning
tricks, each evening, at the local strip club.

Since I did not really know who she was, I decided to
look her up at school. Checking her schedule, I saw
that she had lunch this hour, and I went to the
lunchroom. The lunchroom supervisor pointed her out to
me.

Erica was sixteen years old, and a Junior. She was
about 5-feet, 7-inches tall, had long red hair, green
eyes and freckles. Her figure was stunning with 36D
breasts, a thin waist, and a firm, round butt.

Her attire was that of your typical eleventh grade
schoolgirl, bordering on the sexy side. She had on a
red, plaid mini skirt, and a tight white button-down
blouse. Her breasts strained against the top and her
nipples were visible beneath the white cotton.
Apparently she wasn't wearing a bra. Erica was sitting
with a group of similarly dressed girls. Remember,
there was no dress code at the school.

Being that this was such a delicate situation, I
decided that I needed to be sure the tip was true,
before confronting her.

***

It was Friday night, and luckily I had nothing to do,
so I headed over to the far side of town, to the only
strip club, which was blatantly called Beavers. (I was
happy to see that this was a totally nude place, for
I'm a "pussy man" at heart.)

After paying the cover, I entered. It was your typical
strip club, dark with a stage and tip rail in the
center. Surrounding it were a number of small tables
and around the outside was a curtained VIP room. I
choose a table, ordered a beer from the scantily clad
waitress, and sat back to enjoy the show.

The tall brunette on stage was well into her routine,
and topless wearing only a G-string. Surprisingly, she
seemed a little young for working here. Her breasts
were amazing. As she came toward the end of her dance,
she removed the G-sting, revealing a plush, bare
pussy. As the music came to an end, she went over and
joined a table of businessmen for drinks.

Next on stage was a petite dancer, dressed as a
schoolgirl. She was introduced as Bookworm Sally.
Sally looked young, though I knew you needed to be
eighteen to work here. She had black hair, which was
braided in two pigtails. Her brown eyes were framed by
a pair of round glasses. During the first part of her
routine, she danced while removing her glasses and
white blouse. Underneath she wore a plain, cotton,
training type bra. She soon removed it to reveal two
cute B-cup breasts, which she innocently paraded
around stage.

Next Sally stepped out of her wool plaid skirt,
swaying around in a pair of white cotton bikini
panties, knee socks and tennis shoes. Her butt looked
fantastic as the panties hugged her buns and there was
a visible protrusion in the area of her crotch.
Finally the panties came off, revealing a smooth,
shaved pussy, making the schoolgirl fantasy, even more
real. After some leg raises and spreading on stage,
the song ended, she grabbed her clothes, and retreated
into the crowd.

I wanted to spend some time with her, but she was
whisked away to the VIP room, before she got to my
table.

I watched several more strippers perform, and didn't
see Erica either on stage or working the tables. I was
about to leave, when the DJ made the next
introduction.

"Please direct your attention to the stage and welcome
Exercise Erica."

Onto the stage skipped a cute redhead to the music of
"Let's Get Physical". She was in a bright red leotard
and white thigh highs. It was Erica. I was puzzled,
her student folder said she was sixteen, yet I knew
you had to be eighteen to work here. The tight leotard
accentuated her magnificent body. Her 36D breasts
bounced in time to her dancing and her nipples poked
out of the thin fabric. Laying on her back, she did a
series of leg spreads which showed off her cameltoe
quite nicely.

I wanted to get a closer look, so I moved up to the
tip rail. I didn't think she would recognize me,
seeing that we never met and especially since it was
so dark. I joined several others, stuffing dollar
bills into her garter at the top of her thigh highs.

Soon she peeled her top down showing off her milky
white, freckle covered, breasts. Even though they were
quite ample, they had absolutely no droop whatsoever.
Young and pert was a perfect description. Her nipples
were sticking straight out and her freckles nearly
matched the red of her leotard.

As she got up and did several spins around the pole,
she peeled her leotard further down her body, past her
hips, and finally completely off.

Her butt was perfectly proportion to her body, and was
also covered with freckles. When she turned around, I
got my first peek at her sixteen year old pussy. I was
glad I was up close. Unlike the rest of the girls, her
pussy was covered with a neatly trimmed layer, of red
pussy hair. Her lips were full and plush. There was a
defined slit right down the center.

The music changed to a slow sensual song. With that,
Erica got on her back, in front of me. She started
doing wide leg spreads. Her slit splayed open, and I
noticed a coating of moisture inside.

I tipped her a twenty, and she stayed in front of me.
She pushed her hips up in the air, and started doing
pelvic thrusts. This gave me a good look at her
vaginal opening, which was even more moist than her
slit.

After a few minutes of this, she moved on to the next
guy. I had real mixed feelings about this. On one had,
this was one of the students I was supposed to counsel
and protect, on the other hand, hard-ons don't lie.

When the music stopped, she gathered her leotard, and
started working her way down the line, trying to
solicit private dances. Before she got to me, Sally
appeared at my side, in her schoolgirl outfit, and
asked if I wanted to join her in the VIP room.
Figuring, I shouldn't risk being recognized by Erica,
I took Sally up on her offer.

Sally took my hand and led me to the VIP room. It
consisted of a series of dimly lit private booths,
with plush padded arm less chairs.

Sally sat me down, removed her glasses, and then
spoke.

"Hi, my name is Sally," she started, "Lap dances are
$25 clothed, $50 for me nude, and $75 if you want to
take off your pants too. The law doesn't allow sexual
contact, but for $100, sometimes I can't control where
your cock will end up during the dance!"

It was a no brainer. I handed her $100.

"Just one question," I asked her, "how old are you?"

"Oh, I'm eighteen," she answered.

"No, how old, really? I pressed.

"Well f******n, if you must know. I have a false ID.
All of the girls do. But I'm pretty sure you won't
tell now, will you?" she said, smiling.

"Oh, your secret's safe with me," I answered. "And
another thing, I just love your schoolgirl outfit. You
don't have to get fully naked, just remove your
panties."

Sally nodded OK, and reached down and pulled off her
panties, as I shed my pants and underwear.

As the music pulsated, she turned away from me, lifted
her plaid skirt, and sat backward on my lap. As she
ground back and fourth, my cock was at full attention.
The back of my shaft slid against the front of her
bare slit. Seeing her on stage, I saw how smooth her
pussy was. I didn't realize just how wet she was,
also.

Her pigtails, flapped as she wiggled, and I bent down
and kissed the nape of her neck. She seemed to start
getting turned on. I then reached forward, underneath
her blouse, and saw she didn't have on her bra. I felt
up her B-cup breasts with my hands and massaged them.
My palms completely covered her small mounds, prodding
her nipples to attention. Her breathing was heavy and
quick.

After a while more of this, she swiveled and turned
toward me, resting her legs on each side of my hips.
As she turned toward me, she had to lift her pelvis
up, and when she came down, my penis plunged right
into her vaginal opening. It was super wet, and as she
pushed down further, it went all the way in.

The feeling was incredible, it was so tight and hot, I
couldn't help but rest inside her for a moment. After
a while, it was Sally who began to rock up and down to
the music. Her pussy walls clung to my cockhead, like
a velvet vice. Every nerve ending in my shaft was on
edge.

We pumped in and out deeply, for ten minutes, and as I
felt myself about to cum, I started to withdraw. Sally
sensed this and whispered in my ear, "No need to pull
out, I'm on the pill."

She then bore down on me, and I came deep inside her
vagina. As the first spurts of my ejaculation started,
the walls of her vagina started to spasm. Her
contractions were strong, causing me to empty a full
load into her pussy. I stayed inside her for a while.
Sally bent her head up, and gave me a small, yet
passionate kiss.

She then stood up, and holding her hand under her
pussy, and caught as much semen as she could dripping
from her. Going over to the side, she took a handful
of tissues from a box, and cleaned herself off. I put
my pants on, and handed her an extra twenty dollar
bill.

"Thank you Mr. Quinn." she smiled.

"Holy shit!" I thought. "I'm screwed!"

I rushed out, as quickly as I could. As I did, I
passed Erica leading a tall businessman into the room.

***

I was paranoid the whole rest of the weekend. I
thought each knock at my door, was the police. By the
time Monday came, common sense took over, and a
realized Sally had just as much to lose as me. I knew
that I still had to deal with the Erica situation
though.

I summoned Erica to my office during her study hall.
She was dressed the same as I first saw her. It was
hard for me to concentrate and I couldn't help but
visualize her nude.

"Hi," I said, "my name is Mr. Quinn, your guidance
counselor. I need to talk to you about a delicate
subject. I got a tip, that you are dancing at a strip
club, and even having, um... sex with the customers.
If this is true, I need to get you some help."

"What kind of help?" she asked.

"Well technically, I am supposed to report you to
c***d Protective Services." I said. "They can
intervene and get you out of any problem situation,
you may have gotten yourself into."

"And what about you?" she replied. "Who's going to get
you out of your problem situation?"

"What problem situation?" I asked.

"Well how about FUCKING a f******n year old?" she
answered. "Did you know, Sally a friend of mine and
also a student here? And how do you think people would
feel, if they knew you gave me, a sixteen year old,
money to look at my PUSSY? I believe these dollar
bills and this twenty, have your finger prints on
them.

Thinking quickly, I replied. "I said, I should report
you, not I would report you. I am a counselor. No need
to bring anyone else into this. Let me do my job. We
should probably meet outside of school, however.
Here's my address. Meet me there at 4:00. I'm sure we
can work things out."

Erica took the piece of paper, and left. I hoped she
would agree to this solution.

***

I was getting nervous, when I heard a knock at my door
at 4:15. It was Erica. I let her in and she took a
seat across from me in the living room. She was still
dressed in her short schoolgirl skirt, which rode up,
exposing her milky, freckled thighs.

I needed to talk to her. I needed to figure out how I
could both fulfill my counseling obligations and keep
out of trouble at the same time.

I asked her questions about herself and her family
which she answered with only minimal detail. I was
trying to ascertain why she was stripping and having
sex, but to no avail.

Finally I asked her about her father, and that seemed
to open the floodgates. She went into great detail,
about how her father never paid any attention to her,
how he never gave her any praise, never even gave her
a compliment.

Then she told me about her dad's slightly older
brother and how he treated her so much better. She
remembered, when he first started baby-sitting for her
at ten years old and told me stories of how much
attention he paid to her, when giving her a bath or
helping to dress her.

Erica then got very emotional as she told me the story
of how she lost her virginity.

Erica explained, "I was eleven years old, and my uncle
was baby-sitting for me again. It was bath time, and
my uncle was running the water as I was getting
undressed beside him as I had always done. He made a
comment that my breasts were getting bigger and that I
was starting to get some hair on my pussy. He said I
was beginning to be a real beauty. I blushed and got
into the tub. As he washed me, his hands lingered on
my breasts. He told me how lovely they were and I can
still remember how good it felt."

"Then he reached down to wash between my legs. He
dwelled down there longer than usual, rubbing the wash
cloth up and down my slit. I was starting to get a
tingly feeling all over. I noticed a bulge in his
pants and asked if anything was wrong."

"He said on the contrary, everything was just fine.
When a man thinks a girl is beautiful, he sometimes
gets hard down there. I was flattered that he thought
I was beautiful."

"I asked if it was uncomfortable down there, and if he
wanted to take off his pants. (I think I just wanted
to see what was inside his pants, since I never saw a
man's thing before.)"

"He said sure, and in a moment, was naked sitting
beside the tub. I wanted to get a better look at him,
so I asked him to join me in the water, since I knew
it was his turn for a bath after mine."

"When he got in, opposite me, I couldn't help staring
at his penis. It seemed really big to me, an eleven
year old. Knowing nothing about sex or the male body
yet, I started to ask him all kinds of questions. I
really wanted to know why it got so big all of a
sudden. I reached over to feel it, and he did not stop
me."

"He tried to explain arousal, and that a man's penis
needed to be hard to fit into a women's vagina. I
asked if he meant pussy and pointed to mine. He said
yes, right here, as he put his finger at the entrance
of my vagina, like he had many times while washing
me."

"I told him I didn't think it would fit, as I pushed
his finger into me several inches. I told him nothing
could go in further than two inches. I had tried many
times with my fingers. He explained that was because
of my hymen, and that it needed to be broken in order
for me to become a woman."

"That was all I needed to hear, and I scooted up and
straddled his hips. I lifted my pelvis up, and
centered my opening over his penis."

"He told me how beautiful I was and I bore down and
pushed him into me. I felt a slight pain, as he went
all the way into me and then my bottom landed on his
thighs. I stayed like that for a while until the pain
went away. Meanwhile he bent forward and kissed me,
but not like his usual uncle kisses, but with a
passionate open mouth kiss."

"I don't know how I knew, but I started to rock up and
down, over his penis, letting him pump in and out of
me. It felt really good, and I pumped faster and
faster. All of a sudden I got a funny feeling inside
of me, and my insides started to shake. At the same
time, I felt something hot and wet wash into my
vagina.

"I learned later, that was my first orgasm and he had
cum inside me. Luckily I had not started my periods
yet, so there was nothing to worry about. When I
lifted myself off of him, globs of white stuff, which
I later learned was semen, and a little blood, floated
to the top of the bath water."

"We continued to have sex for many months. My uncle
always told me how beautiful I was and paid a lot of
attention to me. When I finally reached puberty at
twelve, he got me put on the pill."

"Unfortunately my uncle took a job out of state. I
don't see him much anymore. I have had lots of men
since. One even got me a false ID, so I could work at
the strip club. You'd be surprised how much attention
I get now."

"That's quite a story." I said. "It really explains
why you are doing what you are doing."

"What do you mean?" Erica asked.

"Well it's very clear," I explained, "you are using
stripping and sex to try to get the attention your
father never gave you, and to get back the attention
your uncle did give you."

"Wow, I think you're right!" Erica exclaimed. "So now
what?"

"I don't know." I answered. "We need to get together
tomorrow, and figure it out."

"Thank you!" she said, as she threw her arms around me
in a big embrace. As she did, she lingered longer than
I expected, pressing her breasts onto my chest, and
leaning her pelvis onto my cock, which was hard after
hearing her story. She paused a moment, and looked
right into my eyes, as if to say something else, but
then unclenched her arms and left.

***

The next day, I didn't have to wait. Right at 4:00,
there was a knock and the door and I let Erica in. She
was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but
also brought along a small duffle bag. Instead of
greeting me with a reluctant hello like yesterday, I
was treated to another big hug.

"Thanks again for helping me to understand myself."
she said. "You're the best counselor ever."

"I'm glad you understand, how you have to change your
life." I said.

"Yea, I understand. By the way, I need to use your
bathroom." she said as she left picking up her duffle.

When she returned, I was shocked. She came out in her
bright red leotard and white thigh highs.

"I thought you understood?" I said.

"I do understand." she said. "I understand this is
what I was meant to do with my life. This is how to
get the attention I need."

She went over to my CD player and popped in a disc. A
slow song started to play. She walked over in front of
where I was sitting, and started slow, sensuous
gyrations.

Looking me in the eyes, she spoke. "Don't you agree?
Are you not giving me your full attention?"

I could only surrender now, to the sixteen year old
before me. I not only stared at her magnificent
breasts, straining at the Lycra, but I reached out,
and massaged each one.

The cameltoe in my face, was too much to resist. I
rubbed my finger up and down across her slit. It
started to get moist and I got a subtle whiff of her
arousal.

I pulled the crotch off to one side and was face to
face with her red haired pussy. Her pussy lips were so
plush and puffy, I had to have a feel. I placed my
middle finger, in her slit, and worked it back and
forth into her inner lips. They were so smooth and
moist. I slid my finger lower, found her vaginal
opening, and pushed forward. There being no hymen, I
slid all the way in. I heard a deep moan. I started to
pump in and out, with ever increasing strokes. She
loved getting finger fucked but I could tell she
wanted more.

She started to pull down the top of her leotard but I
stopped her. There was something else I wanted to do
before she was naked. I have always liked the inside
of a girl's thigh, between the top of a thigh high and
the crotch of a leotard. The soft milky skin there, is
one of my favorite parts of a girl.

I pushed Erica down on the couch onto her back, and
put my mouth between her legs. I placed little kisses
on the upper, inner thigh of first one leg and then
the other.

It was a different experience for Erica, one that she
seemed to like. She reached down, and slid the crotch
of her leotard, off to one side. Her plush, sixteen
year old, pussy, was again, right there in my face.

I had no choice but to put my mouth right on it. My
tongue found her wet vaginal opening at the bottom,
and traced its way up her slit, to the clitoris,
emerging from the trimmed patch of red pubic hair.

I traced little circles around her bud with my tongue.
After a while of this, her whole body rocked in an
explosive orgasm.

After taking a while to calm down, Erica pulled off
all my clothes and sat me back down. My cock was
pointing straight up. Erica kneeled in front of me,
and popped it right into her mouth. Due to her
experience, she was an expert at cock sucking. After
concentrating on the head, she deep throated my entire
eight inches, balls deep, using her tongue to lick the
underside of my shaft as she did.

The feeling was incredible, but I knew I wouldn't last
long and I wanted to fuck that red haired pussy, so I
pulled her away and laid her back on her back.

I reached up and started to peel the leotard off. Her
body emerged, a little at a time. First her 36D
breasts and pink nipples, sprung free, as if escaping
from a restraint. Next her pale body, covered in
freckles, was revealed. Finally, the red pubic hair
poked out leading the way to her plush, meaty pussy
lips. Though I saw it the other night, I was so close
now, that I even noticed the several freckles on her
full lips.

She started to climb over me, as if giving a lap
dance, but I shook my head no. I wanted to be in
control today. I pushed her back on her back. She knew
what I wanted and spread her legs. I could see her
moist vaginal entrance open up.

After placing my penis right on it, I pushed forward.
Being so wet, it slid in to the hilt. We both gasped
as I bottomed out. It was true what they say about
redheads. She was hot. Her inside body temperature,
was several degrees hotter than anyone else I had ever
fucked.

I started to pump slowly in and out. Erica raised her
legs, resting them on the back of my thighs. This
caused me to sink into her even deeper.

Even with her experience, her pussy was super tight.
The pussy walls seemed to cling to my cockhead, not
wanting ever to let go. I pumped in and out, in long
slow deep strokes. She tried to speed it up, but I
wanted to make it last so I didn't give in. She was
not so successful, however, and soon I felt her
vaginal walls start to ripple, and pulled out, letting
her second orgasm take over her body. She figured I
had cum too, and started to clean up. She was
surprised when I pushed her down and stuck my cock
back in.

I continued my deep strokes, but sped up a bit. This
time Erica wrapped her legs all the way around my
waist, and matched pace with my thrusting. We kept
this up for another 15 minutes and I felt her vagina
begin to expand and contract again.

Knowing she was on the pill, I didn't pull out, but
thrust as deep as I could into her vagina. My balls
emptied one of the biggest loads of cum ever, deep
inside her pussy. I stayed inside of her, even though
my hard-on began to deflate.

She was the first to speak.

"Now I need to be sure YOU understand!" she exclaimed
firmly. "No family Protective Services. I'll come over
for "counseling" and to show you my new dance routines
each week. I'll even bring over Sally and some of the
other girls for "counseling" sometimes."

"It's a deal!" I said, as I pulled out. Picking her
up, I carried Erica to the bathroom, and sat her on
the toilet. I watched as a steady stream of semen
leaked out into the bowl.

I ran a hot bath and lifted her in. Using a cloth and
some soap, I washed her all over from her breasts to
her pussy. She seemed to transform herself to another
place. She leaned up and gave me the most passionate
wet, open mouthed kiss I had ever had. This caused my
penis to get hard again. She reached out and pulled me
into the tub. Straddling my pelvis, she sank my
erection, into her now even hotter pussy. We fucked
like this for hours, I dumped multiple loads into her
pussy and she had more orgasms than I could count.
There was so much cum floating in the water, we had to
shower off.

We both kept our deal, I never said a word to anyone,
and she came over on a regular basis, sometimes even
bringing a friend. Luckily no one ever followed-up on
the anonymous tip.

After a while, our relationship became more than just
a deal. We were genuinely in love with each other.
After high school, Erica moved in with me. She quit
the strip club.

Evidently I was finally someone, who gave her all the
attention she ever needed.

The End