It was the summer I turned seventeen, and me and my friend Ida were on our way to our first festival to see the likes of Snoop, M.I.A, Foo Fighters, and lots of other bands. We were going to camp in our brand new and not very large tent, meet boys, stay up late and maybe even sneak in a beer or two. It was going to be The Greatest Summer Ever, if everything went as we had planned. 

I wasn’t even halfway through my train journey down south when I got a text from Ida. “Shit!” she wrote. “My boyfriend’s car broke down somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it tonight. I’ll catch the first train tomorrow morning. Promise! Are you ok with setting up the tent on your own?”

Lucky for both Ida and me, I used to be a girl scout, and getting a tent ready was not a problem at all. I could do it blindfolded in the dark. "That’s ok, babe," I answered. "I’m a big girl now. I can take care of myself! See you tomorrow! It’ll be FUN!"

Well, I said I was a "big girl", but I’m only five feet . tall. But my personality is big, though!

Arriving at the festival camp, I found a nice spot to set up the tent. Not too crowded and I spotted quite a few girls in the tents next to me. That always feels safe and is also a guarantee for great parties late at night. Even if I saw all the girls around me, I think it must have taken less than two minutes before I had a bunch of boys offering to help me with my living quarters. I’m not going to lie, some of them were really cute, but a few years older than me. I thanked them politely for their offers, but told them I didn’t really need any help with the tent. At least not for now.

With the tent finally in place, I started unpacking and getting ready for the first evening of the festival. As Ida still was half a day away, I planned on meeting some other friends from college later. I changed out of my Juicy tracksuit (remember them? With the word JUICY across the ass?) and started changing into my white, low rise, skinny jeans, pink top and white sneakers. 

As I was rummaging in the corner of the tent with my ass in the air, looking for my lipstick that had rolled under my inflatable mattress, I heard a woman say, "Oh…hi, Tina!” I could recognize that voice anywhere. Miss Eriksen! My undeniably pretty, but super strict history teacher for the last year! 

"Ms. Eriksen! Why? What? Why? How?" I was stuttering. What the fuck was she doing here? At a festival? Shouldn’t she be at home watching documentaries about Roman emperors or something?

She started stuttering too. "Oh, Tina, well, what, well…" She started laughing. I had never heard Miss Eriksen laugh before and I was shocked to learn that her laugh was actually really beautiful and kinda cute. And she smiled! What the fuck! A smile from Miss Eriksen! That was a first!

"I didn’t mean to startle you, Tina. I’m so sorry. I saw you from over there and I thought it would be nice to come over and say hello. And relax, I’m not Miss Eriksen when I’m here. You may call me Marie, ok?"

"Oh, ok, Miss…sorry, Marie!”

We both laughed at the awkward and surprising moment we just shared. "You really know your way around a tent, young lady! Impressive how fast you got this tent of yours standing! Let me guess…girl scout?" She looked genuinely impressed. I smiled at her "Yes, Miss Eri…fuck! Sorry, MARIE! And sorry about the swearing!” 

She put her hand on top of mine, smiled and said "That’s ok sweetie. Relax. When we’re here I’m not your teacher." I don’t know why, but as her hand touched mine I felt my heart racing and my ears tingling. "What’s this?" I thought. "And why the fuck is she still holding my hand?" 

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, winked and with a twinkle in her eye she asked "So, when are you gonna offer me a glass of that white wine you’ve tried to hide under your pillow?"

I blushed once more and started fumbling my words again, but she calmed me down by putting my hand in hers, reassuring me with "I won’t tell anyone about the wine or anything else you get up to here at the festival. Okay?"

Miss Eriksen was actually super charming! And cool! Who would have thought? 

As I turned around I could swear I heard her say "wow" under her breath, but the camp was full of sounds and smells, so I told myself that the "wow" came from outside the tent. Miss Eriksen wasn’t a person who would say Wow, surely? 

I poured my cheap white wine into two plastic cups and gave one to her. I said "Cheers" and what was the first word out of her mouth? You guessed it! It was "Wow!” And that Wow sounded very much like the one I heard when I turned my ass in her direction only one minute ago! 

I wasn’t a stranger to wine drinking and Ida and I always did the same thing when we opened up the first bottle of the evening. We poured us a glass and said "Bottoms up!" and chugged it. 

Without considering I was in a tent with Miss Eriksen and not Ida, I did as I always did and said, "Bottoms up!" Miss Eriksen raised her glass, took a moment to look me straight in the eye and said, "Yes please…"

She kept looking at me with her ice blue eyes and whispered, "Yes, please…" as she touched my face with her perfectly manicured fingers. I have no idea what I was thinking, but blood was rushing to every single erogenous zone in my body at the same time. 

"Is this really happening?" I thought to myself. "Am I turned on by Miss Eriksen?" Without thinking, keeping eye contact, I leaned in and placed my lips on hers. With no hesitation, she opened her lips and gave me access to her tongue. The taste of her lips was a mix of cherry lipstick and white wine. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my lips even harder against hers. "I’m making Miss Eriksen horny! Fuck!" I thought to myself as I felt my nipples harden . 

She let go of my face and stopped kissing me for a second, looking at me with a look of lust. "There they are!" she said. "My favourite nipples in the whole world!" I looked down and there they most definitely were! My nipples were harder than they had ever been and were poking directly at my 34 year old history teacher. 

She looked at me. "May I?" she said looking at my teen nipples. "Of course, Miss Eriksen" I whispered. "Oh, I like that you call me Miss Eriksen…"

She didn’t hesitate for a second and grabbed my left nipple with two of her fingers, squeezing it really hard, pulling it and giving it a slight twist. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Tina. Seeing them poking at me in class…fuck, I’ve been dreaming of them!"

I could feel my pussy making my panties soaking wet as she asked, "May I play with them a little bit more? You know…the way I’ve dreamt of playing with them?" I nodded, biting my lip and trying not to start touching myself. 

She pulled my top off, exposing my young tits and my poking nipples. "Just relax," she whispered. "Let me play and you won’t regret it."

She gave me a deep, wet kiss as she grabbed both my nipples, squeezing them really hard. It hurt a bit, but in a good way. I had been using nipple clamps for a couple of years, so I was used to that special sensation of pleasure, pressure and stretching she was giving me. 

She went straight to work by pulling my young nipples as far as she could. "Fuck, yeah, Tina! You’re so fucking hot!" 

I couldn’t really get my head around the bizarre situation I was in. Getting my nipples played with by Miss Eriksen had not been on my bingo card. Until now! 

I lay down on my back, wearing nothing but my low cut jeans and sneakers, while Miss Eriksen was fully clothed. As I was on my back, she leaned over me, smiling and slightly moaning, while pulling my nipples straight up against the roof of my tent. "Oh, sweetie, they stretch really well…now you play with them as I undress the rest of that beautiful seventeen year old body of yours…"

I kicked my shoes off and Miss Eriksen pulled my jeans and panties off, exposing my shaved pussy. "Spread those legs, sweetie. And let Miss Eriksen have a look at you!" I kept pulling my nipples really hard as I spread my legs for her. I could see her leaning in, her hair brushing the insides of my legs. I could hear her take a deep sniff. "Fuck, that smells so good, Tina. You smell exactly like I’ve fantasised about you in history class.”

Her breath was like a warm breeze on my soaking wet pussy. 

"So, sweetie…is that clit of yours always this…juicy?" 

I was known for having an above average size clit and when I was horny, it always got even bigger. 

Miss Eriksen made a sound I can only describe as a deep purr. Suddenly she sat up and said, "Be a good girl and wait here. Lift your legs up and spread them while I go and get something in my tent. And while you wait, taste this..." 

She put her right hand down the front of her panties for ten seconds, moaned loudly and pulled out four soaking wet fingers that she stuffed into my mouth. "I’ll be right back, sweetie" she said as I was taking in the delicious taste of my teacher’s pussy juices.

I was left naked in my tent, legs up high and spread wide as I heard the neighbouring tents having parties around me. "What the fuck am I doing?” I thought, but before I answered my own question Miss Eriksen appeared in the opening of the tent, holding a chain in her right hand. At both ends of the chain was a clamp.

"What are we gonna do with these then, sweetie? Hmm? You might think one for each nipple?"

I nodded. 

She wiggled her index finger "No, no…How about one on your right nipple?" she said, putting the clamp on my stretched nipple. "And how about this one on the lovely, juicy thing down here?" She leaned in between my legs and took my large clit between her luscious lips. And she started sucking it like I used to suck guys' dicks. She gave me a fucking blow job! My clit was rock hard when she gently put the second clamp on my clit.

"You like that, sweetie?"

I nodded.

She gave the chain a gentle pull, sending shivers through my body. My pussy juices were all over the place as the still fully dressed Miss Eriksen started sucking on my left nipple like there was no tomorrow. 

Every now and then she pulled the chain, making my swollen clit tingle harder and harder. She kept sucking my nipple really hard, sending me closer and closer to orgasm. After fifteen minutes of yanking the chain and sucking my young, hard nipple, she looked at me, smiling.

"You’re gonna cum for Miss Eriksen, sweetie." She took the clamp from my clit and placed it on my wet, slightly sore and very protruding nipple, before putting her lips around my large clit. I was SO ready to cum!

She stopped, looked up at me.

"Are you ready to cum in Miss Eriksen’s mouth, sweetie?"

I nodded.

"I’ve dreamt of this every single time I’ve seen you in class, Tina. You’ve been a naughty girl…"

I was so close to orgasm. "Yes, Miss Eriksen! I’ve been a naughty girl. Now suck me, please!" 

She grinned and whispered, "I’m gonna blow that big teen clit and you’re gonna cum in Miss Eiksen’s mouth like the naughty girl you are."

She took my clit in her mouth and gave me something I can only describe as a perfect blowjob. My clit was so hard and as I was grinding it inside Miss Eriksen’s mouth and onto her swirling tongue, I felt two of her fingers slide up my soaking wet ass, sending me into the most insane orgasm imaginable. My pussy was squirting all over Miss Eriksen’s perfect, thirty-four-year-old face. 

And she kept on sucking and fingering my ass! I could feel my clit growing even bigger as she sent me into a second and third orgasm. 

As my body collapsed on my inflatable mattress, she leaned back, sucking the fingers that had been in my ass seconds earlier. "That wasn't too bad, was it Tina?" I shook my head, smiling. "That was fucking awesome, Miss Eriksen!"

She looked at me, pretending to be shocked. "Language, young woman! No swearing in Miss Eriksen’s class!" She winked, gave me a kiss, and whispered, "Keep the clamps. I’ll come back tonight to collect them…"