SICK OF BEING HORNY: Dance Teacher, Lauren Debenedetta,41, Had Sex With Her Female Student


Original story at TheSun

Lauren Debenedetta, 41, had a sexual relationship with the 15-year-old girl for several weeks at Haven Dance Studio, Florida in 2016.

The girl's step-dad caught them in the act in her bedroom as he was checking up on his daughter, who had stayed home for a sick day.

Court documents showed Debenedetta called the pupil after learning she was staying home for the day, asking if she could come over.

The victim told police the relationship started as soon as she started classes at the studio.

Charlotte County Court heard Debenedetta would call the teen into her office during class, and would "kiss her on her mouth" and "touch her private parts".

It was then revealed Debenedetta gave the student a phone so they could privately exchange messages.

The girl told officers they performed sex acts at her house, Debenedetta's house and the dance studio.

Debenedetta has been found guilty on four counts of lewd or lascivious molestation, one count of lewd lascivious conduct and another count of lewd or lascivious battery.

It has been a while since we've had a bean-flicker; a Female-on-Female Teacher Sex Scandal; sliz-on-sliz sliding.

I announce to you, Lauren Debenedetta.

It is with no surprise that this story comes out of, non-other than the great Female Teacher Sex Scandal state of Florida. A state that is usually muggy, humid, and sticky. Lauren knows all about those last three adjectives, more specifically, Lauren's fingers knows exactly what I am talking about.

As we all know, Lauren was caught red handed by her 15-year-old female love interest's step-father.

Literally, red handed. Lauren's hand was most likely burning from buff'n that muff'n by the time she had to play 'Hide Your Horny Teacher' with her student.

A report via WWSB told of police finding a variety of messages including one series which involved the dance instructor and the teen student exchanging, ‘I love you!’ and ‘I love you too!’ on their phones.

Just picture in your head that moment. Picture the scenario: Lauren is a 41-year-old woman, yet, was caught in a scenario normally fitting for two horny teens trying to fuck while the parents are at work; a typical day of hooky.

It's pretty funny.

Both cases would be devastating. Either seeing your daughter getting plunged by some jock, trying to squeeze one into her End Zone. Or, seeing her female teacher attempting to hide her nude body moments after trying to create a human slip-and-slide by way of mounting mounds together.

This scenario on trial with Debenedetta, I would say, packs a double punch: Not only is it a teacher (authority figure of trust) but you just found out that your daughter likes the giner instead of the donger. Maybe she is bi-curious, who knows?

The point is, it's a sticky situation. Very sticky, indeed.

I will say, though, that something smells fishy, here. And no, it's not just the two cooters involved.

First off, the victim wasn't 'sick' on that fateful day at her home in Port Charlotte. I know the area well. It's a smaller town of the Punta Gorda, Metro area.

But I digress.

It was a ruse that only an amateur father could swallow hook, line and sinker. This was a classic teen 'sick day' that a lot of chick's take during adolescence: Some stay home 'sick' in order to have an all-day, masturbation marathon, due to gaining a recent knowledge and grasp on the subject. Some, wait for their equally horny female teacher to stop by for a' servicing.

The main evidence as to why the victim can't play dumb here is due to sex taking place. If it were a true 'sick' day, and you had the flu, a cold, runny nose, sore throat, the shits, the squirts, whatever, then why would anyone want to make-out with you, go down on you or even want to stay for more than a minute?

It was a planned affair. Nobody was sick.

They were just both sick of being horny. Little did they know, the victim's dad was just about to win the Father(step) of the Year award by checking-up on his little princess.

All the messages sent through Kik Messenger and Instagram between the defendant and the alleged victim were read out loud to the court.

In several messages, Debenedetta expressed her concern about the growing relationship between her and the alleged victim. “I just don’t want to get arrested,” she said in one of the Kik messages. source NBC-2.com

Lauren understood consciously that what she was doing was wrong. All of these female teacher's understand this, even though most of them plead otherwise. They are full-of-shit if they say they never knew it was against the law.

Women are pretty stupid, but come'on, you ladies aren't that stupid. I know, I am full of compliments today. You're welcome.

The statements from Lauren's victim, the 15-year-old love interest/student/minor is even more interesting.

The alleged victim in the case took the stand, facing her former dance teacher for the first time.

“She kissed me and started to touch me inappropriately,” the victim said.

source NBC-2.com The alleged victim’s family, as well as law enforcement officers, took the stand for the state. Her family detailed the changes they saw in her as the relationship with Debenedetta continued. “School work... she had stopped doing it," the victim's mother said. "And then she had lost about 10 pounds."

The public and jurors will see a 15-year-old female whose mental faculties and physical health were hindered due to the sexual abuse from Debenedetta. The only thing I can gleam is a girl who just wanted to look good for her lover, by dropping that spare tire!

It's hard to stay focused on school work when sex is on the brain. And, it is equally as hard when your horny female teacher is pulling you into her office in order to have a CEO, #MeToo moment with you.

The victim told police that the married dance teacher would call her into her office during classes at the now-closed Haven Dance in North Port to kiss her on the mouth and touch her breasts and vagina after taking the girl’s clothes off, WZVN reports.

An honest opinion, these two are lovers: The victim has to put up a front and play the Game solely because daddy had caught them in the act. The passion is there, you can tell by all the steamy details and encounters. To save face, the Game has to be played: Victim and the perp/perv/forced aggressor.

It reminds one a lot of the classic Clandestine affair scenario, in which a woman will be fucking around on her boyfriend or husband with some druggy, thug or Chad.

The tingles are real and so are the orgasms.

However, suddenly, they are caught or found-out. Thus, women will always try to save themselves and save face. Who is the bad guy? Well, it's going to have to be the side-piece so that she looks innocent. "He forced himself onto me!", "He raped me...."

Whoever is in the position of strength or authority is usually the one who is sacrificed due to leverage and the optics of exploitation.

If Lauren were a teen herself, it would've been fine. She may act like one, but she is factually a 41-year-old who should know better; a woman who should know how to control her quivering cooter by now; Amazon has a lot of great vibrators.

Now, Lauren is going to serve 26-years in prison. Given her penchant for snatch, she should fit-in well.

The Report Card

Methodology:

Lauren played both the 'man' and the 'woman' in this love affair: Aggressive and confident groping, fondling, flicking and fingering at the office with the door closed; bringing over a bowl of soup and then proceeding to give head. If you have ever wondered where all the 'wife material' chicks are: They are out at a clam-jam; fetching bowls of soup for their lesbian lovers and punch'n before munch'n.

Buying the victim a burner phone and installing Kik; Lauren is a teen-girl whisperer.

Where Lauren's plan failed was trying to diddle on a 'sick day'. Lauren's brain was probably too fogged-up from all the steamy juices emanating from her twat, that she missed the fact that a teen's parent(s) will at some point throughout the day, check-in on their 'sick' daughter.

Port Charlotte is a pretty affluent area, predominately White (people with jobs) and married households make-up the majority. Chances are, the kid's parents are not losers and care for their children.

If it were the ghetto slums of ChicagoLand, Lauren could've stayed the night.

A-

Integrity:

Lauren is supposedly married. Me thinks that she never once brought home a bowl of soup to her hubby when he was sick; the blowjobs had probably ceased since the vows were uttered.

Teachers are suppose to be flexible with their schedules. Lauren is flexible, in more ways than one given her background in dance and in tribadism.

B+

Presentation/looks:

The tic-tac lickers are always the hardest to grade because we, as guys, only know what the optics should look like for us. If we were to put ourselves in the shoes of a dyke, I would say that you could do worse than Lauren. For 41-years-old, as far as having a clam jam, Lauren would'n't crush your pelvis like a typical butch bull-dyke with a biker belly.

Her tits seem to have some morning perk to them as well.

At 41-years of age, Lauren would almost have a triple-decade worth of experience in the art of Mound massaging, clit-flicking, muff-buffing and slip-and-slide adventures. It's no wonder why they exchanged "I love you" messages back and forth.

The orgasms must've been, countless. The soup would've been ice cold on the nightstand.

Lauren, though, falls into the rare category of her Mug shot being better than her Court face.

If this were a regular FTSS involving a male, I would say planning a 'sick day' for Lauren would be a tad much.

"Lauren, the public is dying to know.......was the soup homemade?"

If the victim looks anything like her mom, we could say that losing 10 pounds is a good start. Lauren Debenedetta could be painted as a 'good motivator'.

C+

Personal Notes: A bowl of soup and some orgasms while you are 'sick'. The perfect lesbian wife.

Overall Grade

B

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