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"Through The Grape Vine"

By Hawk Richards
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It was early morning in the Faculty lounge; in fact, it was way too
early for some.  Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his
friends and colleagues, sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence.
It was his first day as a Professor at the Institute for Science and
Technology and already he was bored to tears.  He stared idly into the
newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while lounging his
tall frame on the hard couch.  As the lounge area started to get more
and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his
first lecture.  After a moment's hesitation, he dismissed the thought
of introducing himself to the newcomers, instead he left with a
casual, "Good Day" and a wink at the ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, "You know him, Janine.  What's the
scoop?"

"Who?  Dr. Jones?  Yes, we've met before," answered Janine.  In fact,
they had more than just met.  The two of them had become very intimate
very quickly at Berkeley several years ago.  It took her a couple of
months to recover from their caustic break up, but she still had the
urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly handsome features.  He
was the essence of danger, the definition of male chauvinism
personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

"He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly
qualified member of the scientific community," blurted out Dr. Ronald
Peterson.  Of course, anyone who didn't wear tweed, a pocket
protector, and spend enormous amounts of time bragging about their
success meant they probably were not, in Ron's book at least, a
"Scientific Mind." It especially meant they didn't deserve the praise
of all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his
brilliantly conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new
frontier of Nanotechnology.

"Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,"
said Janine. 

"From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager,
and has no respect for authority," spat Ron in disgust.  Tiny droplets
of spittle flew from Ron's mouth as he lectured on about the necessity
for authority and correct behavior being the most important
characteristics for any Instructor to have because without then chaos
would ensue.  "You see, we are considered role models!" he said, as
his hands flew up in agitation.

"I like this Dr. Jones already," whispered Dianne, diverting her
thoughts drifting back and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug.  "I
am certain he was watching me before he left," she thought as she
started to fidget with the top button of her blouse.  She had felt
that particular "something" emanating from his open-eyed stare.
Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal
magnetism drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

"Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and
his somewhat ground breaking work, he would only be an associate
professor at a small college in the middle of nowhere," droned Ron, as
he finally sputtered out of steam.

"Tell us more about him, Janine.  This is getting interesting."

 "Well, he is a womanizer.  He drinks too much...and, all in all, he
is a bad influence."

"Didn't he win that triathlon last year?" asked Lydia, whom up to this
moment sat idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest
rerun of "Seinfeld."

"He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut!  Make up your minds,"
demanded Dianne in mock anger.

"Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense.  He has been married four
times.  Each wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving.
His first wife was a lawyer.  She wanted to change him.  His second
wife was a doctor.  She wanted to settle down and have a family.  His
third wife caught him cheating on her with her own sister."

"His wife's sister?  How tacky," blurted Ron

"And his fourth wife?" asked Dianne.

"Back on the prowl again, Di?  Thought you were going with that
beefcake soldier boy?  What's his name Biff?" stabbed Ron, with his
searing, highbrow sarcasm.

"No, his name was Bill," she replied, licking her lips suggestively,
thus causing Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced:
"Well, I must go prepare for my 10:00."  She was sure old Ronny had a
severe crush on her and she did everything she possibly could to
frustrate the poor bugger.

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the
partially open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into
her jogging outfit.  She found that changing in her office saved her
some extra time before she did her daily exercise routine.  Moreover,
it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he watched her from his
window as she bounced her way down the front steps.  She still smirked
every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst through
the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked
him in the groin.  She had often wondered just how exactly well built
he was in the sex department.  However, She never planned on finding
out by sleeping with him because she couldn't even stand being next to
him, let alone stand the thought of being under him.

"Is he still married?" Dianne asked, trying a different approach.

"His fourth wife died of natural causes.  I think it was Cancer."

"Oh.  That's sad.  Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?"

"For crying out loud, Dianne.  You haven't even met him yet."

"What?" she asked indignantly.  "What's wrong with wanting to get to
know your colleagues?"

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague's behavior.
With her innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural
beauty.  Her deep brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm,
enticing stare.  She was an optimist and felt everybody needed a fair
chance to prove themselves.  She hadn't officially met Dr. Jones, but
she followed his work very closely.  In her heart and mind, she knew
that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the
participants in this current childish discussion.  She sat listening
to them like it was just another form of entertainment without any
merit whatsoever, entertaining none the less.  She, herself, had
received her job because of her father, General Frank Trent.  The
government-funded research, that the University relied on, created a
need to keep the relationship congenial between the two institutions.
Her whole life had been planned by her parents.  Her only time of
freedom was in college, where she found her sexuality.  Yet, due to
her strict upbringing, she denied herself happiness with her only true
love, Kate McCormick.  They were buddies, who had met one fateful
Saturday night in the TV lounge at their dormitory keeping each other
company while the rest of the campus partied until dawn.

"And why are you laughing, Lydia?  You should know as well as I do
that good men are hard to find," stated Dianne, whom had always
thought of Lydia as an old maid type.  By the time she would get
around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks would be gone and
she would be left high and dry.  "Or low and wet," Dianne thought to
herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.
She was horny as always.

"Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex
life, I must go to my class," Lydia remarked absconding from the
troubling chatter, which by some strange twist of fate she had been
forced into.

"She really must get out more often," said Dianne nonchalantly, not
noticing the look of distaste on Janine's face at her uncalled for
jibing of her best friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and
walked back to her office.  Once inside, she sat down heavily in her
chair.  She couldn't keep her mind off Mac because her she kept
recalling the long sexy nights she had shared with him in her bed.  It
was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred, that
enticed her and drove her to love him further.  The gentle way he
would kid about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive
language he used while making love and the overall sexy way he looked
at her with his large inquisitive eyes, all made her melt like butter
in her seat.

Soon, the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and
she began to thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust.
"A finger or two would do," she thought as she closed her eyes.  She
had plenty of time, until her first lecture.  Slowly, as if it moved
on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up her dress.  One hand
found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking wet
panties.  A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in
contact with her slick, feminine perfumed sex.  Through her lust
filled daze, she heard a knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional
face, she opened the door after unlocking it.  There stood the object
of her fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

"Good morning, Doctor," he said stepping into the small tasteful
office of Dr. Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to
greet him.  In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a
mock romanticism, Mac took her hand and kissed it as if he would the
delicate hand of a princess.  She noticed his eyes widen slightly with
erotic intent.  She thought at first he had caught her in the act of
solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he had, his
sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge.  She flushed as she realized
the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight
dampness and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

"No, I was just getting some work done," she replied taking her hand
away.

"I bet."

"What do you want Mac?" she asked.

"I just wanted to say hello, that's all," he said stepping closer.
She could feel his magnetic personality pulling her towards him.  Even
the deep character lines around his sinister smile were making her
feel woozy.

"Well, hello.  I am really sorry, but I must be going," she said,
picking up her books to leave and to get as far away from him as
possible.

"We will catch up later, perhaps?"

"Maybe."

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of
sexual innuendo.  He had degraded her again with just the look in his
eyes.  The knowledge that he knew she had been touching herself made
her want to go and hide forever, but it also made her feel extremely
randy.  Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was his specialty.  He
could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.  Once
in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play,
of course, he had started to let his hands wander, but it was how he
took her attention away from the play with his magnetic charm that
made her weak at the knees.  He exuded sex from every pore in his body
like it was a hormonal pheromone.  They could have been at a funeral
and she would have gotten excited.

***

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science
department, Janine couldn't believe her newfound situation.  Part of
her hated Mac for everything he stood for and another part of her
yearned for his touch.  "I guess opposites do attract," she thought.
There were not two other people who were so different from one another
as her and Mac.  His idea of a romantic evening usually ended up
making up after a brutal verbal battle of wits.  She never had to beg
before she met him and never begged or even desired to be subjugated
by a male like she would for Mac.  She wasn't into BDSM or anything,
but he knew all the right buttons to push.  For awhile, she had
thought it was just a phase, but it wasn't.  It was just his
personality.  He was the bad boy while she played the goody two shoes
as if it was a cheesy romantic movie.  She pictured herself as the
rich catholic schoolgirl and Mac as the boy from the other side of the
tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to
her office.  For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from
Lydia's office next to hers.  Apprehensively, she started to knock on
the door, but before her knuckles could rap on the big heavy door, she
heard a conversation between her and probably one of her students.  It
was a bit too early in the semester for such a sobbing appeal to a
professor.

"I just can't do it," sobbed the faceless girl.

"Listen," said Lydia's voice.  "Sometimes, you just have to find your
priorities.  It will all work out."

"How do you do it?  I mean live with the knowledge you're not like
other girls?"

"Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is
nothing abnormal about me.  It's the people who would put me down for
being different that are abnormal.  The have the problem and I don't,"
said Lydia as she thought of how much a hypocrite she really was in
her own eyes.  The poor girl needed advice though and damned if she
was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at
that age.  "Once you find happiness you should hold onto it," she
thought as Kate's last words echoed in her mind.  Their last goodbye
kiss lasted for hours as they lay in bed memorizing each other's body
with their lips, tongue and hands.  She couldn't forget the beautiful
image of Kate's long raven black hair whipping side to side with each
spasm of pleasure that she gave her.  There was nothing like it in the
world and there probably never would be again. 

"You're right, you know," the girl said as she blotted the tears from
her face with a soiled tissue. 

She noticed the soft eyes upon her.  They led her back to reality
following the warmth back to her normal happy self.  The doctor was so
kind to talk to her and let her in on her secret.  They both shared
something.

"Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte.  And when you do, don't
let it slip away."

"Dr. Trent?"  She asked.  Her eyes pleaded for some sign of what to do
next and she knew this woman had the answers she sought.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were...like
me, but I was wondering if you have ever?" she asked hoping the
attractive older woman would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned
for, since she had first found herself attracted to a woman.  "What
would it be like to kiss a woman, let alone make love to one.  If she
was ever going to find out, then she hoped it would be a generous and
sweet person like Dr. Trent. 

"Dated another woman?  Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,"
she stated apprehensively wondering if she should have mentioned her
own sexual preferences to the girl after she had found her crying
after class.

"What was it like?"

"Well...," she paused not sure of how to explain what it was like or
even if she could.  Then, she wondered if it was her place as her
Professor even to have this conversation with her.  "It's very
special."

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at
Lydia with a new look in her eyes.  Lydia knew that look well.  It was
the same look she saw on Kate's the first night they professed their
love for each other.  It was a look with a combination of love,
respect, and lust.  Whether or not Charlotte was in love or even
somewhat attracted to Lydia it was hard to tell, but the chemistry
between Instructor and Student had changed.

"If you would like I you can call me anytime you like to talk about
things," said Dianne regretting it as soon as she spoke the words.
She didn't know what she was doing.  Something like this could cause
her to lose her job.  "What if the rest of the University found out?"
she thought.

"May I?  Thank you!  You are the only person I have to talk to about
this." 

"Of course, you can.  Nevertheless, let's keep this conversation to
ourselves.  I am not out.  Out of the closet."  

"No, don't worry!  I know what that is like." 

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling
conversation.  She knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a
husband, but had thought it was just because she had been hurt in past
relationships.

"And what are we up to Doctor?" asked an all too familiar voice.

"Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a
student.  What are you up to Mac?"

"I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet?
How about dinner?"

"All right.  But, only dinner."

"No dessert?"

"Perhaps, but I am watching my weight," she said licking her lips
unconsciously

"How about at around six?" he offered.

"Sounds good."

She knew she was setting herself up for fall, but she had trouble
saying no Mac.  "I can handle having dinner with him," she thought
reassuring herself.  

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving
Lydia's office.  The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all
the boys falling at her feet.  It seemed ironic to Janine as she
thought about Lydia and all the signs, which suggested she was
bisexual if not lesbian.  It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way.
She always seemed asexual, calm and reserved.  Perhaps, there was a
lot more to her than appearances suggested. 

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with
damp panties and a caffeine rush.  Too much caffeine made her bounce
off the walls and gave her way to much energy.  She looked forward to
meeting Mac privately to get to know him better, so to take matters
into her own hands she had put a note on his desk to drop by chat.
Life had become boring in the past month or so.  Her summer had been
filled with hot sex and companionship, but Bill had shipped off to
Southeast Asia somewhere.  Of course, she polished his pistol for him
before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago.  Except for
a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly
fucked in over a week.

Dianne once thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured
she would probably screw all the members.  She started to fantasize
about all the different kind of "members" that were at a sex addicts
meeting.  "It would be like a candy shop," she thought.  Dianne
started to go through her lecture notes for the next day. 

"Come on in," she announced after hearing the knock at the office
door.  She licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth
out her dress.

"Well, hello there, Doctor.  How are the classes going?"

Mac sat perched on the desk inside of Dianne's office as they
exchanged pleasantries and informal hellos.  He knew she was the
complete opposite of the women he usually went for, but she seemed all
right.  Her personality needed some fine-tuning, yet she was still had
an excellent body.  "Perhaps," he thought.  "Taking this job wasn't
that bad of an idea."  It had been getting a bit hot under the collar
at Berkeley after his precarious rendezvous' with half the female
student population.  Sometimes, it was just easier to screw his
students, rather than be slapped with a sexual harassment suite from a
fellow employee.  The students were much more liberal.  

"So, I hope you don't find this too bold, but would you like to have
dinner tonight?  You know get to know the new guy dinner," Dianne
asked hoping he would answer in the affirmative, although she didn't
have a serious doubt that he wouldn't.

"Dinner?  I have...plans.  How about a raincheck?"

"Oh, ok...sure...no problem," she said smiling, but visibly taken
aback.

"Well, I must get going.  Lovely talking to you," he winked.  

Dianne sat down with a loud thump.  If there was ever a time she
needed to be fucked, then this was it.  "Damn," she thought.  "He's
probably gay."  At this point, she would screw anything that moved.
It had been a long day and she decided to head home for the day.
Perhaps, she could go down to Bill's Bar.  She could make it that far.
The gentlemen there usually liked a visit from her.  Right now, she
wasn't very discernable.

***

Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Mac brought the conversation back
around to sex.  It was his favorite subject.  Janine didn't seem to
mind though.  She couldn't keep her mind off it either; in fact, it
was starting to get to her.  He smelled wonderful.  She started to
become lost in his eyes like a little girl watching her teenage idol.

"So, do you still scream out my name when you make love?" he asked.

"I never screamed out your name."

"No?  I remember and I am sure all of Palo Alto remembers.  Actually,
I bet I could make you scream my name right now," he said goading her
on.

"Hmm, I don't think so.  What are you going to do hit me?" she said
remembering the game.  The wine started kicking in perhaps.  She made
a mental note to not accept another glass of it, but all mental
processes ceased to work when she felt his foot creep up her pantyhose
clad legs.  He didn't say a word as he sipped his wine and let his
stocking foot climb higher up under her dress.  She gasped out, while
looking around to see if anybody noticed his foot resting on her upper
thigh.  The tablecloth was long enough to hide the game.  

"No, I don't have to hit you," he said as his foot found her the apex
at the top of her thighs.  He noticed her spreading her legs further
and knew he had her.  

"So," she gasped, "what do you think of your new job?" His toes had
found her special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

"Oh, I like this job, much better."

Dianne couldn't stand the torture any longer.  She felt her
frustrations leaving her body in an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm.
She bit into a dinner roll as the first wave of pleasure coursed
through her body.  She barely had time to fake a cough as the second
spasm created her to clasp her legs together holding his foot tight
against her covered sex.  When she was through, she heard him talking
softly to the waiter asking for more water.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"Must have gone down the wrong pipe.  I am fine now," she said waving
off the waiter with a start of a schoolgirl giggle.

"Would you like dessert now?" he asked staring into her eyes with a
look of lust.

"Yes."

***

Dianne lay in her tub with bubbles up to her neck.  Her wet fleshy
breasts poked out from out under the frothy water.  Her hands splashed
around in the water looking for her sponge.  Teasing herself, she
brushed her hand between her legs and fought off the urge to submerge
her fingers into herself.  She was an expert at auto arousal and could
have written a thesis on it.  Her thumb found her clitoris and she
thrummed it slowly rubbing the soapy flesh around her slit under the
water.  Her middle finger slowly trailed her open lips.  The labia
parted and a finger slipped into her.  

The door opened and a burly looking man entered.  He was a nightly
patron to Bill's Bar.  She liked the muscled hunk without a brain.  He
always liked be a monthly patron to her open bed.  

"Where would you like these glasses, Dianne?" he asked holding two
champagne glasses in one hand a bottle of wine in the other.

"Oh, forget the wine for now.  Would you hand me that towel?" she
asked slowly rising from the liquid depths of the tub.  The water fell
like sheets of rain down her body and soapy bubbles hung to her body
just covering her furry sex and firm breasts.

"Of course," he answered.  He was never one to talk too much.  It was
never expected anyhow.  

"Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet.  Let's get those clothes off
you before you catch a cold," she said playfully.

"Oh, yeah...right!" he said disrobing as if he was the next contestant
to win a prize for the fasted undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll.  He carefully
took her into the bedroom carrying her lithe form to the bed.  He set
her down as if he would any precious object.  After she unwrapped her
towel, she then swung her legs wide and splayed her labia with her
fingers, while saying, "You know what to do."

He didn't say a word as he knelt between her legs.  The dim light of
the bathroom shadowed his hard rugged features.  She looked down at
his red fur covered head when he slurped at her dark depths of pink.
He swirled his tongue around her womanhood like she had taught him.
Her hips lurched forward into his face and her body trembled with each
thrust of his talented tongue.  She groped at her own breasts twisting
the nipples slightly between her fingers.  The tingles spread through
her body starting at her loins up to her stomach.  It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead
he got up on his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her
entrance.  He thrust into her letting her have the full length of his
shaft quickly.  Her groan of pleasure/pain drove him to start moving
quicker.  He knew from past experience that she liked it hard and
fast.  Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled
in his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples.  Simultaneously
sucking and humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his
seed within her, but he knew that would be a mistake because she was
not done yet.  Trying his best to keep her climbing the staircase of
her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of lust.

She was close and she could feel his tension as he got closer to
orgasm too.  She moaned out that she was there.  The orgasm made her
body tense and her inner muscles squeezed churning the orgasm
throughout her body.  Her release made her weak and she felt his
oozing within her.  

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered her in to his humble
abode.  The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed,
she threw her arms around him.  The kiss was urgent and full of
passion.  The two of them buckled to their knees onto the shag carpet.
Neither of them cared if they would get rug burn and they tore off
their clothes in abandon.  

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away.  Mac looked at her
with a knowing grin and waited for her to ask.  She had to ask because
it was part of the game.  It was their game. 

"Please..." she whispered.

"What?" he asked, "Would you like some wine?"

"No!  Pleeaase," she said reaching for him.  She knew what she had to
ask, but tried to seduce him out of the game.

"Oh, would you like water instead?" he asked grinning wider.

"I want you." 

"Want me to do what?" he pressed further stroking his penis.

"I want you to make love to me, NOW!" she gave in and begged.

"Ok." 

He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust.  This was his
favorite part.  Watching her beg was just the beginning.  It was the
way she screamed his name in passion that he loved.  To hear her pant,
moan and scream because of what he did to her.  To envelop her body,
mind and soul with desire got him off.  It was like no other thrill.
She was like no other woman and he had had many women.  He had had all
kinds of women.  Some had large breasts he could play with for hours,
some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a beautiful
face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he
could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his
passionate torture.  She begged for his desire and she took him to
another place.  All it took was he to touch her with his naked hand on
her thigh and she would open up her soul to him.  She would let him
rape her mind for a moment of bliss.  It was something he felt guilty
about, but he loved playing with emotions.  He actually went to other
women in order to come back to her and make her love him more.  It was
perverse and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself or his own
desire.

The sex was wonderful.  Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing
bundle on the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night.  The
sound of the sweaty bodies bucking and slapping into each other made
them both quiver with passion.  The release was only the beginning.
The game wasn't over, yet.

***

Lydia lay on her couch watching "Seinfeld" again.  Kramer had just
entered the room in a whirlwind of comedy as the telephone rang.  For
a brief second she got frightened it was Charlotte, but she figured it
was probably her mother again.  

"Hello?" she asked.

"Dr. Trent?" asked a quiet feminine voice.

"Yes?" she asked.  Her heart beat a mile a minute.  Thoughts of how to
get out of her new found friendship with the girl passed through her
head and each one sounded like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in
her need.

"I just wanted to thank you again.  Am I bothering you?" she asked.

"No, no you're not bothering me.  Are you all right?  You sound
scared." 

"Well, I just don't have anybody to talk to about my feelings and
stuff."

"Is there a girl involved?  Perhaps, someone you know?" asked Dianne
assuming the poor girl had a crush on someone.  

"Yes, but I don't think she is interested in me.  I can't really talk
about this on the phone.  My roommate is coming back soon.  Its not
too late at night for me to come...I mean, oh nevermind.  I am sure
you have a lot more important things to do."

"Oh, I see.  Well, you could come over here and talk about it.  That
would be fine," proclaimed Dianne.

"Great!  You don't really mind?" she asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn't have any
trouble finding the house.  It was starting to get late and she didn't
want the girl wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to
her.  Against her will, she started to become anxious like a
schoolgirl waiting for a date.  She checked her hair in the mirror and
became even more nervous because the effect the girl was having on
her.

It didn't take long for her to arrive and she let the desperate
looking girl into her home.  Charlotte's long hair hung down over her
shoulder and rested on her petite breasts framing her olive face.  She
looked young, innocent and beautiful, yet her eyes gave her away.
They shined brightly with sexual intent.  

Lydia relaxed, as they talked about all the obstacles in the path of
lesbian in modern society.  The discussion slowly turned into laughter
as they each had their horror stories.  They both had once been caught
glancing at the other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes
on their roommates.

"Tell me about your roommate?  What is she like?" asked Dianne.

"She is this cute little redhead.  I just love redheads!" Charlotte
exclaimed and Lydia blushed while she played with a red curly lock of
hair.

"Redheads, eh?" Lydia laughed.

"You have beautiful red hair," Charlotte said getting bolder.

"Thank you.  I often think of coloring it though.  It gets a lot of
attention." 

"NO!  Don't ever do that."

"I won't...it's just a thought I have every once in awhile."

"Do you brush it often?  Your hair is so shiny and perfect!" exclaimed
Charlotte.

"You sound like a shampoo commercial!" laughed Lydia.

"Aha, I am sorry.  Would you let me comb it for you?" asked Charlotte
as her eyes gleamed a sexual desire at Lydia.

"Sure.  There is a comb in my bedroom.  Come on I'll show you."

"You're apartment is so gorgeous.  Here sit on the bed and I'll comb
your hair.  I was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on
getting a degree here.  I had a scholarship, so its not like I could
turn it down," blurted Charlotte as she gently brushed Lydia's hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her
hair.  Lydia didn't resist because it felt good to be touched.
Charlotte's hands kneaded her neck in tiny circles and she said, "Boy,
your really tense!"

"That feels really good.  Don't stop," said Lydia knowing full well it
wouldn't end with just a massage.  She didn't really care either.  The
hands were like heat seeking missiles and found the tense spots
immediately.  

"Lie on your stomach," breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia's dress to get
more release the tension of the tight dress and also allow herself to
feel more of her flesh.  

"There that's better isn't it?" asked Charlotte.

"Mmm, yes."

"Let me undo this terrible contraption here.  It's really not good to
be wearing a bra during a massage."

Lydia didn't say a word as the brassiere was unclasped letting
charlotte caress her bare back.  She let go of all pretenses as she
turned over letting the bra fall from her ample breasts.  The dress
slinked off her shoulders and she threw the bra onto the floor. 

"I know this is not appropriate, but dammit I want you," whispered
Lydia into Charlotte's ear as they hugged.

Their breasts pressed together for the first time and Lydia's naked
mounds pressed against the soft cloth of Charlotte's sweater.  Lydia
pressed her lips to the passionate girl's mouth.  Two tongues touched
for the first time in an intimate kiss.  Slipping out of her dress,
Lydia motioned for Charlotte to do the same.  As more of the innocent
girl's olive skin began to show, the more Lydia desired to touch her.


Lydia lay back as Charlotte explored her first woman sexually.  Soft
tender explorations meandered over her body.  Her breasts were cradled
in loving hands as a soft mouth suckled her hardened nipples.  A thigh
wedged itself between her legs when Charlotte pressed the moist lips
of her womanhood on Lydia's thigh after sitting astride her leg.
Lydia let her rub herself on her as they kissed.  Then, with a sudden
jerk like magic Charlotte's eyes fluttered with her first orgasm.  

Lydia held her in her arms softly stroking her sweaty brow.  Slinking
down her body kissing olive colored flesh, Lydia found two treasures
begging to be touched.  The tiny nipples sprouted from the firm,
spongy flesh.  Her lips traveled down to a pierced navel and sucked
the metal hoop into her mouth.  A trail of kisses followed her hands
to the soft curly fur of the girl's vagina.  Lydia feasted teaching
the young woman the art of love.

***
The next morning early in the Faculty lounge.  Dr. Maxwell Jones and
Dr. Janine Sloane stood by the Mr. Coffee laughing over the latest
Dilbert comic strip and Dianne peered over her mug in jealousy as they
left almost holding hands.

"Good Morning," chirped Ron in his usual snobbish way.

"Hello, Ron."  

"It looks like our new recruit and Dr. Sloane are getting quite
comfortable together?" he mentioned rather glibly.

"I don't know.  I think they have some things in the past in common.
Probably a bed or two," said Dianne coarsely.

"Jealous?  I thought you of all people wouldn't let that stand in your
way.  From what I heard not many have turned you down," chuckled Ron.

"Oh shut up, Ron!  Your such a gossip." 

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy
Dianne and a nosy Ron.  If they couldn't tell she was glowing, then
nobody could.






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