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Titmouse reposted part 3 of this "lost" story a few days ago; since then someone
has sent me the complete story. I am not the author.

- Apuleius

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an182766@anon.penet.fi (Horangi) Thu, 21 Mar 1996 04:19:51 UTC
	 This is my first posting to alt.sex.stories and I'd very much welcome
feedback; I'm esp. interested in hearing if you find that the characters ring
true. I've worked on this story on and off for over a year now, so a tad more
thought has gone into its preparation than your average post, I'd say, and I
hope you'll find that the story really builds and builds in psychological
intensity. Unfortunately, my site does not carry a.s.s., so please respond
directly by e-mail. I will have a friend monitoring this group and a.s.s.d for
me as well, though.
	Oh, a disclaimer: those familiar with overseas Korean communities will
know that a) Grace happens to be a common name therein, and b) the last name
Kim covers approximately 25% of the Korean population. I'm sure there are many
real life Grace Kims out there; in no way is the female protagonist meant to
represent any of them.


	 Dispensation of Grace
	by Horangi
	 As I was heading into the final stages of finishing up my PhD, I
received - quite unexpectedly - a job offer from a large university in
California that shall remain nameless. It was a very tempting first position but
the appointment was only for one year; I wasn't sure I wanted it to interrupt my
research and it meant having to be separated for several months from my
fiancee, whom I was living with. Still, after mulling it over carefully I
decided I'd be foolish to pass up the opportunity. My fiancee, who had a good
job, stayed behind on the East Coast while I headed off.
	One of my teaching duties for the spring semester was to take over the
second half of a year-long interdisciplinary course on gender & sexuality from
psychological and anthropological perspectives. A colleague from the psych
department had handled the first semester and I was set to take the
anthropological section. I took the class roll with me to the first session I
was teaching, since I wanted to become familiar with my students' names as soon
as possible. I was especially struck by a beautiful young woman sitting in the
second row. She was dressed plainly - glasses, hair up in bun, no make-up,
jeans and a UC Santa Barbara sweatshirt, but her exquisite features left no
doubt about her extraordinary beauty. From her face and her name - Grace Kim -
it was clear enough that she was Korean-American. I paused after I called off
her name and our eyes met briefly. Now, *she* is remarkably attractive, I
thought, and then went on to the next name on the list.
	The teaching was going well, and I was certainly enjoying living
in California, but I missed being with women generally and my fiancee
specifically. And this longing was not helped by the, to me, absolutely
enormous numbers of gorgeous women who happened to inhabit campus ("Toto, we're
not in New Haven anymore," I often found myself thinking...). Regular phone
calls to Helen did nothing to alleviate the problem, either. A typical
exchange:
	"Hon, I've just been incredibly horny without you."
	"Well, that's a surprise." Amusement and obvious irony from the other
end of the line. My SO has more than once accused me of being a satyr.
"Actually, I've been feeling kinda on edge today too."
	"Shall we do something about it?"
	"Yeah, hold on, let me get the doctor...." (This was our pet name for
her vibrator.)
	And the two of us would talk as hotly as we could to one another,
describing in very explicit detail what we wanted to do to one another, trying
to see who could make the other come first. After that, we'd talk a little
more, assuring each other how much we missed and loved one another and then I'd
let her, with the three hour time difference, drift off to sleep.

	The university where I was teaching is very close to a big city
that has a substantial red-light district. At some places they advertise booths
where you can speak to "Live Nude Girls!!!!" (What, did some people want to
speak to "Dead Nude Girls!!!!"?) I'd gone in to the city to run some errands,
and when I found myself near the area, out of a mixture of curiosity and
horniness, I went into one of these establishments.
	"So, what's the procedure here?" I asked the hulking guy who served as
bouncer and dispenser of change to men who were going off to the video booths.
	"Aw, each booth has a phone and a one way mirror behind a screen. You
just go into a booth, put your money in the slot and the screen'll lift on your
side. You can see the girls, but they can't see you. The more you tip, the
better the show you get."
	"Do I get to see the women before I decide whether I want to do it or
not?"
	"No, sorry, buddy, you pay your money and you take your chances. But hey
- they're all good-looking - we'd lose business if they were dogs." I was
dubious, but figured what the hell, I'd give it a shot once. At $20 for 12
minutes plus "tips" (and I wasn't sure how much I'd be expected to lay out), it
struck me as a bit expensive, but fortunately I had just gone to an ATM and had
a reasonable amount of cash on me.
	I went in to the booth area. There was little indication of whom I'd
find in each booth - just a card inserted into the name plate: "Harley,"
"Vanity" and "Kitty." The name "Harley" was too abrasive for me, and who the
hell would really want to deal with a woman named "Vanity," anyway? I decided to
go into Kitty's booth. There was a chair, a phone, a kleenex dispenser, and a
waste paper basket in the small cubicle. A slot for money was installed on the
wall below a screened pane of glass. I inserted a $20 bill and the screen
lifted. To my surprise, I saw an extremely pretty Asian woman with longish hair
in a very sexy white lace bra and panties, reclining on a cushion. Well, that's
a bargain I hadn't counted on. And then I did a double take. Jesus Fucking
Christ. Grace?....She wasn't wearing any glasses and her hair was down, but it
was unmistakeably her.
	I immediately felt an intense wave of arousal and panic. Shit, does she
recognize me too? But then I remembered the glass was mirrored from her side
and I felt the pounding in my heart begin to subside. I was left, though, with
incredible horniness, and my cock immediately sprang to attention. I picked up
the phone from the wall of the booth and reached down to unzip my pants and
grab my already risen erection with the other hand, as I saw Grace move to pick
up the phone on her side.
	"Hi! How are you doing today?" she said. Friendly and relaxed, a big
smile on her face.
	Oh, shit - my voice. She still might be able to recognize that.
Fortunately, I've done a lot of acting and I'm not too bad as a mimic. I
just tried to put myself in the mind of a character I've played and created a
slight difference in my voice, just enough so that I don't think someone
would've been able to tell that it was me.
	"Hi!" I said, trying to sound equally friendly and relaxed, although my
hand holding the phone was trembling wildly. "You are absolutely gorgeous!" I
enthused, saying only what had crossed my mind every single day I taught her in
class. I was trying to be polite and not really sure what was typical of an
encounter like this. I looked closely at her body through the glass. We were
literally only about two feet from one another, just separated by this one way
mirror. Her skin was flawless and the push-up bra she was wearing suggested
that her breasts were quite a bit larger than I would've suspected from the
sweatshirts and other loose clothing I'd seen her in. They weren't huge by any
means, but she probably was a large B or even a C cup, and her cleavage looked
extremely enticing. I stared down to her navel. Her stomach was smooth, trim
and perfect, and her slim waist led beautifully to her panty-clad crotch and
wonderfully firm, tan legs. She was much more curvaceous than many Asian
women. But what struck me again was how beautiful her face was. Without the
glasses her gorgeous eyes and high cheekbones were even more
striking. "Seriously, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." I
tried to make the compliment sound every bit as sincere as I meant it to be.
	"Thank you!" She sounded genuinely flattered. "Would you like to see
more?"
	"Absolutely."
	She tapped on the glass by the money slot. "How about a tip? Sorry to be
mercenary, but...."
	"Huh? Oh yeah, of course." I fumbled in my wallet and then shoved a $5
bill through the slot. She got up from her reclining position and came forward
on her knees. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and then left it
like that for a moment, her breasts springing slightly free and the sides of
them coming into view. Then slowly - very, very slowly, she pulled the bra away
from the front of her breasts. I gasped when I saw them fully revealed. They
were perfection itself. She had firm, gorgeous nipples, which she reached up to
pull on with her thumb and forefinger. I released my cock to make sure I didn't
come too soon. Usually I find it very easy to maintain control, but my pulse
was racing so fast, I thought I would faint.
	"Uhh...how about turning around so I can see you from behind?"
	"Okay." She faced away from me and I admired the way her long black hair
cascaded over her back. The whiteness of her panties set off her lovely skin
and emphasised her slender waist and the curve of her ass. First she pulled the
panties tight across her butt and then drew them into the crack of her ass,
before pulling them down teasingly.
	"Do you like it?" she giggled into the phone.
	"You have the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen. Honestly."
	"Yeah, I guess I've been told it's one of my sexiest features." She took
her panties down most of the way but she didn't pull them off over her thighs,
and now her pussy came into view. This was too fucking much for me - the
knowledge that the demure (I had thought) woman in my class was unknowingly (in
a manner of speaking) but eagerly exposing her cunt to me.....
	"Do you like my pussy? Go ahead, talk to dirty to me. Believe me, I
enjoy hot talk a lot - otherwise I wouldn't be here."
	I hesitated briefly and then started, "Yes, I love the way your pussy
looks. Why don't you go and spread your cunt lips wide apart for me so I can
get a really good look at you?" Being able to say that to her was somewhat
beyond mind-blowing to me. "Show me how you play with your clit."
	"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask." There was no way I was imagining
it. Grace was visibly wet and the way she moved her fingers vigorously back and
forth over her clit confirmed that she was feeling every bit as horny as I
was. Well, no, I guess that's not possible. But she did look extremely horny.
	"Do you like having a girl put on a pussy show for you?" Her tone was
very coy, girlish and sexy. (At moments it seemed as though she was a mind
reader - she seemed to know everything I wanted to hear...although it's probably
not hard to learn to play up to a customer in a situation like this, I guess,
and I doubt I was atypical.)
	"Hell, yes, especially one as pretty as you."
	"So, do Asian women turn you on?"
	"Definitely, especially Korean women. I think they're the most gorgeous
women in the world by far."
	A quizzical looked passed over her face. "How did you know I was
Korean?"
	Oops. Idiot. I recovered quickly. "Well, you just really look Korean."
(This was certainly true). "I guess I'm right."
	"Would you like to see me play with my toy?" She motioned to a dildo
that was lying at the edge of the cushion. I hadn't even noticed it before.
"Please say yes, I'm just dying to use it..."
	"Oh, come on, you're just saying what you think a customer wants to
hear."
	She grinned. "Well, partly." Her voice suddenly dropped to the normal
tone I had heard in class. "You're right. I am much coyer than I would be
usually." Very kittenish again. "But I am serious. I just *love* to feel that
thing filling me up." The way she arched her eyebrows and smiled, seemingly to
herself, when she drawled out the word "love" made me think that she might
actually have been telling the truth, as did her suggestion that her obviously
self-aware teasing persona had some real appeal for her as well.
	I inserted another $5 bill into the slot without any prompting, and she
in turn inserted the dildo into her vagina.
	"Mmmph. There. Say nasty things to me." Her toy tugged at her wet cunt
lips as she moved it in and out of herself. The sight was excruciatingly
sexy. "I love knowing that somebody's watching me and getting hot."
	"Yeah, baby, fuck yourself with that thing. I bet most of the time
you're really sweet and innocent, but you just love coming in here and being an
exhibitionistic little slut, don't you?" (I suppose this could have sounded
like an odd extrapolation to her, but it was true to me and I wanted to say
it). "You love showing off your gorgeous young body to all sorts of men who get
off on you, jerking off while they look at you?"
	"Umm, yeah, keep talking like that. That's really good." Tucking the
phone between her chin and shoulder, she slid the dildo deep inside her and held
it steadily with her left hand as she worked her clit rapidly with her right.
She brought her fingers up to her mouth, wetting them and then slid them back
down over her tits and belly to her clitoris. I could see her little bump
standing erectly. I meanwhile was rubbing my cock. Every stroke was sending
shivers of ecstasy through me. Helen had often masturbated for me before, and I
loved to watch her, but the extraordinary circumstances I found myself in made
this the sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed.
	"How about if you try to grip the dildo with your pussy and play with
your tits a bit for me?" I asked.
	"Okay." Both hands went up to cup her breasts. She pulled lightly at her
nipples and cooed, "Ooh."
	I laughed, because the noise was both obviously artificial and
enormously sexy.
	"Did you like that?"
	"Yes, very much."
	"Ooh," she cooed again. "Ooh. It feels so good to play with my titties,"
a wonderfully sexy, girlish, playful, erotic tone. She was staring right at me
and I could see her cunt gripping the dildo tightly. Again, her hand stole down
to her clit and she rubbed it eagerly. Her voice became more throaty
again. "Oh, fuck, yeah. This could make me come really soon."
	"God, watching you is going to make me come too."
	"Yeah, I want to hear you. If you can hold off for a little bit I'll
come with you." I let go of my dick. Would she say anything like that if she
were faking this? She rubbed her clit very quickly for about thirty more seconds
and then said, "There. Oh, yeah. Oh, that feels so good, that feels so fucking
good." I grabbed my cock again and started pumping once more. Her legs started
to shake almost imperceptibly and she closed her eyes. "Oh, yeah, I'm going to
come." Her face contorted in a look of ecstasy.
	"Yeah, Kitty, I'm coming too." I grabbed a kleenex and began to spurt,
watching in awe as the contractions of her orgasm slowly expelled the dildo
which had been lodged inside of her. Holy shit. If that had been faked, that
was the best acting job I'd ever seen in all my years involved in
theater. Unbefuckinglievable. So this was Grace.....
	"Mmm. Boy, I can really come quick if it's been a couple of days," she
murmured more to herself than to me. Then, more loudly, "I was planning to hold
off for most of my shift, but there's something about your voice and the things
that you were saying that really got me going."
	"I take it that was unusual, then?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
	"Well, a little. I only started working here a little while ago, and I
guess I'm still not entirely comfortable with letting go fully. Usually I don't
heat up so fast....I mean, the thought of my job is sexy to me, but I haven't
come every time I work, if that's what you mean, even though I wind up being
asked to play with myself for most of the shift, it seems like."
	"Just started, huh? How are you finding work like this?"
	"Oh, it's okay, really. The money is good, and it's pretty
interesting. Some of the customers are jerks, but most are polite and
respectful and make me feel - I don't know - special. I didn't have a lot of
confidence when I was younger and this helps a lot, in kind of an odd way. It
was always so important to me to be a "good girl" in front of other people that
sometimes I wouldn't act the way I really wanted to."
	"Do you ever think about someone who knows you coming in here, then?"
	She rolled her eyes. "Oh god, I *hope* that doesn't happen. I mean, in
some ways I'm petrified of it - I'd be so, so embarrassed. That's my only fear
about working here. But I'm from southern Cal, and I don't really expect to see
anybody I know up here. If my dad ever found out, I think he'd have a heart
attack on the spot - he's so conservative and traditional. He didn't even like
the idea of me transferring to a school away from home."
	"You're a student, then?"
	"Yeah, I'm going for a degree in sociology and women's studies."
	"Women's studies? I'm kind of surprised."
	"Why? Because I'm working here?"
	"Well, frankly, yeah...." I started, and then interrupted myself. "No,
no, I guess it makes sense. I mean, I suppose one of the main points of feminism
is that you get to define who you are, including your own sexuality.
Sex-positive feminism, right?"
	She laughed. "Oh yeah, right, sex-positive feminist, that's me. Me and
Susie Bright...well, I guess there's something to that. Bu t mostly I'm doing
this for one reason: I'm just saving money to buy a car and this is the best
way for me to make a lot of money fast. I'm not going to be a prostitute,
that's for sure - way too dangerous....But in some ways I guess I'm also an
experimenter and a pretty adventurous person - or at least that's who I want to
be...who I'm working to be; I want to experience a lot of things in life, even
- maybe even especially - stuff that's kind of, I don't know, on the fringe. In
my fantasies I'm a total slut and totally insatiable, but believe me, I'm not
like that *at all* in my 'real life'.
	"Actually, I've only had one boyfriend. We were together for almost a
year and a half and then broke up - we were fighting a lot. I've never slept
with anyone else, just in my fantasies...I actually don't even go out very much,
since I'm trying to concentrate on school. But, to be honest, I get pretty
fucking horny sometimes - it's like my hormones are completely out of
control. This has been a good outlet for me, actually."
	I have to admit that I found her not only beautiful, but really
impressive in the way she seemed to have her act together. I also liked the way
she seemed both very open and very private. I slipped another $20 through the
slot for her as a tip just before time ran out. "Hey! What was that for?!"
	"Oh, I just wanted to say thank you for an amazing experience."
	"Hey, thanks. That really wasn't necessary, but it is very much
appreciated."
	"You'll be here again next Thursday?"
	"Yeah."
	"Okay, I'll certainly try and make it back here."
	"Great! What's your name, by the way?"
	I froze. "Uh...Mark," I lied. Damn! I hope that hesitation didn't sound
stupid. I kicked myself mentally. "And yours, it's not really Kitty, is it?"
	"No, you're right, that's just the name I use here."
	"Do you mind if I ask your real name?"
	"Actually, I'd prefer not to reveal it, if you don't mind. Sorry, but I
just feel better that way."
	"No, that makes perfect sense. I understand." The screen quickly
descended again and my time was up.
	On the way out, I stopped again to talk to the man up front. "So the
women really don't see into the other side of the booth at all?" My experiences
with one-way mirrors had led me to believe they're not that foolproof if you're
close enough.
	"Yeah, definitely," he seemed to understand just what I was asking. "We
did a really good job makin' 'em to make sure they were really one-way."
	I walked out rather shaken - it was easily the most powerful erotic
experience I'd ever had in my life.

	For the next few days I had difficulty concentrating - and with
class preparations to do and a dissertation to complete, that was *not* a good
thing. I saw Grace in class on Monday and Wednesday, but there was certainly no
flash of recognition from her that suggested she might have known I'd been in
to see her. She was once more dressed simply: jeans and a button-down shirt, a
necklace with a small cross. Again she had on glasses and her hair was tied
back. Finally, I began to make some progress in banishing the distracting
thoughts, although when Thursday morning rolled around again I woke up very
early, awaiting the encounter I'd have later in the day.

	I slid into the booth again, trembling with anticipation.
	"Hi, Kitty?"
	"Mark, is that you?" A big grin was on her face. "I was hoping that
you'd come in. I have to be honest that I thought about our conversation a few
times this week when I'd play with myself before going to bed."
	I'm ordinarily a very skeptical person, and I would be very suspicious
of anything a woman said in a situation like this, but she definitely seemed
sincere. The fact that she remembered and even said my name before I had begun
to speak beyond saying hello convinced me. "How'd you know it was me so fast?"
	"Oh, you just have a distinctively sexy voice," she smiled. Oh-oh. Was
the change I was trying to effect so noticeable that she could pick it out that
easily? "What would you like to do this week?"
	"Oh, just more of the same...but let's take it a little further. I kept
picturing your body all week long. I don't know...I just want you to enjoy the
encounter as much as I do - I really get off on that. Um, why don't you tell me
a little more about what you like sexually and touch yourself the way you like
best and we'll take it from there." I slipped some money through the slot.
	"Okay," she slipped off the (very, very cute) polka dot panties she had
on this time and moved her right hand down over her vulva. "Well, I like a lot
of foreplay and stuff. I'm really into touching and being touched for a long
time before. Oh, and lots of french kissing. I'm pretty  oral. My boyfriend used
to give really good head, and I loved to suck on him for a long time too before
taking him inside me. He was a pretty good lover - uninhibited and open, and I
felt like I learned a lot from him. Too bad he could be such a jerk outside of
bed sometimes." She frowned and shook her head from side to side as though she
was recalling something. "Hearing about him doesn't bother you at all, does
it?"
	"No, not at all. Should it?"
	"I don't know. It just felt kind of odd to mention him; I haven't done
that before here...I mean, don't you think it's a little weird to talk about a
lover, when I'm naked and playing with myself for you?"
	"Hey, Kitty," I said laughing, "I'm in a long-distance relationship
myself at the moment. Does that bother you?"
	"No," she laughed too. "Does your girlfriend know you're here?"
	"No." Now it was my turn to frown and shake my head from side to
side. "I've just been feeling horny and lonely without her - I don't want to
cheat on her. I mean, no contact that is."
	"I understand." Forget that this woman was a sex goddess to me; there
was something about her that I just really liked. I hadn't spoken to her much in
class yet, but she seemed very bright and pleasant there as well. I felt this
bizarre mixture of closeness and distance from her: the utter intimacy of her
masturbating openly in front of me and our talking like this sincerely, on one
hand, and the fundamental dishonesty of our, at least theoretically, anonymous
identities.
	"So, what else do you like? What's the wildest thing you've done?"
	"Oh, I screwed him once in a department store dressing room. That was
fun." She hesitated briefly, looking very unsure of herself, "And once when I
was fourteen I..." she stopped.
	"You?...."
	"No, never mind. I'd feel too weird talking about it."
	"Okay...." My curiosity was certainly aroused, but I let it go. It gave
me a strong erotic jolt to think that she was going to reveal something
particularly uncomfortable to me that she might not have shared with others
before. I felt my cock stiffen even more.
	"Oh, my ex and I would watch porn movies together sometimes."
	"Yeah?"
	"Yeah, and we'd fantasize about fucking some of the women there
together. Mmm, that was really good." As if to indicate that was indeed the
case, she started rubbing herself a little more firmly.
	"So, you're attracted to other women?"
	"Oh, definitely, I fantasize about it from time to time. I'm just afraid
to take the initiative. If a woman I found attractive came on to me, I'd
certainly reciprocate, though."
	"Tell me what you 'd want to do."
	"Mostly I'd just want to kiss for a really long time, while we touched
each other's breasts. I'd really like to have a woman go down on me. I just bet
it would feel really soft and different from a guy. No stubble to worry about
it. And I'd love to lick a woman too, really bury my face between her legs...."
	"What kind of women do you like best?"
	"Blondes, mostly. Pretty ones, athletic looking, the women I see in the
gym. Sometimes other Asian women, especially if they have some sense of style -
punkish haircuts or cool piercings, maybe. I guess it's because I want to dress
like that, but I know I'd get a really hard time from my parents if I did, and
it's not worth the hassle...I think about our getting wet and rubbing our
pussies together. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to take a strap-on
and fuck another woman with it." Her hand continued to work idly in her pussy
as she was talking. "Thinking about it and telling you about it is getting me
turned on. A lot of guys who come in here are just kind of quiet and breathe
hard, even if they're nice. This is a lot hotter."
	We continued talking in this vein and she started posing for me as she
had the previous week. As I got close to coming, she kept inching closer and
closer to the glass until she was touching it. Her tits were soon flush up
against the pane, mashed flat against it in an odd but extremely sexy way, her
face only an inch away. The small cross on the necklace I'd noticed in class
before pressed right between her cleavage. Again cradling the phone between her
chin and shoulder, she put her hands up on the glass in an attitude of
mock-submission, and said, "I want you to come all over my face."
	Hearing that was more than I could bear. I stood up so that my cock was
pointing right over her cheeks and shot off all over the glass in several hot
jets. My sperm was literally just a centimeter or so from her face. I grabbed
one of the kleenex that were kept in the booth for just such a purpose and
after admiring the sight for a few more moments began to wipe the cum off.
	"Boy, it'd be nice to watch you come," she sighed.

	Excerpts from our conversation the following Thursday:
	"I want you to be the director, making a movie of me with a whole bunch
of men, filming me sucking all these guys off and then fucking them. I like the
idea of being gang-banged, especially 'cause even though it would look like I
was serving all these guys, like a totally submissive slut, I'd be the one who
was really in control. And I want it to be all sorts of guys, and I'd get to
choose them: Have one be a black athlete - that'd really piss off my Dad," she
laughed, "oh, and make one of them be Japanese - if he even knew I had a
fantasy of being with a really good-looking Japanese guy, he'd probably disown
me...."
	I had her imagine that she was on all fours, one guy's dick bobbing in
front of her face, another moving in and out of her pussy, while she reached up
and jacked off some others, including one well hung Italian porn star she had
mentioned thinking was really sexy. All the while (and here I modified her
suggestion slightly) I would be making a video of her for myself and my
fiancee. I asked her to imagine that we were auditioning her to see whether she
would be worth taking home for us to share....(yeah, right, like there would be
any question.)
	"Yeah, imagine how that big Italian cock would feel in your hand, Kitty,
and that gorgeous guy's huge black dick in your mouth."
	Her eyes went wide when I said that. "God, that sounds so totally
*nasty*....Mmm."
	"Yeah, put on a good show so that my fiancee and I will think about
having you join the two of us in bed."
	"I know how to convince you I'm hot enough for you - I want them to come
all over me at once - feel the hot sticky come running all over my body. On my
tits and face."
	"Do you really like that?"
	"Definitely, I think it looks very sexy."
	"Okay, all these guys are about to come - think about all that hot sperm
landing on your body..."
	"God, I'm ccc - -" she never finished the sentence. Only a low moan. As
I heard Grace explode in orgasm, I allowed myself to come too with a gasp. I
felt spent.
	"Mmmm."
	"Wow. That was amazing....I never expected to feel something like that
in here. I mean I've been having fun with you, but...." A bead of sweat trickled
down her forehead. "Give me a second to get my breath back." I studied her
gorgeous body in its post-orgasmic flush. She then moved her hand back down to
her dripping pussy and her still fully engorged labia and clit. "Okay, now tell
me how they all fuck me in the ass, one by one, especially Rocco....."

	Before I left the booth that night, I slipped an envelope through
the slot with a twenty and some instructions of what I wanted her to bring in
for our next meeting in the booth. After a lot of thinking it over, I had
decided to give her my phone number as well, and just wrote that she could give
me a ring if she ever felt like calling. I made it clear that I'd be willing to
pay, too, and that way she could avoid having the owners take a cut of what she
earned. I knew this might have been a little risky, but I hadn't given my phone
number to my students and had never been called at home by any of them, so I
had no expectation that she would match seven random digits to me.

	Helen came out for a long weekend. We had a great time together,
and most of it we wound up spending in bed. I was extremely relieved to find
that fantasies of Grace didn't intrude while we were together.....well, except
briefly: sometimes we'll share a fantasy about having a threesome with another
woman while we're making love, too, and I have to admit Grace was certainly the
one I envisioned to round out our menage a trois.

	"I brought in what you asked me to, " she said after a few
minutes. Grace reached down beside her and pulled out a cucumber, banana, a
carrot, and a coke bottle from a paper bag. "So you'd like to see me fuck
myself with these things, would you? You're certainly a naughty boy." She
didn't say anything about my having written down my phone number.
	"Oh, fantastic - you did bring the stuff in. Yes, I'd love to see you
fuck yourself with those things."
	"Say please," she teased.
	"Please."
	"No, make it 'pretty please.' "
	"Pretty please."
	"Pretty please with sugar on top."
	"All right, pretty please with sugar on top," I said, trying to sound
annoyed and amused and fully aware of our game-playing.
	"Okay. Mmmmm....." A groan escaped her lips as she slid the coke bottle
up into her cunt. She grasped it firmy around the base and pushed it in and out
of herself - slowly at first and then more rapidly. The whole time she was
staring right at where she thought I would be through the glass and licking her
lips. "Mmmmmm. Feels very good," she said in a sultry voice.
	We experimented with each of the items I had asked her to bring in.
Grace wasn't impressed with the banana, "Well, I can see how it might look sexy
and all, but it's too squishy. It's not very good."
	"Mmm, but I bet it's be nice to lick out of you."
	"Yeah," she grinned, "but still, I wouldn't want to get a yeast
infection or something from some tiny bit that gets stuck in there...."
	The carrot, for some reason, wasn't that appealing either. God only
knows why it would look more freakish than the other items, but it did. I'd
always been curious to see a woman with one, and now my curiosity was satisfied.
After Grace had fucked herself with it for fifteen not terribly enthusiastic
seconds, she took it out of her pussy (which was quite wet, however) and stuck
it in her mouth, "Eh, what's up, doc?"
	I burst into such laughter it caused me to release my grip on my dick
and my hard-on even momentarily subsided. "Oh, man, Kitty...." And then I
suddenly felt sobered. "You know, you really are someone special."
	"Why do you sound so serious all of a sudden?"
	"No, forget about it - I...I just think you're a really cool person."
	"Thanks, Mark," And then she looked serious, as well. "I know I've never
seen your face, but I really like you too..." The mood became bizarrely - and I
do mean bizarrely, considering that she had just had a carrot inserted in her
vagina - somber for a moment, but then Grace brightened up and said, "Hey,
let's try the cucumber too, okay?"
	The cucumber appealed to her considerably more. "My god," she gasped,
"that feels incredibly good - I never would have expected it - I'll have to try
this at home. The coolness of it feels really awesome." She plunged it in and
out of her cunt for several minutes, as the two of us got considerably more and
more worked up. Grace came first, while I held off and then once again she
kneeled so close to the window that it seemed as though I was coming on her
glorious tits.

	At the end of our session each week, I took to slipping envelopes
with $20 and some particular erotic instructions for Grace through the
slot. She told me that she liked getting these notes. They were sort of an
erotic surprise each week that she looked forward to. One week I wrote that the
thought of her attending her classes while not wearing her panties was very
sexy to me. I asked her to do it and report back to me. Sure enough, the
following Monday Grace came to class in a knee-length skirt, unlike the jeans
she usually wore. The skirt itself was nothing at all revealing and wouldn't
have been noteworthy to anyone else, but I was absolutely certain that she
wasn't wearing panties. The thought of her sitting in front of me in "Grace
mode" like that and knowing that I might maybe, maybe, maybe if she somehow
shifted the right way catch a glimpse of her bare thighs and the gorgeus short
straight wisps of her pubic hair was very powerful. It was a very idiotic move
on my part. I have never had so much trouble leading a class in my life and at
a couple of moments I had to mentally will the bulge I felt rising in my pants
back down. I'd like to think my distraction wasn't evident to my students,
however.
	The following Thursday I asked Grace how it went, without any further
leading questions. She told me how sexy she had felt going around campus
without panties, and the charge she got from it. Her exhibitionism was discreet
and clearly intended to excite her - and me - alone. She didn't say anything
about reactions from any of her teachers or anybody else, for that matter. I
felt relieved about that, although part of me wondered whether I was hoping for
her to mention me as Michael, not as Mark.

	I had just finished eating dinner when the phone rang.
	"Uh, Mark? Hi, it's me, Kitty."
	"Kitty?!...." I immediately shifted to my "Mark" voice.
	"Yeah, I called to talk....Just talk, not sexily I mean. I'm not in the
mood...Do you mind? "
	"No, no, of course, that's fine."
	"You know, I realized you're the only person I can talk to about this
stuff. Nobody else really knows." Grace had just had a fight with her parents
and was feeling upset. She also told me that she had been very lonely since
she'd transferred to college up here; she admitted that she was prone to
depression and had been seeing a therapist on campus, too. "I don't have very
many friends around, actually. My roommate is a nurse and works evening shifts
and stays over at her boyfriend's a lot, so I hardly ever see her. I suppose I
could talk to some of the other women that work the booths, but I don't really
have that much rapport with them....You know, it's good that I haven't seen
you, I think it lets me feel like I can open up to you more. I still haven't
even told my therapist about my job - I guess I'm still trying to feel more
comfortable around her. And I realize you're a customer, but I also feel like I
can trust you, and that we both know that we're just having fun - some sort of
mutually beneficial game-playing with each other."
	"Yeah, I suppose that's true...."
	"Doing this kind of work really has been a little weird for me...To be
honest, sometimes I get kind of paranoid about it. I mean, I keep asking myself
is this really me? God, if the nuns from my high school only knew...."
	"Catholic high school, huh?"
	"Oh, yeah....And plenty of sin and guilt too. I wish I could let go of
it all. It was just my frigging luck that my halmoni - my grandmother -
converted to Catholicism when all her friends were becoming Presbyterian or
something....I can't stop myself from being kind of worried about getting
caught and always having a past. I've even done things like make sure that our
phone is only listed in my roommate's name and I'm not even allowing the
university to give out my number or address just in case somebody tracked me
there.
	"And it's just like this whole big identity crisis thing, you know? I
guess most of the guys who go in think I'm this pretty Asian fantasy boy toy -
which is all right, I guess, since it's such a simple stereotype. I mean it can
definitely be irritating, but at least I feel completely aware of it and can
play off of it and use it to my advantage. I just sort of pose and that's
it...But you, sometimes you must think I'm this total Nympho Slut from Outer
Space. You'd be so shocked if you saw me normally...."
	"No, I don't think so at all. Why are you worried about that?"
	"I guess I'm wondering how you see me...whether you think I'm just some
cheap tramp in the sex industry. I guess deep down I realize you don't, but I'm
still bothered by it a little bit. I sort of think well, you might think the
booth is very nice, but you could never take someone like me home to meet your
mother..."
	"Oh, no. You're definitely someone I can relate to...and hell, would be
*proud* to be with. I've always gotten the sense of a bright, sexy woman who is
very real and genuine. Believe me, it's true that I can tell that you're just
playing a fantasy game." (I wondered if that was partly the case because I did
in fact see her regularly in a completely different guise.) "And certainly,
talking like this gives me a much better sense of who you are...And, anyway,
what about me? You'd probably be surprised to see me in 'daily life,' too."
	"No, not really. Maybe it's just that it's obviously more acceptable for
a man to have a wild private, sexual side and then a straight public image." She
paused for a moment. She was clearly feeling very pensive. "Sometimes I wonder
if I'm doing this job mostly because I need to rebel against how strict my mom
and dad were with me and also to thumb my nose at some of my relatives who are
kind of hypocritical, you know?"
	"Huh? What do you mean?"
	"Oh, a couple of summers ago, I was back in Seoul staying with my aunt
and they really were kind of mean, giving me a hard time because I speak Korean
like an eight year old and because my boyfriend wasn't Korean. My family
doesn't have a huge amount of money and I found that one of my cousins is a
prostitute, and it was, like, this big hush hush family secret. No, make that a
family tragedy. But the thing was she was the only one who really was nice to
me. She's a really good woman. I guess I'm trying to feel some sort of
solidarity with her, as well."
	Grace was even more complex than I had thought. I once again found
myself impressed by the way she was so carefully trying to establish full
control over her own life and be who she wanted to be.
	Towards the end of the phone call, she blurted out abruptly. "It's just
not fair that you get to see me and I never see you. What do you look like,
anyway?"
	I was somewhat surprised given what she had said earlier, but I had
prepared myself for just such a question in the weeks before, since I figured
it might be forthcoming eventually. "Well, do you really even want to know? You
were just saying earlier that it made it easier for you to open up to me. And
doesn't it make it more exciting for you when I visit you in the booth to be
able to attach whatever image you want to me? Look, I am considered attractive
- honestly - if that's what you want to hear. How's that?"
	She sounded thoughtful. "Well, I guess you're right....How about just a
little more?"
	"Um, brown hair and green eyes."
	"That sounds nice. I love green eyes."

	I took to analyzing our relationship ever more closely. I was
slipping into an erotic obsession, and I was afraid that it would get out of
hand, if it hadn't already - I was spending a considerably larger part of my
salary than I cared to admit on being able to meet up with Grace in the
booth. I wondered too whether at the base of our relationship lay some sort of
power struggle, at least from my side. I had money, the ability to see her
though she couldn't see me, and - most importantly - the knowledge of who she
"really" was. But this knowledge was trapping me; it was what was making her
irresistibly attractive as well. I was able to see her double life, and
although I viewed Grace/Kitty holistically, as I told her, deep down I could
also see that I was falling heavily for the way in which she was being
portrayed to me alternately as virgin and whore. Being able to view both sides
co-existing within her was tremendously arousing. And though I was sure enough
that she genuinely liked me, I wasn't deluded enough to think that there
weren't primarily monetary incentives behind it. The irony of our studying
issues like sex, power, economics, and the engendered gaze in class was hardly
lost on me.
	There were some other peculiar ironies involved: I knew her real name,
but she thought she was only telling me a false one. Conversely, she thought I
was telling her my true name, but she was getting a false one. In a sense we
were both being very unsafe in this very safe sex we were engaged in. In her
job, she was running the risk that sooner or later someone - besides me - would
come in that recognized her. And I was taking a risk that she would discover
that "Mark" was none other than her instructor and there was no way of knowing
what that could lead to, for better or worse. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
	I picked the phone up on the third ring. It was about time for Helen and
me to have our long Saturday night call. "Hi," I said enthusiastically,
expecting it to be her.
	"Hi, Mark. It's me again, Kitty."
	"Hey - nice to hear from you...How are you doing?" Again, nonchalant in
manner, though I felt anything but, deep inside.
	"Ummm, I don't know. I was just feeling kind of lonely and very horny,
and I was thinking about talking to you....If you were here, I swear to god, I'd
jump your bones in asecond."
	"That sounds nice...."
	"No. Seriously, Mark. I mean...it's hard for me to ask this....but,
really, if you were willing to spring for a motel, I'd come meet you. Right
now?...Are you busy? I just realized today that it's been exactly one year
since I got laid, and that's way too long. I think with you I could still feel
anonymous and that there'd be no strings attached, so I'd feel comfortable."
She seemed to be slurring her speech slightly. I wondered if maybe she'd been
drinking and that had given her the courage to call.
	I felt like I had just been hit by a truck. What to do? On the one hand
this seemed like exactly what I'd been dreaming of, and yet....There was Helen,
of course; I really didn't want to screw up our relationship. But I realized
that was only a pretext - I was distressed to see that I'd be perfectly willing
to cheat on her. I was much more worried about what would happen if I showed up
and she discovered that I was her anthro teacher - her desire to remain
anonymous was more than apparent, and there was little question that things
would get messy. I wanted to be able to keep this relationship going as long as
I could, and I was afraid, considering what she said, that finding out who I
was would put an end to it right there. And I was also uneasy about the sort of
trouble I could get into if I was screwing around with a student - any
student. I mulled her offer over, and then finally - cursing myself the whole
time - said, "Look, Kitty, believe me, I'd love to make love to you..." That
sounded too serious and I corrected myself, trying to sound far more
light-hearted than I felt. "...No, believe me, I'd love to have obscenely kinky
sex with you, but I just don't think it's a good idea. I will give you the best
phone fucking of your life though, if you want, right now."
	She sighed. "No, you're right.....I can't even believe I got up the guts
to just ask you that. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea...." Her voice
trailed off. "Anyway, I've got a porn movie on, and my dildo, and a cucumber
here with me....."
	"Oh, so you've already started without me, eh?"
	"Umm, yeah," she said, sounding sheepish for the first time in all our
conversations.
	"Okay, how about first tell me a little bit about what you're wearing?"
	"Let's see. A UCLA t-shirt and white bikini panties. I like this pair a
lot, 'cause they're kinda satiny. They've got a slight wet spot just at my
pussy, you know, since I've been hot for a while."
	"Mmm. sounds great. And I like the idea of you in something more
'natural' than what I'm used to seeing you in....What's going on on the screen?"
	"Well, there's these two really sexy women with one guy. The guy is
fucking one of them doggy style while she eats out the other woman."
	"Why don't you imagine you're joining them - or that you're the woman in
the middle. Would you like to lick the other woman's pussy?"
	"Uh-huh."
	"Okay, imagine you've got her face buried between her very soft
thighs. Lick all around her and think about the wetness of her cunt. Try to
picture how good she feels when she gets your cute little tongue on her clit. I
heard her say how sexy she thinks you are - she's never been with an Asian
woman before , but has always wanted to be. Now, think about that guy's hands
holding you down wile he fucks you. He's got his nice firm hands on your waist
and he slides his cock in and out of your pussy. You're already very, very wet,
aren't you?"
	"Yes."
	"Try and get on all fours if you can. Slip your panties off to one side
and then slide the cucumber into your cunthole. Imagine that it's his cock. Can
you do that for me?"
	"Okay. Hold on a sec. Uhhhh, there.....it's in. That feels good."
	"Now slide it slowly - that's his big hard-on fucking you, filling you
up."
	"Yeah, I'm watching him and imagining he's in me. He's got an awesome
body. I'd love to run my hands all over his chest."
	"Yeah, imagine how it feels - and then imagine running your hands all
over that woman's tits. She's got great tits, doesn't she?"
	"Uh-huh, she's got great fucking tits. I'd love to suck on them. Mmm,
imagine squeezing them is making my cunt even wetter...."
	"Good, now imagine that you're rubbing your titties right up against
hers. You can feel your nipples press against each other....and that guy is
still right behind you pounding in and out of your horny little pussy."
	"Have the woman turn so that we're in a 69 while he's fucking me..."
	"Okay, she goes beneath you and you can tell that her tongue is
alternating between your clit and his shaft while he's sliding in and out of
you. Meanwhile you keep lapping at her pretty blond pussy. Can you feel her
boobs pressing into your tummy?"
	"Yes, they're really soft...."
	"Good, and you know what? I'm right there in the room with you, jerking
off wildly as you put on this great show for me, watching you with this girl
and guy. I'm going to come over towards you so you can suck on my dick - "
	"Yes - "
	"Yeah, I'm right there. I'm reaching down and playing with your nipples
while you run your tongue over the head of my dick."
	"Oh, god, I want to feel your cock in my mouth so bad, Mark...."
	"Are you still fucking yourself with the cucumber?"
	"Not really. I'm just leaving it in there to fill me up, while I rub my
clitty."
	"Okay, just give it a few hard fast strokes, and then go back to playing
with your clit." Deep moans from the phone receiver. "Now stick you're tongue
out and pretend you're licking me. Let me hear you moan some more."
	"God, yes. I really am a nasty little slut, aren't I, fucking myself
with this cucumber and masturbating over the phone with a guy I've never even
seen before?"
	"Yes, Gr - Kitty" (Shit - I've really got to be more careful.
Fortunately the slip wasn't noticeable...or at least there was no reaction from
Grace). "I can tell you love being just like a little bitch in heat."
	"Oh, fuck, say that again."
	"Yes, you nasty little girl, I can tell you love being a little bitch in
heat - being incredibly dirty and nasty on the phone - "
	"Yeah. Jesus, my clit feels like it's on fire. I'd love to feel your
tongue on it."
	"Yeah, wet your fingers with some of your saliva and then imagine it's
me licking you....."
	She interrupted me with a low shriek. "Oh, god, Mark, I'm going to
come...." I came with her.
	We were silent for several seconds. I have no idea what was running
through her head. Hell, I couldn't even *begin* to describe what was running
through mine.
	Finally, Grace spoke again. "Wow, thanks. Man, talking like that is
*really* sexy." She sounded relaxed and happy, but there was also a tinge of
sadness in her voice.
	"Yeah, it is....." We spoke for quite a while longer, having thrown off
whatever melancholy lay upon us and chatted in a friendly way. I told her I'd
be in to see her in the booth on Thursday.
	As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again. It was Helen. "Hi, hon -
I've been trying to call, but your phone's been busy for a long time. Who were
you talking to?"

	The only time I ever saw Grace on campus outside of class was at
one point right near the end of the semester. I had stopped in for a caffeine
fix at the student union to get me through my mid-afternoon downtime. She saw
me first. "Oh, hi, professor. I was actually just about to do some studying for
our class." She motioned to the course reader she was holding.
	I guess it's my acting experience, but I still found it possible to
retain my composure and act normally around her in class. "Oh, man. Please don't
call me professor - I don't even have my Ph.D. yet. Michael will do...."
	"Nice day, huh?
	"Yeah." I grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerated bin.
	"Hmm - I'd been thinking I'd get a cappucino, but it's so hot I think
I'll get a Coke instead, too." I noted that she reached for a bottle instead of
a can. A bottle? Perfectly natural and there was nothing objectionable to it,
but.....
	"Bye. See you in class tomorrow." Jesus, she certainly looked like a
typical - if gorgeous - student as she walked around campus. The thought of
watching her sliding the coke bottle in and out of her gorgeous pussy just a
few weeks before was still emblazoned in my brain.

	The school year was almost at an end. I racked my brains trying to
figure out some way to keep up my "relationship" with Grace. Could I reveal
myself? I just knew that would be too risky. And I was petrified of harming my
relationship with Helen, which was certainly still fine. I felt the promise of
ecstasy and agony. It was all too easy to imagine falling in love with Grace
and fucking myself up completely in the process.

	"I brought in something special. And this is for me, not for you,
so don't worry about tipping today. Hold on a quick second." Grace set the
phone beside her. Reaching down below her cushion, she pulled up a Benetton bag
and proceeded to remove some clothing from it. I watched as she hurriedly
slipped on what looked like a high school uniform: white blouse, plaid skirt,
and knee socks. She then quickly slipped her hair back into a pony tail.
	"Wow, you look absolutely fanta - "
	"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned." Grace interrupted me before I
could even blurt out the rest of my compliment. I figured out immediately what
she was up to. But Jesus H. Christ, what did I know about what went on in a
confessional?
	"I came to the confession booth, father, because I've been having impure
thoughts."
	"What sort of impure thoughts, my child?"
	"All I can think about are boys' bodies. I want to run my hands all over
them. I imagine having all the good-looking boys from school lined up naked so
I can look at them all over, especially their penises. I wonder what it would
be like to feel one of them put his thing in my vagina. I like the idea of
taking off my clothes for them and having them watch me too. I would walk back
and forth naked in front of them and I wonder if they would think I'm sexy, and
if seeing me naked would make them get erections. I've never seen what a boy's
penis looks like when it gets hard, father, but I want to. I wonder if I could
make them want to touch themselves."
	"My dear child," I put on my best pompous voice, "I'm sure that if he
were confronted with a girl as lovely as you in that situation, even the pope
would find himself busily stroking his infallible cock."
	Grace giggled, and I started to lose it too, but she soon snapped back
into a more serious fantasy mode. "But, father, are these feelings natural or
am I a bad girl for having them?"
	I couldn't actually tell whether she wanted reassurance or to hear that
she was a sinner. Maybe a mixture of both. I held on for a moment before
responding.
	"And, I've got something else to confess too, father, I...I like to
watch you, when you're delivering your sermon. I watch you as you stand up in
front of everyone and I find myself thinking about...about...I think about going
underneath the pulpit and taking you in my mouth while you talk to everyone. I
imagine bobbing my head up and down on your cock, working on you frantically,
my saliva trickling down your thighs. My head would be under your robe and I'd
be tickling your balls as I suck on you. I'd even slide a finger into your ass
and the whole time you'd be preaching...I'd be able to feel your hips start to
move back and forth 'cause I'd make you feel so good and I'd get all wet, and
I'd feel my juices on my panties. And the whole congregation would be out there
listening to you talk about how we shouldn't be sinful, but they wouldn't know
what was going on. If the pulpit disappeared, everybody would see me and know
what a horny little cocksucking slut I am and how you're a sinner too, and the
thought makes me work on you even harder. I would start to fingerfuck myself"
(and with this she inserted two fingers inside her panties) "and I'd imagine it
was your cock moving in and out of my tight little cunthole.
	"You know what, father? I wish there was no wall in this confession
booth so that you could just reach through and touch me. And I want to touch you
too, father. I would love to make you feel good with my body. I know you can't
see me on the other side," (though, of course, she knew I could see her with
incredible clarity), "but try to imagine how wet you make me." And now she
started to recline and her skirt bunched up around her thighs. She spread her
legs and I watched as her hand rubbed busily beneath her panties. She lifted
her ass slightly from the couch and with one hand she started to inch her
skimpy white cotton briefs slowly down over her thighs, wriggling a bit until
she had pulled one leg free. She was clearly very, very wet.
	"Now, child, you have to learn to master these impulses."
	"But I get so, so horny, father. My pussy gets so itchy. What should I
do? I don't want to touch myself because I know it's bad, but I just can't help
it." She continued to rub herself very vigorously as she spoke. Her pubic hairs
were slick and matted.
	"I don't think saying a hundred "hail Marys" would be sufficient for
you. Perhaps, child, you need a spanking. Yes, I think you will have to come to
my office and bend over my knee. That seems to be the only way to rid you of
such vile, evil thoughts."
	A sly smile came briefly to Grace's lips and passed. "Oh no, father,
please don't do that."
	"Yes, Kitty, I think I'm just going to have to paddle your cute little
behind. I'm going to spank you until your bum cheeks turn bright red."
	"But, father, what would you say if you knew I had something even worse
to confess? I've been doing a naughty thing. I've been working at a peep show
parlor, because I want to save money to buy a car and...and...and...just
because I wanted to see what it was like. Is this really, really such a bad
thing?" At this point some other emotion appeared on Grace's face. Something
more than a fun fantasy scenario was going on here.
	Things were getting close to home, and I thought we'd had enough of the
hellfire and brimstone approach. Maybe I should switch into something that came
a little more naturally to me. "Kitty, now, you must know that God *will* love
you no matter what you do."
	Grace's tone of voice switched too. She suddenly got serious and all the
coyness evaporated. "Damn - I know. Why does society want to fuck us up like
this? I mean I must seem like I let go, by being here and the way I talk to
you, but even so, there's still this tiny little nagging voice I can't get rid
of that comes up every once in a while..."
	"Yeah, you'd think that sexual expression would be the most natural
thing in the world, given biology, but it's one of the most socially
constrained...." There was a lot I wanted to say, but I checked myself and
trailed off. I was already sounding too academic. I quickly donned my priestly
fantasy voice again and intoned, "God gave you sexuality as a sacrament, my dear
child. Be fruitful and multiply, the bible tells us. So go out and fuck like a
bunny rabbit. But be sure to use a condom."
	Grace smiled. "Spoken like a true priest...." But then a change to
seriousness again. "You still approve of me, father, even if I work here?"
	"Yes, my child, I do."
	And yet another change in the tone of her voice, something hard to
describe, something that gave the impression of distance. I got the sense she
wasn't really even talking to me any more. "And promise me you'll love me,
aboji, no matter what I do?"
	Aboji? Hmm...maybe I was beginning to understand just a little bit
more. "Yes, darling, I'll always love you, no matter what."

	A few nights later. The phone rang and suddenly the scene
shifted. At last, at last:
	I tugged Grace's hips down over me and begin to lick her cunt eagerly,
as I squeezed and caressed her outrageously sexy butt. The scent of her
lubricated pussy filled my nostrils and I felt transported to another realm. It
felt so great to be in a 69 with her finally, and the way her tongue was
swirling around my prick was sending me into ecstasy. She was kissing and
sucking on it eagerly, hungrily, lovingly. One hand was following her mouth
gently up and down on my shaft and the other was lightly tickling and scratching
my balls. Grace moved her mouth away from me and whispered, "I think I'm falling
in love with you." And I was feeling a sense of complete surrender to her in
return. We moved our bodies around so that the head of my cock was positioned
right at the entrance to her wet, open vagina.
	Suddenly, there was a frantic knocking on the door and I heard Helen's
voice, sounding oddly disembodied. She was sobbing hysterically. "Michael,
Michael, are you in there?"
	I awoke from my dream with a start, my heart pounding. It was several
hours before I could fall back to sleep.

	Tuesday afternoon the week exams were ending Grace came by my
office to get her final paper back; her hair was down and for the first time I
had seen her on campus she wasn't wearing glasses. "Hi, Michael?" She could
tell I was surprised by the way she looked.
	"I almost didn't recognize you. Did you just get contacts?"
	"Well, you know, summer time. Just a new look, I guess. I'm heading back
home to LA tomorrow for the summer."
	Tomorrow? Jesus, no - "Kitty" hadn't given "Mark" any sort of warning
about that. I controlled my feeling of heartbreak and said, "Hey, you did a
great job on your paper. I really enjoyed reading it." I wasn't lying; she had
written a very interesting piece, solid A work.
	"Oh, I'm glad you liked it. I was kind of panicky about it for a while.
I came by your office once to see about getting an extension, but you weren't
here. I had even thought about getting your home number from the secretary of
the anthro department and then I decided it just wasn't worth bugging you at
home." My heart skipped a beat when I realized the implications of what that
would have meant. "So I just managed to get everything together, and it all
seemed to work." She looked down for a moment and focused on the shirt I was
wearing - a new paisley thing I had just bought earlier that week. "Hey, that's
a great shirt - it goes really well with green eyes like yours."
	"Oh...thanks." I was more than a little startled - again.
	"But anyway, have a great summer and good luck with your career. And
thank you...." There was a studied pause. She continued smiling, but the smile
underwent an odd transformation so that it seemed to be the same smile that had
been devastating me for the last several weeks in the booth. A slight blush
appeared on her cheeks. And then she fixed her gaze on me with what can only be
described as a *penetrating* stare and went on, "....thank you for the most
provocative class I've *ever* had." She paused for a few moments, as her face
grew redder, and she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the
other. "Well...um...so long." She hastily turned to leave.
	What the fuck!? She really *does* know...How long?...She wasn't just
displacing Mark onto me, her green-eyed instructor, was she? No, no, that
didn't make sense. Was this really intended as a come-on from her as Grace to
me as Michael?....My mind was in a whirl. I watched as she walked quickly out
the door of my office. Was she hoping I'd take the initiative and come after
her? After ten seconds of hesitation in which I frantically ran through what I
should say, it suddenly dawned on me that I had no way of tracking her down if
I didn't find her now. I jumped up, knocking my chair over. To hell with the
consequences - with Helen, with the job, with what Grace might say to me if she
actually didn't know I was Mark.
	I darted out the door after her, but she had already disappeared down
one of the corridors. Which way had she gone out, dammit??? Taking a gamble, I
ran out the front exit. No Grace. I shouted out her name loudly, almost
maniacally, and several people turned around to stare at me. In desperation I
sprinted around the building, once, twice, and then out to the plaza, but she
was nowhere to be found.
	
	 Copyright (c) 1996 by Horangi. All rights reserved. This story may be
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