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Rekindling My Lesbian Past (MFF, FF)
by holly 




I have been begging my husband to help in my attempt to relight the
sexual fires of our marriage.  When we first dated, there was nothing Jeff
or I wouldn't try.  While there were things we didn't do, anytime one
would ask about attempting something new, the other complied.  But that
was 30 years ago.

With the years, our sex life has grown old.  We may actually complete
intercourse once a month.  Jeff is now 49 years old and I know he is
concerned about turning 50.  I am 47 and without being too forward, I can
honestly say I have managed to keep my youthful figure.  It hasn't been
easy, a lot of dieting and exercise. One advantage I have is that my
breasts have never been very large.  I was upset about this and even
considered enlarging them 20 years ago. But now they don't sag much at
all, while my friends are fighting a losing battle with gravity.   Jeff
too, has managed to keep himself fit and the sparkling of grey in his hair
only adds a certain distinguished factor to his appearance.

Jeff uses the stress of hs job as an excuse for his lack of interest in
making love.  He works for a major corporation and seems to be fighting
job cuts most of the past 4 years.  I am a professor of political science
at a large local university.  We have no children, although we had
considered adoption a few years back.

In my occupation, I see a lot of youthful spirit and sexuality.  I must
admit to having fantasies involving several of my students.  I would never
act any of them out due to my strong ethical background.  Despite this
moral attitude, I now must admit that for the past six months, I have been
having a sexual relationship with one of the kids that works in the
bookstore.  I feel it is acceptable because I do not (and will not ) have
this student in any classes.

I met Stephanie as I was browsing the magazines in the school bookstore
one evening.  I had gone to the bookstore to check on the arrival of
textbooks I had ordered for the next semester, when I decided to look
through some of the magazines.  As I said it was getting late and the
bookstore was getting ready to close. I told Steph to go ahead and close
down, I was only browsing through the magazines.

After looking through my usual fare, I was turning to leave when I
spotted a Playboy, on the top rack.  At first I was surprised that a
college bookstore carried such sexually explicit material, but then I
realized they were old enough to buy these.  On the cover was a very
sensual picture of a beautiful young lady.  Then I saw one of the cover
headers that read "Make Your Bed a Love Nest".  I decided to look for the
article, after all, Stephanie was closing the store and she wouldn't be
watching me.

As my fingers ran through the pages trying to find the article, I came
across a pictorial of some very attractive young ladies.  I then realized
it was a college coed edition.  More importantly it was of girls in the
same athletic conference as our college.  I looked at some of the
beauties, dreaming back to the days I was so young, perky, and horny.  My
problem was, I was married in college so I never experienced some of the
fooling around the other girls did.

Then my eyes gazed upon some of the most adorable and sensual legs I had
ever seen.  They were very tan and very long.  My eyes ran up the photo of
this gorgeous coed, she had average sized breasts that were very firm, but
my eyes exploded when I saw the opened sweater she was wearing.  It had
our school's logo on it!  I immediately looked to see who it was....as you
probably guessed it was Stephanie!  Her beautiful black hair and emerald
like eyes.  I couldn't help but stare.

I was lost in admiration, recalling my college days, and a few lesbian
encounters I had engaged in.  I really enjoyed being with another woman,
but was too scared to ever suggest to Jeff that I had bi-sexual desires.

My thoughts came crashing back to reality as I heard Steph ask, "What do
you think?"  I didn't know what to say.  I was too embarrassed that this
young girl not only caught me (a professor) looking through a "girlie"
magazine, but admiring the photo of her naked body.

Steph broke the silence, "I'm surprised we have any left.  Usually we
run out of the 10 copies we get within two days."  "We got 25 copies this
morning, that is the last one."

I was still red as I closed the magazine.  I started to put it back
explaining, "I never read these...." I was sure she had heard that before.

"It's okay, Dr. McClaskey.", Steph tried to make me more at ease, "You
would be surprised at how many women buy that magazine."  She then reached
in her bag and pulled out a copy of her own.  "See, Even I have a copy."

I tried to regain some composure, "Yes, but you are in the magazine.  I
was trying to find an article...."

Steph interrupted, "Yeah, if I had a dime for everyone who claims to
"read" Playboy."  Then she looked at me and added, "Go ahead, take that
copy, I will put it on my account and you can pay me....that way no-one
knows...and it is one less copy for these frat boys to gawk at."

I am not sure why, but I took the copy and gave her the money for it.  I
was still feeling awkward as I walked to my car.  "Wait...", I heard Steph
yell, just before I had unlocked the car door.

"Yes, Stephanie?", I responded.

"I know this is kinda strange, but...well..." That was all she said
before she broke down in tears.  I walked to her and put my arm around her
shoulders to comfort her.

"Go on, what is the matter?", I finally said.

"I need someone to talk to.", Steph finally admitted. "Could...I mean
would....."

I interrupted, "How about getting some coffee?"  Steph nodded and we
both got into my car.  I knew of a fantastic coffee house only about 5
minutes away.  Most of the houses close by are crawling with students.
This one seems to cater to an older client base.

Neither of us said anything during the ride.  I think it was a combined
embarrassment.  Me at being caught looking at pictures of naked college
girls, and Steph from crying.

As I pulled into the parking lot of my favorite hangout, Brewed Books,
Steph finally broke the silence, "I have never been here before."

"I like it here because I can get away from the worries of the
university.", I answered.  I couldn't help but stare at her firm butt as
she walked in front of me to the entrance.

She was wearing a short red skirt which accented the shapelyness of her
long legs.  Again I found myself daydreaming back to my college days and
thinking of the seductive clothing I had worn back then to tease the men.
I had a feeling that was what was bothering Steph.  The men at our college
have most likely been giving her grief since the pictures came out.

We were seated at the same table I have sat in for the past three years.
Jamie, our waitress, was her usual happy self and quickly took our
orders.  While waiting for our coffee, Steph and I engaged in the usual
small talk, about classes and the bookstore.  We were both waiting for the
conversation to turn to Steph's problems.

Jamie returned with my espresso and Steph's latte in record time.  That
is when I could see the tears welling up in Stephanie's eyes.  "You can
talk to me about whatever is troubling you.", I assured her.

"I just feel stupid talking about this with someone I barely know." was
Steph's reply.  After a little more assurance from me that I would hold
our conversation in the strictest of confidence, she decided to tell me
what had made her cry.


It seems that Steph and her boyfriend, "Max", had just broken up last
week.  At first I was a little worried, I hated listening to other
people's romantic problems.  She explained that Max wanted her to sleep
with him.  She said no (repeatedly for the past 4 months), and he dumped
her for Sally Lanter, the university slut.

Steph explained to me that she wasn't a virgin, she had been with
several guys during high school, but she didn't want to have the hassles
of a sexual relationship.  I guess Max knew she was not a virgin, he also
knew of the nude photos she had posed for and automatically assumed she
was easy.

After a few more bouts with the tears and my assurance that she had done
the right thing, Steph began to cheer up.  We each ordered another
coffee and then Steph began crying again.

I was becoming tired of this and abruptly said, "Listen, Steph, if you
can't let him go you are destined to seek men for the wrong reasons."

She brushed the last streams of tears from her eyes and explained that
she was also concerned about the pictures.  Originally she posed because
she needed the money and thought it would be a neat way to meet people if
she did leave Max.  Now she was worried about the idea of guys at school
seeing the pictures and thinking she was a slut.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "DO you KNOW what boys do with
those magazines?"

I had two brothers and knew exactly what went on before bedtime.  And I
was sure they weren't looking at MAD magazine.  I didn't want to tell her
that (just in case that wasn't what she was thinking).  I finally
answered, "They hang them up and stare at them."  I immediately knew she
wasn't buying that story.

"THEY JERK-OFF TO THEM!!!", Steph screamed, loud enough that several
other patrons looked our way.  She lowered her voice and finished, "Some
guy is masturbating and fantasizing that I am going down on his cock!"

I must have turned red at hearing this young girl using the word cock,
or maybe it was that I was uncomfortable talking sex with one of the
coeds, I'm not sure.

I explained that she would have to live with the decision she made and
come to grips with it.  Then out of nowhere came the question I had been
waiting for, "Are you a lesbian?"

I didn't know what to say.  I knew it looked bad, afterall she HAD
caught me staring at a Playboy.  Finally I gave her my answer, "No, I am
not a lesbian.  I AM married."

Steph obviously felt I was being defensive, "I didn't mean to offend
you.  I just...well... you know?"  I am not sure if it was my imagination
or not, or if it was purely coincidental, but I could swear I felt Steph,
rubbing her nylon covered foot against my leg!  With all the talk of sex,
I was also feeling very damp between my legs.

That combination caused me to say, "I have been with women...back when I
was in college."  I could not believe I was telling this to a girl almost
30 years younger than I.

The topic then turned to my sexual history.  Especially my lesbian
encounters.  I told Steph of a couple incidents and explained why I like
both men and women.  Women are so tender, so nice, so sweet.  Men are much
more animalistic (except Jeff).

"Dr. McClaskey?", Steph began, "I think I may be bisexual?"  She phrased
it, as Alex Trebek would say, "in the form of a question".

"Please call me Liz." I answered, "What makes you think you are
bisexual?"

"I have fantasies about other girls at school, I even found myself
getting excited while looking at the pictures of the other girls in the
magazine." Steph was telling her heart-soul to me but I still was not
convinced that she was bisexual.

"Many people, even men, have dreams about sexual encounters with members
of the same sex, that does not make them gay, or bi."

"Did you get wet, ...I mean excited, when you saw my body in the
magazine?"  I didn't know what to say.  This conversation had gone too
far, too fast.  I couldn't tell her the truth, which was that I am still
wet as we talk, but I also couldn't lie to her and break her heart.

"I'm still wet.", I finally admitted, still shocked at my boldness with
this young coed.

"You're just saying that...to make me feel better?" Again she asked
instead of telling this statement.  This time there was no mistaking the
feel of her toes as they rubbed seductively up my leg.  Reaching higher
than they had before.  Steph looked at me with desire pouring from her
eyes and lips.  She added, "How do I know you are wet?"

I was bewildered by all of this.  Then I let go of my inhibitions and
excused myself to the ladies room.  I removed my panties and stuffed them
into my purse.  I took one vain glance in the mirror and straightened my
hair before returning to the table.

"Ok Steph. Since you want to run your leg against me, and you want to
see if I am wet or not, run them on up and see for yourself!" I think I
surprised her, but soon I felt her foot wandering up my naked leg.
Fortunately, the tables are covered and no one could see what was
happening.

I closed my eyes as I felt her toes brush my thigh, which was wet also
from my excitiment.  Soon her toes rubbed against my pubic hair and
nestled in against my clit.  "How do I know you didn't splash water on it
when you were in the bathroom?"

I could not believe that she didn't think I was wet, why would I take
off my panties if I wasn't getting horny?  Steph smiled and added, "I
guess I will have to investigate further."  That is when I felt her big
toe, part my swollen lips and insert itself into my dripping pussy.  I
moaned lightly, getting the attention of our waitress as she was nearing
our table to check on us.

I sat up straight, not wanting to be caught.  I think I succeeded in
explaining to Jamie that I was re-enacting that scene from "When Harry Met
Sally".

After Jamie  left the tab with us, Stephanie smiled seductively at me
and said, "You ARE wet.  So I must have done something for you?"  She
winked and added, "I really would like to experience what it is like to
make love to a woman."

My near-miss with getting caught brought reality back to me, "I don't
think we should..."

"Please, I need to be close.  I want to feel love, not just sex." Steph
pleaded.  "Drive me home, my roomate is gone.  I want to experience
this....PLLEASSSE!"

I know I had to be losing my mind for even considering her offer.  I
wanted to protest, I wanted to say "no", but my lips said, "Come on, let's
get the car."



 Fantasies 02
 Rekindling My Lesbian Past
 by holly


Stephanie only lived a few minutes away from the coffee house, so it
didn't take very long to drive there.  Through the entire drive, I was
trying to rationalize my actions.  I knew I couldn't go through with this,
but the escapade during coffee had really excited me.

As we drove into the parking lot to Stephanie's apartment, I could see
that she too was very nervous.  It caused me to reflect back on my first
lesbian encounter.  It was very accidental.


I was a freshman in college and my roommate, Jan, was going out on a
date.  I had just broken up with a guy I had not been seeing very long and
was very emotional.  Jan tried to cheer me up but then realized I was too
down for her to go out.  I told her to go ahead and finally she agreed,
but only if I went to dinner with them.

Her boyfriend, Charles, was not too excited about the idea unitil Jan
explained to him that not every guy was able to go on a date with two
beautiful women at once.  I again tried to back out, not wanting to be in
the way.  I knew Charles wanted to have sex with Jan, they always ended
their dates by hopping in the sack.  Jan was always telling me the whole
"scoop" the next morning.

Anyway, to make a long story short, during dinner (and after a few
drinks even though none of us were old enough) the subject of sex came up.
 The talk was getting very nasty and I had to admit I was getting very wet
as the subject heated up.  Liquor always had that effect on me.

We started discussing fantasies, I told them my fantasy of making love
in the middle of a field, while a rainstorm pelted down on me.  Jan told
of her fantasy, which shocked me slightly, and that was to take part in a
gangbang with ten guys and her as the only female.  To lighten the
shocking nature she added, "Of course all this would happen in a
rainstorm."  We all laughed at her joke, teasing me about my romantic
tendencies.

Finally Charles admitted his fantasy was boring in comparison, but
turned him on every time he thought of it.  He wanted to make love to two
women.  He smiled as he described a very detailed scenerio.

As he finished spilling his guts to us, Jan screamed, "WE CAN DO THAT
TONIGHT!"  Fear came to my face as all I had planned on was dinner, not a
three-way with my roommate and her boyfriend.  With some convincing, and
my curiousity to see if Charles was as great as Jan claimed, I agreed but
only if no one spoke a word of this.

The night began with petting and not much sex.  Jan gave Charles a
blowjob while he licked my pussy.  He was very talented at tonguing my
clitoris.  Jan finally came up and mounted his cock (which was every bit
as big as she claimed he was).  About 8 inches long and very thick.  I was
still straddling Charles' face, allowing his tongue to be inserted deep
into my cunt.  Jan was rocking back and forth and moaning very loudly. She
was definately a noisy lover.

I had closed my eyes and started to engulf my thoughts in my own
fantasy, when I felt hands rubbing against my breasts, squeezing them and
sending nerve endings throughout my young body.  I naturally assumed they
were Charles' hands since the idea of two women had never crossed my mind.
 But then I felt a pair of soft lips embracing mine and breasts pressing
against my breasts.  My eyes opened suddenly as I saw Jan's golden blond
hair directly in front of me.  Her face drifting away away from mine, her
eyes closed but her body still thrusting down on the hard cock in her
pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked into my shocked face, I had completely
forgotten that I was sitting on someone's face, being eaten like never
before.  I did not understand why, but I bent over and placed my ruby lips
against Jan's breasts and began sucking her nipples, running my tongue
across them and listening to her moan even louder.  As I nibbled at her
breasts, Jan's body began to tremble and shake, she was cumming and I had
at least a minor role in that!  This had excited me enough that I again
felt Charles' tongue dancing against my entrance.  I too broke into song,
screaming and moaning, "OH MY....LICK ME."  I was astonished at Charles'
control as he had yet to orgasm and had brought both of us girls off.

Jan was still bucking against the stiff sword of his manhood and I was
rubbing my cunt harder into his face.  Charles finally pushed me off of
him and said, "I want to fuck you both."  It was that simply stated.  I
wasn't sure what was happening, but Jan had me lay on my back.  Then she
straddled my body, with her pussy rubbing against mine.  Then she crouched
upward into a doggie position, still hovering over my aroused body.  I
then realized how Charles was going to take us both.

Jan began moaning again as he inserted his huge cock into her dripping
snatch.  She began kissing me from my forehead to my breasts.  Her larger
breasts were pressed into mine as she embraced me in a very passionate
kiss.  Her long straight blonde hair was dangling over her face and
brushing against mine.

Then I felt a large object being inserted into my own tight pussy.  I
knew it was Charles' cock.  I had never had anyone as large as him inside
me and it was hurting me a little, but the sensations of pleasure were more
dominant.  As he slowly inched his member into me, I could feel my cunt
stretching to accept it.  When he had fully entered me he began slowly
taking it back out, then just as slowly re-entering.

Finally he began thrusting his huge girth into my stretched pussy as I
screamed for him to fuck me.  "PLEASE OHHHH GOD YOU ARE....FUCK ME
HARDER....FUCK ME"  Jan was getting more turned on by my vocals and began
biting tenderly at my nipples again.  I wanted to keep Charles inside me,
but I had another idea.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock as he was
withdrawing.  My fingers did not even wrap completely around.  But it was
enough to guide his cock to Jan's moist pussy.  I helped him guide it into
her and watched as he thrust and rammed his enormous erection into her.

Then Jan had another orgasm and slowly took Charles' meat out of her
spent cunt.  She then announced, "I want to watch you two fuck.  I want to
see you cum in my best friend."  And that is what happened.  Jan sat
alongside watching intently as her boyfriend ravaged me and finally shot
his load of sticky, warm semen into my hot waiting cunt.

Charles pulled out and I felt some of his cum drooling out of my pussy
and down my crotch.  Charles sighed and then said, "Actually, part of my
fantasy is to see the two women make love to each other.  I was scared to
say that earlier, but you two seem to get along pretty good."  Both Jan
and I turned red, knowing we had been caught earlier and also knowing that
there was no way of convincing him we had never done that before.

I was still very excited from the fucking I had just received and I
could not believe I said, "I'm game if you are?"

Jan smiled and laid beside me.  Neither of us knew what to do.  Jan saw
the urgency in my face and said, "Let me take the cum he left you?"  I was
a little confused, not sure if it was due to the wine or what.  She
continued, "I want to tast Charles' cum from your cunt."  I have always
hated the word cunt but loved hearing it used in this context. (Hence my
use of it in these stories)

"Yes!", I pseudo-screamed, "Lick his cum from my cunt, make me cum!"

Jan lowered her head between my legs, which I gladly parted for her.
Her tongue began licking all over the outside of my crotch.  She was
tasting the seed that had drooled out and was now drying against my skin.
More waves of pleasure burst through my body.  I found myself
involuntarily thrusting my hips so I could press my crotch into her face.

Charles was watching very closely.  He said, "Liz, put a finger inside
her."  That was when I realized that as I was watching her tenderly tongue
me, her pussy was laying alongside of me.  I stared at it, never having
been this close to another woman's vagina before.  She was a true blonde,
though she did not have much hair to prove it.  It was very closely
trimmed.  This allowed me to view her puffy, swollen lips with little
obstruction.

Jan opened her legs, allowing me easier entry. I very slowly pressed my
index finger against her opening.  She was very wet, my finger glided in
very easy.  Then I felt an orgasm shatter through my body without notice.
I could then feel Jan's tongue probing inside my pussy lips, lapping up
the seed her boyfriend had spilled inside me.  As she scooped the lost cum
out her tongue was glancing against my clit each time she reinserted it.
This sent me into a string of orgasms.

I tried to continue with my fingering of Jan, but it wasn't easy to keep
concentrated on it.  I then decided to put another finger in her as well.
It too slipped in easily so I added a third.  It caused a little more
friction and I began fucking her steamy cunt with my fingers.  Thrusting
in and out faster and harder than I thought possible.

She had resumed her moaning and now was mounting her pussy above my
face.  We were now in a 69 and I kept thrusting my fingers in her as she
continued licking and tasting my cum.  Charles again had to tell me, "EAT
HER LIZ, that's what it's there for."

I let my fingers fall from her cave and took a moment to again look over
her beautiful pussy.  I licked my fingers to try to grow accustommed to
the taste, but was surprised when I found that I liked the taste.  It was
very sweet and very good.  That was all I needed.  I thrust my tongue into
her waiting snatch and began flicking it inside her.  I was thrashing her
with my tongue, very awkwardly and not very well.  But she kept moaning
and screaming, begging me to make her cum.  "THAT"S IT LIZ."  she cried,
"TASTE ME, MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR FACE!"

After only a few more minutes of this, Jan was screaming irrationally
and not making very much sense.  I felt more of her nectar seeping onto my
tongue as she covered me with her juices.

It was like that when we woke up...lying next to each other, our pussies
only inches from the other's mouth, and Charles was gone.

Jan and I continued this for the next three years until she graduated
and moved to California.  I really missed those days, especially since I
am now teaching college and see roommates that remind me of those times,
every day.


"Listen, Liz..." I realized I had drifted off and Steph's voice was now
bringing me back. "All I have is white wine....is that okay?"  From the
sound in her voice I assumed that she had asked more than once.

"Yes, that would be great" I answered.  "Can I use your phone, I need to
call my husband and let him know I will be late."

"Sure, Leave your quarter by the phone." She answered in the same smart
ass way Jan always did.

I called home and as usual Jeff was not there.  I called back to check
the messages and heard his usual excuses.  Then I left mine.  I was tied
up working on a book project.   I tried to rationalize by telling myself,
"I wasn't lying, after all this story might be part of a book someday!"

Stephanie brought the wine and handed me a glass.  We sipped and tried
to act like we didn't know why we were here.  Actually I wasn't sure why I
was here.  My pussy was tingling from my rememberance of my own college
days.  Perhaps her first time would be as memorable as mine was.

Steph was sitting in a chair across the room from me. I was on the sofa.
It was a very nice place for a college student so I assumed she had
money.  Steph pulled the Playboy from her bag and sat next to me on the
couch.  She opened directly to the page with her photo.  Again she asked
me what I thought of her body.

"I think you are a very beautiful young lady.  I would kill for your
legs and your large breasts...."

"I bet you say that to all the girls?"  Now I was uncomfortable again.
I wasn't sure what to say then Steph spoke again, "When was the last time
you were with a woman...sexually?"

I turned flush again and said, "I have not been with a woman since I was
in college.  Only my husband in all those years."

"Do you remember your first time?", Steph asked.  "I mean with a girl."

"Yes, funny you should ask, I was just thinking of that.  You remind me
alot of my first...uhhh...encounter."  I told her the story of Jan and I
and could see it was exciting her.  She was squirming alot and edging
closer to me.

We each finished another glass of wine when Steph said she needed to
change clothes.  She walked into the back bedroom.  After a minute I
decided to follow her.

I walked into her room and gazed upon the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen.  While she was not the blonde that Jan was, she was equally
enticing.  Her jet black hair was also that black around her pubic area.
Her legs were so tan and so long, firm and tight.

She looked up and said, "I wondered what took you so long."  I just
chuckled and sat my wine glass on the nightstand.  Still admiring her
sensuous body and young adoring curves.

As I began to undress, rather slowly as I knew my body was no
competition for hers, Steph spread out on her king size bed.  She had put
nothing else on and was nude as she watched me undress.  "Go On Liz, don't
be shy."

I took off my dress, and stockings, placing them over the rocking chair.
I had no panties since I removed them at the coffee house.  As I
unfastened my bra,  I began to feel self-conscious again.  Desiring larger
breasts, the same as I did in college.  Desiring Jan's breasts.  I let the
bra fall and watched Steph's eyes light up as she stared at them.  I think
she was surprised they were so firm.

"My body isn't what it once was.", I said shyly.

"Relax," Steph answered, "I'm the rookie here.  I should be the one that
is nervous."

"Are you?" I asked.

"Yes. But I want this."

Steph smiled and motioned for me to join her in the bed.  I laid down
beside her and began caressing her cheeks and the side of her face.  She
began moving her hands along my side gently rubbing my hips and waist.
Then as we lay side by side, we embraced in a very steamy kiss.  Her
tongue parted my lips and ventured into my willing mouth.  She was right I
should be teaching her not her taking the lead.  But I took her tongue and
played with it as it explored my oral cavity.

My hands began massaging her arms as hers continued on my waist and
slowly moved to my rear.  It was then that I realized the lights were
still on.  Jeff and I never made love with the lights on, so it was a turn
on to me.  The problem was that it was turning dark outside and her blinds
were not drawn.

I could swear I saw someone in the apartment across the pool looking in
at us.  I decided not to worry about it and I continued exploring the
young coed's voluptuous body.  My hands roaming to her large breasts,
tracing their imprint on her nipples, just barely touching her but enough
to send nerve endings of pleasure through her quivering body.

Steph was still kissing me as she rolled over onto her back, also still
running her hands over my anal globes.  Her touch was like magic, I felt
the desire building in my loins again.

I broke off our embrace as I rolled Stepanie onto her back.  Again
taking a moment to admire her chesty, young body.  She had no tan lines so
I assume she tans nude.  Most likely in a tanning salon.  "You are so very
beautiful, so desirable and enticing.", I said to her.  Then I asked, "You
spend a lot of time in tanning booths I see?"

"No, I sunbath in the nude.", she said very calmly.  "Few people at our
pool during the day so I lay out nude."  I was barely listening to her as
my fingers began gently caressing her neck.  Gradually moving to the
crevice between her breasts.  When Jeff rubs me there I go wild.  I was
thrilled to see it had the same affect on Steph.  Her body began to
tremble as I roamed her pert mounds with the tips of my fingers.

Steph gasped slightly as my fingers tweaked her very large and erect
nipples.  Her eyes again closed.  Still lying along side my young coed
lover, I began lightly kissing her neck and gently working my pouty lips
to her breasts.

As I took one nipple into my mouth, Steph sighed very loudly.  I was
grateful her roomate was not home, because she would have definately given
away what we were doing.  I began lashing at her nipple with my tongue as
my hand journeyed to the wet spot between her legs.  Steph, like Jan, was
an obvious "talker".  She seemed to be screaming louder as my hand closed
in on her moist, steamy, "virgin" pussy.

My fingers immediately found her very large and plump clitoris.  Again I
was envious.  Jeff had to "hunt" for my clit because it was so small.  As
my fingers inadvertantly rubbed against her female-cock, Steph's entire
body began to move.

"OOHHH PLEASEEE, GOD, OOOoooo", she moaned.

I moved lower and positioned my face in her crotch.  The sweet scent of
female lust was overpowering.  I didn't realize just how much I missed
this part of my life until I got that glorious scent.

My tongue instinctively darted for her clit which caused another round
of high pitched moans from Stephanie.

Then I heard a noise inside the apartment!  It was the front door
opening!  I heard keys!  My God, what if I get caught?  Of Course I will
get caught....what will I say?  Steph did not seem to hear anything as her
eyes remained closed, her hands placed against the back of my head,
holding it against her very hot pussy.

Then it was quiet, was it only my imagination?  I waited briefly, still
did not hear anything and proceeded with my tantalizing treat.  Steph was
very wet at this point and I could tell her excitement was increasing as
the pressure she applied to the back of my head became stronger.

The sex was becoming a little more aggressive than I cared for, but I
figured this was her first time and she would learn the greater excitement
was in tendernous as time went on.

Steph was moaning once again, this time it was so loud I began to get
concerned her neighbors would hear.  "OHHH, Lizzz, teach me.....teach me
to do that to youuuuUU"

I knew I was ready also, my pussy was so wet I could feel my own juices
escaping from my cunt.  I laid back, alongside Steph once again.  She
began kissing me, tasting her own juices as our lips intertwined and her
tongue ran against my lips.

Through all of this my mind was only thinking of two things; 1) Did
someone come in? and 2) all the guys out there, looking at her picture in
the magazine, jerking off and spraying their cum on themselves, and here I
was teaching her the art of lesbian sex.

"That tastes so good.", Steph replied after breaking our seal, "Do all
girls taste the same as that?"

I explained that each woman tastes different, same as guys.  But she was
very sweet tasting.  Then she asked, "What do you taste like?"

"I guess you will have to find out now, huh?", I replied, sounding more
like Jan than myself.  Then I realized I had taken on Jan's personality
when I engaged in this activity.

Stephanie explored my body, copying many of the things I had done to
her.  When she reached my pussy, I felt her tongue swipe across my clit.
I couldn't believe she found it so easily.  But as I thought about it,
every woman I had been with was able to locate my "trigger".  It was only
the men in my life that had trouble.

Stephanie licked my swollen cunt lips, occaisionally darting her tongue
inside my juicy hole.  Then she looked up at me, my juices glistening on
her chin, and said, "You taste very good.  I was scared that it would be
real strong, like guy's cum...but..."

At that point there was no doubting the fact that the noise I heard was
a door.  This time it was the bedroom door!  Standing in the doorway was a
very large man, I would guess he was 6-5 and his body was as wide as the
doorway.

Stephanie was as shocked as I was.  She must have been quite a sight
with her face glistening from my nectar.  The man was very black and did
not look very pleased at what he had discovered.  He looked familiar, most
likely a student at the university.

Finally he said, "What in the hell is going on in here?"

Steph stood up not trying to cover her nakedness, "Turner, what are you
doing here?"

"I could ask you the same, this isn't your apartment....I thought you
and Max broke up?", Turner quipped back, "Besides Max said I could use his
place for poker party tonight.

I had taken the blankets and covered myself with them.  He walked to the
bed and removed the covers, "Might as well show me what you got Momma, you
already been caught."   I was feeling very dirty all of a sudden.  Then
Turner spoke to Steph again, "I didn't know you was into girls?"

Steph mumbled a little and tried convincing him that this was her first
time.  As she was speaking several more guys came into the apartment.
Turner summoned each of them to the bedroom to look at what he had found.
We were both lying side by side and completely nude for them to gawk at.

My only relief was that I did not know any of them,  most of them were
young black men and from some of their comments I gathered they played
football.  But at lest they did not recognize me as a professor.

That was until, Shane Tringston walked in.  Shane was the Quarterback of
the team but he was also a political science major...and I was his
academic counselor!  "My God," Shane screamed, "Steph is sleepig with my
professor!"

I finally stood up and said this was enough.  But Turner glared back and
said, "Not if you know what's good for you, I mean we can get you in a ton
of trouble missy."

"What are you going to do RAPE us?", I asked very vehemently, "WE know
who you are and you will get caught."

"Relax, Honey," another of the black men said, "we ain't gonna rape
anyone."

"Yeah", Turner agreed, "We just wanna watch you two finish."  As the
last word came off his lips, Turner unzipped his jeans and removed the
largest, thickest cock I have ever laid eyes on.  He began stroking it and
it continued to grow.  Soon the others followed and began masturbating in
front of us as well.  The group had grown to over ten guys.  I guess they
were calling everyone they knew.

I looked over at Stephanie to see what she was thinking, she was rubbing
herself also!  Two fingers were buried inside her cunt as she greedily
thrust them in and out of her sopping pussy.  As she looked over to me, I
could see the combination of lust and embarrassment coming from her.  "I'm
sorry, Liz", she said, "I thought since Max was out of town we could use
his apartment."

I nodded that I understood, still not sure how I was going to keep this
from spreading across campus.  "Why didn't we go to your apartment?", I
asked.

"My parents are staying with me for the week and they are at my house."
Steph answered, without removing her fingers from their juicy confines.

"Enough chit-chat ladies, let's see some action.", came a loud voice
from the group of men.  I immediately recognized it as Jeff's.  I found
out later that he had been playing poker with these guys for several
years.  Now I knew his secret....and he knew mine.  I crawled between
Steph's legs and began tasting her sweetness once again.  But this
time....we had an audience.