Tangled Hearts

by Laurie Ames

  The second of these issues was the fact that although her husband was a well-known respected judge, he unfortunately over the years had gained quite a lot of weight. He was now a stoutly two hundred and fifty pounds and had grown another chin or two in the process. She had long gotten used to her female associates asking how she was still able to “do it” with him. She’d even gotten the usual uncomfortable questions about what she still saw in him. To both these questions, she always gave the same exact answer:

  “You don’t really know him at all, he’s really such a sweet gentle man.” It wasn’t really a thorough answer to the question, but most people took it as a subtle hint that it’s really none of their business.

  However, it wasn’t a total and complete lie. For the most part, Neil was really a sweet man, even if he was a workaholic. And besides, Alicia was somewhat of a workaholic herself. What she had never told anyone—and she would probably die before she ever would—was that it had been Neil’s hefty size that attracted her in the first place. Her fetish for his large size became secondary when she later fell in love with him for his intelligence and kindness.

  At least that’s what she had been telling herself for years, when she was being a little less than honest with herself. For as long as she could remember, she always liked staring at bigger women more than large men. Men no longer drew more than a second glance, however when it came to BBW women, it was a different story altogether. She was utterly enthralled by the plentiful curves, the ample bosoms, their voluptuous bubble butts…

  ‘Not a good time!’ She chastised herself inwardly, as she added the finishing touches to her makeup and grabbed her briefcase before heading out the door for her first class.

  Chapter Two

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  It was almost evening when Tyreesha dragged herself to the final class of the day, tired and looking forward to getting home and getting a jumpstart on homework. Her day had been uneventful so far, which seemed to be part of the curse of being a freshman: take all the required classes the first year to get them all out of the way—including the boring ones. You don’t usually get to participate in any of the “fun” classes until at least your sophomore year.

  ‘But this is the one class that you’ve been really looking forward to, so stay awake, damn it,’ she thought as she plopped down in the sturdiest-looking chair that she could find in the large classroom. As beautiful as she thought herself to be, realistically speaking, most of the chairs in the room were not exactly the most comfortable for a woman of her girth. Her silent pep talk did help, as she perked herself up in preparation for her last class of the day.

  Tyreesha had spent most of her high school years not knowing what she was going to do with her life. That changed one day in the middle of her senior year while she had been flipping through television channels. She’d ended up catching a rerun of the pilot for the show “Drop Dead Diva.” When she saw that a bigger woman had such an important career, she’d figured, ‘Why not me?’

  Her small inherintance was the catalyst that helped her financially. She had spent the rest of her senior year looking up the nearest colleges that offered law degrees. She’d nearly fainted after looking up the required classes and the astronomical costs of those classes, and despite her inherintance, she still ultimately had to push her entrance into college back a few years. That had been fine with her, since it had given her ample time to save up the money she needed to get started. She had taken the whole situation in stride, even though working at the local Subway was not, in her opinion, anywhere near as glamorous as being a high-priced lawyer.

  But she had the start she needed. Tyreesha had not been born privileged enough to be able to pay the high college tuition costs. She was not like many of the affluent students around her, which caused her to feel a slight twinge of envy.

  ‘But soon, you’ll be standing with or against them in the courtroom, defending high-priced clients and pro bono cases alike. You’ll show them what it means to make yourself something from nothing’, she told herself as she arranged herself in a “look alive” pose, with her pen and notebook ready, as soon as the door of the classroom opened.

  A tall, pretty, slightly blond woman made her way into the classroom and Tyreesha almost dropped her pen to the floor when she got a good look at her. Tyreesha immediately pegged her to be around forty something years old, but if she had seen her outside of class, she would certainly have thought her to be younger. ‘And I probably would have also hit on her’, Tyreesha admitted to herself.

  While she had slept with quite a few different men and women in her lifetime and would admit to being bisexual, Tyreesha definitely knew she preferred women over men. In her opinion, women had a better idea of what they were doing than men, at least when it came to bedroom activities.

  “Good afternoon class,” the hot blonde professor began as Tyreesha focused her attention on the woman more closely. “I’m Professor Wright and this semester, I will be your teacher for this class.”

  “Wright? Are you Alicia Wright, the lawyer?” Asked a young student from the front row of the classroom. The question definitely caught Tyreesha’s attention; obviously her pretty new teacher was fairly well-known in social circles.

  “The former lawyer, yes,” Professor Wright said correcting the student. “I no longer practice law; I only teach it now. But that’s enough about me. Are there any actual questions about your curriculum?”

  The sour note in Professor Wright’s voice had not escaped Tyreesha’s attention. To the curvy young black woman, it suggested that her new teacher was used to correcting people when it came to details of her recent career change, and that fact intrigued Tyreesha.

  “Okay class let’s get started,” the professor said with a tone of finality, before any of the other students could ask more questions that she likely did not care to answer. Tyreesha had to repress a snort of laughter at that.

  ***

  Despite the class lasting into the early evening, Tyreesha felt more alert than she had been since waking up that morning. She had been enthralled with Professor Wright’s authoritative voice, as if she were still fighting for a case in a court room. The teacher presented facts and arguments as if actually presenting a case in real court, however while teaching, she was actually presenting the “fake” cases from a point of view of both sides.

  Professor Wright lectured in a way that captivated Tyreesha. She had hardly been able to take her eyes off her attractive new teacher. Taking notes seemed painful when her mind was racing elsewhere. Somehow, though, by the time the class had ended, Tyreesha was proud that she had taken some thoroughly detailed notes. Of course, none of the other students in the class had talked to Tyreesha, but considering the slight age and social status differences, she wasn’t very surprised about it.

  However, just because the other students in the class ignored her did not mean she didn’t eavesdrop on them. It’s not that she cared about their personal lives, but her ears had tuned in when they mentioned the pretty and popular professor.

  According to the gossip that Tyreesha had overheard, Professor Wright had gone from being a highly sought-after lawyer to a college teacher out of shame that her only daughter had dropped out of law school and was living a pauper’s life somewhere in Europe.

  Tyreesha had never been one to put much stock into gossip, so she really wasn’t sure about how much, if any, was true. Not that she was planning to pry into her teacher’s personal business or anything, but she was curious as to why a beautiful, seemingly successful lawyer would give up her high-class profession just to teach others.

  Sighing happily, Tyreesha hurried home to prepare a late dinner and get her studies done before it got too late.

  ***

  Alicia had practically dragged herself into her house after class, which was also her newest acquisition. She had no papers to grade yet, but already, she was starting to feel as burned out as she usually did by the time a semester was complete.

 
‘Am I going to drop dead before this semester is out?’ She wondered to herself as she set her briefcase down onto the floor of her bedroom and began to undress. She knew that Neil would be home late that night. He was dealing with yet another case, so she had herself some peace and quiet for the evening.

  She had to admit she was a little bit disappointed with the students that had ended up in this class, that being prying snobby rich kids who were trying to snoop into her personal life. As usual, they’d had the high-end clothing and tech gadgets to match their snooty attitudes!

  ‘Well, not all of them’ she thought silently, as she put on her silky nightgown. She was thinking of the pretty curvaceous young black girl who had been sitting near the back of the classroom. She appeared to be a few years older than the other freshmen and seemed to have… less expensive taste. She hadn’t raised her hand once and if Alicia wasn’t mistaken, she had looked confused when the one young lady had asked for confirmation of her identity. She took that to mean the young black woman had never even heard of her.

  ‘It was kind of nice, actually,’ she thought as she climbed into bed. ‘A nice change of pace. It doesn’t hurt that she’s good-looking. Now those are some buxom curves on her--that’s what you call a big, beautiful woman.’

  She knew these unspeakable thoughts were wrong, but the more she thought about it, the hotter she started to feel. ‘So what! It’s just a little sexual fantasy to feel this way, what’s the harm? Alicia could feel her nipples getting hard as they started to protrude through her silk nightgown. She squeezed the nipples firmly between her finger and thumb and could feel her crotch getting moist. These forbidding thoughts of her curvy student were all so new to her, but strangely it felt so good. She tried to clear her mind but couldn't stop fantasizing about Tyreesha. She thought briefly about grabbing her bedside dildo and pleasuring herself.

  Alicia’s thoughts continued until she finally closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

  ***

  Tyreesha was very tired after all the homework she’d managed to do that night. To make matters worse, she’d been thinking of the gorgeous professor the whole time. But she didn’t have any classes the next day, so she had lots of time to do the rest of her studies tomorrow. It also left her with a bit of time to have some fun time with herself, before she fell into sleep. Soon she was fantasizing about Professor Wright and wondering if she could be a passionate lesbian lover. Of course, she already knew the answer because she was married to a male judge and had a child. But just the intimate thought of herself with the sexy older professor made her hormones start racing. That image was all it took to make her hand move down between her bare thighs, and thankfully she had decided to sleep with no clothes that night. She was already a little wet, so it was easy to slide a finger into her pussy. “Ohhh!” she groaned out loud as she enjoyed a rush of heat to her pussy.

  She pictured the attractive teacher in class, wondering what it was like under Alicia’s business attire. She imagined a nice set of perky white tits, although they certainly they would be a touch saggy due the professor being somewhat middle-aged. For Tyreesha, this added to the allure.

  Alicia was on the petite side but had a nice curvature to her, the kind that told Tyreesha she’d had at least one child. Tyreesha’s favorite female conquests had been the ones with kids, the ones she would find while hanging out in her favorite lesbian bar. The truth is she would feel guilty about many of those, since some had been wearing wedding rings. Either they had been in denial, experimenting, or just coming to terms with their sexual attractions.

  What she had enjoyed most about those women was the delightful feeling she got from touching their hips during foreplay. Not to mention the feeling of eating them out, their pussies so nice and stretched out…

  This is what she pictured with Alicia. Yes, in Tyreesha’s head, her prim and proper Law Professor would always be referred to as “Alicia” whenever she thought of her slightly rounded hips and enticing pussy. By now she was using a hand to spread her nether lips while the other hand was stroking her clit. She imagined her professor getting ready to go down on her.

  Alicia’s mouth had surrounded her soaking mound, first her tongue darting in and out, then her lips sucking her clit—painfully hard. Tyreesha imagined Alicia had no experience with being sexual with another woman; that’s what she assumed from the gossip anyway. At first Alicia might not be skilfull in her technique but Tyreesha would be more than happy to give her a proper education.

  They would switch positions; Tyreesha would suck gently and slowly, showing her beloved teacher exactly how it should be done between two women. Alicia would be moaning, yelling for her to keep going, not to stop. Tyreesha would need to instruct her professor to massage her own tits as the older woman probably wasn’t the type to be familiar with pleasurable adventure.

  Tyreesha began to alternately massage her own clit and slide her fingers deep inside, while quickening her rhythm as she neared completion. She imagined introducing Alicia to the joys of her toy collection, trying one beautiful toy at a time. Alicia turned out to be an eager student, begging for more and more toys. As she fantasized about using her newest and largest toy with Alicia, her orgasm gushed out, in a ragged, desperate and unending way. To her amazement, it was one of the most powerful orgasms she’d had in a long time.

  Feeling breathless and drained, she had barely enough energy to roll over before falling asleep, soon dead to the world. After this, college class would never seem the same.

  Chapter Three

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  They were unable to speak one-on-one until mid-October, when Tyreesha had a question regarding a topic about one of the advanced law courses. It hadn’t been a ploy. Tyreesha did in fact have trouble figuring it out and she was not going to hesitate in asking for Alicia’s help.

  As for Alicia, she was excited to assist with personal guidance as she had not stopped thinking about her beautifully curved student for that whole month. Tyreesha had been nervous about speaking to her but eventually opened up. They talked for some time and Alicia went out of her way to explain the nuances of the law topics. Much to Tyreesha’s surprise, Alicia then turned to more casual and personal conversation.

  “Tyreesha, I cannot help notice how different you dress from the other students,” said Alicia with a smile. “Yes, I realize they are wearing the latest haute-couture fashions and designs. But they seem more concerned about outdoing each other with clothing styles and less concerned about the course itself. Not one student has ever come to me for individual help, except you. I notice you wear more conservative clothes to my class but in my opinion, you outshine all of them.”

  “Well…the truth is I am as poor as a church mouse. I get all my clothes from the second-hand thrift store on Fanny Street.”

  Alicia sighed, “Oh God no, there I go putting my foot in my mouth again!” exclaimed Alicia. “I had no idea that you dressed like that out of necessity. Honestly, I did not mean it as a put down! The truth is you are very pretty in your clothes and I respect you for not dressing up like a Christmas tree.”

  ‘Did we just make a connection? It did feel very genuine and sincere,’ thought Tyreesha to herself.

  “No worries, thanks for the nice compliment,” she replied. Tyreesha took a glimpse at the cleavage that was loosely displayed between Alicia’s shirt buttons. She tried to look away and found it difficult to make eye contact. Then Alicia’s perfume was starting to waft in the air. This was intoxicating to Tyreesha as the delicate fragrance teased her senses and began to drive Tyreesha crazy.

  “I too have grown up poor. I’ve have had to work very hard to build my career,” said Alicia.

  Tyreesha was floored with that comment. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Tyreesha found these comments to be very pleasing and flattering. She wanted to reach over and plant a big kiss on those luscious lips of Alicia’s. However, she did not pry further because it could be too intrusive, and a university classr
oom was neither the time nor place to discuss in-depth personal topics. Tyreesha was comforted by the fact that someone so successful had come from circumstances so similar to hers.

  It was at this point when Tyreesha realized that a crush had now become something entirely else. She was quite sure about having strong feelings towards Alicia. But there was no time to dwell on it since exams would be next month. To say nothing of how many assignments she had to complete at this time. But in her spare time, she was checking what other classes her pretty professor would be teaching for the next few years.

  ***

  Alicia was quite content spending time talking to her attractive student. It had been rather cathartic to get to know her on a personal level, even if only for a very short time. Because of the inappropriateness of the situation, she’d been nervous about being caught with a student in the middle of a personal conversation. Being a new professor while answering the curvy student’s questions was not nerve-racking, but sharing personal information was an entirely different story.