Wanting more of it – more gasps, more arches of back and whines caught deep in the back of her throat, Kari slid her hand between them, adding her fingers to the pleasure, playing between herself and Mary’s sex. She’d tease inside, rub and circle at their buds. At some point, it became too much – Mary clung to her with nails dug deep against her back and she herself felt her insides quake and flood with the feeling of overwhelming ecstasy.
“Oh… damn…” Her fingers kept working between them. She wasn’t ready to be done. She knew Mary wasn’t, either. One round was never enough for them, never enough to satiate –
With surprised gasp, she found herself on her back, and Mary’s lips at hers. She was spread open with Mary’s hips at her thighs – exposing the wet, pink flesh of her as her satisfaction slid from inside her warm, satisfied womb. Mary seemed to have plans for her, plans she wasn’t going to pass up as Mary’s kisses turned to hungry bites, pulling her flesh between her teeth before she moved down, down – marking her as she went.
Her thighs wide open, Kari arched as Mary’s mouth found her still-sensitive sex. It was a million wires against her skin – firing off pleasure almost too much to handle. She whined, indulging in the feeling of Mary’s tongue within her folds, cleaning the mess of her release from her – and coaxing a new one not far behind.
“Mary… Please. You know what… You know where I want it…”
She could almost feel a smile against her intimacy, the knowing grace of a smirk that often graced Mary lips. Up Mary went, tongue dragging out between her lips before her mouth settled oh so satisfyingly against the red, sensitive bud atop her sex. She moaned, her back arching against the feeling as Mary suckled against it indulgently, tongue laving against it. It felt so good, the intensity just right –
“Ah, Mary—”
In Mary’s fingers slid, and Kari whined at the feeling of it. One… two… A third and forth as she loosened up and the way Mary’s fingers moved within her made her feel full, intensifying the spine-tingling sensations that came from Mary’s mouth on her in tandem.
She could feel it, the more Mary worked over her, the more Mary’s lips and tongue sucked and pleasured her sensitive bud and those devilish fingers stroked her deepest parts – she was going to cum, she was –
Again, she arched, calling out Mary’s name, though it was unintelligible, choked within the recesses of her throat. Her insides constricted around Mary’s fingers, her walls flooding out against the pleasurable intrusion and her thighs and legs – no, her whole body – tightened and wound as the pleasure wracked through her.
Mary kept her mouth on her, until she squirmed, until it was too much. It was a final flick of the tongue and stroke within her before Mary withdrew from her entirely, giving a kiss to the inner flesh of her thigh. Kari lay there, the bliss coursing through her body giving her a high. She was tingly all over, wholly satisfied. As the tingling lessened, a heavy state overcame her – her body feeling like jelly, almost.
“Mmm…” Mary lay beside her, nuzzling into her neck. Kari welcomed the warmth and the comfort of it, slowly coming down from the high to bask in the bliss of afterglow. She turned and practically wrapped her body around Mary, arms and legs tight about her.
“That was lovely,” she murmured. Mary chuckled.
“Oh? Really? I couldn’t tell,” she teased. Kari nudged at her weakly, going to nuzzle up against Mary.
“Yeah, really. I… mmm. It just felt really good.” That was hardly everything to describe it but… that’s how it was. Body and heart melding with Mary’s, hitting that apex of pleasure – both physical and emotional. She could only hope that it remained that way.
She smiled to herself.
Something told her that it would.
***
The months passed. Winter break was fast approaching, and Kari had little time to spend with Mary. Where Mary was planning out exams, grading term papers, Kari was receiving portfolio submissions one by one, spending several hours assisting unsure students and writing up critiques for the young artists that she taught. Though they hadn’t ventured farther into the idea of being more open about their relationship, Kari felt more comfortable knowing they were both on the same page of it happening. There was a relief in it, making her feel less and less boxed in and more freed, knowing that at the very least, one day she might be able to be her authentic self, with a woman she truly cared for.
Those thoughts kept her mood happy, and light, even during the particularly busy exam season. Her student noticed it, and so did the staff. When asked about it, she cited that it was merely the holiday season fast approaching that had her in such high spirits. Only a few questioned if perhaps she was seeing someone – and for the first time her responses included cheeky smiles and a cryptic ‘Oh, you never know.’
Her mood, in fact, was so high, that during her free period she went about her room, humming a tune as she cleaned up and refreshed the room for the next group of students to come in. There was a knock on her door, and glancing up at her room clock, she knew it could only be one person.
“Come in,” she called.
Mary opened the door, walking in as comfortably as if the classroom were her own. Kari smiled at her, wiping down one of the tables as Mary came over instantly, wrapping her up in a hug.
“Ugh, I’m so tired,” she complained. “I’ll be glad when break hits. The students think they have it bad, I’ve got to grade about a hundred term papers that all look like they were pulled from the internet and shoddily sliced and diced to make it seem like they were written properly.”
Kari chuckled, patting Mary on the back.
“It’ll be alright. Come on, sit down with me. We can both use a break.”
They took their usual places at Kari’s desk. With the door closed, however, Mary took Kari’s seat, and it was in Mary’s lap that Kari situated herself into comfortably. Mary’s arms went around her waist instantly, keeping her pressed close to her, and they remained in their embrace, enjoying the silence.
“Ah, this is nice,” Kari sighed. Peace. Quiet. The warmth of her lover pressed against her. It was the best relaxation.
“You’re telling me. I wish the whole school day could go like this.”
“Imagine what the others would say,” Kari mused. “With us all snuggled up close to each other.”
“Well. Could always be worse. I could be bad, you know.”
There was mischief in Mary’s voice, and Kari raised her brow, looking down at the other woman. She wondered if she should challenge that; Mary wasn’t against rising to challenges, and they had become bolder and bolder – at least as far as being affectionate and playful in public went. Certainly Mary was bluffing, though? She wouldn’t do something like that at work.
Something wickedly devious in Kari hoped, though, that she would.
Smirking, Kari leaned down, kissing Mary slow and sweet.
“Oh? And how would you be bad in the middle of a school day? I don’t think you actually have the guts to do anything too terrible. Don’t be such a tease.”
“Tease? Me?” Mary chuckled against her lips, hands sliding less than innocently over Kari’s thigh. “I would never think of doing something so bad as teasing. I think I’ll just go for what the both of us want.”
Kari didn’t even have second thoughts as Mary’s hand slid under the hem of her skirt. There wasn’t actually much that they could do – it was bad enough that they were embracing and kissing at work, with no locks on the classroom door and the possibility for anyone to walk in whenever they pleased to do so. But Mary’s fingers toying at her sex, sliding into her and playing with her made her lose thought of the possible repercussions of the two of them being intimate where they were.
“You’re already so wet,” Mary said, grinning against her mouth before tugging at Kari’s lip. Kari laughed, breathlessly, and she spread her legs further, allowing Mary’s fingers to reach deeper inside. They stroked against her walls, making her wetter, letti
ng it slip out onto Mary’s hand. Her thumb was able to circle and pleasure the sweet bud between Kari’s legs, wetting her further. Kari’s lips never left Mary’s, enjoying the feel over her kisses against her mouth as they sat together. They used the cover of the desk to keep at least some modesty – so there would at least be some small amount of cover should someone barge in, but that as unlikely.
They got lost in each other, kissing and with their hands on each other. Kari’s hand had snaked its way between her legs, too. Mary’s parted as willingly as hers had, and they pleasured each other, getting closer and closer to the peak of climax, that sweet release –
They both started when they heard a sound at the door – something akin to a knock. Kari jumped, startled, looking frantically to the door before sighing in relief – it wasn’t open. Thank God. Her free hand went to her chest, and she could feel the erratic pat of her heartbeat against her palm.
“My God, that scared me. I thought someone had come in,” she muttered. “Just someone at the door.”
Mary laughed, sliding her hand from between Kari’s legs. They straightened themselves up, and Kari stood, moving from Mary’s lap.
“Come in,” she called to the door. No one answered. They looked at each other, and were silent. “Come in,” Kari repeated. Again, there was no answer. Kari went to the door, opening it to peek out. There was no one there.
Kari shut the door behind her, and Mary began to laugh in full.
“We really are like a couple of teens, spooking at any sound of us getting caught.” She grinned. “You think if we lock the door we’ll have some time to finish up?”
Kari thought about it. They really shouldn’t. However…
She locked the door. They had already started – and like a teen, since they so adequately compared themselves to, she was already lit up, her body excited for what could come.
“We’d need to make it really quick,” she said, walking over to Mary. “Really quick.” Mary smirked.
“I have an idea.
What would her students think, if they knew that she let herself be led to the floor by their history teacher? If they knew that without hesitation, she loomed over the other woman’s face after sliding off stockings and panties, pulling up her skirt to give the other full access? Would they be disgusted to know how much she enjoyed the feeling of Mary’s tongue buried deep against her wanting sex? Horrified to know that as she rode the pleasures of Mary’s mouth so tantalizing against her dripping folds, Mary’s own thighs were spread wide, panties down, and her fingers were shoved inside her. Kari knew this – she could feel it against her every time Mary moaned, assumingly hitting a spot just right, or working her fingers feverishly over the bundle of nerves that would bring her over the edge.
She fought to keep her voice down, biting on her lip. Mary loved her insides with her tongue, and it was self-indulgent in the way she let her own fingers play with herself, too. Stroking and rubbing her most sensitive part, bringing her pleasure quickly.
It didn’t take long for either of them to finish. It was a rushed sort of job – but it felt amazing nonetheless. Her release had her spasm against Mary, and she enjoyed the feeling for a few moments before sliding off of her.
“Well that was unexpected,” she said breathily, standing to slid her clothing back into place. Mary laughed, following suit, already getting herself resituated and professional looking.
“Unexpected, but oh so satisfying. You know, I never had this much fun when I actually was in high school,” she mused.
“Oddly enough, neither did I.”
They laughed together, coming in for a kiss. Kari indulged in the taste of herself on Mary’s tongue – she should probably clean herself off properly in that case, before class started.
“Mmm, I really want to stay here and get up to a little more,” Mary said. “But, I should get back to my class. Free period is almost over and I have more exams to grade and students’ lives to ruin with homework,” she said deviously.
Kari laughed, shooing her off.
“I’ll see you later tonight?” she questioned.
“Yeah. I’ll be over around six. Have a good day, darling.”
***
“Mom!”
There was a half-foot layer of snow on the driveway as Kari blustered through it, getting snow in her shoes. It was the first week following break, and while Kari usually wasn’t able to visit her mother often, given she lived in the country just outside of it ‘away from civilization,’ as her mother called it. Between that, a busy school schedule and, admittedly, her relationship with Mary, she had only been calling her mother once a week.
Holiday break gave way to that, though, and her mother stood, thin of body and slight of height. Her father’s death years back had made her mother, who had been dependent on him from the moment they were together, somewhat stronger, if only in her resolution to hold up his standards – always keeping a proper house, giving glory to God, and being as every bit of a Southern woman as Southern was.
Kari embraced her mother, arms wrapped around her frame tight.
“It’s so good to see you, Mama. How’re you? Been holding up well?”
“As well as I can in this cold,” she said, returning Kari’s hug loosely, though that wasn’t much of anything new; the smaller woman didn’t have much arm to wrap with no muscle to squeeze with, either.
“The heater working?” Kari asked as they came inside. She had brought an overnight bag, to stay with her, setting it just inside the door as she took off her jacket and hung it on the rack.
“When it wants to, but the fireplace always roars when I want it to. It’s all the snow outside, you know. Makes it hard to get into town and back for the essentials.”
“You could always move in with me,” Kari suggested, as she usually did. Her mother shook her head.
“You know I couldn’t leave this house. Your father and I built this house. No. I’m fine out here. Your father wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
Kari dropped the conversation from there, knowing that it was an argument that her mother would not budge on. That was alright, however; she couldn’t say that she would have liked to see the home that she grew up in abandoned, or put into the hands of someone else who may or may not appreciate it.
They retreat into the living room, her mother sitting at the loveseat while Kari sat on the couch. Her father’s armchair remained unoccupied, as it usually did; Kari didn’t think that her mother even sat in it anymore, leaving it to be a small monument in the house as a testament to her father. Her mother had already made tea, and there was a tray with a pot. Kari made herself a cup with the free cup that was left out; her mother had always had a liking for sharing fresh tea when she came to visit.
“So. How’s work, honey? Everything going well?” her mother asked after she had had a sip. There was something tense in her voice that Kari couldn’t place; perhaps her mother was upset that she had been taking so much time to work and so little time to visit? But she had never had a problem with it before… at least not one that she didn’t outright say to her.
“Work’s fine, Mama,” she said. “We’ve been really busy, especially with exams.”
“Mmm.” Her mother regarded her for a moment, before taking another drink of her tea. “And what about your personal life? Are you seeing anyone?”
Kari blushed, unable to help herself. She wondered if her mother had heard anything… but that couldn’t be possible. She and Mary were careful at least about not appearing too familiar in public, just as if they were close friends.
“Um. Nothing really serious,” she said, evading the question. She didn’t know if this was the right time or place to tell her mother about Mary, but she knew that she didn’t want to sour the holidays with any sort of negativity.
Her mother set her tea down, neatly on the saucer that it belonged on. She eyed her mother as her mother stared back at her, her eyes suspicious in her gaze.
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The venom in her mother’s voice surprised her, and she sat back from the weight of the fury in her look. She, too, set her tea down, and braced herself.
“Mama, I’m not –”
“Don’t you lie more to me, Kari,” her mother said, stern. “You know what people are saying about you? Do you?”
Kari swallowed, dreading the response. “No. No I don’t. What are they saying about me?”
“They’re saying that you’ve locked lips with some woman you work with. That you’ve been out to town with her. You’re having relations with her. Is it true? Are they lying? I don’t think Ms. Nessa’s boy would lie about something like that, but I didn’t raise you like that and everyone and their mother who I’ve talked to about it been gossiping since the break started.”
Kari was stark white by the time her mother stopped talking. How had people found out? And Ms. Nessa’s boy… did she mean Frank Nessa? She had him in one of her classes but when had he seen her and Mary in any compromising position? Unless… Had he opened the door the last time they had been in her classroom and seen them? How much had he seen?
All of these questions, and fear, coursed through Kari. She was put on the spot, unprepared for her mother’s series of questions and the forced outing she was likely about to face. How could she turn this around how could she –
“Well? Do you have an answer for me Kari?”
Kari swallowed. She looked down to her hands, hoping that the tears that threatened to fall wouldn’t; she didn’t want to cry in front of her mother.
“I’m seeing a woman,” she said. “A coworker. Her name is Mary and I like her very much –”
Her mother stood, suddenly. Kari jumped, staring up at her as her mother’s body loomed over her. While her mother wasn’t large, it didn’t make her unimposing, especially with the situation.
“You live with your father’s good name and you besmirch it like that,” her mother said, her voice shaking in anger. “What would he say if he were alive right now? If he knew what you were doing? When Ms. Nessa told me that her boy had seen the two of you kissing in your classroom, I was appalled at the accusation. I couldn’t believe it. My girl wouldn’t be so filthy, so trashy – but then I started to listen while I was in town and how it spread all over. Did you even think about your actions, how they would reflect on me? What kind of woman are you?”
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