Kylie felt her breath quicken just slightly as she looked at Jen’s bare chest and stomach. She felt something odd inside her, something telling her to reach out and touch Jen, to tangibly feel this sexuality that Jen was so obviously conveying.
“Well?” said Jen, smiling and bouncing her breasts side to side.
“You’re so pretty,” blurted out Kylie, immediately turning bashful at her candid remark. Jen laughed and beamed.
“You’ve probably never seen a 45-year-old look this good, eh?” said Jen. “I know all the students talk about me,” she continued. “I love it,” giving a devilish grin.
“Everybody thinks you’re hot,” admitted Kylie.
“Do you?” said Jen.
Kylie nodded and tried to stifle a nervous smile, looking away toward the record player against the wall.
From her close-legged position, Jen climbed up and walked on her hands and knees across the couch toward Kylie. As Jen approached Kylie now, she stuck her head out and pushed her lips up against Kylie’s, a kiss that Kylie eagerly returned. The two women remained there kissing for a moment, Jen on her hands and knees, her breasts pointing down and moving just slightly, and Kylie sitting on the couch not knowing what to do with her hands.
Jen pulled back from their kiss and sat back on her knees now, again sitting with the tall straight back of someone who spent time working out.
“Okay Kylie,” started Jen. “Here’s my proposition,” she smiled warmly and looked into Kylie’s eyes. “I’ll change your grade to an A and all you have to do is let me go down on you, that’s it.” Jen was obviously getting worked up by vocalizing this trade as she started to absentmindedly rub her own tit with her hand. “How does that sound?”
“That sounds just fine,” said Kylie, turning her body more and lying back against the arm of the couch.
“You won’t regret it,” said Jen. “I want to teach you how to really have an orgasm.”
Kylie’s heart was beating fast and she could feel herself getting moist underneath her panties. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and tried to steady her breath.
Jen now took hold of Kylie’s jersey-knit skirt and shifted it up over her hips, bunching it around Kylie’s waist. Underneath, Kylie wore light pink silk panties that already had a little dab of moisture soaking through between her pussy lips. Jen ran her hands over Kylie’s bare thighs and Kylie let her head fall back against the couch arm, closing her eyes, and very much enjoying this forbidden encounter she found herself involved in.
Leaning her face down, Jen kissed the wet spot in Kylie’s panties and Kylie felt a tingle course up her body, noticeably shivering with the teased sensation.
“You’re already wet,” cooed Jen, kissing Kylie’s panties again. “Do I sense some excitement?”
Kylie nodded fervently, folding her hands over her stomach and holding herself. She lifted her hips slightly to indicate to Jen that she could remove her panties.
Jen took the cue immediately, and slid her fingers down the elastic band of Kylie’s pink panties. Deftly pulling them over Kylie’s hips, Jen drew them down over Kylie’s thighs, over her knees, and then off her feet. She placed the panties on the coffee table and then repositioned herself between Kylie’s legs. Kylie, feeling amped up and eager, pulled her knees up into the air and planted her feet firmly into the couch cushion, opening her legs up to allow Jen to take what she wanted.
Gradually lowering her head back between Kylie’s thighs, Jen’s lips approached Kylie’s womanhood and she could feel Jen’s hot breath against her. Then Jen pushed her mouth into Kylie’s pussy, Kylie’s lips puffing out as Jen did this. She ran her tongue, long and slow, from the base of Kylie’s pussy, through her lips, and up to her clit. Kylie’s body shuddered.
“Do you like that?” whispered Jen.
“Do it again,” said Kylie quietly.
Jen obliged and gave Kylie’s pussy another slow, steady lick. Kylie could feel herself growing moister with the attention, and when she looked up and opened her eyes she could see Jen’s mouth and chin glistening with Kylie’s own juices.
“You have such a perfectly pink little pussy,” commended Jen, admiring Kylie. Jen took her forefinger and tenderly prodded between Kylie’s lips, running her finger up and down between them, collecting that creamy, viscous lubricant that was slowly seeping out of Kylie’s pussy. She moved a gob of Kylie’s grool up toward her clit and started to massage her clit in slow, concentric circles.
Kylie quivered and jostled in her lying position, shifting her hips slightly and releasing a low moan. Her chest heaved up and down as her heartbeats increased. She couldn’t believe she was having her first real lesbian experience at college and that it was her professor that she was allowing to pleasure her. It seemed like a campy late-night movie but this was all too real. And it made her feel truly alive.
Jen now buried her mouth into Kylie’s lips and lapped at them, suckling the moisture and munching on her as though she were eating a ripe piece of fruit. Her finger fondled Kylie’s clit in measured, steady movements, maintaining a medium pace and conducting herself as though she had been in this position a hundred times. Sincerely, Jen knew what she was doing and it was obvious to Kylie by how expertly Jen was able to pleasure her.
“That feels awesome,” moaned Kylie reflexively. She grinded her hips in a slow circle, but was careful not to knock Jen off her amorous advances.
Jen now switched up her motions. She placed her mouth cupped over Kylie’s clit and sucked and licked and lapped at it, while she put her middle and forefingers together and began to explore Kylie’s lips. Moving her fingers up and down between Kylie’s longing lips, her fingers soon became drenched in Kylie’s wetness, and Jen sensing that Kylie was ready slowly eased her fingers into Kylie’s hole.
“Oh God,” called out Kylie as she felt Jen’s fingers enter her. It was amazing, it was perfect, and it was the most incredible attention anyone had ever given her sexually.
With her fingers thrusting steadily, Jen slurped at Kylie’s clit, milky viscid wetness pooling around Kylie’s pussy and moistening the way for Jen’s motions. Jen hummed into Kylie’s clit, the vibrations sending a current gushing through Kylie’s body, the intense sensations growing steadily more powerful.
Kylie began to pant and sigh with her heavy breathing, Jen taking note and sustaining her licking and fingering. Lifting her hips up off the couch and thrusting them back and forth into the air, Kylie could feel herself reaching the precipice, looking over at the pleasure down below. She moaned and called out, her eyes tightly shut and sweat beads precipitating from her brow.
“Come for me,” purred Jen into Kylie’s throbbing pussy, labia puffy and heated.
Kylie felt that swell engorge her, a powerful stream of tingly energy wending its way through her limbs. Suddenly her gentle air-thrusts ceased and her body went rigid, her mouth agape and emitting moans of extreme gratification. Her thighs rustled and quaked and she could feel herself embedded in the most textbook orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.
Jen held tight, lapping up and manipulating Kylie’s clit, but then removed her fingers and cupped her mouth over Kylie’s clit and the top of her pussy, suckling ardently as she ushered Kylie through her orgasm. Kylie cried out, her face covered in sweat and tears, until abruptly she collapsed back into the couch, muttering pleasured expletives under her breath. The muscles in her pussy tightened and loosened, pulsating, as she was overcome with the full completion of lust and desire.
Smiling, Jen pulled back from Kylie and sat up on her haunches. Kylie toppled over and shut her legs, quivering there on the couch. She felt soaked between her legs and could feel a wet spot below her on the couch.
She lay there winded, finished and fulfilled, and she wrapped her arms around herself. Kylie’s mind was gone, blank, and she simply enjoyed the orgasm aftershocks right there in the moment.
“You obviously enjoyed that,” grinned Jen, sticking the fingers she had used to
pleasure Kylie into her mouth and sucking Kylie’s wetness from them. “Mmm.”
Kylie nodded, eyes still closed.
Reaching out to the coffee table, Jen took her wine glass and sipped from it. She sat there on her legs, gazing lovingly at Kylie, watching her come back down from the clouds.
“I would say you’re the one who gets the A,” said Kylie, and Jen started laughing headily, giving Kylie’s inner thigh a tender rub.
“Why don’t you lie there and recover,” started Jen. “And in a little while we can go for extra credit,” she said. “How does that sound?”
Kylie nodded quickly, excitedly, both insanely aroused and contented all in the same moment. It was so surprising yet all so natural. Never had she believed that what just transpired could actually happen to her, but here it was. She let herself fall deeply into her own mind, replaying the scene, conjuring up images of her beautiful professor behind her closed eyes.
She sighed serenely. She ached for more.
It was as though an inimitable new door had opened and she gracefully floated through.
*
Kylie opened her eyes. She was still lying on Professor Jen Martine’s couch, her blue jersey-knit skirt pulled up over her hips, completely naked from the waist down. Soft music played from the record player at the center of the room. Kylie quickly shimmied her skirt back down over her thighs and sat up straight on the couch. She noticed her panties crumbled up on the coffee table and grabbed them, pushing them into one of the skirt pockets.
Reaching out, she took her wine glass from the coffee table and sipped from it. Kylie looked around the room and listened, but she couldn’t see or hear Jen anywhere.
Kylie still felt quite moist between her legs and she played back her experience with Jen. She had never been so pleasured before by someone who obviously knew their way around a pussy. It was enlightening and it made Kylie feel incredibly confused. She never pictured herself being pleased by another woman, especially such an older and attractive woman like Jen. Kylie was only 18 years old, about to finish her freshman year at college, and Jen her English professor was 45, the same age as her parents. It was a mind fuck.
She took another sip of wine.
Kylie had never even had sex with a guy before and here she was, at her professor’s house, the lighting dim, a glass of wine in her hand, and she had just been eaten out by a much older woman. She squirmed a little in her seat, and then propped her legs up onto the couch and sat on them. With so many questions now running through her head, she looked around once more, hopping for Jen to return so that she could get a better handle on the situation.
Almost as if on cue, Jen came back into the room, she too holding a glass of wine, wearing her terry cloth short shorts and her black tank top. She had undone the bun from her hair and her brown locks now tumbled down her chest, wavy and haphazard, but still looking styled and effortless. Jen smiled at Kylie as she approached the couch.
“You’re up,” said Jen, taking a sip of wine.
Kylie smiled back at her and nodded.
“I’m glad,” said Jen, now coming around the couch and sitting down on it next to Kylie. She propped her bare feet up on the coffee table, her legs spanning the gap, long and lean and toned. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be out for the night.”
“Sorry,” said Kylie embarrassedly. “I just needed to calm down.”
“I understand,” Jen said and then chuckled lightly.
“I’ve never done that before,” said Kylie.
“Well, what did you think?” said Jen.
“I liked it,” Kylie said, starring off. “It felt good.”
“Terrific,” Jen said, setting her wine glass on the table. “Consider yourself passing my class.”
“I totally forgot about that,” said Kylie. Jen laughed and reached out toward Kylie, moving a tress of Kylie’s blonde hair out of her eyes.
“Well,” started Jen. “Do you want to stick around for a while or is that it?”
“I can stay,” said Kylie. “I mean, may I stay?”
“Yes, darling,” said Jen. “You can stay as long as you like.”
Kylie smiled at Jen, took another sip of her wine, and then set the glass on the table by Jen’s.
“Can I ask you a personal question, Professor?” asked Kylie.
“Jen,” replied Jen.
“What?” said Kylie.
“Please call me Jen,” she said. “And yes, ask away.”
“Okay, Jen,” said Kylie. “How long have you been a lesbian?” Jen laughed tenderly at Kylie’s query.
“Well, all my life,” said Jen.
“When did you know?” pressed Kylie.
“Ah,” said Jen. “I see. I figured it out in college,” she continued. “I had a night with a friend from my volleyball team. After that,” said Jen. “Well, I could never go back to men after that.”
“Had you ever been with a man before?” said Kylie.
“Sure,” said Jen. “I’ve had sex with men before. Looking back, I was never really into it. Cocks are so weird,” she said with a laugh. Kylie smiled and laughed softly as well.
“What do you mean?” said Kylie.
“Have you ever sucked a cock, dear?” said Jen.
“Yes,” said Kylie, blushing.
“It’s like sucking on a goofy long thumb,” said Jen. “A thumb that eventually spits mucus out at you.” The two laughed together at Jen’s image.
“That’s a good description,” said Kylie.
“And the guy always wants to hold your head against his cock,” said Jen. “Like, when he’s about to come, he tries to hold you tighter to make you swallow it.” Jen shook her head and laughed to herself.
“It’s kinda awful,” admitted Kylie.
“Exactly,” said Jen. “I was just never into it. Then, when I met Audra, my friend from volleyball,” she said, amused as she reminisced. “It was like a new world had opened up. I never returned to dating men.”
“Well, I don’t know how I feel,” said Kylie. “It’s confusing.”
“That’s okay, Kylie,” said Jen. “Just live your life.”
The two sat in silence for a moment, both women considering each other and the situation in which they found themselves.
“You’re not the typical lesbian,” said Kylie finally.
“Whatever that means,” said Jen, reaching for her wine once more. “Lesbians are just people. We don’t have to be battle-axes with mullets like we’re often portrayed.”
“You’re gorgeous,” continued Kylie.
“Thank you,” said Jen, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Kylie’s lips. Kylie blushed and looked down. “You’re beautiful too, dear,” Jen said, pushing Kylie’s chin up with a slender finger.
“You’re in such good shape,” continued Kylie. “You’re in better shape than me and I’m, like, half your age.”
“I guess maybe that’s the butch side of me,” laughed Jen. “I love sports and working out.”
“So it’s all right that I stay for a while?” said Kylie, fidgeting her hands in her lap. “I like talking with you.”
“Yes, babe,” said Jen. “Why don’t you just stay over?”
“Stay over?” said Kylie.
“Yes,” said Jen. “Stay overnight.”
Kylie suddenly felt quite nervous, both out of fear and novel excitement. She considered the implications of staying overnight at Jen’s house. Would they sleep together? How far would it go? Looking at Jen, Kylie couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. Her body was trim and fit, her face smooth and clear with just the slightest hints of wrinkles to indicate her age. She looked like an older fitness magazine model.
“Okay,” said Kylie sheepishly. “I can stay overnight.”
Jen beamed. She reached out and placed her hand on Kylie’s bare thigh and then bent in and kissed her. Kylie faltered for a moment, but then she too leaned into the kiss. The two women, one middle-aged and the other quite young, fondly kissed each othe
r for a few moments. To Kylie, filled with trepidation, it felt like practice and discovery.
“I promise I’ll be gentle with you,” said Jen, once they pulled back from their kiss. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.”
Kylie nodded and smiled, looking into Jen’s kind blue eyes. While Kylie could admit that this night was predicated on Jen’s predatory scheme, the trading of an A grade for sex with Kylie, she couldn’t help but feel exhilaration with this new experience. She was most certainly curious about what it was like to be with a woman, and Kylie was willing to continue down this rabbit hole to find out.
“It really felt amazing when you went down on me,” admitted Kylie.
“I’ve had practice,” said Jen with a laugh.
“Maybe you can teach me to do that,” said Kylie.
“Oh certainly,” said Jen. “You just need to think about what you’d like done to yourself. That, and reading your partner to see what they like.”
Kylie nodded as she absorbed Jen’s words.
“Listen,” continued Jen. “Why don’t we just take this to my bedroom and we can continue the lesson.”
Kylie felt that anxiety again, knowing precisely what Jen meant. She could feel her heartbeat quickening and her breathing growing heavier.
“Okay,” Kylie said, complying with Jen’s instruction despite her nervousness.
Jen smiled and stood up from the couch, straightening her tight black tank top. She reached out her hand and Kylie took it, and Jen pulled Kylie up off the couch. Leading the way, Jen sauntered out of the living room and down the hall, with Kylie’s hand still in hers, pulling the young woman along gingerly. The two bounced together, their bare feet traipsing along on the hardwood floor, making their way into the back bedroom.
*
After lighting a few candles around the room, Jen approached Kylie sitting at the foot of her bed and pulled her back up to her feet. Jen embraced her now and pressed her lips to Kylie’s, initiating a slow, passionate kiss. Kylie decided to just run with it all and follow Jen’s lead. She wrapped her arms around Jen’s waist and returned Jen’s kiss with the same fervor that was being given to her. Jen’s arms hung over Kylie’s shoulders, and the two women stood close, chests touching, lips mingling with moist sounds.
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