As I pumped I added a twist, rubbing and flicking her G-spot every time. I bit the inside of her thigh and she screamed her release. I stayed where I was, holding her gently in my hand as she convulsed around me. I kissed her navel, enjoying the sound of her whimpering. Her hands reached down for me, trying to pull me up to her mouth. I crawled up her body, lying on top of her, our mouths meeting again. We rolled over onto our sides, curling our bodies together.
“How do you still have clothes on?” she demanded
I just laughed.
“We’ll just have to take care of that,” she told me as her hands ran down my back to my pants, still unbuttoned from the interlude at the sink. She finished undressing me, watching me the whole time. Gently she slipped two fingers inside, as we were lying face-to-face, the palm of her hand grazing my center with each stroke. Her eyes locked on mine and I could see myself in their depths. My leg draped over her hip, my arms were around her, holding her as my orgasm built slowly. The slowness was maddening, but I didn’t want it to end. I had to touch her. I reached between us, mimicking her speed and motion.
“Join me?” I asked. The intensity built between us. I hung precariously on the edge. We sped up a little. Hands inside each other, mouths together, eyes locked, we melted.
III
Sunset Rendezvous
The day was starting to get dim around the edges. She’d been sitting at the table for hours, working. I was trying not to distract her, but as I watched her roll her shoulders for the umpteenth time I wanted to touch her, ease her tension. She was so focused on her work she didn’t notice me watching her, or that I was still in the clothes that I wore to my afternoon meeting. I stretched out my legs, my skirt riding up a little more. I was wearing her favorite shoes, the ones that made my legs look impossibly long and made me feel incredibly sexy. I unbuttoned one more button on my blouse, revealing just a little more. I put down the book I’d been reading, stood up, and smiled as she rolled her shoulders yet again.
My heels clicked on the hardwood floor, but she didn’t even look up. I placed my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was hot to my touch as I rubbed. I used my thumbs to massage the back of her shoulders and her neck. She dropped her pen and her head as I worked out the knots. I continued in silence. I knew where she hurt and how hard to press. She gave a little moan as I pressed on a particularly stubborn knot. We continued this way for several minutes.
She patted my hands. “Thanks babe, I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome,” I told her, “but I think you’re still too tense.” I pulled her chair away from the table. She really looked at me for the first time since I’d gotten home. Her eyes roamed from top to bottom, lingering on my breasts peeking out from my mostly unbuttoned shirt. She smiled as she noticed my shoes. She pushed her chair back farther.
“I might still be a little tense,” she admitted. “Do you think you could help me out?”
I lowered my lashes and looked away. Slipping a finger into my cleavage, I replied, “I don’t know; it might have to get worse before it gets better.”
Moving between her and the table, I took her glasses off and put them aside. I smiled as my hands traveled farther down my torso. I placed one foot on the rung of her chair between her legs. She caressed my leg, stroking my smooth calf. She gave my leg a slight massage and I unbuttoned my blouse farther. I was wet and getting wetter as I finished unbuttoning my blouse. She pulled me toward her, her hands moving up my thighs. I straddled her, holding on to the back of her chair. She pulled my hips tight against her, her fingertips under the edge of my underwear. She gave my breasts a quick wet kiss and I arched into her, rubbing against her belt buckle. I leaned down to capture her mouth with my own, my hands moving through the hair at the nape of her neck.
She tasted like coffee and mints. I let my hands travel over her now-relaxed shoulders, rubbing down her arms, kissing her the whole time. I searched for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up, running my palms over her belly. I pushed her shirt up over her breasts, thumbing her nipples through her silky bra. I tried to get her to raise her arms, but she held tight to my hips, massaging them. I rocked into her, and she rocked into me, knowing her belt buckle was teasing me mercilessly. Her mouth moved along my neck.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one helping you release your tension, not the other way around,” I said, short of breath.
“Oh, we’ll get there,” she assured me.
I leaned back a little, shaking my blouse off and tossing it across the room. She leaned back, finally pulling her top over her head. She didn’t move to touch me. I moved to touch her again.
“I want to see you come for me,” she said. I leaned back against the table for support and reached up to unhook my bra, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes. I was close already. I pinched my neglected nipples, her eyes going back and forth from my breasts to my face. I was rocking slowly, building the pressure, watching her face. Suddenly she grabbed my hips, pulling me hard against her. My body shook against hers as I leaned back in for a kiss. I bit her lower lip lightly as I took her bra off. I moved away, off the chair to kneel in front of her.
The wood floor was hard under my knees but I ignored that as I spread her legs farther, pulling her hips to the edge of the chair. I kissed her stomach, moving up to kiss below her breasts. She put her hands in my hair, pulling out the pins that held it up. I felt my hair fall against my shoulders as my lips found her right nipple. I massaged her lower back as I tongued her nipple. She moaned, tangling her hands in my hair. I continued to worship her breasts. Her skin was so hot, and her flesh tasted so sweet. The clicking noise of her opening her belt buckle brought my eyes up to her face. I looked to see the look, wanting to know her intent, wanting to know if she was going to spank me with her belt. I helped her remove her pants.
I took her left foot into my hand. I kissed the inside of her ankle. I slowly moved up her leg in tiny licking kisses, never taking my eyes off of hers. I could smell her desire and it only made me want her more. I wanted to drag out her pleasure. I like to let it build slowly, until there is nowhere to go but over the edge. I put both of her feet on the rung of the chair, making sure her hips were close to the edge. She leaned back, holding the seat for support.
Cradling her hips in my hands, I leaned in to nip the flesh of her hip bones. She gave a little yip as I grazed my teeth over her skin. Finally my lips found her center, sucking it hard. Her hips came off the chair a little, and she pushed herself into my mouth, wanting more. I gave her more, using my tongue to lick her from top to bottom. I ran circles around her clit and used my right hand to enter her. Suddenly I stopped.
“Please don’t stop, please.”
I waited but only a few heartbeats before I used my teeth and nipped her, pumping my fingers inside her as fast as I could. She moaned a long low moan. Her body shook as I held her in my hand, kissing her hips, licking her tattoo and letting her ride that wave to the end. I stretched up on knees still sore, pulling her toward me, wanting only to kiss her again.
“I should finish my paper,” she told me, pulling away for only a moment before returning to kiss me. I pushed her chair back a little farther, pulling away from her mouth. Standing up in front of her, my skirt fell around my hips. I reached back to unzip it. I stood in front of her in my lacy underwear and high heels.
“Well, don’t let me distract you,” I told her.
Her mouth hung open a little as I walked over to the pile of garments we had made. I bent to pick them up. Throwing her a sexy look, I grabbed the discarded clothes and stood up to toss my hair over my shoulder. I gave her another smile as I headed to the bedroom. Now it was dark, and she was barefoot, but I knew she followed, just far enough behind to watch the swing of my hips and the swell of my butt. The day had finally ended, but the night was just beginning.
AMY’S FIRST LESSON
Dani M.
She’s not much more than twenty-five, was the first thought I h
ad as I sat in my morning English lit class. The new substitute tutor had just rushed in, heels clipping, striding confidently, crisp shirt nudging against soft bronzed skin. She greeted our small group of about twelve with a somewhat sharp smile.
“Good morning to you all,” she announced. “I am Karin, and I am taking over this module for the foreseeable. I look forward to working with you all over the next semester.”
She scanned the room as she spoke, her words carefully chosen, her eyes making contact with each student.
She’s gaining authority, claiming the upper hand, I thought, and I was intrigued. Powerful women always seem to make my pulse quicken, and I found myself really wanting her to look at me.
As she spoke, I watched her appreciatively. Her fine features were framed by long black hair that crept down her back. Every now and again, she brushed it out of her face with her hand. On the way down to her hip, her hand would once or twice touch her own neck and go under her collar. She may have noticed me reddening in my seat, watching her, wondering if anyone in the room could tell how wet I was getting between my legs.
The discussion continued: we were reading Jane Austen’s Emma. I tried to focus my mind, but it was useless. My nineteen years of pent-up lust for girls ached inside me.
I couldn’t help looking at her breasts, which were small and firm and pressed hard against her shirt as she moved. I could hardly stop imagining how it would feel to open the buttons of that shirt, to press my face into them, to take her into my mouth….
When class was over I was relieved to be able to run away. I’m completely fooling myself that she was looking at me, I told myself sternly. Get a grip! I’d never touched a girl before, let alone slept with one, so there was no way I’d know what the fuck I was doing.
At school, I was always called a lesbian. It doesn’t bother me anymore. Really. My boyish features and short hair, as well as the fact that I’ve never actually been interested in boys probably gave me away. I used to think there was something wrong with me.
Now, lying in the dark, thinking of her just makes me crazy. I run my hands over my neck and feel my own breasts, imagining her hands on me. The ache in my belly gets stronger, and I shamelessly part my legs and rub roughly on my clit, imagining her fingers inside me, until my hips start to move. It doesn’t take long for me to come, hard. Feeling like a wild teenage boy, I roll around onto my stomach and fall into a deep sleep, my legs still soaking.
In class the next day, I can’t even look at her. It’s ridiculous to think that she knows what I did to myself over her last night but I can’t make eye contact. I guess I must look like I don’t want to be here or my attitude is shit, because somewhere in the middle of her talking, she interrupts herself.
“Amy! Amy!”
Fuck, she’s talking to me. “Uh…yeah?” Fuck, I seem like an asshole now.
“Amy, I’ve noticed you’re not paying attention at all today. Am I boring you?”
I feel her hard gaze on me, but I keep my eyes down.
“You know, Amy, I’m disappointed in you. I expected good things, but you’re showing no interest at all.”
Behind me, a couple of bitches that hate me sneer and giggle: “Fucking dyke!”
I turn around and almost spit at them, “Fuck you!” Jesus, I hope she didn’t hear that.
“Amy, that’s it! I’ve had enough of you disrupting my class. Come and see me at the end of the day.” I am dismissed.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to think what the fuck I can say to her. In the end, I decide I’ll just manage to apologize. She’ll tell me to do better. I’ll say I will—and the weird thing is, for her, I’ll mean it.
At 3:30, I’m standing outside her room as her last class shuffles out. She’s sitting at her desk. She looks amazing. A white shirt, black skirt, legs crossed and one foot playfully falling in and out of her high heel. This isn’t going to be easy.
“Come in and close the door,” she snaps. “Come here.” She gestures toward the front of her desk. I do as she says. “I didn’t tell you to sit down.”
I feel myself going red. Fuck this. She’s gonna make this hard on me.
“I’m speaking to you, Amy. Why can’t you look me in the eye?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
“You have a bad attitude don’t you? I think we might have to correct that.”
“Look, I’m sorry, but…” I begin.
“Don’t interrupt me.”
Again I’m silent.
She gets up and walks to the front of the desk where I’m standing. Her face is inches from mine, and I can smell her breath. It’s so sweet, and it makes me dizzy.
“You disrupted my class. I heard you cursing at those girls. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
My face is burning.
“Look, I’m sorry, Miss. But you don’t know what they were saying.”
“I heard what they said.” Again she moves closer to me. I’m frozen to the spot. I’m close enough to smell her perfume and feel the heat from her. I can’t help looking at her neck, and my eyes travel down her unbuttoned shirt.
“They said you’re a lesbian.”
She’s playing a game with me, and I know it. But I’m powerless against it.
“Yes.”
“Are you a lesbian, Amy?”
I can’t answer her. Nobody’s ever asked me that. And her doing it now is too much to bear.
“Answer me. Are you a lesbian, Amy?”
“Yes.”
All at once, I feel an incredible relief that she has made me say it. I am completely in her power now. Some foreign emotion is rising up inside me, and it’s all I can do not to sob in her face. She walks away from me, leaving me shaking on the spot. At the door of the classroom, she pulls down the blind and turns the key in the lock.
“Have you ever been with a girl, Amy?”
“No.” The word just escapes from my mouth.
“I’ve seen you looking at me, Amy. You’ve imagined having sex with me haven’t you?”
I have to answer.
“Yes.” Fuck, this is killing me.
“You’ve made me look at you, Amy. Made me think after class about your athletic shoulders, your big dark eyes, and your eager hands—your fingers that have yet to fuck a woman.” She curls her own fingers into my shaking hand. “I wouldn’t be a very good teacher if I didn’t give you your first lesson, would I?”
She lifts my hand slowly up to her collar and puts it inside. While she undoes the buttons of her shirt, my hand finds her breast. I’m aching for her now. I grab at both of her breasts, afraid of hurting her, but I squeeze them, and find her nipples rock hard. I need to taste her like I’ve never needed anything before. Freeing one of her nipples from her black silk bra, I put my mouth to it, sucking on it while my own nipples feel sore and strain against my bra.
“That’s it, baby, suck it! Take me into your mouth. Good girl.”
I run my tongue over her nipple soft and then fast, as she moans and arches her back. She pushes me down onto the chair and stands over me. She begins to pull her tight skirt over her hips to reveal black stockings and a black thong.
“Take it off me,” she orders.
I pull down her thong slowly and kiss her thighs, my eyes all the time on her hot shaved pussy.
“You’re going to learn how to suck clit today, Amy.”
She sits on her desk and I pull my chair right up to her as she opens herself and pulls my head between her legs. Parting her soaking lips as she lifts her pussy to my mouth, I find myself teasing her with soft, wet strokes of my tongue. She tastes so fucking good, and I lick harder while she covers her mouth to stifle her moans. As I’m lapping, I watch her sucking on her own fingers. Her hips respond wildly to my mouth working her, and I feel my own clit throbbing as she comes hard on my face. I wrap my mouth around her clit and gently suck her to another orgasm as she pulls my hair and her hips buck and shake.
She pushes me back on
to the chair and straddles me, her come dripping onto my legs. I find her sopping-wet hole and push three fingers inside her. She starts rocking on me in time with my hand, and guttural sounds escape from the back of her throat.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers. “That’s it, give me more.”
She’s moving her hips faster, and her pussy stretches easily to fit my fourth finger. My hand is soaking with her juices. I’m lost in the sensation of her pussy, its swollen lips surrounding my hand and pulling more of me into her as she groans with pleasure.
“Give me more,” she pleads. Instinctively, I roll my fist completely into her, and it overwhelms me to feel her pussy completely taking me.
My head spins as something deep inside me makes me push deeper and deeper into her. I know that I could easily come, my clit is so agitated, and the weight of her is pressing it into the chair. My pussy aches for relief as she spills all over my legs in another orgasm. Sinking her teeth into my neck, she rides my fist through another climax, sending her suppressed screams into my shoulder. For a moment, she rests on me, still shaking and rocking back and forth on my fist, which is still inside her.
Finally she climbs off me, her flushed face spreading into a smile.
“Fucking hell, Amy, that was so good! I bet you really need some relief after doing that to me, don’t you?”
I don’t need her to say it twice, and I pull at the fly of my jeans. I’m shaking so hard, but I need her inside me. Every nerve is focused on the deep ache inside my legs. I feel the pulse inside me, and I know I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
“Now, my boyish little baby dyke, you’re about to be fucked hard by a woman. Pull down your jeans.”
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