Chapter 2

“I think we’ve just made the perfect outline,” Anne said happily. “Seriously, this feels right. It’s like a huge sigh of relief from all the anxiety I’ve been feeling lately.”

“Like I said a few days ago, students just need to be guided in the right direction. You’re a smart girl. All I did was push you to where you needed to go.”

“You’re the best Professor Hamilton. I mean, Patricia.”

She smiled, “I like us better as friends. It’s more casual that way.”

“You’re right. And I want to apologize again for storming out of here yesterday. I thought about it and I slowly understood the point you were trying to get across.”

“How so?” Patricia asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You had me thinking with a new perspective on women’s sexuality and how we’re expected to behave. I must have written several pages that night based on everything I felt. I learned a lot from it.”

“It was mutually beneficial.”

“Are you attracted to me?” Anne blurted out.

“Yes,” the professor replied without hesitation.

“Have you always been?”

Patricia paused and thought about how much she wanted to reveal. “To be perfectly candid, I thought you were a very attractive young woman when I first saw you. I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you asked, and I want us to be honest with each other.”

“Oh…well that’s nice to hear,” she replied, unsure of what to say.

“And you? Are you attracted to me?”

The professor smiled, “By my count, that’s the second time you’ve told me that you’re not a lesbian. I get it. But there’s no shame in a person having same-gender thoughts. It’s a lot more common than you think, and studies have proven that.”

“Fine, I think you’re pretty hot. I’ve always thought of you as an attractive lady.”

“Are you curious in any way?”

“About a woman’s touch,” Patricia replied. “Have you fantasized about being touched by a woman before. Was I the first woman who’s ever touched your body? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to, but you’ve peaked my interest.”

Anne took a deep breath. “I’ve never had my sexual parts touched by a woman before except for a doctor, but I’ve sort of fantasized about it. You know, women I see in the locker room, famous women I admire, that sort of thing. So yeah, you’re basically my first.”

“I like that,” Patricia smiled. “The first time is always memorable.”

“You know, since we’re on the topic of my thesis, and on body image and sexuality, maybe we should, you know, I wouldn’t mind doing that thing, since we’re talking about it already, you know, that thing from yesterday…”

“That was easily the most incoherent thing a college student has ever said to me.”

Anne took another deep breath and got to the point. “Can we continue the lecture we had yesterday? It was thought provoking and a new experience for me.”

Patricia raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea anymore. I sincerely want to help you with your paper, but I don’t want to risk ruining the relationship we have.”

“I’m serious. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I know I overreacted yesterday, but I want to give it another try because I trust you.”

“Take off your top.”

“All of it?” Anne asked.

“Yes, all of it. I need to know how serious you are.”

Anne calmly stood up as Patricia watched her, and she began to remove her t shirt. She stood in only a white bra, and she reached behind herself to unclasp it to put on the table. Her pink nipples instantly became hard and she was aroused.

“You’re a very pretty girl,” Patricia noted. “Now take off the rest. You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re safe with me.”

After another deep breath, she began to undo her jeans and took them off so that she was standing barefoot in her panties. Another deep breath was exerted, and she reached down to take off her panties, exposing her cleanly shaven crotch and vagina.

“What now?” Anne asked.

“Stand in front of the window again. I want you to look down at the busy street and see if anyone notices you.”

Anne walked over to the window and looked down at the street. People were going about their everyday lives, completely oblivious to the naked college student at the upstairs apartment window.

“No one is looking at me.”

“Do you wish they were?” Patricia asked. “Would you feel ashamed of yourself if someone down there was watching? Do you think this is wrong for you to be doing?”

“I don’t know,” Anne said faintly.

“I feel like touching myself.”

“You’re a grown woman Anne. You can do what you want and I’m not going to stop you.”

Anne brought her fingers to her vagina and she closed her eyes. Her clit was swollen and was begging to be touched. The tip of her index finger satisfied her needs, but only temporary. She used her other fingers to rub her clit harder before entering the inside of her womanhood.

At that point, she didn’t care who was watching. She didn’t care that her former professor was behind her staring at her naked backside as she masturbated. She didn’t care that people on the street could just look up to see a college girl lewdly pleasuring herself for the world to see. All she cared about was her own sexual gratification.

A pair of nipples and breasts touched her back. Hands touched her arms. Anne quickly turned around to see a beautiful nude woman standing before her.

“Professor Hamilton,” she gasped.

The professor held her former student and they kissed softly on the lips. It was gentle and sweet, and everything they both imagined it would feel like. It started off as a simple touch on the lips, but soon escalated to their tongues touching and rubbing against each other. They felt each other’s nipples harden with arousal.

For Anne, she felt like a virgin again, experiencing something new. For Patricia, it was yet another fantasy being fulfilled.

“Are you comfortable doing this?” Patricia asked. “If this is too much, just let me know and we can get dressed.”

“I don’t want to get dressed. I like the way this feels.”

She smiled, “Follow me. We’re going to my bedroom.”

Patricia held the student’s hand and they proceed to the bedroom, naked.

Once there, Anne was told to lay on her back, which she nervously did. The professor climbed on top of her and they continued their make out session. It was unlike anything either of them had felt before. It was new and refreshing. Above all else, it was exciting.

Patricia started kissing the student’s face, then moved down to her neck, then to her breasts where she sucked on each of the hard pink nipples. Anne moaned at that point. The kisses moved downward to her belly, then to her crotch.

“Just relax,” the professor said. “I want you to enjoy this.”

Anne spread both of her legs. She knew what was coming and tried to stay calm. Her former teacher planted kisses all over her labia and it felt magical. She felt a female tongue licking her clit, and it was better than what any man could ever give her. She felt herself being orally pleasured in ways she could never imagine. Her hands tightly squeezed the bed sheet and she started making noises with her mouth that she had never made before during a sexual interaction.

After several long and torturous minutes, she felt the muscles in her legs begin to contract. Her body tensed and her back violently arched. Her legs went stiff and her toes curled- she was cumming.

Every desire in her heart and body got what it wanted. She screamed out loud and felt an intense sexual pleasure flowing through her body, and then she let herself go.

*** DESSERTS BEFORE BREAKFAST ***

Anne was awoken by the sunlight hitting her face and the smell of breakfast being cooked. She was naked and alone in the professor’s bedroom.

She looked around and saw a note card folded neatly on the pillow next to her:

I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did.

The first time is usually awkward and confusing for most women. So I’ll go ahead and spare us the awkwardness; If this isn’t for you, feel free to get dressed and leave. I won’t hassle you and I won’t make a big fuss. But I hope we can still be friends in some way, and I would still love to help with your thesis (email might be better).

But if you want to stick around and have a conversation about your feelings, I’m making breakfast and we can eat together. I’m probably in the kitchen right now as you’re reading this.

Follow your heart’s desire.

Professor Hamilton….errrr….I mean Patricia…call me Patricia

She put the letter down and hopped out of bed, not bothering to get dressed. A look in the mirror said it all. Her hair was a mess and her face was groggy. She casually walked to the kitchen to see Patricia cooking a meal. Patricia was barefoot and braless, wearing a thin white tank top and gray sweatpants.

“That smells amazing.”

“It’s a specialty of mine,” Patricia smiled. “Do you always walk around naked in the morning?”

“Well, your letter implied that getting dressed was a sign that I wanted to leave. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay a while.”

“Smarty pants. Come over here and give me a kiss.”

Anne walked over to the professor and they embraced in a passionate kiss. They held each other as tight as they had ever held anyone and they’re lips were locked so hard that it hurt. Their tongues intertwined and their mouths were wet.

“Are you done cooking?” Anne asked, breaking the kiss.

Patricia reached down to turn off the stove. “You have quite the appetite this morning I take it.”

“No, I just didn’t want the food to burn. And just so you know, I’m the type of girl who likes eating desserts first,” she said before dropping to her knees.

“Are you sure you’re ready to do this? I don’t want to pressure you. But I’ve got to admit, you look sexy on your knees.”

“It’s the least I could do Patricia. I’m still recovering from last night and I think it’s only courteous to return the favor.”

Patricia smiled and pulled her pants down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and her vagina was completely exposed to her former student.

“It’s not difficult. Start by licking it like an ice cream cone, then dig in like you’re eating a peach.”

Anne looked her former professor in the eyes and extended her tongue to the outer rim of the vagina. She licked it up and down. It wasn’t hard because she loved eating ice cream cones as much as the next woman. Then she stuck her tongue inside the vagina, which wasn’t hard either because peaches were her favorite fruit.

“You’re a fast learner,” Patricia moaned. “You’ve always been a fast learner you smart girl. I’ve fantasized about you eating my pussy since the first time I saw you sitting in my class. I’ve waited a year for this, now make it count.”

Hearing those words lit a fire under Anne and she ate the pussy in her mouth better than any veteran lesbian in the city of San Francisco. She did her best to push her tongue in as far as possible. Her lips were pressed tightly against the labia. And she sucked and slurped all of the vaginal fluids which were being produced.

Patricia put one hand on the kitchen counter to keep from falling, and another hand on Anne’s soft hair. She caressed Anne’s hair as a sign of approval. But the truth was, this was better than anything she had ever felt before.

Her back suddenly arched and she screamed so loud that she was afraid the other residents of the building might call the police. But she didn’t care, it wasn’t the first time she had to explain to the cops why she was screaming. Patricia was a screamer, and she was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, and it was all thanks to the virginal mouth of her former student.

“Oh god!!! I’m going to cum!!! Don’t stop!!!”

A rush of fluids exited her vagina and flowed into Anne’s mouth. The college student was happy to swallow every drop as a token of her appreciation for the night before. When it was over, both women paused to catch their breaths.

Anne stood up and used the back of her hand to wipe the excess fluids around her mouth.

“You liked it,” she said with a giggle.

“Liked it? You eat pussy better than any lover I have ever had in the past. You’re a natural. And if you aren’t a full blown lesbian by now, then that’s an incredible shame because no cock deserves a mouth like yours.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I am anymore to be honest. All I know is that I loved our experience last night, and I loved what I just did for you.”

“One step at a time darling,” Patricia replied in a reassuring voice. “I don’t want to rush you into becoming something you don’t want to be. Let’s talk about it over breakfast. I don’t want our food getting cold.”

Anne smiled, “Wouldn’t you rather have desserts first?”

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