“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?”
“I…I’m not gay.”
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 woman having lesbian 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 before 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 so sure that’s a good idea. 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 tshirt. 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.
“What do you feel?”
“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.
“Call me Patricia.”
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 others nipples harden with arousal.
For Anne, she felt like a virgin again, experiencing something new. For Patricia, it was a 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 lie 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 stiffed 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.
Patricia, Your friend and former professor
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 sweat pants.
“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.”