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Authors name: Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Story title : Teacher's Conference

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Teachers Conference (FF, work)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
(c) Dec 1997 

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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both 
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also 
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier 
for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that 
you now include your first name and age in your 
comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. 
Thanks and enjoy the story.

	-TEACHERS CONFERENCE-
     by Ann Douglas

"Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the 
sunlight from the open window forced her to open her 
eyes and greet the new day. 

Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately 
reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had 
consumed at last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in 
the bed, she discovered that her head still hurt a 
little. Who'd have ever thought that a bunch of 
teachers could party so hard. Doreen hadn't felt so 
wasted after a party since her senior year of college. 

Still it had been fun, at least as much as she could 
remember of it. When she had been selected as a 
delegate from her hometown of Parkerston, Indiana, the 
brunette had expected to spend four days listening to 
boring lectures and maybe having a little time for 
sightseeing. After all, a free trip to San Francisco 
was worth a little sacrifice.

What she had found instead was a few quick, quite 
interesting meetings every day, followed by a nightly 
party. Every night being a little wilder than the last, 
with last nights being the grand finale. She wondered 
if every conference was like this. If the school board 
knew of it, they'd never foot the bill to send anyone 
next year. It then occurred to her that was why every 
teacher who had attended an earlier conference had 
given her the same advice. "Just go there with an open 
mind and enjoy yourself." She had thought at the time 
they were referring to opening her mind to different 
theories of education.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Doreen noticed her 
clothes from last evening scattered across the floor. 
She must've really been out of it when she dragged 
herself back to her room. Usually she would at least 
pile her clothes on a chair or something. She had also 
been surprised to find she had slept naked, something 
she didn't even do with her boyfriend back home. 
Sliding her lower body from beneath the sheets, she was 
presented with an even greater shock. All of her pubic 
hair was gone.

"What the hell did I do last night?" She asked herself 
as she ran her fingers across the now smooth skin 
between her thighs.

Before Doreen could ponder the question too long, the 
sudden sound of running water from the bathroom made 
her jump with a start. There was someone in there. 
Grabbing her glasses from the night table, she took a 
good look around the room. While the room was almost a 
mirror image of her own hotel room, there were enough 
small differences to tell her she was in someone else's 
room. A quick glance at the other side of the twin bed 
showed that someone else had slept there. The 
inescapable conclusion was that she hadn't spent the 
night alone.	

Rubbing her head, Doreen tried to remember what had 
happened last night. Now fully awake, pieces of the 
puzzle fell into place. It wasn't the fact that she'd 
slept with someone that upset her so. She had, after 
all, been sexually active since she was 17 and slept 
with her boyfriend Tim on a regular basis. It was that 
she couldn't remember who it had been.

The image of Billy Thompson suddenly filled her mind. 
The delegate from Seattle had been trying to hit on her 
since day one. Was he the guy from the other side of 
the bed. She did remember him trying to buy her a drink 
last night.

The sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly 
stopped. In a few seconds, Doreen would see if it was 
Billy or not. Hopefully it wasn't someone worse. 

Doreen's eyes nearly popped out of her head and her 
small mouth dropped open in shock as the bathroom door 
swung open and a tall form walked into the room. 
Walking over to Doreen, the blue clothed figure bend 
over and kissed her. It was a warm touch, but Doreen 
was too much in shock to respond. As her mystery lover 
moved away from her, Doreen barely heard herself being 
asked to lock up behind her as her lover in blue was 
late for a meeting.

The hotel room door closed behind her lover before the 
reality of the situation fully hit Doreen. Her lover 
had been tall, blonde and gifted with an incredible 
body. In addition, her lover had been the last person 
she could ever have imagined coming out of that door. 
Her name , Doreen remember now, was Evelyn Howard. 
Doreen had spent the night with another woman. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Doreen thought as she 
jumped out of the bed. "What did I do last night?"

Grabbing the various pieces of clothing scattered 
across the floor, Doreen quickly made for the bathroom 
and after a quick wash proceeded to dress. As she 
buttoned up her blouse, she noticed a small razor in 
the sink, still covered with small brown hairs.

"Guess that explains were my hair went." She noted as 
she ran her hand through her long dark hair.

Exiting the bathroom back to the main room, she 
carefully opened the outer door and looked into the 
hall. Thankfully it was empty. Closing and locking the 
door behind her, she quickly moved to the elevator and 
hit the up button. 

During the short two floor ride, Doreen felt like every 
person in the small elevator was staring at her. As if 
they all knew what she had done. When the doors finally 
opened on the twelfth floor, she almost ran out them.

It wasn't until the 26 year old was safely in her room 
that Doreen was able to relax. Thankfully her assigned 
roommate was already out for the day, attending some 
conference or other. The school board back home hadn't 
been willing to pay for a private room so she had been 
forced to share accommodations. She'd had little 
contact with her roommate, only having met her twice. A 
tough old bitty twice Doreen's age, she'd made no 
secret of her dislike of the night time parties and was 
usually already asleep by the time Doreen made it back 
to the room.

"I need a shower." Doreen said to herself as she began 
to strip out of the clothing she had so hurriedly put 
on only twenty minutes before.

The hot water felt good against her skin as the fog in 
her mind began to clear. She began to remember images 
from the night before and by the time she had toweled 
dry, was forming a good picture of the events that had 
led her to Evelyn's bed.

Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she dropped onto the 
unused bed and closed her eyes. As her thoughts 
drifted, the last ten hours began to replay in her mind 
like a movie.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

The noise of the Flamingo Room filled Doreen's ears, 
thankfully drowning out the sound of Billy Thompson's 
voice. The grammar school teacher from Seattle had been 
going on for almost twenty minutes on some subject or 
other, all the while stealing glances down Doreen's 
blouse whenever he could. 

 Normally, Doreen liked showing off her breasts. They 
weren't very big, only a 34C, but she worked hard to 
keep them firm and pert. It was just that Billy 
Thompson, while sort of cute, was also an incredible 
bore. Over the last few nights, she tried every way she 
could think of to let him know she wasn't interested. 
She'd mentioned her boyfriend back home at least a 
dozen times, but still he kept coming back. Eventually 
she was just going to have to tell him to bugger off, 
something she really hated doing. 

"So I was saying to the Principle........" Billy went 
on as he took another deep look down Doreen's shirt.

Doreen had finally had enough. Filled with liquid 
courage, she opened her mouth to tell Billy off when a 
tall blonde woman stepped alongside her. There were 
plenty of empty seats around the bar so it was obvious 
that she wanted something from one of them. 

"Maybe she had the hots for "Mr. Rogers" here and is 
going to take him away from me." Doreen thought 
hopefully. "Maybe she's a long lost girlfriend."

That hope faded as quickly as the annoyed look on 
Billy's face appeared. Whoever this woman was, she was 
no friend of his.

The blonde in the bright green dress looked at Billy 
for a moment, then turned to Doreen and smiled.

"Sweetheart, I've been looking all over for you." The 
older woman said in a musical tone. "I thought we were 
going to meet in the Kiki Kiki Room."

Doreen hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied. 
"Oh my goodness, I'm such a airhead at times. I've been 
having this fascinating discussion with Billy here, by 
the way, have you met Billy Thompson from Seattle. I 
must've lost all track of time. You will forgive me, 
won't you?"

Doreen put all she could into the statement, trying to 
convey the idea that she was indeed supposed to meet 
this woman. It would've helped greatly if she knew her 
name. She'd seen her on a couple of discussion panels 
but really hadn't paid that much attention. 

"Oh course my pet, how could I ever stay angry at my 
little pearl." 

"I thought you said that you came to the Conference all 
alone?" Billy said to Doreen.

"I......I ..err....did." Doreen replied. "But....."

"Doreen and I are very old friends." The blonde said as 
she reached out and took Doreen's hand in hers. "Very 
close friends...." She added with a special emphasis 
that couldn't be mistaken. 

"I see.....I mean I didn't know....." Billy stammered 
as his face turned a bright crimson. "I....have to 
go.....excuse me."

With that he was gone.

"I hope that's what you wanted." The older woman said 
as they watched Billy disappear from view. I've seen 
him following you every night and you looked like you'd 
just about had enough."

"Oh yes." Doreen gushed as she smiled at the woman. "I 
just can't believe you got rid if him in a few minutes. 
I've done everything but write him a note spelling out 
that I wasn't interested."	

"Evelyn Howard, from San Diego." The tall blonde said 
as she reached out and again took Doreen's hand, this 
time for a firm handshake.

"Doreen Doyle from Parkerston, Indiana."

Doreen replied as she returned Evelyn's firm grip.

"My friend's call me Dee Dee."

"Well the first part I got right away," Evelyn grinned. 
"You're still wearing your name tag."

Looking down, Doreen grimaced on seeing the small name 
plate clipped to her blouse. She quickly removed it. At 
least that explained how Evelyn had known her name.

"Well anyway, I'm grateful." Doreen said as she slipped 
the tag into her pocket. "Can I at least buy you a 
drink."

"Certainly," Evelyn replied. "But lets move to a table. 
Standing at the bar attracts too many guys."

By the second drink, Doreen and Evelyn were fast on 
their way to becoming the old friends Evelyn had 
fictitiously created earlier. Evelyn, Doreen learned, 
was 39 and the assistant principle at an junior high 
school back in San Diego. This was her fifth conference 
and she sat on three of the permanent discussion 
groups. 

The conversation turned away from education and Doreen 
talked a lot about her boyfriend, Tim, back home. He 
was a nice enough guy. A lot of fun, both in and out of 
bed. But she really wasn't sure she was ready to settle 
down. This was only her third trip outside of the 
state, and the other two had been supervised. There was 
so much to see and do. 

"Well no one is watching over you on this trip." Evelyn 
said. "And there are a lot more interesting people to 
meet than that bore from Seattle."	

"Your right," Doreen said as she lifted her glass in a 
toast. "To so many men and so little time."

So intent was he on draining her glass that she didn't 
notice that Evelyn didn't share in the toast.

"How did you ever come up with that idea to get rid of 
Thompson. I never would of thought of it." Doreen asked 
as she put her empty glass on the table and signaled 
for another.

"Well, sometimes with people like that, all you have to 
do is present them with something they just can't deal 
with."

"Imagine," Doreen said as the waiter replaced her empty 
glass with a full one. "Pretending to be a lesbian and 
that I was your date."

"Oh I wasn't pretending," Evelyn said calmly. "I am a 
lesbian."

Doreen nearly dropped the drink she had lifted halfway 
to her mouth.

"It was only my date with you that I was pretending 
about."

Doreen slowly placed the glass back on the table, her 
face still registering surprise.

"Is that a problem?" Evelyn asked. "I really wasn't 
trying to pick you up or anything."

No, of course not." Doreen stammered out. "You just 
caught me by surprise."

For the moment, Doreen took a long look at Evelyn. 
Lesbian. The word had never been part of her 
vocabulary. Back home in Parkerston she had never even 
know anyone who had ever met a lesbian. At least no one 
who had ever admitted to it. Of course there were 
always those rumors about Sylvia Johnson back in high 
school, but she had moved away right after graduation. 

Evelyn had said that she hadn't been trying to pick her 
up, but just the same, Doreen began to wonder if the 
older woman was attracted to her. While she never 
considered herself beautiful, she knew that men found 
her pretty. Was a lesbian attracted in the same way men 
were? 

A few moments of awkward silence covered the table 
until Evelyn finally broke it.

"I can leave if you like, I don't want to make you feel 
uncomfortable."

"Oh no, please stay." Doreen responded. "I'm sorry for 
staring but you really don't fit what I always thought 
a lesbian would look like."

Without thinking, Doreen had whispered the word 
lesbian. Just like she sometimes heard the old women in 
her family lower their voice when they wanted to say 
something about someone. Like "they drink you know" or 
"They had cancer surgery". It was usually something 
unpleasant.

"You really don't have to whisper the word, Dee Dee." 
Evelyn said. "I don't hide the fact that I'm a lesbian. 
It's not some kind of disease."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had done it." Doreen 
apologized. She really felt kind of foolish. After all, 
she was so far from home, who would ever know she had 
drinks with a lesbian.

As the conversation went on, Doreen found herself being 
captivated by the woman on the other side of the table. 
More and more she found herself staring at Evelyn's 
ample breasts, wondering what it would feel like to 
touch them. It had been a long time since she had such 
thoughts. Back in her sorority in college, it was 
rumored that a few of the girls engaged in lesbian 
practices, but Doreen never found out if that was true. 
There were a few nights when she saw girls sneaking 
into one another's rooms, but she had never been 
invited. Sometimes she wish she had, just out of 
curiosity.

Finally, the bartender called last call, and the two 
women got up to leave. Doreen felt a little unsteady on 
her feet, a combination of the alcohol and the strange 
excitement she felt from being with Evelyn. She knew 
the folks back home would never approve.

Waiting for the crowds by the elevator to thin out, 
Doreen continued to stare at Evelyn. In return, the 
tall blonde seemed to be ignoring her gaze. Finally 
Doreen concluded that Evelyn might be thinking that she 
was looking at her as if she was some kind of curiosity 
and decided to stop. She was curious it was true, but 
it wasn't fair to treat another person as such.

As the two women entered the elevator, they were joined 
by another man. Doreen noted that Evelyn hit the button 
for the tenth floor while she hit the twelfth. The 
stranger had pressed four.

No sooner as the doors closed on the fourth floor 
behind the man, when Evelyn stepped over to Doreen and 
abruptly kissed her. Caught totally off guard, Doreen 
instinctively opened her mouth to protest, only to have 
the protest stifled by Evelyn's probing tongue.

Then as abruptly as it had begun, Evelyn broke the kiss 
and stepped back.

"All evening, you've been wondering what that would 
feel like." Evelyn said as she smiled. "I could see it 
in the way you kept staring at me. So now you know."

Doreen was still too taken back to respond. It was been 
both abrupt and exciting she had to admit.

Anything she then wanted to say was cut off by the 
chime of the elevator door's opening on ten. As Evelyn 
stepped off the elevator, she paused for a moment and 
turned to Doreen.

"If you really want to see what it's like, I'm in room 
1005." She said as the doors closed behind her.

While the elevator moved upward, a dozen thoughts ran 
though Doreen's mind at once. Could she do something 
like that? Who would ever know? Would she ever get 
another chance? What would Timmy think? Did she even 
care? 

The doors opened on twelve and she took one step out, 
then hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back 
in and pressed the button for ten.

Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood outside the 
door to room 1005. What am I doing, she asked herself 
for the tenth time. The elevator chimed down the hall 
as she heard a few people getting off on this floor. 

Thankfully, they went in the other direction and 
entered their own room. She could tell they were drunk 
and hadn't even noticed her. 

"Can't stand here all night." Doreen said to herself in 
a low voice. "Either go forward or back."

Taking a deep breath she finally knocked on the door. 
Long seconds passed and she thought Evelyn might have 
already gone to bed. She was thinking of leaving when a 
voice called from behind the locked door.

"Who is it?"

"Doreen...." She managed to stammer out.

A second later, the door swung open and she stepped 
inside.

The room wasn't much different than her own. Same 
color, same furniture, same boring art on the walls. 
Her head turned as Evelyn locked the door behind her.

The tall blonde was now wearing a blue terrycloth robe. 
Her hair had been unclipped and combed out, hanging 
loosely around her shoulders. It was also slightly 
damp, telling Doreen she had just come out of the 
shower.

"Did you forget something?" Evelyn asked as she smiled.

"I was thinking about what you said in the elevator." 
Doreen said, her eyes fixed on the soft valley between 
Evelyn's breasts that was visible through the folds of 
the robe. 

"And......? Evelyn asked.

"And, I think I'd like to know more." said Doreen 
somewhat hesitantly.

"You think.....?" Evelyn said in a strong voice. 
"Either you do or you don't. Now which is it?"

"I want to learn more." Doreen said, this time with 
conviction.

Evelyn smile grew larger. She reached out and ran her 
fingers down across Doreen's cheek. The school teacher 
from Indiana found the touch unbelievably erotic. Her 
long index finger slid down across Doreen's face and 
caressed her small lips. Evelyn slid her finger into 
Doreen's mouth and let her suck on it for a few 
moments. Pleased with the young woman's willingness, 
Evelyn removed her finger and took a step back. The 
bright smile grew to it's fullest.

"I told you in the bar that I was a lesbian." She said 
as she took the same finger and ran her tongue across 
it. "What I didn't mention was that I'm also a 
dominant. Do you understand what that is?"

Doreen had seen the word in a few books, she wasn't 
totally ignorant. She nodded a yes.

"Tell me what you think it is?" Evelyn demanded.

"I would guess that it's someone who's into Slave and 
Master situations." Doreen said, proud of her being 
able to answer. "A person who was a ....." She 
hesitated a moment as she tried to remember the word. 
".......Dominatrix." She finally remembered. 

"Very good." Evelyn said. "But there are various levels 
and situations that go with that."

Doreen looked confused for a moment, her reading hadn't 
covered anything like that.

"I'm not into whip, chains, leather or anything like 
that." Evelyn laughed softly as she now ran her finger 
down the deep valley of her 38D's. She could feel 
Doreen's eyes glued to its journey. "I just enjoy the 
feeling of being in total control. Do you think you 
could handle something like that?"

Doreen thought about it for a few long seconds, her 
eyes riveted on the drop of saliva running between 
Evelyn's mounds until it disappeared beneath the robe. 
If Evelyn had asked her this a half hour ago in the 
elevator, Doreen was sure she would've ran as fast as 
she could. Now after taking the giant steps, which had 
brought her this, far she only felt exhilaration 
instead of fear.

"Yes I could." She replied in a solid tone.

"Really now?" Evelyn countered.

With a flourish, the taller woman turned and walked 
over to the edge of the bed. She motioned for Doreen to 
follow.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Evelyn hiked her left 
leg up onto the bed. She pulled loose the sash around 
her waist, allowing the robe to fall open. Doreen took 
a long hard look at the naked body that had just been 
unveiled. It certainly wasn't that of a 20 year old, 
but neither was it that of a woman pushing 40. Her 
large breasts were still full and only sagged a little. 
They were capped by silver dollar sized aureole, which 
in turn were topped by erasure sized nipples - already 
hard and erect. So enthralled by Evelyn's endowments, 
the younger woman didn't notice at first something she 
hadn't seen since junior high school gym. A totally 
nude pussy.

A wicked grin on her face, Evelyn reached down and 
spread her vaginal lips with her hand, drawing Doreen's 
attention to its bareness.

"I want you to lick me!" She commanded.

Doreen dropped to her knees without a moment's 
hesitation, so compelling had been the command. She 
looked up at the tall blonde and saw a pair of piercing 
blue eyes bearing down upon her. Then she looked 
forward into the pinkness stretched open in front of 
her.

"Last chance to back out..." Doreen said to herself as 
she dropped her gaze to the floor and removed her 
glasses.

Then with less hesitation then she showed the first 
time she took a boy in her mouth, the 26 year old 
grammar school teacher reached out with her tongue and 
stroked the sex of another woman.

"Mmmmm, this is pretty nice." Doreen thought as she 
explored the inner reaches of Evelyn's canal. 

The young woman found it pleasantly surprising that she 
actually liked the taste that now filled her mouth. 
Prior to this moment she had never sampled the juices 
of a woman, not even her own. Based on the comments of 
both her boyfriend Tim and two previous lovers, she had 
expected it to be somewhat gross. At least that was the 
excuse they had always given for not doing it for more 
a few minutes. Just enough to help get her wet before 
intercourse. 

After giving Doreen ample time to become comfortable 
with exploring her womanhood, Evelyn took a gentle grip 
on the back of Doreen's head and helped guide her 
tongue to the most sensitive spots.

"Not bad for a novice." Evelyn chuckled as she pressed 
the brunette's face deep between her legs.

Doreen took that as praise and increased the motion of 
her tongue. Her face was now smeared with the sticky 
juices, but she didn't care. Without even checking, she 
knew that her own pussy, still covered by her panties, 
was also wet. 

"I guess you can handle it." Evelyn said as she 
released her grip on Doreen's head and guided her back 
to her feet.

As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled her close and 
kissed her again. This kiss was much more aggressive 
than the one in the elevator. Evelyn really loved the 
taste of her pussy on another woman's lips and after 
running her tongue along the interior of Doreen's now 
willingly open mouth, she began to lick it off her 
cheeks.

"Strip for me." Evelyn whispered in Doreen's ear as she 
nibbled on the lobe. "Make me hot for your body."

Doreen took a big step back and reached behind her for 
the zipper of her dress. She had never stripped for 
anyone before. Usually the men she'd been with wanted 
her naked as quickly as possible. She remembered an old 
adult movie she had seen in a motel she and Tim had 
once spent a few hours in. Incredibly, he had switched 
on the television after their lovemaking and watched 
part of an adult film for the last hour of their stay. 
Dropping her dress to the floor, she tried to copy the 
woman she had seen that night.

Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen played with 
them for a few moments before releasing the front 
clasp. Then with an exaggerated shimmy, she let the 
plain white bra fall away from her mounds and drop off 
her arms. She returned her hands to her breasts, now 
running her fingers across the nipples. The girl in the 
film had breasts large enough to pull up within reach 
of her own tongue, Doreen knew she couldn't duplicate 
that. Instead she wet the tips of her fingers and 
rubbed the last remnants of lovejuice from her face, 
then spread it across her nipples.

Evelyn had laid back against the headboard and was 
playing with her own breasts with one hand and sliding 
two fingers of the other into her pussy.

"That's right." She purred. "Put on a show."

Doreen's slip followed the bra to the floor and she 
stood only covered by a cheap pair of cotton panties. 
She slid both her hands beneath the waistband and let 
out a loud sigh. Then thrusting her shoulders back and 
her chest out with each motion, she began to rub her 
own clit.

"Take it off!" Evelyn encouraged from the bed.

Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding pelvic 
thrust to her gyrations. Then with as much strength as 
she could muster, she expanded a previous small tear in 
the material and ripped her panties off. Now totally 
exposed was a wild growth of bushy brown hair.

No sooner had the now torn material hit the floor when 
Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed Doreen's 
shoulders. With a powerful shove, she tossed the 
smaller woman onto the bed. Then lifting each of her 
legs up and outward, she dropped down and buried her 
head between them.

"Oh God!" Doreen exclaimed as she felt the wet touch of 
Evelyn's tongue. It was like a spark of electricity 
that shot up and throughout her body. The first jolt 
was followed by a second and a third, until it became a 
constant wave of delight. Evelyn's skillful use of her 
tongue instantly showed years of experience. In only a 
minute she had brought Doreen to a place she had only 
imagined before.

The pressure against her sex increased, driving her 
further and further into a euphoric state. Her 
breathing quickened as she forced air into her lungs in 
short gasps. She gripped the sheet beneath her, balling 
it up in her closed fists. Doreen could feel the crest 
of an orgasm fast approaching, far faster than she 
could have ever brought it on herself. 

Rocking the bed she began to lunge her pelvis against 
Evelyn's face, trying to match the blondes own thrusts. 
Finally her body began to shake as indescribable 
pleasure filled her existence. 

"Ooohh Goddd!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen's ass and practically 
lifted it off the bed. She ran her tongue up and down 
the hair covered opening as fast as possible, finally 
sending her new found lover over the edge.

"YYYeeeesssss!" Doreen now screamed at the top of her 
lungs, not caring who heard.

The shout was music to Evelyn's ears.

A few minutes later, the two woman laid side by side, 
regaining their strength. A look of bliss covered 
Doreen's face. She looked into Evelyn's blue eyes and 
finally spoke.

"That was the most incredible moment of my life." She 
said in a quiet little girl tone. "I wish it could've 
lasted for hours."

"That was just a warm-up." Evelyn laughed. "We still 
have a long way to go."

Doreen's smile grew brighter.

"But first, why don't we do something about this mess." 
The older woman said as she ran her hand across 
Doreen's cum stained pubic hair.

"Sure, I'll only take me a minute to clean it up." 
Doreen replied as she started to get up.

"Actually, I was thinking of cutting it all off." 
Evelyn interjected. "I don't think there's anything 
sexier than a woman who's bare." She added as she 
spread her own legs and let the overhead light shine on 
her own bare beaver.

Doreen didn't even stop to think about it. If Evelyn 
had said they should go downstairs and run through the 
lobby naked, she would've given the same answer.

"Ok." She said in that same little girl voice.

Ten minutes later, Doreen stood in front of the full 
length bathroom mirror and admired her newly saved 
cunt. Evelyn had handled the razor with precision and 
not even a small scratch was visible. On her own, 
Doreen couldn't even shave her legs without drawing 
blood. She ran her fingers across the now exposed skin, 
giggling at its softness.

"Mmmm, that's much better." Evelyn said as she embraced 
Doreen from behind and cupped her small breasts. 
Playing with her nipples, she kissed first her neck, 
then pulled her head around and met her lips with her 
own.

This time the kiss was soft and gentle, and for the 
first time, Doreen was able to appreciate the warmth of 
Evelyn's kiss. A second kiss followed, then a third. 
All the while, the blonde played with the smaller 
woman's breasts, bringing her nipples to a stiff 
attention.

Evelyn took a seat on the bowl and pulled Doreen to 
her. Her face now level with the small firm breasts, 
she kissed each nipple in turn. Just a peck at first, 
then a little harder. Soon Doreen's entire mound was 
covered with wet kisses.

Pulling the brunette tighter in her embrace, the kisses 
turned to love bites as Evelyn's teeth glided across 
the soft skin. Then her attention turned to her nipples 
as first one , then the other disappeared into Evelyn's 
mouth. 

Doreen had never realized her nipples could be so 
sensitive, or that the simple act of sucking on them 
could feel so good. So distracted was she by this new 
revelation, she jumped when she felt two of her 
teacher's fingers slide between the folds of her now 
nude womanhood.

The faster her fingers slid in and out, the harder 
Evelyn sucked. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, she 
brought her junior right back to the excited state she 
had enjoyed a short while before.

As if hypnotized, Doreen began to again gyrate in time 
with the penetration. If Evelyn kept this up, she 
wouldn't last another ten minutes. 

As Doreen once against approached the edge of an 
orgasm, Evelyn suddenly stopped. 

Rising from the seat, she put her hands around Doreen's 
waist and helped her hop up onto the vanity. No sooner 
as she settle her ass against the cold countertop when 
Evelyn replaced her fingers and began to again finger-
fuck her.

The advantage of this new position was that Evelyn's 
large breasts were now face level with Doreen. A fact 
that the history teacher wasted no time in exploiting. 
Immediately she lifted the right breast and guided the 
nipple to her waiting mouth.

Like a babe at her mother's tit, the 26 year old woman 
suckled. The rising heat from between her legs just 
increased her desire to bring Evelyn the same pleasure 
that she had given her.

"Oh yes, baby." Evelyn said as she pulled Doreen's lips 
tighter against her breasts. "You're doing fine.

Moving to the other breast, Doreen continued to stroke 
the saliva soaked nipple with her hand. What she lacked 
in experience she more than made up in enthusiasm.

"Let's go back to the bed." Evelyn suggested as she 
pulled her breast away from a reluctant Doreen.

*

Back on the bed, Evelyn laid out on her back and 
invited Doreen to get on top of her. Instead of going 
face to face, she swung her body around and again 
offered her moist pussy to Evelyn.

"I knew you'd be a fast learner." Evelyn quipped before 
she was silenced by the weight of Doreen's sexuality as 
she pressed it down against her mouth.

By the time Doreen had moved her own head down between 
Evelyn's legs, the blonde was already fast at work with 
both her tongue and fingers. It only took a few minutes 
for her to whip Doreen back to a teetering edge. Try as 
she could, Doreen couldn't keep up with the more 
experienced woman, but she would give it her best 
effort all the same.

With her tongue pressing around and around Doreen's 
clit, and her fingers now covered with shiny lubricant, 
Evelyn abruptly switched hands. While her dry fingers 
soon became as wet as those they replaced, Evelyn ran 
the wet hand up across the curve of Doreen's ass and 
pressed the tips against her tightly closed pucker 
hole. 

First with one finger, then with a second, she pressed 
forward and gained entry. Once her hole has been 
stretched enough to hold two fingers, Evelyn applied 
enough pressure to force them both inside.

The result on Doreen was immediate and explosive. Her 
anus had always been incredible sensitive. Once, a long 
time ago, a former lover had performed analingus on her 
and she immediately fell in love with the act. 
Unfortunately, none of her later boyfriends would have 
anything to do with such a practice. Except for Billy 
who had once tried to have anal sex with her, but had 
been such a clod that it hurt too much to even get it 
inside.

Now with Evelyn finger-fucking both her pussy and ass, 
as well as licking her clit, Doreen realized she was on 
the threshold of the orgasm of her life. She gave up 
any attempt to try and bring Evelyn off and instead 
simply shut her eyes and allowed herself to drift on 
the currents of ecstasy ripping outward from her 
crotch.

Finally in such a burst of raw energy that she thought 
she might be having a seizure, Doreen climaxed as she 
had never before. For the first time in her life she 
actually gushed, covering Evelyn's pretty face with the 
products of her eruptions.

Evelyn of course was more than happy to accept the 
gift, continuing to both pump and lick away until she 
felt the woman on top her began to go limp with 
exhaustion.

Evelyn had no intention of disturbing Doreen as she lay 
drained, her now totally saturated cunt still resting 
an inch above her mouth. She gently removed her fingers 
from both holes and with a gentle motion of her tongue, 
continued to partake of the fruit of her efforts. 
Evelyn liked nothing better than the taste of a 
satisfied woman.

They made love once more that night, with Doreen 
finally bringing Evelyn to orgasm. After that, they 
both slept the sleep of the dead until Evelyn's body 
clock woke her up a scant 15 minutes before her 
meeting.

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The relentless drone of an unanswered alarm flooded 
Doreen's consciousness. The flood of the memories that 
had replaced the alcohol induced haze abruptly stopped 
as she opened her eyes. 

"Oh my lord," She said to herself as she pulled herself 
up into a sitting position. "Was that really me last 
night?"

It had been, she was forced to admit to herself. It 
would be easy to blame it on the booze. Simply say she 
had much too much to drink and had gone way over the 
edge. But while that lie could come easily enough, it 
wouldn't be true.	

It had been fun, and yes it had been exciting. Doreen 
couldn't remember the last time sex had been so 
exciting. But the thing to do now was admit that it had 
been both fun and exciting and put it all behind her. 

After all, tomorrow morning it would be back to 
Parkerston, Indiana, population 4,425. Back to the 
Eisenhower Elementary School were she was expected to 
set a moral example to the community and "lesbian" was 
a word not used in decent company.

Yes, that was definitely the best thing to do. Just 
chalk it up as another little adventure that was better 
left forgotten. 

"Well better see what's on the agenda for today." 
Doreen said out loud as she walked over to the desk and 
picked up the brochure her roommate had left. 

Circled on it were discussion groups about various 
subjects by various well known and really incredibly 
boring educators. No doubt her roomie would find them 
fascinating. 

Since the closing ceremony for the conference was 
scheduled for 4:00 in order to allow many people to 
head home tonight, there wouldn't even be a party 
tonight.

"Well at least I have a morning flight, no rushing to 
the airport tonight." She said to herself as she looked 
at the pile of suitcases her roommate had left by the 
door. 

Her roomie had a 6:00 flight back to New Mexico, but 
insisted on attending as many discussion groups and 
lectures as possible. According to her plan, she would 
attend the final comments and then race like the devil 
to the airport to catch her flight.

"Well I wish her luck." Doreen thought. "Because if she 
misses her flight she'd be stuck her until tomorrow and 
I'll have to put up with her again."

Looking at the clock, Doreen remembered that she told 
Tim she'd call him about this time to confirm what time 
her flight would get in. That way she could be sure 
he'd be there to meet her.

As she reached for the phone she realized that was a 
really silly thought. Of course he'd be there to meet 
her. And if she knew Timmy, he'd take her straight to 
his apartment for a little between the sheets action. 
After all, he'd been without for five whole days. 
Unless of course he'd found someone else to keep his 
toes warm. The image of Bobby Jo (Boom Boom) Kolwowski, 
the waitress at the sports bar Tim spent so much time 
at suddenly came to mind.

For the next half hour she sat on the receiving end of 
a busy signal. Finally she called the operator and 
asked her to interrupt, only to be told the phone was 
off the hook.

"He knew I'd be calling this morning, where could he 
be?" She asked herself as she hung up the phone.

No sooner had she replaced the receiver back on the 
phone than it abruptly rang. Quickly grabbing it she 
brought it up to her face.

"Tim?" She asked, hoping that he had realized that the 
phone had been off the hook and was now calling her.	

"Who?" The feminine voice from the received asked. "Oh 
no, sugar pie, it's Evelyn."

"Oh God!" Doreen thought. Just the sound of her voice 
sent a tingle between her legs.

"Yes...." Doreen answered hesitantly.

"I'm going to be finished with the last panel about two 
and I was wondering if you'd like to get together for a 
late lunch? That is if you haven't already made any 
other plans?"

"Well, I haven't really." Doreen answered, now aware 
that the tingling had spread to her nipples. She 
hesitated for a few moments then asked "Just lunch?" 

"Well, I'll leave that up to you, darling." Evelyn 
laughed softly.

Doreen stared at her reflection in the mirror across 
the room. She had already decided that the best thing 
to do about last night was simply forget it ever 
happened. She couldn't, she mustn't do anything to 
change that.

"Could you hold on a minute?" She asked.

"Certainly."

Lowering the phone, Doreen repeated to herself that she 
had made the right decision. After all, tomorrow she 
would be back on her way to her real life. Back to Tim 
and respectability. Of course there would be some 
perfectly good explanation as to why he had missed her 
call. It was only her imagination, her guilty 
imagination that put him in the bed of a bimbo.

"Just say sorry, I can't make it." Doreen said to 
herself. "She'll understand. And who knows, if she 
really wants company, I'm sure she'd have no trouble 
finding it."

Returning the receiver to her mouth, Doreen opened her 
mouth to say just that. But instead it came out.

"I'd love to."

"Wonderful!" Evelyn exclaimed. "I'll see you about 2:30 
then."

"Fine, I'll be ready." Doreen heard herself say before 
the phone went click.

For a long minute she stood there, staring hard at the 
phone in her hand. How had no turned into yes? What was 
she thinking? Confused he hung up the phone.

Just then the phone rang again. Hesitantly she picked 
it up and said hello.

"Hi peaches." Said the deep masculine voice on the 
other end. "I'm glad I caught you."

"Timmy?" She asked.

For the next few minutes she listened as her boyfriend 
explained that he had knocked over his phone when he 
came in last night after a few too many beers. Figuring 
that she must've been trying to call and got a busy 
signal, he'd called her instead.

"So how's the conference been?" He asked.

"Very educational." She replied, thinking that was 
definitely the truth.	

"Well I can't wait for you to get home." He said. "It's 
been a long and lonely week."

"Don't worry, I'll be home soon." She said and gave him 
all the flight information.

"Great," He replied. "Well I'm going to have to run, 
babe. I'm playing ball with the guys down at the bar 
this afternoon."

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then."

Replacing the phone for a second time, she realized 
that the tingling between her legs had now given way to 
a soft wetness. But was it from Evelyn or Timmy? Should 
she call Evelyn back and cancel?

Doreen picked up the phone and asked that Evelyn be 
paged.

A few minutes later, Evelyn came to the phone.

"Did you forget something?" She asked.

"Err....actually...yes I did..." Doreen stammered.

Silence on the other end indicated Evelyn was waiting 
for more of a response.

"I just wanted to say....." Doreen began, stopping to 
take a long deep breath.

"I just wanted to say that I wish that you'd call me 
Dee Dee. All my friends do."

"Of course, Dee Dee, if it makes you happy." Evelyn 
beamed, her smile almost visible over the phone. "But 
I've got to get back. I'll see you later. I'm looking 
forward to it."

"So am I." Dee Dee said as she too broke into a wide 
grin.

Turning to look at herself once more in the mirror, she 
said out loud to her reflection.

"I guess just once more can't really hurt. After all, 
this conference is supposed to be educational."

Then her thoughts turned to what she could wear, 
wondering if she had time to stop at that really cute 
lingerie boutique she saw over on 4th street.

END

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Priorities ....
  A hundred years from now....
	It won't matter how much money I had....
	    What kind of house I lived in ....
		Or what kind of car I drove...	
  What will matter is that the world might be a 
better place...
	Because I was important in the life of a 
child. 	

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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