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Story title : Boston Private

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Boston Private (FF, 1st-lesbian experience, school)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes 
scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that 
are copyrighted by David E. Kelly and the FOX network. 
This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment 
of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright 
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from 
the distribution of this story.


The bell had sounded over an hour before, signally the 
end of the last period as Lauren Davis, head of the 
Social Studies Department, walked down the empty halls 
of Winslow High. The slender twenty something blond was 
carrying on an animated discussion with Marilyn Sudor, 
another of the teachers. The two had been friends almost 
since the day they had both started at the school, and 
Lauren often turned to Marilyn for advice.

"I really don't know what I'm going to do with Harvey," 
Lauren said as they walked.

"What's he done this time?" the auburn haired black 
woman laughed softly.

Harvey Lipschultz was an aging relic of the Social 
Studies department. He was long past the age where he 
could retire, but he had steadfastly refused to do so. 
Despite the many problems he had caused her, Lauren had 
a deep affection for the teacher dating back to the days 
when she sat one of these classrooms as a student.

So far this year alone, he had tried to send Dana Poole, 
one of the most popular girls in the school, home for 
not wearing a bra. That action had let to a 
demonstration of support by most of the female student 
body who also then went braless. A protest that while 
not appreciated by the school hierarchy, was quite 
enjoyable to the other half of the student population.

He'd also alienated a significant portion of his black 
students with some of his comments, as well as made 
several accusations about the sexual particularities of 
some of his fellow teachers. Lately there'd been some 
talk that he might actually be lapsing into senility.

"Just another argument between him and Guber," Lauren 
replied, making reference to Scott Guber, Winslow's Vice 
Principal.

"What was it about?" Marilyn inquired, then added. 
"Wait, I don't even think I want to know."

Lauren shot Marilyn a hard look.

"Sorry girl," Marilyn responded, "but if you're looking 
for sympathy for having to deal with Harvey, don't look 
at me. I would have let them fire him a half dozen times 
this year alone."

The blond haired department head was about to say 
something to her friend when a noise from the classroom 
they were passing caught her attention.

"Did you hear that?" she said instead.

Marilyn raised a finger to her mouth to show that yes 
she did hear it, and that they should be quiet. Moving 
to the back door of the supposedly empty classroom, the 
two teachers glanced through the glass window.

"Oh my God!" Lauren gasped in a whisper as she saw what 
was going beyond the door. "I ..."

"Shhh!" Marilyn cut her off, taking her own long look.

In the far corner of the room, visible only from the 
back door, were two students. One was instantly 
recognizable as Dana Poole. She was sitting on the edge 
of a desk, lip locked with another girl. The second 
student's face wasn't clearly visible, but what was 
clear was that she had one of her hands inside Dana's 
blouse. Dana, in turn, had her own hand up the other 
girl's skirt.

Before the two girls could become aware of the teachers 
looking in on them, Marilyn grabbed Lauren's arm and 
silently pulled her away from the door and down the 
hall. She didn't stop until they had put a closed door 
between them and what they had just witnessed.

"We have to go back there and do something," Lauren said 
as soon as they stopped.

"Do what?" Marilyn asked. "Tell them they're not allowed 
to kiss on school grounds."

"We can't do nothing," Lauren insisted.

"That's exactly what we're going to do," Marilyn 
insisted. "With all the things that have happened in 
this school this past year, the last thing we need is 
another sex scandal. Especially one that you bring to 
light."

The last part of Marilyn's comment hit her colleague 
hard. A few months before, Lauren had practically walked 
in on two students, that time a boy and girl, in an 
empty stairwell. The girl, Susan Potter, had been on her 
knees, performing oral sex on Peter Nelson. Both of them 
were candidates for Student Council President and it 
turned out that the sex act had been a bribe to Peter to 
drop out of the race and throw his support behind Susan. 
After Lauren exposed them, Steven Harper, Winslow's 
Principal, disqualified both of them from the election 
and the third candidate won.

What had shocked Lauren so much about that whole 
incident was the casual way both students viewed it. 
Susan had said that it was no big thing, rating oral sex 
no higher on the scale then Lauren had rated french 
kissing when she was her age. And when questioned about 
the morality of trading a sexual favor in exchange for 
throwing the election, Peter had simply explained, "Are 
you kidding, haven't you ever seen Susan Potter?"

"Half the students in this school don't trust you, 
especially after you blew the whistle on those two," 
Marilyn said. "Is it worth it to lose the other half for 
that?"

With all the real problems facing them, drugs, teen 
pregnancy, students dropping out, the fact that two 
students might be experimenting with lesbianism seemed 
pretty low on the list. Reluctantly, Lauren finally 
agreed with Marilyn.

*

The next day was Friday and the two teachers found 
themselves in the near empty teacher's lounge, still 
discussing what had happened the day before. They were 
speaking in low tones, trying to keep the conversation 
private, but were still overheard by Marla Hendricks, 
one of the older teachers.

"I'm not surprised," Marla offered her unsolicited 
opinion. "It used to be some girls experimented with 
that sort of thing in college, now it's high school. 
With all the diseases going around, not to mention 
boyfriends who get them pregnant and then disappear, 
more girls are finding other ways to take care of their 
sexual urges. Besides, it's not the worse way to have an 
orgasm if you don't have a steady man."

As Marla finished her coffee and began to leave for her 
next class, both of the younger women had to wonder 
about the last part of her comment. The way she said it 
made them wonder if perhaps she had some personal 
experience in that area. Bolder than Lauren, Marilyn 
asked just that. Pausing for a moment before walking 
away, Marla just smiled broadly at the question.

The loud ringing of the bell cut off any further 
discussion, reminding both Lauren and Marilyn that they 
too had classes waiting for them. They gathered up their 
things and began to leave as well.

"Are we still on for dinner at my place tonight?" 
Marilyn asked before Lauren disappeared out the door.

Lauren nodded that they were. With her on again, off 
again, relationship with fellow teacher, Harry Senate in 
the latter mode once again, Lauren had been pretty much 
keeping to himself in the off hours. Marilyn was 
determined to bring her out of her low spirits, but so 
far had only gotten her to agree to dinner at her 
apartment rather than going out.

Dinner went off pretty well, they both agreed. The meal 
was quite simple but then neither of them were great 
cooks. It was enough for the two of them to put the 
week's problems behind them and relax for a while.

After dinner, Marilyn produced a second bottle of wine 
and they moved their conversation to the small living 
room. They sat on opposite ends of the couch and after 
they made themselves comfortable, Marilyn poured them 
each a full glass.

"Things any better between you and Harry?" Marilyn asked 
as she took a sip of wine.

"I'd really rather not discuss Harry right now," Lauren 
countered, taking an even larger sample of her own 
drink.

"All right," Marilyn said, "but just remember, if all 
else fails there's always Guber?"

That suggestion caused Lauren to almost choke on her 
wine. It was public knowledge that Scott Guber had an 
almost schoolboy like crush on her. A rigid, no-nonsense 
disciplinarian, Guber was looked on as an almost neo-
nazi by most of the student body and even some of the 
faculty. While Lauren didn't view him as that extreme in 
most cases, the one time he had actually asked her out 
had almost made her nauseous.

"Well if I'm going to be stuck with Guber," she joked 
after catching her breath. "I guess that leaves you with 
Steven."

Steven Harper, the Principal of Winslow High was a tall, 
powerfully built black man. With a clean shaven head and 
a carefully trimmed goatee and mustache, he was 
considered quite an impressive figure.

"Hmmm," the brown skinned woman said as she considered 
the idea. "That might not be so bad. Steven is a pretty 
big man. Might be fun to find out if that goes for 
everything about him."

"You are so bad," Lauren responded.

They continued to chat for a while,
discussing some of the things that had happened over the 
school year. If nothing else, as Marilyn had insinuated 
the day before, this seemed to be the year of the sex 
scandal.

First there was a mini-scandal with Harry having kissed 
Dana Poole. It had led to her blackmailing Harry into 
helping her out when she was in trouble with Guber. Then 
there was the disclosure of a Pussy Posse game being 
played by the male seniors. A game where they got 
different points for bedding female students, with the 
most going for a freshman.

It was followed by the discovery of a journal by a 
teacher who died suddenly. In it he had written that he 
was sleeping with one of his students. In the end, it 
turned out that the whole affair was the result of his 
obsession with the girl and had never happened.

A more real affair occurred between Milton Buttle, one 
of the English teachers and a student. True, when he 
first met her, he thought she was a twenty-year-old 
Harvard student and not an eighteen-year-old senior. But 
he'd continued sleeping with her even after he found out 
she went to Winslow. The revelation of the affair had 
cost him his job.

"You can't tell me," Marilyn was saying as she refilled 
both of their glasses, "that a good number of the men at 
Winslow wish they couldn't have traded places with 
Milton for a night. As long as they didn't get caught of 
course. Sleeping with a student has got to be their 
biggest fantasy."

"Right up there with watching two women," Lauren said, 
realizing that the wine was getting to her as she 
repeated something Harry had mentioned to her one night 
in bed.

"Tell me about it, girlfriend," Marilyn said, feeling a 
little of the wine's effect as well. "It seems like 
there comes a point in every relationship that a man 
brings up the idea of a threesome. Just so he can see 
you and another girl get it on."

It must've been the wine, but Lauren found the 
determination to ask a question she normally never 
would.

"Marilyn, have you ever done it?" Lauren asked, the 
meaning of "it" self-evident.

"Well to be honest," her fellow teacher replied, "I've 
been hit on by women before, but I've never taken any of 
them up on their offers. Still, I have thought about 
what it might be like at times. "

"I can believe that women hit on you too," Lauren 
agreed.

In the beginning of the school year, Holt `45, the 
popular student website run by Sheryl Holt had run a 
poll on what female teachers the students most wanted to 
sleep with. Marilyn had come in first, gathering twice 
as many votes as the runner-up.

Lauren had ranked lower on the list, barely beating out 
a few women almost twice her age for the seventh 
position. That had upset her so much that she had a 
friend hack the site and get the raw data for the poll. 
More shocking than how few people had voted for her was 
how many girls had taken the poll and voted for Marilyn.

"How about you?" Marilyn asked in return.

"Sometimes," Lauren answered almost hesitantly, "I think 
about what it would be like to kiss another girl. Just 
to satisfy my curiosity."

Marilyn laughed at her response.

"I'm glad you think it's so funny," the blond said, a 
little touch of anger in her voice.

"I wasn't laughing at you, Lauren," Marilyn explained. 
"A friend of mine, I think you met her once, Rene, the 
lawyer, told me a story about her roommate. It seems 
another female lawyer in her firm was having dreams 
about kissing her."

"I don't see what that has to do ..."

"It was just that you used almost the same words that 
her roommate used to justify it when they did kiss each 
other," Marilyn said, before pausing to take another 
drink of the wine.

"Did it satisfy their curiosity?" Lauren asked.

"Well to hear, Renee, tell it," Marilyn smiled, "her 
friend came home that night with a very satisfied look 
on her face."

Now Lauren paused to take a long taste of her wine. The 
look on her face was one Marilyn knew well. It was a 
look of remembrance.

"You're thinking about Dana Poole, aren't you?" Marilyn 
asked.

Lauren nodded her head yes.

"I guess I've been thinking about her too," Marilyn 
admitted.

"Do you think we could?" Lauren asked, the need to 
actually say it outright not needed.

"Can't see what harm it would do?" Marilyn smiled.

"Guess not," Lauren smiled in return. "It really can't 
do any harm, just a little kiss ..."

"... just to satisfy our curiosity," Marilyn finished 
the sentence.

Both women leaned forward as their lips met. It was a 
gentle kiss at first, just the barest caress of their 
lips against each other. Then it became just a little 
more intimate as their tongues came into play. The kiss 
seemed both endless and all too brief. Rather than 
satisfying their curiosity, it only seemed to intensify 
it.

"That was ..." Lauren began.

"...Intense," Marilyn finished.

"Again?" Lauren asked, unsure of the answer she would 
get.

"Why not?" Marilyn replied.

They kissed again, the degree of their connection being 
just a little stronger. Without asking about it, a third 
kiss followed without pause. To Lauren's surprise, she 
found her hand resting on Marilyn's breast, mirroring 
what she had seen Dana and that other girl doing 
yesterday. To her relief as she realized she had done 
it, Marilyn didn't seem to mind at all.

In fact, rather than be shocked, Marilyn took Lauren's 
hand in her own and slipped it under her blouse, 
bringing it to rest against her naked flesh beneath.

"Oh my," Lauren said as she took a long deep breath.

"Exactly," Marilyn added.

"I think that maybe we should take a few moments to 
think about this," Lauren said as she reluctantly 
withdrew her hand from inside Marilyn's shirt.

A shattering quiet filled the room as both women realize 
that they are the edge of crossing a line. They moved 
back a little further from each other, each taking 
another drink of wine.

"I think this is going a little further than we 
planned," Lauren said.

"Is that a bad thing?" Marilyn asked.

"After all we're both adults."

	"I guess not, and yes we are," said Lauren.

"So I guess the question to ask is," Marilyn said. "Do 
we really want to explore this?"

"I guess it would be nice if we understood what the 
attraction to it all was," Lauren replied in way of not 
giving too direct an answer.

"But it would only be this one time, right?" asked 
Marilyn.

"Absolutely," Lauren replied.

"Then I guess what we should decide first then is how 
far we should take this, just so we don't have a problem 
later on," Marilyn said.

"That's a good idea," agreed Lauren.

"So how far do we go?" Marilyn repeated.

"How far do you think we should go?" Lauren asked in 
turn.



"Well we're not going to go anywhere is we keep asking 
this back and forth," Marilyn stated.

"I guess you're right," Lauren said, as she paused to 
take a long, deep breath. "If we're only going to try 
this once, then maybe we should try it all."

"All, meaning everything?" Marilyn asked.

"Yes."

"Everything would include our going down on each other?" 
Marilyn continued, getting straight to the most extreme 
possibility.

"Unless you have a problem with that," Lauren quickly 
said. "We could skip..."

"No, I just wanted to make sure the parameters of our 
little experiment." Marilyn warmly smiled.

"Then I guess there's nothing left but to just do it, I 
guess." Lauren concluded.

Marilyn replied by taking the glass of wine out of 
Lauren's hand and putting both of them on the coffee 
table. She leaned across the small distance between them 
on the couch and kissed Lauren again. As her tongue 
slipped into the history teacher's mouth, Marilyn's 
hands slipped up under her shirt as well.

"Oh yes," Lauren moaned as Marilyn's hands squeezed her 
small mounds through her bra.

The chocolate hued teacher slid down her hands and 
grabbed the bottom of Lauren's shirt. Then pulled it up 
and over Lauren's head, tossing it aside to the floor. 
She leaned forward and kissed the exposed flesh of her 
pale breasts. Her tongue tickled Lauren's skin, causing 
her to giggle.

Reaching behind her, Lauren undid the hook of her bra, 
letting it fall forward into Marilyn's hands. She 
dropped it to the floor as well, then moved her mouth to 
cover the newly exposed bright pink nipples.

"Yes!" Lauren moaned even louder as Marilyn's red lips 
closed around her nipples, pulling them into her mouth. 
It was a feeling that was both familiar and excitingly 
new.

Marilyn continued to feast on the ambrosia of her new 
love's mounds, alternating the soft caress of her lips 
and tongue with the sharp bite of her teeth. It was a 
combination that Lauren seemed to thrive on. A fact 
attested to by the increasing volume of her cries.

"Oh Marilyn, I want to do that to you so much," Lauren 
said between moans, "you have such beautiful breasts."

Marilyn leaned back and slowly, erotically, began to 
undo her blouse. With each undone button, more of the 
creamy brown flesh beneath became visible, and with it 
the rising beat of Lauren's heart.

Finally only a red lace bra was left, the sheer material 
concealing what had been unofficially voted the best 
tits at Winslow High. Lauren reached out and undid the 
small clasp between those mounds, setting them free. As 
the rich dark chocolate nipples came into view, Lauren 
couldn't wait to taste them.

She didn't have to wait as Marilyn took hold of her left 
breast and lifted it to Lauren's mouth. As she sucked on 
the tasty treat, Marilyn ran her fingers through the 
blonde's hair, stroking the back of her neck as well.

"Oh yes, lick them," she purred as Lauren returned the 
pleasure Marilyn had just given her. "Suck them hard."

"They are so sweet," Lauren said as she licked the erect 
nipples.

"Well maybe this will make them taste even better," 
Marilyn laughed as she had a sudden inspiration and 
picked up her wine glass from the table and poured the 
last of it over her breasts.

The drink spread out across her warm flesh, forming a 
shiny film against her dark skin. Lauren stretched out 
her darting tongue and began to lick the tasty beverage, 
now mixed with Marilyn's own flavoring, from her 
breasts. The mix, she decided, had greatly improved the 
wine.

The two topless women continued to make out on the couch 
with a fiery passion, exploring each other with their 
hands and mouths. It was like they were teenagers again, 
making out in the backseat up at lover's lane.

Marilyn took Lauren's hand and guided it under her skirt 
and inside the matching red panties beneath. A hot rush 
of excitement filled Lauren's body as her fingers 
pressed against the now saturated mound.

"I want you inside me," Marilyn whispered in her ear, 
planting a soft kiss there as well.

Lauren responded with enthusiasm as she slid first one, 
then two fingers inside of Marilyn's womanhood. Slowly 
at first, then with an increasing lust, she pumped them 
in and out of her. Now it was Marilyn's turn to moan 
with delight.

Undoing the belt on Lauren's jeans, Marilyn managed to 
pull them down her legs. Lauren reciprocated by undoing 
Marilyn's skirt. Since they had tossed off their shoes 
and socks when they both curled up on the couch, they 
were both left with only their panties.

Marilyn matched Lauren's moves, sliding her own hand 
into her plain white panties and her fingers past the 
trimmed blond bush. In no time at all the two teachers 
were furiously finger fucking each other.

Now both were covered with a sticky film of sweat as 
they pushed the other along the road to orgasm. A road 
that proved rather short as first Lauren, then Marilyn 
had a brief but pleasing climax.

"That was great," Marilyn said as they wrapped her arms 
around Lauren and pulled her close, "really great."

"I think fantastic would be a better choice of words," 
Lauren offered as she kissed Marilyn's cheek.

"I'll defer to your judgment," Marilyn chuckled, "after 
all, you are a department head."

"What should we try next?" Lauren asked, her voice 
containing a small fear that Marilyn might decide that 
her curiosity had been satisfied and bring their 
explorations to a stop.

Marilyn took what seemed like such a long time answering 
that Lauren was sure that her fear was right on the 
money. Then it was dashed aside as Marilyn smiled 
invitingly and suggested that they move their little 
adventure to the bedroom where they might be more 
comfortable.

Once spread out on Marilyn's bed, they quickly took off 
each other's panties, removing the last barrier between 
them. They pressed their bodies together, rubbing first 
their nipples, then their pussies against each other. 
Still filled with curious excitement, they continued 
what they had started on the couch.

"Hold on a second," Marilyn interrupted as an idea 
sparkled in her eyes. "I have something we can use."

Disengaging herself from their embrace, Marilyn leaned 
over and reached into the bottom drawer of her night 
table. As she did, Lauren couldn't help but appreciate 
the rounded smoothness of her ass. God this woman had a 
perfect body, she thought.

From within the table, Marilyn produced a slim, smooth 
white plastic vibrator. The appearance of the phallic 
shaped toy brought a look of surprise to Lauren's face.

"Oh come on," Marilyn laughed, "like you don't have one 
too."

"Have one?" Lauren repeated in all seriousness. "Up 
until thirty second ago, I'd never even seen one."

"You're kidding?" the brown skinned beauty asked. Then 
realizing that her friend was telling the truth added, 
"It's no wonder that most of the students think you're 
some kind of nun."

"Some nun," Lauren replied as she considered the fact 
that she was naked in bed with another woman and what 
they had been doing.

Then, considering some of the stories she'd heard about 
nuns over the years, maybe the nickname wasn't so far 
off the mark after all.

"Where did you get that?" Lauren asked, finding it hard 
to imagine the teacher going to some out of the way sex 
shop.

"Mail order," Marilyn simply replied as she twisted the 
bottom of the slim toy and it began to softly buzz.

"Really?" Lauren said in surprise.

"Why don't you just lay back and let me show you what 
you've been missing," Marilyn said, dismissing Lauren's 
questions.

"Oh God!" Lauren yelled as Marilyn guided the pulsating 
tip of the long toy between the folds of her pussy and 
brushed it against the tip of her clitoris.

The journey of the pleasure-giving device had begun at 
the tips of Lauren's breasts, then passed down the small 
valley between them. It continued on down between her 
legs, leaving a tingling trail.

Marilyn slowly moved the humming toy in and out of 
Lauren's pussy. It left a rising appreciation of the 
benefits of modern technology and a mental note to 
purchase one for herself at the very first opportunity.

"Oh I can't wait any longer," Marilyn said as she 
withdrew the vibrator from within Lauren and twisted the 
base to the off position.

She was about to lay it aside when she noticed the small 
amount of shiny residue at the tip. Lifting it to her 
mouth, she slid her tongue across it, licking the 
plastic clean. It was but an appetizer of what was to 
come.

Finally laying the now clean toy aside, Marilyn took 
hold of Lauren's legs and spread them apart. There was 
little doubt that she was the one in charge right now 
and the slightly older blond didn't seem to care a bit.

Throughout her life, once Marilyn had made up her mind 
to do something, she would act on that decision with 
great enthusiasm. This time was no exception as she 
lowered her head between Lauren's outstretched legs and 
eagerly partook of the ambrosia she had just sampled.

If the touch of her vibrator on Lauren's clit had been 
electrifying, that of Marilyn's soft tongue proved 
explosive. Lauren's body quaked beneath the repeated 
thrusts of her mouth and fingers.

"Ooooooh," Lauren moaned in response, unable to believe 
that this was the first time Marilyn had ever done this. 
What would she be like if she'd had more practice?

Marilyn wrapped her arms around Lauren's legs, holding 
her even tighter against her face. The fires within her 
made her a woman possessed, passing those raging flames 
into Lauren's body as well.

Wave upon increasing wave of rising gratification 
crashed across the fullness of Lauren's body, sending 
her spiraling down a whirlPoole of delights. It didn't 
take long for that whirlPoole to erupt into a senses 
shattering orgasm that she would never forget.

"Marilyn!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her 
body quivered and quaked with such force that she almost 
thought that she might black out.

"There is absolutely no way I am ever going to be able 
to top that," Lauren said as she finally regained her 
senses.

"I guess I did get a little carried away," Marilyn 
softly laughed. "It's okay."

"You didn't give me a chance to finish," Lauren 
continued. "I don't think I'm going to be able to top 
it, but I'm going to give my best shot."

In no time at all, Lauren's face was in turn buried 
between Marilyn's thighs as the brown skinned woman 
braced herself against the headboard. Rocking back and 
forth, Marilyn added her motions to the not 
insignificant skill of Lauren's tongue. The blond haired 
teacher hadn't given herself enough credit. In less time 
that she would've believed possible, she had brought 
Marilyn to the crest of her own climax.

"Right there," Marilyn panted as Lauren found her 
sensitive spot, feeling the rising swells within her.

Lauren took the recommendation and concentrated her 
efforts on that spot. Not to say she didn't spread out 
her efforts in other areas as well. She could feel the 
tremor in the dark legs pressed against the sides of her 
face. Her heart raced at the thought that she had caused 
both that and the orgasm yet born.

A birth that came less than five minutes later with a 
gratifying intensity that left no room for complaint. 
Not that Marilyn would've been inclined to do so under 
any circumstances.

"That was pretty nice," Marilyn smiled as her climax 
slowly subsided and she dropped down and kissed Lauren 
in appreciation of her gift.

Over the next few hours, they repeated their little 
experiment as any good researchers would. After all, 
they rightly reasoned, until a new day actually began, 
it was all part of the same event. To their mutual 
delight, each repetition ended with a similar if not 
more satisfying conclusion.

Finally, long after the dawn, the two lovers were forced 
to reluctantly concede that a new day had indeed begun. 
A single, long kiss sealed their bargain. To put the 
events of the previous night into a locked box, never to 
see the light of day.

*

Monday morning found Lauren and Marilyn having coffee 
together in the teacher's lounge. Silence filled the 
table as each of them quietly read various papers and 
savored their drinks. As per their mutual agreement, the 
events of the weekend were not a topic of discussion.

"Good morning, Marla," Lauren said as she looked up and 
noticed the heavyset teacher pouring herself a cup of 
coffee. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh it was fine," she said as she stirred the cream she 
had added to her cup. "I went to visit my cousin over in 
Cambridge."

"That's nice," Lauren replied as she went back to the 
lesson plan she had been reviewing.

"How did the two of you make out on Friday?" Marla asked 
after taking a slip of her coffee.

The seeming innocent question, at least to the other 
teachers scattered around the room, caused both Lauren 
and Marilyn's heads to snap up at the same time. A 
guilty look filled both their faces.

"Friday?" Lauren asked, her voice almost stuttering.

"Yes," Marla said, wondering why such a simple question 
seemed to upset the department head so much. "The two of 
you where having dinner together Friday night, or did I 
get that wrong?"

"No, dinner was fine," Marilyn answered for Lauren, 
remembering that Marla had been there when they had 
first made their plans.

"Good," Marla concluded as she took her coffee and 
Danish and went to sit at one of the other tables.

Lauren and Marilyn looked at each other for a long 
moment. Then they both burst into a relief filled 
laughter. An action that drew a few stares from some 
onlookers.

"Private joke," Marilyn said, satisfying most of their 
curiosities.

They smiled at each other, secure in the knowledge that 
no one would ever know what had passed between them. 
Yet, as they went back to their reading, one thought 
seemed to echo in each of their thoughts.

Despite what they had said to each other about their 
little venture into the world of Sapphic lust. About it 
being a one-time experiment, both young women knew that 
it was going to be impossible to put the genie back in 
the bottle. The question in each of their minds centered 
instead on which of them would be the first to act on 
that conclusion. As they looked deep into each other's 
eyes, it was a question that might not be long in the 
answering.

End

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