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Teacher's Conference
by Ann Douglas (annd@pop.tiac.net)
***
A young teacher gets so drunk at a conference that she
wakes up in a strange room, with a saved pussy. (FF,
d/s)
***
"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 home town 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 night's 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 advise. "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 love-juice 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 God!" 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.
"YESSS!" 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 it's
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.
* * *
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 where 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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