Hidden Talents
by Ann Douglas
Emily Barlow sat in the outer office of her faculty advisor, impatiently
waiting for an appointment scheduled more than a half hour ago. That the
twenty year old redhead wasn't alone in that regard - there were three other
students also waiting - did little to alleviate her frustration.
"I'm sure Professor Nelson will be along shortly," the gray haired
secretary, whose nameplate identified as Norma Wood, said, repeating the
assurance she'd given when Emily had walked in, barely a minute before her
scheduled appointment, and then fifteen minutes later when the next student
arrived.
Normally, Emily would've been out of there after ten minutes, not being
all that big on waiting. This time, however, that wasn't an option. Her final
grades didn't become official until an advisor had reviewed her record and
certified that she had indeed met all the requirements for graduation. Once that
was done, she could put North Brighton Community College behind her -
something she couldn't wait to do. The only reason she was even here in the
first place, she reminded herself, was that her father had insisted she get at least
an associate degree before he let her join the family's lumber business. As if
she was really going to do anything at the company that would require a degree,
she reminded herself.
Three years before, Emily had been part of the freshman class in the
much more prestigious Walker College, the same school her two older sisters
had graduated from. Unfortunately, despite the alumni donation her father had
made to the school to encourage them to overlook certain academic
deficiencies, it didn't take long for Emily to fall back into the same pattern she
had followed at Clayton Falls High, with more time devoted to guys and parties
than books and exams. She was on academic probation before the end of her
first semester, and advised that perhaps a less challenging school might be
more suitable by the end of her second. In other words, North Brighton, which
would take just about anyone as long as the tuition check cleared.
Not that Emily applied herself any more at North Brighton than she had
at Walker, but the smaller school had a much more relaxed standard. Even so,
there had been a few setbacks along the way, but they had been handled, and in
only a few days she was finally going to walk out of here with a degree in hand.
A smile formed as she additionally recalled that, aside from the promised job,
there was also the new car her father gave all his daughters at graduation.
Since she was only getting an associate degree it wouldn't be as grand as the
ones her sisters had gotten, but it would still be better than most of the cars her
friends drove.
The phone on the secretary's desk again rang loudly, and Emily just
knew it was going to be more bad news. Sure enough, Norma apologized once
more, adding this time that she was deeply sorry, but that it seemed that
Professor Nelson now wasn't going to be able to make it in this morning at all.
His car trouble had turned out to be more of a problem than originally thought
and he had to call a tow truck to take it to the garage.
'Now that's just fucking wonderful,' Emily thought as she glanced around
the room at the faces of the other students.
"But not to worry," Norma quickly added before disappointment could be
reflected on all the prospective graduates' faces, "Professor Nelson has
arranged for one of the other professors to take care of your final reviews. She
should be here in about ten minutes."
'They couldn't have damn well done that a half hour ago?' Emily
thought, only seeing her own inconvenience.
Nine minutes later, the outer door opened and all eyes turned to watch
Professor Paulette Darrieux stride into the room. Dressed in a conservative skirt
and a loose fitting white blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck, the short-
haired brunette's style of dress seemed more appropriate to the nineteen fifties
than the early twenty-first century.
'Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better,' Emily thought as she
saw the History Professor.
If she had to draw up a list of the people she would miss the least from
her time at North Brighton, the unexpected arrival would without a doubt be at
the very top. She'd had the misfortune to have been in Paulette Darrieux's class
twice in the last two years. The first in a class that she'd failed, and then, during
the most recent term, one she'd barely squeaked by in.
Professor Darrieux didn't seem to even recognize Emily as she glanced
at the row of waiting students. Instead, she turned her attention back to Norma,
picking up the small pile of folders from the desk and asking who was up first.
"That would be Mr. Jenkins," Norma said, indicating the name typed on
the flap of the top folder, "followed by Miss Jones, Mr. Clarke, Miss Barlow and
then Mr. Allen."
"Then that is the order we shall go in," Paulette smiled, her voice still
carrying a touch of a French accent, even after spending the last third of her life
in the States. "Just give me a few minutes to go over the first file and then send
Mr. Jenkins in."
Ten minutes later, Mr. Jenkins had been replaced by Miss Jones, and
fifteen minutes after that her place in the office had been taken by Mr. Clarke.
Figuring that she had at least ten to fifteen minutes, Emily decided to answer
nature's call and make a quick visit to the ladies room across the hall. She was
as quick as she could be but, to her dismay, Ben Clarke was already exiting the
faculty advisor's office when she stepped out of the bathroom just eight minutes
later.
"I missed my turn?" Emily asked as she stepped back into the office,
noting that all of the seats were now empty.
"No need to worry, dear," Norma said. " I just switched the order and
you can go in next. After all, the professor is a busy woman and we can't waste
her time, can we?"
'What about my fucking time?' Emily thought but prudently didn't say as
she retook her seat.
Unlike the previous review, the one with Gerry Allen took almost twenty
minutes. Long minutes during which, more than once, Emily had heard laughter
though the closed door. Gerry had been in Professor Darrieux's class with her
this year, but, unlike the redhead, had excelled in history. Hardly the kind of guy
she normally associated with, the straight A student had actually asked her out
once. As if she would even be seen with a dweeb like him, much less involved.
Finally, the door opened and Gerry stepped out, with Professor Darrieux
right behind him. She handed the three completed files to Norma and said that
since it was already nearly lunch time, why didn't the secretary take off and she
would lock up the office when she was done. Having been on the verge of
calling to cancel her lunch date, Norma thanked her and, grabbing her jacket,
quickly exited the office.
"Well, Miss Barlow, shall we?" Paulette said, waving in the direction of
the still open door of the inner office with the file in her hand.
Once they were both inside, two long minutes passed as the older
woman sat at the desk and read through Emily's file. As she waited, Emily
brushed her long straight hair off her shoulder and, not for the first time,
wondered what it was that Professor Banks saw in the woman waiting to pass
judgment on her, William Banks being both her English professor and Paulette's
husband of ten years.
With a short pixie haircut, the twenty year old thought the professor attractive in
her way, although she would probably use handsome to describe her rather than
beautiful, or even pretty. Still, her features gave her a youthful appearance, one
that made her students think her younger than her thirty-eight years. It was hard
to judge her figure under the unflattering outfits she wore to class, other than it
being slim, almost boyish. For some reason, Emily had taken the older woman's
lack of imagination in dress and demeanor to signify similar shortcomings in
bed as well.
"Well, it looks like you'll be leaving us," the professor said as she finally
looked up from the file.
"That's the plan," Emily said with a grin.
"Although I must say, in looking over your final grades, I'm a bit
surprised by them," Paulette remarked as she looked once more at one of the
papers in her hand.
"In what way?" Emily asked, curiosity coupled with a touch of caution.
"Their inconsistency," she clarified.
"I don't understand," Emily said, caution turning to concern. "What do
you mean, inconsistency?"
"Well, to be honest, having had you in my class twice," Paulette went
on, "I have a pretty good idea of what kind of student you are, and quite frankly,
I don't really see how you got some of these grades."
"I worked really hard this semester," Emily quickly pointed out.
"I've no doubt that you did," the older woman said with a knowing smile,
"but still, it does make me wonder - well, maybe not so much wonder as make
me curious."
"Curious about what?" Emily asked uneasily.
"Oh, nothing of any real significance," Paulette said, continuing to smile
as she laid the paper back down on the desk, "but since it really isn't all that
important, perhaps you wouldn't mind answering a little question for me - just to
satisfy my curiosity."
"Sure, why not?" Emily replied, feeling the need to be cautious but at
the same time confident that she could lie her way out of any situation if need
be.
"So tell me, Emily, and this is just between us, so please do me the
courtesy of answering honestly," Paulette asked. "Other than my husband, how
many other professors did you fuck to get the credits you needed to graduate?"
"What?" Emily exclaimed, taken back by the unexpected question but
recovering quickly. "I don't know where you get off making a statement like that,
but..."
"Please," Paulette said, cutting the younger woman off with a wave of
her hand. "Like I said, let's be honest here. That you and my husband were
going at it like horny rabbits the first few weeks of the term was hardly a secret -
at least not to me. In fact, I even know that you've been in my house and have
used our guest bedroom for your trysts."
"I ... I ..." Emily stammered, trying to come up with the words to deny it
all, only to lose her composure instead. "How could you know…"
"Quite easily, my dear," Paulette replied, her tone still calm and even.
"My husband might come across as brilliant to some of his students, but the truth
is that, outside the classroom, he's the original absent minded professor."
Remembering a few times that he'd seemed just that, Emily agreed with
that assessment.
"Not that you would have any way of knowing, but we had a few break-
ins in our neighborhood last year," Paulette continued. "Kids most likely, but
they did cause some concern because they did more damage than thievery.
When we consulted a security expert, he convinced us that it wasn't enough to
just reinforce the locks, so in addition we installed a video surveillance system to
cover the property. Not up in the bedrooms of course, but the one down in the
first floor foyer does cover, if only barely, the living room couch."
'Oh shit!' Emily thought, letting out a small groan as she recalled
fucking the fifty-five year old English Professor on that couch the first time they'd
done it.
"I can only assume that, in his eagerness to enjoy your charms, my dear
William neglected to turn off the security system," Paulette conjectured. "Your
performance on the recording I saw was, shall I say, energetic to say the least."
As the professor spoke, Emily could just see both the new car and the
job at the family firm, most likely, fading away. The affair with her husband had
been as brief as it was unmemorable, lasting just long enough to secure her a
passing grade in English.
"Oh, don't worry, my dear," Paulette said, the calm of her voice
contrasting markedly with the look of panic on Emily's face. "Like I said, my
question was only to satisfy my curiosity. You're not the first, and most definitely
won't be the last, student who's improved her grades by spreading her legs.
That it was my husband between those legs is irrelevant for the purpose of our
discussion. No, I'm just curious how many others of my colleagues you also
entertained."
As deep a hole as she knew she was in, Emily couldn't think of anything
she could do other than what was most unlike her - tell the truth. She was about
to do so when Paulette again held up her hand.
"No, don't tell me," she said, amusement now in her tone. "Let me try to
guess, based on your grades."
With that, she again picked up the grade sheet from her file and studied
it once more.
"Hmm, if I had to hazard a guess, I think I'd say that, with the probable
exception of Professor McGonagall, you slept with all of your male professors,"
she said after a long moment's consideration.
"Well..." Emily started to say, wondering if she should tell the whole
truth or just go with the professor's conclusion. She took too long to decide,
allowing the older woman to infer what had been unsaid.
"Not Professor McGonagall too?" Paulette said with surprise, catching
the implication in that single word as the image of the seventy-two year old
Mathematician filled her mind.
"Well, not really," Emily quickly clarified, deciding she didn't want
anyone, even Paulette, thinking she'd slept with the old man. "I just gave him a
hand job."
"Well, I guess that explains the D then," Paulette mused, a small grin
barely perceptible at the corner of her mouth. "Everyone else involved gave you
at least a B. Still, if only barely, it's a passing math grade."
Emily wasn't so stupid that she wanted any of her professors to give her
an A, that would've set off too many alarm bells. Better to have her record show
just enough to graduate. Not that she didn't think that even just a blow job from
her would've been worth at least an A, which was all she had given both her
Physics and Sociology professors. Both thankfully seemed willing to settle for a
lot less in exchange for their cooperation.
"Did you really mean what you said before?" Emily asked, her mind
shifting back into self-preservation mode. "About this just being between us -
that you're not going to tell anyone else about it?"
"Emily, whatever else you have heard people say about me, the one
thing I'm sure you haven't heard is that I am a liar," Paulette said with a much
more visible smile. "Besides, this is North Brighton, not Walker College,
although I'm sure that even there this sort of thing occasionally happens. No,
the general rule here has always been, don't rock the boat."
Emily let out an audible sigh of relief.
"So you can take your grades, however you earned them, and set out on
whatever your next step in life is," Paulette said as she picked up a pen and
turned her attention to the comments section at the bottom of the sheet where it
called for the signature of the reviewing officer.
'Un-fuckin-lievable,' Emily thought as she digested what she'd just
heard, unable to imagine herself being so calm after learning that some bimbo
half her age had screwed her husband.
"Oh dear, that's not good," Paulette unexpectedly said as she noticed
an entry in the comments section from Emily's previous review that she'd
overlooked before.
"Is there something the matter?" Emily asked, not liking the look on the
professor's face.
"It seems that perhaps you should've given Professor McGonagall at
least a blow job after all," Paulette said as she laid down the paper. "Or, failing
that, paid a bit more attention in his class."
"What are you talking about?" Emily asked.
"Well, you do have enough credits to earn your associate's," the French
woman replied, "but state law requires that you also have an GPA of at least 2.0
to graduate. There's a notation from your last review that said you really needed
to show marked improvement to bring your average up. But based on the
number of classes you've taken and your grades, it looks like you might have
just fallen a bit short."
"No, that can't be right," Emily protested. "I went over that twice - with a
calculator."
"Are you sure you didn't have it set to round the numbers off?" Paulette
asked.
"I ... I don't know."
Taking a blank sheet of paper from the other side of the desk, Paulette
quickly did the math longhand, moving much too fast for Emily to follow. Then
she turned the paper around and showed it to the redhead. Sure enough, the
number at the bottom was just under 2.0.
"It's not fair," Emily said as she leaned forward to look at it.
"I'm afraid it gets worse," Paulette added.
With that, Emily looked up.
"In order for you to bring your GPA up to the minimum level, you'd
actually have to not only take two additional classes, but get at least a B in each
of them."
"God, I am so fucked," Emily said in exasperation as she dropped back
against the chair, abandoning the decorum you were expected to maintain when
meeting a member of the faculty.
A heavy silence filled the room, during which Paulette rose from behind
the desk and came around to the front, sitting down on the forward edge. She
waited until Emily looked up and acknowledged her presence to start talking
again.
"It might not be too late to do something," Paulette offered, her tone
now a bit more sympathetic. "A slight change in just one of your grades, even
just a small uptick, would probably make up the difference."
It took another long moment for Emily to realize what it was that the
woman in front of her was suggesting.
"You mean go back and see if I could get one of the professors to
change it?" Emily asked, seeing a glimmer of hope.
"Exactly," Paulette said, "but having said that, I also have to say that it
might not be as easy as it sounds. If the rest of your professors are anything
like my husband, they disappeared the minute they submitted their final grades.
You'd be lucky to find even Professor McGonagall still on campus."
From the look that filled Emily's face, it was clear that a more intimate
contact with the aged teacher, even to deliver her from disaster, was not a
prospect she found appealing. Having sat downwind of the old man at a few
functions, Paulette couldn't say she blamed her. She waited a long minute for
the girl to think about it some more, then offered what might be another option.
"You know, Emily, from what I saw on those surveillance videos, I'd
have to say that you're pretty good at sucking cock," she said in a natural, even
tone. "But tell me, have you ever had any practice at eating pussy?"
-=-=-=-
"God, I thought she wanted me to get down on my knees right there in
the office and start licking her," Emily said to the blonde haired girl sitting
opposite her in the burger shop.
"What did you say?" Carolyn Marinelli asked, totally enthralled by her
friend's story.
Everyone knew Carolyn and Emily had been like sisters ever since
grade school. In fact, they were actually even closer, sharing things that Emily
couldn't imagine doing so with either of her sisters. Topping the list would be the
night of the junior prom when both girls lost their virginity in a shared motel
room, neither of their dates being able to afford a private room. Even with twin
beds, both couples had only been a few feet apart and couldn't help but
intimately observe the other in the act.
"I didn't say anything; I was totally dumbfounded," Emily replied.
She then went on to say that Professor Darrieux had clarified what she
was proposing. As tempting as it might have been to have the desperate
student service her right there and then, that wasn't really her style. Quickies
had their place, she said, but she usually preferred to take her time with another
woman in a comfortable, relaxing atmosphere. So if Emily wanted to avail
herself of the option, all she had to do was show up at her home at eight o'clock
tonight. The offer was good until then.
"If you do decide yes," Paulette had said as she ushered Emily out of
the office, "then come ready to play. I'm not one overly impressed by looks
alone, no matter how hot your body might be. You're really going to have to
work for that grade."
"Wow," Carolyn said. "So have you decided yet what you're going to
do?"
"Not yet," Emily replied, glancing at the time on her phone, "but I still
have a few hours to make up my mind."
"I still can't believe she has video of you screwing her husband,"
Carolyn added. "What do you think she's going to do with it?"
"Not an immediate problem," Emily said, trying to focus on the one at
hand, "but I got the impression that she really doesn't care if her husband beds
other women, even if they're students."
"Well, not if she does the same thing," Carolyn pointed out, which made
sense to the redhead.
There was a pause, then Carolyn asked another question.
"Do you think she set this whole thing up, you know, to get you in bed
with her?"
"I did wonder about that a little bit while I was walking off campus,"
Emily said, "especially since she sent the secretary off to lunch, leaving us
alone. But then I started to think about how many things would have to all come
together for us to get to that point: Professor Nelson's car trouble, my going to
the bathroom at just that moment, the fact that my GPA was just under the line,
or even that I might be able to find one of those other professors. No, I think she
was taking advantage of a situation that just fell into her lap."
"I guess you're right," Carolyn now agreed. "Besides, if she just wanted
to blackmail you into bed, she does have that video of you and her husband.
What more would she need, especially if, as you said, you got the impression
that she doesn't care that her husband screws around?"
"Carolyn, can I ask you something?" Emily said changing the direction
of their talk.
"Of course," she replied.
"I know everyone assumes we tell each other everything," Emily said as
a preface, "but we both know that's not really true. I mean, there are a few
things that we've kept to ourselves, right?"
Carolyn nodded, agreeing that some things you couldn't share, even with your
best friend. At least under normal circumstances.
"Have you ever done it?" Emily asked. "With another girl I mean."
Carolyn didn't need the clarification; she knew what Emily was asking.
The fact that she didn't immediately say no was an answer in itself.
"Oh God, I never imagined," Emily gushed. "Who was it?"
Carolyn paused, causing Emily to think that the other girl might be
someone they both knew, one that was still definitely in the closet and deserving
of privacy. In actuality, Carolyn had no problem sharing the name, because the
girl in question had come out quite publicly at their high school graduation. Not
that it had been that big a secret beforehand.
"Abigail Forest."
"You're fucking kidding," Emily said much too loudly, drawing the stares
of a few patrons at other tables.
Carolyn waited until onlooker interest faded, then quietly confirmed her
statement. Abigail Forest was the proverbial poster child for teenage dykes,
looking more like a jock than most of the guys on the various varsity teams.
"What was it like?" Emily asked, now speaking in a much quieter tone.
Carolyn leaned inward so that her voice wouldn't carry either.
"Well, I'm not going to get into the how or why of it," she said, "and I'm
definitely not going to say that if I wanted to be in a relationship with another girl,
Abby would be what I would look for - I mean, she was more of a guy than half
the guys I went out with senior year."
Emily nodded her head in agreement, visualizing the athletic, ponytailed
brunette.
"But, as God is my witness, that girl gave me the most phenomenal
head that I've ever had in my life - before or since."
"Wow," was Emily's only reply.
-=-=-=-
At seven fifty that evening, Emily found herself standing just down the
street from the Banks' house. She'd been there for a half hour, trying to make
up her mind. Part of her, she had to admit, was greatly intrigued by the idea of
being with another woman, especially since Carolyn's revelation about Abigail.
The other half, however, wasn't totally sure that was a line she wanted to cross.
Her decision would've been far simpler, she knew, if the professor had indeed
wanted to do it right there in the office. She'd long ago lost track of how many
guys she'd gone down on at clubs and such, all of which had been spur of the
moment. Prolonged deliberations weren't her forte at all.
'Time to choose,' Emily told herself as the alarm on her phone went off
at five minutes to. She had set it so as not to become too lost in thought to keep
track of time.
She took a deep breath and again considered her options.
"Oh fuck it," she abruptly said aloud. "If I don't like it, I just won't do it
again."
With that, she quickly headed down the block, turning into the walk
leading into the old Colonial she had visited months before.
-=-=-=-
Ten seconds after she'd rung the doorbell, the front door swung open,
leading Emily to wonder if Paulette had been just behind it. She had on a
simple, dark blue dressing gown, one that covered from her neck to a few inches
above her ankles. Looking down at the shorter woman, only five four to her own
five foot nine, Paulette paused to also take in what the girl was wearing before
speaking. The expression on her face said that she was disappointed that,
beneath her open windbreaker, Emily was still wearing the same simple jeans
and sleeveless button down top that she had been wearing in the office earlier.
"I know you couldn't have had a problem finding the place," she said,
"so I was beginning to wonder if perhaps you'd managed to catch up with
Professor McGonagall after all."
The shudder that went though her at that thought told Emily that she had
definitely made the right decision.
"Well, are you coming in?" the French woman asked as she stepped
aside to allow her passage.
As she did so, Paulette closed the door behind the two of them.
Remembering something else that Carolyn had wondered about during their late
lunch discussion, Emily inquired if Professor Banks was at home.
"No, it's just us girls," Paulette laughed as she took Emily's jacket and
hung it up on a coat rack. "William left for our cabin upstate this afternoon, a
fishing trip with a few of his buddies. Trust me, I have no intention of sharing
you with anyone."
Emily remembered the English professor mentioning the cabin more
than once, and how much he loved getting away to it. In fact, before they'd
ended their short affair, he'd suggested that she join him for a weekend there.
Thankfully, he couldn't come up with a way to explain her presence there and
the idea was abandoned. She could put up with the middle aged lover for an
hour or two, but two whole days together would've definitely been too much.
Paulette led her into the living room and offered a seat on the couch,
the one she was quite familiar with. When she saw the young woman hesitate,
Paulette let out another small laugh.
"Don't worry, I disconnected the video recorder," she said. "The hard
drive is in that cabinet over there if you'd like to check and make sure."
"No, I'll take your word for it," Emily replied, thinking that not knowing if
she would check or not would prevent Paulette from lying about it.
"I'm glad to hear that," Paulette said. "I'm sure we'll have much more
fun if we trust each other."
As Emily took a seat on the couch, Paulette stepped over to a small
standing bar, picking up two small tumblers with a golden yellow concoction in
each.
"I made us a drink just before you got here," she said as she turned
around with them. "Would you like one?"
"Sure, why not?" Emily said.
With all else that was going on today, the fact that she was still a few
months from legal drinking age didn't seem all that important.
"Just go easy with it," Paulette said as she handed one of the glasses to
Emily. "They're called Volcano Sunrises and while they might be small, they still
carry quite a kick."
Unable to resist a challenge, Emily brought the glass to her lips and took
a more than healthy swallow.
"Whoa, you weren't kidding," she sputtered as the force of the drink hit
her.
"I warned you," Paulette grinned. "But the nice thing about them is that
it really doesn't take much to get you into a really relaxed state."
As Paulette took a more careful sip of her own drink, Emily did so too,
finding the powerful beverage easier to handle in smaller amounts.
"So, shall we chat a little while we get a bit more relaxed?" Paulette
asked as she sat down on the other end of the couch.
"Sure, what should we chat about?" Emily asked in response.
"Well, I'm sure you have some questions," Paulette replied, "why don't
we start with them."
"Are you a lesbian?" Emily asked right off.
"No, I'm not a lesbian," Paulette said, again taking a small sip of her
drink. "I do like pussy, but I also like a hard cock. So I guess that makes me
bisexual."
"Do you and your husband fool around a lot?" came question two.
"On occasion, but neither of us keeps score on the other," the older
woman explained. "We have what you could call an open marriage, with each of
us free to pursue what interests us.
"And what interests both of you is students?" Emily asked.
"Sometimes."
"Have you ever brought a male student home?"
"That would be a yes."
"Gerry Allen?" Emily asked, remembering the laughter from the office
during his review
"I think it's best that I don't name particular people," Paulette offered.
"After all, I'm sure you wouldn't want your name to come up in a conversation
with someone else, would you?"
"No, definitely not," Emily quickly answered.
"Now, can I ask a question?" Paulette asked.
"Certainly," Emily answered.
"What finally made you decide to show up tonight?" the French woman
asked.
It took a few seconds for Emily to formulate an answer.
"Well, we both know there's little chance that I'm going to get two Bs to
fix my GPA," she began, "even if I was willing to spend another term at North
Brighton. So this seemed my best option. Also, I will admit, I am a bit curious
about what it might be like."
"Just a bit?" Paulette inquired.
"Well, maybe more than a bit," Emily clarified, remembering her
conversation with Carolyn.
"And you've never done this before, is that right?" Paulette further
inquired.
"No, I haven't," Emily replied. "Is that a problem?"
"On the contrary, ma chère," Paulette smiled, "that just makes it all the
more exciting."
The use of her native tongue made Emily more aware of Paulette's
accent. To her surprise, she now found it very sexy.
"Before we go any further, there's something I want to ask,"
Emily said, having been momentarily sidetracked with the questions about
Paulette's sexuality. "How are you going to explain to Professor Nelson why you
didn't sign off on my final review and how do you get it back to change my
grade?"
"Both excellent questions," Paulette said with a touch of admiration.
"I'm glad to see that you do have a practical side after all. The simple answer is,
I do neither."
"What?" Emily said in a loud voice, suddenly feeling like she'd been
tricked.
"Calm down, my dear and I'll explain," Paulette said in a reassuring
tone. "One of the important lessons in life that you need to learn, since you
obviously haven't learned it yet, is that if you are doing something that you don't
want anyone else to know about, especially if that something might be a bit illicit,
the last thing you want to do is draw attention to it."
Emily nodded her head ever so slightly.
"If I didn't sign off on the review, then Professor Nelson might wonder
why, and in going back to do so himself might also find the deficient GPA,"
Paulette went on. "The same could be said if I went back tomorrow morning and
asked for the file back to change it."
"Then how…?"
"I would think that the answer is obvious," Paulette laughed. "I already
made the changes and then signed the review."
Emily was stunned, at least for a few seconds.
"You were that sure I was going to show up?" she asked.
"Well, let's just say, sure enough to give you the benefit of the doubt,"
Paulette said. "And to be honest, I really don't share my colleagues' willingness
to trade sex for grades. If I have a woman in my bed, I much prefer that she be
there willingly."
"And you were going to tell me this before we got down to the bump and
grind?" Emily asked.
"Of course," Paulette replied, "but I'm sure we could describe what I
hope we will share in more articulate terms."
"So if I just wanted to get up and walk out of here, I'd still have my grade
and the degree?"
"Yes, you would," Paulette answered, "but if you did leave, you'd be
walking out on an enlightening and satisfying experience, something that I'm
sure you'd come to regret later."
"And what about the video?" Emily asked.
Paulette looked at her with a confused expression.
"The recording," Emily said.
"Recording?"
"The one with me and your husband," she added.
"Ma chère, you don't think I actually saved that, do you?" the older
woman laughed. "I just said I'd seen it, not that I'd saved it. It was, I'll admit, a
bit entertaining in its way, but why would I want a copy of it? It's not like I'm
looking for some kind of proof of marital infidelity."
Emily listened intently, wondering if she was telling the truth.
"As I said before, the DVR that records the security camera is in the
cabinet just over to your left. It records on a continuous seventy-two hour loop,
so that particular bit of infamy has long since been recorded over. Feel free to
take a look if you want."
This time, Emily did get up and look, only to find exactly what Paulette
had described. And as she'd said earlier, the recorder was locked down in the
off position.
"I guess I owe you an apology," Emily said after closing the cabinet
doors.
"No, what you owe me is a good pussy licking," Paulette said. "So
unless you've had a change of heart, why don't we get started on that?"
Emily's answer was her broadest smile of the evening.
-=-=-=-
Paulette led Emily up a narrow staircase to the second floor and,
automatically, the latter turned in the direction of the guest bedroom where she
and Mr. Banks had shared their passions.
"No, this way," Paulette said, gently halting Emily with a touch of her
hand and turning her towards the master bedroom. "Tonight I want everything to
be first class for you."
Even though she had been curious about what it might look like, Emily
had never had the chance to take a look at the master bedroom. It was an
oversight she now regretted. To say simply that it was spectacular was a vast
understatement. With a ceiling a good four feet higher than that of the
guestroom at the other end of the house, the spacious room was filled with
natural light from two large skylights. An oversized oak framed bed dominated
the center of the room, covered with a thick comforter.
Additional light filtered in from a side window that opened up onto the backyard
and the bordering wall, the one beyond the base of the bed was adorned with a
sixty-inch, flat screened television. On the wall opposite the window rested a
wide bureau with a matching mirror.
On the last wall, the one behind the headboard, hung a nude painting of a young
woman barely out of her teens, her long dark hair strategically draped to protect
her modesty. It took a second look for Emily to realize that the girl in the portrait
was Paulette.
"This is so amazing," Emily said, comparing the splendor of the room
with the much smaller one she usually shared with one sister or another.
"I'm glad you like it," Paulette said, smiling as Emily recognized the
face in the painting.
Emily wondered for a moment if her hostess was referring to the room or
her obvious interest in the painting. Paulette didn't elucidate, however, turning
away instead and stepping over to what Emily wrongly assumed was a lingerie
chest.
That notion was quickly corrected as the brunette swung open what
Emily had thought a drawer, to reveal a small electronic display. A few buttons
were pressed and soft music filled the air. A second set of switches followed
and the lights in the room dimmed to half their intensity.
"There, that's better," Paulette said as she closed the panel.
Turning around to again face Emily, Paulette reached down to the sash
around her waist and quickly undid it. The robe fell loose around her and with
one quick motion dropped off her and down to the floor.
"Fuck!" Emily cried out in surprise, not having considered the obvious
thought that Paulette had been naked beneath the gown.
As Paulette slipped out of her slippers, she turned her body just enough
to give Emily a side view as well. What the younger woman had initially
described to herself as skinny turned out to be instead a body quite well toned.
Small rounded breasts stood firm and proud, capped by tiny dark nipples the
size of pencil erasers. Her stomach was flat and smooth, resting atop a waist
equally defined. It was when her eyes drifted further down that Emily found her
biggest surprise - a mound as bare and smooth as a child's.
'She must've shaved it this afternoon,' Emily thought as she noted there
wasn't even a trace of stubble.
"I hope you approve," Paulette said with a smile.
Emily mumbled something unintelligible, only realizing then how long
she'd been staring at the naked woman.
Pleased with the effect she'd had on the younger woman, Paulette
closed the distance between them and ran an outstretched hand across her
cheek. The touch of bare flesh against flesh was electric. Then she moved it
across Emily's neck and around to the back of her head. Pulling her closer, she
brought their mouths together in a long, soft kiss.
Emily had kissed a few of her girlfriends over the years, two who had
even mischievously giving her a bit of tongue, but nothing had prepared her for
the rush of excitement she felt now. A fiery warmth filled her breast, coupled
with a pleasing tingling between her legs. If Paulette could cause such a
reaction with just a kiss, what delights would Emily experience when she became
even more intimate? She couldn't wait to find out.
"You look a bit flustered," Paulette said, an amused tone in her voice as
she took a step back after breaking the kiss. "Why don't we get you out of these
things and make you a bit more comfortable?"
Before the words had even finished leaving her mouth, Paulette's fingers
had already undone the first few buttons of Emily's blouse. A few breaths more
and all that stood between the brunette and the bountiful orbs before her was a
red lace bra that strained to contain the prize within.
A prize that made Paulette pause to appreciate their beauty. Emily had
been the first in her class to develop, just after starting junior high. By the time
she had moved on to high school, a further growth spurt had given her a thirty-
eight inch bust. Undeniably impressive, it was admired by boys and envied by
girls.
In Paulette's case, she looked down at them with a mix of both
emotions. What small envy she might have felt, however, was tempered by the
thought that they would shortly be hers to enjoy.
The clasp that held the straining undergarment together was located
between the twin hemispheres and was easily undone with a deft movement of
Paulette's hand. Now reduced to strips of useless cloth, the brassiere fell away
as the ample mounds beneath burst free, bouncing twice before coming to rest.
"Magnifique!" Paulette exclaimed as she reached out and took each in
hand.
Even if she were better with math, Emily couldn't come up with a clear
total of how many hands had felt her breasts. She wasn't even sure where the
list would even begin. Did she start with the first boy to cop a feel though her
blouse, or did it only really count when she actually let someone reach under her
blouse to touch bare flesh. And what about the couple of girls who had felt them
out of curiosity in the locker room, did they count?
What she was definitely sure of, however, was that none of the people
who might appear on such a list had managed to produce as much of an
immediate reaction as Paulette was doing now. Her hands gently massaging the
supple flesh, even as her fingers found their way to the pert nipples, causing
them to grow thick and hard.
"Oh yes," Emily moaned as soft ripples danced across her chest.
Ripples that soon multiplied as, lowering her head, Paulette closed her
mouth around Emily's left nipple, replacing the caress of her fingers with that of
her tongue. As skillfully as she had done everything else so far, the college
professor taught a lesson well appreciated.
'God, I definitely took the wrong half of this marriage to bed,' Emily
thought, comparing Paulette's technique with that of her husband's.
As Emily would soon discover was a pattern with Paulette, the older
woman was already laying the groundwork for her next move. Even as her
mouth moved to take in the redhead's other breast, one hand had moved down
to the top of her jeans where, having already popped the top button, it was
already working on the zipper beneath.
With a path now clear, Paulette slipped her hand down into Emily's
pants, working its way under the elastic band of her panties to the now wet
mound between her legs. Then, finding her way by touch, she parted the folds
and slipped two fingers inside.
"Oh God!" Emily gasped as she felt Paulette's nimble fingers quickly
work their own special magic on her body.
Deftly they explored her inner reaches, bringing pleasures in their wake
that had heretofore only been produced by her own hand. It was as if, somehow,
Paulette was as familiar with Emily's most secret places as she herself was.
Continuing to caress the sensitive flesh with the tips of her fingers,
Paulette journeyed up to Emily's clit, closing two fingers around its hardness to
send even more delightful waves ripping though the younger woman's body.
Even with Emily's pants undone, there was only so much space for
Paulette to work. She made up for the restrictive environment by the rapidity of
her thrusts. Abandoning her adoration of Emily's bounty, Paulette had brought
her mouth back to the young woman's, now sharing the passion of what seemed
a never-ending string of kisses.
It was during one of those kisses, with one of Paulette's hands down her
pants and the other against the back of her neck, that Emily enjoyed her first
orgasm of the night. Her body rocked against the taller woman's, quaking with
the joys brought on by her ministrations.
"That was fuckin' awesome," Emily said once her body finally stopped
quivering and Paulette withdrew her hand.
"That, my dear, was but an appetizer," Paulette replied as, with a
wicked smile, she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it clean. "Now
we shall have the main entrée, and that, I promise you, will indeed be vraiment
incroyable."
Having put as little effort into high school French as she had into the rest
of her classes, Emily really had no idea what that meant. Even so, she couldn't
wait to find out.
-=-=-=-
'I could really get to like this,' Emily thought as she once more reached
out with her tongue and stroked Paulette's clit.
If someone had suggested this morning that, before the end of the day,
she'd have her head buried between the legs of another woman, one twice her
age into the bargain, Emily would've thought them insane. Yet here she was
doing exactly that, with much more enthusiasm than the first time she'd taken a
cock in her mouth in a similar but at the same time vastly different act.
It was almost as hard to believe that less than a half hour had passed
since Paulette had helped her out of her jeans and led her onto the bed. So
much had happened in that brief span that Emily knew that the bedside clock
had to be wrong.
With only a damp pair of red lace panties left to her, Emily had stretched
out across the bed. Paulette climbed on right after her and, lifting the younger
woman's left leg high in the air, gently ran her hands up and down its length,
caressing the smooth flesh. Then she brought one hand down across Emily's
panties, slipping the tips of her fingers under the elastic band to touch the
treasure beneath. Finally, with her hand still resting on Emily's mound, Paulette
leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.
"Mmmmm," Emily moaned as she shared the fire of her lips.
Paulette's kisses were a mixture of soft and hard, alternating between
lightly brushing against gentle flesh and deep, probing thrusts. Emily was quick
to respond, reaching out with her own tongue to caress the depths of the older
woman's mouth. At the same time, Paulette's other hand joined the one inside
Emily's panties and together they undid the tiny clasps holding it together.
"So pretty," Paulette said with a smile as she lifted her head far enough
to give her a good look at the treasure she had only imagined before, "so very
pretty."
She slipped two fingers back inside the redhead, dancing across the
inner walls she had already grown familiar with. Emily responded with an even
louder moan as her body reacted even quicker than before.
"I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you," she managed to get
out between cries of delight.
"And you will, ma petite," Paulette smiled as she penetrated her once
more, "soon enough."
Exhibiting the same skill and familiarity she had demonstrated before,
Paulette took little time to again bring Emily to a climax. A small one to be sure,
but satisfying nevertheless.
Giving Emily almost no time to recover, Paulette took hold of Emily's
mounds and, bringing them to her lips, kissed and licked them with renewed
passion. First one, then the other, disappeared into the recesses of her mouth,
there to be lovingly caressed by her lips and tongue.
Emily wrapped her hands around Paulette's neck, pulling her closer and
lifting her just high enough to kiss her once more. A kiss as deep as it was
passionate. Their tongues glided back and forth between each other's mouths,
sharing a desire that grew with each heartbeat.
Paulette lifted herself upward, Emily following close behind with
outstretched hands. Hands that came to rest against the professor's smaller but
no less tempting mounds. It wasn't the first occasion Emily had felt another
woman's breast, but none of the previous times had been with lascivious intent.
She was surprised to discover that despite their size they felt as soft as her own.
It didn't take long for Paulette to replace Emily's hands with her own,
lifting her breasts from the underside so that they came even with the younger
woman's mouth. Eagerly, even hungrily, Emily took Paulette's hard nipples into
her mouth, duplicating the actions she herself had just benefited from. As she
moved right and left, sharing her attentions, she had an unexpected revelation -
now understanding why men had been so desirous of her own endowments.
Paulette let her have as much of her as she wanted, remembering her
own first time with Gina Leclerc, the fellow university student she had lost her
Sapphic virginity to. Paulette had never forgotten a moment of that night and
wanted Emily to be able to do the same of this one.
The clock on the night table was long forgotten, so Emily had no idea
how long she feasted at the tips. All she would later remember was that one
moment Paulette's lips were pressed tightly against hers, then the next the
brunette was down between her legs and against her pussy.
"Oh God, yes!" Emily cried out as she felt the warm wetness of
Paulette's tongue slide up inside of her.
Since she'd already used magical to describe Paulette's skill with her
fingers, Emily was at a loss to find another word in her vocabulary to fully
describe what it was that the college professor was doing with her mouth. It was
absolutely nothing like she had ever felt before. A passing remembrance of
what Carolyn had said about Abigail Forest flashed through her mind. Words
couldn't convey just how good it was.
Paulette held Emily tight, actually lifting her bottom off the bed as she
explored even deeper within her, causing the larger breasted woman to rock
back and forth, her mounds heaving with abandon.
"Oh, right there, right there," Emily implored, as Paulette effortlessly
found the spot that seemed to prove so elusive to previous male lovers.
Eager to please, Paulette concentrated her efforts on just that spot,
causing an eruption within Emily akin to a match dropping into a pool of
gasoline.
"Yes…yes…oh dear God, yes!" Emily cried out again and again as she
felt her body surrender to erotic forces she had never imagined existed.
Bringing her arms up to Emily's chest, Paulette took hold of her breasts
and held them tightly as another cascade of delight crashed across the young
woman's body. Stronger than the last two, it nearly caused her to black out.
"Oooo…oooo…oooo," Emily continued to moan, even after her orgasm
subsided, as Paulette eagerly licked up the fruits of her labors.
Sliding three fingers once more deep inside Emily, Paulette covered
them with a generous residue of Emily's eruption, then lifted it and herself high
enough to slide her nectar covered fingers into the redhead's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Emily said in a muffled voice as she quickly licked
Paulette's hand clean.
"I'm glad you like it so," Paulette beamed as she took back her hand
and rolled over to the side. "Because now it's your turn to do the same for me."
Following Paulette's example, Emily had started with her fingers, moving
them in and out of the short-haired woman's pussy with increasing speed and
dexterity. Then she followed that with her mouth and tongue, going slower than
Paulette had done, at least until she gained confidence in what she was doing.
By the time she made her mental declaration of appreciation, it felt like the most
natural thing in the world.
"That's good, just like I showed you," Paulette said encouragingly, her
head dropping back against the large pillow behind her as eyes closed to better
savor the delights dancing across her body.
Emily's tongue darted to and fro, exploring the sweet depths of
Paulette's pussy. Having discovered the joy of girlsex, she knew this would not
be the only time she would find herself in this position. Oh, she couldn't live
without cock, but it was fair to say her sex life would have a lot more variety in
the future. Knowing what she now knew, she wondered for a moment if Carolyn
might be receptive to furthering her education.
Not that she wasn't getting one hell of an education from the woman she
was with now, her skill at cunnilingus growing more proficient with each passing
minute. She could feel Paulette's body reacting to her efforts, her flesh
quivering as ripples of delight washed over her.
It had never taken much to push Paulette over the edge, a delightful
discovery she had made in her early teens. This time proved no exception as
soft ripples soon became gentle waves, which then in turn gave way to forceful
breakers crashing against the shoals of her sex. It only took a little more effort
on Emily's part to trigger an explosive climax.
A string of French expletives filled the air as Emily's face was splattered
with the force of Paulette's orgasm. The eruption took her totally by surprise, but
she quickly recovered and excitedly again followed Paulette's example again in
licking up as much of the sweet nectar as she could.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Paulette asked as Emily
finally lifted her head from between her legs.
"Never!" Emily grinned.
"Well, in that case, I guess my initial assumption about you was wrong,"
Paulette said, the mirth in her tone clear. "You are capable of learning. You just
need the proper motivation to bring out your hidden talents."
Emily laughed in agreement.
-=-=-=-
"Paulette, can I ask you something?" Emily asked as they lay next to
each other a short time later. "It's a bit personal."
"I would think we passed personal some time ago, ma chère." Paulette
chuckled. "What is the question?"
"It really doesn't bother you that I slept with your husband?" she said.
"You slept with my husband?" Paulette suddenly exclaimed, anger in
her voice. "Mon dieu, how could you have done such a thing? And here I
thought you just fucked him."
It wasn't until Paulette burst into a laughing smile that Emily realized she
was being had. For the brief moment in between, she almost thought the older
woman had gone crazy and might even strike her.
"As I said before, we have an open marriage," Paulette explained as her
voice dropped to a much calmer level. "Each of us is free to be with whoever
we like."
"I really still can't come to grips with that," Emily said, despite her own
somewhat freewheeling morals.
"It is what it is," Paulette said, planting a brief kiss on Emily's cheek. "If
it were not, then I would've have had the opportunity to spend this delightful
evening with you."
"Do the two of you love each other?" Emily asked.
"Love might be too strong a word, at least in the context you are
suggesting," Paulette replied. "We are extremely fond of each other, and
occasionally do share each other's bodies. But sexual fidelity has never been a
requirement for either of us."
"Then why did you even get married?" Emily asked further, still trying to
understand.
"As I already mentioned, William greatly needed someone in his life that
could bring focus and organization," Paulette explained. "Someone to handle
his affairs so that he could devote his time to his passions, academic and
otherwise."
Emily nodded her head, agreeing that had certainly been her
impression.
"I, on the other hand, had reached the limits of my work visa and very
much wanted to stay here in your wonderful country. Something I could only do
if I was married to a citizen." She continued. "So our getting married was
mutually beneficial."
"Wow," Emily said, thinking there was a lot that she didn't know about
people.
"But enough of all this," Paulette said, brushing it all aside as
inconsequential with a motion of her hand. "The night is still gloriously young
and there is much more I wish to teach you. That is, if you still want to learn?"
"There's nothing I've ever wanted more," Emily replied, never imagining
that she'd ever say that to a teacher.
"Then let us begin again," Paulette smiled as she drew Emily close
enough to kiss her once more.
END
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