The Teachers Conference
by Ann Douglas
"Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the sunlight
from the open window forced her to open her eyes and greet the
new day.
Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately
reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had consumed at
last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in the bed, she discovered
that her head still hurt a little. Who'd have ever thought that a
bunch of teachers could party so hard. Doreen hadn't felt so
wasted after a party since her senior year of college.
Still it had been fun, at least as much as she could
remember of it. When she had been selected as a delegate from
her 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 nights being the
grand finale. She wondered if every conference was like this. If
the school board knew of it, they'd never foot the bill to send
anyone next year. It then occurred to her that was why every
teacher who had attended an earlier conference had given her the
same 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.
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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 Principal........" 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, another man joined
them. 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 it's
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 it's
bareness.
"I want you to lick me!" She commanded.
Doreen dropped to her knees without a moment’s hesitation,
so compelling had been the command. She looked up at the tall
blonde and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes bearing down upon her.
Then she looked forward into the pinkness stretched open in front
of her.
"Last chance to back out..." Doreen said to herself as she
dropped her gaze to the floor and removed her glasses.
Then with less hesitation then she showed the first time
she took a boy in her mouth, the 26 year old grammar school
teacher reached out with her tongue and stroked the sex of
another woman.
"Mmmmm, this is pretty nice." Doreen thought as she
explored the inner reaches of Evelyn's canal.
The young woman found it pleasantly surprising that she
actually liked the taste that now filled her mouth. Prior to this
moment she had never sampled the juices of a woman, not even her
own. Based on the comments of both her boyfriend Tim and two
previous lovers, she had expected it to be somewhat gross. At
least that was the excuse they had always given for not doing it
for more a few minutes. Just enough to help get her wet before
intercourse.
After giving Doreen ample time to become comfortable with
exploring her womanhood, Evelyn took a gentle grip on the back of
Doreen's head and helped guide her tongue to the most sensitive
spots.
"Not bad for a novice." Evelyn chuckled as she pressed the
brunette's face deep between her legs.
Doreen took that as praise and increased the motion of her
tongue. Her face was now smeared with the sticky juices, but she
didn't care. Without even checking, she knew that her own pussy,
still covered by her panties, was also wet.
"I guess you can handle it." Evelyn said as she released her
grip on Doreen's head and guided her back to her feet.
As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled her close and
kissed her again. This kiss was much more aggressive than the one
in the elevator. Evelyn really loved the taste of her pussy on
another woman's lips and after running her tongue along the
interior of Doreen's now willingly open mouth, she began to lick it
off her cheeks.
"Strip for me." Evelyn whispered in Doreen's ear as she
nibbled on the lobe. "Make me hot for your body."
Doreen took a big step back and reached behind her for the
zipper of her dress. She had never stripped for anyone before.
Usually the men she'd been with wanted her naked as quickly as
possible. She remembered an old adult movie she had seen in a
motel she and Tim had once spent a few hours in. Incredibly, he
had switched on the television after their lovemaking and watched
part of an adult film for the last hour of their stay. Dropping her
dress to the floor, she tried to copy the woman she had seen that
night.
Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen played with them
for a few moments before releasing the front clasp. Then with an
exaggerated shimmy, she let the plain white bra fall away from
her mounds and drop off her arms. She returned her hands to her
breasts, now running her fingers across the nipples. The girl in the
film had breasts large enough to pull up within reach of her own
tongue, Doreen knew she couldn't duplicate that. Instead she wet
the tips of her fingers and rubbed the last remnants of lovejuice
from her face, then spread it across her nipples.
Evelyn had laid back against the headboard and was playing
with her own breasts with one hand and sliding two fingers of the
other into her pussy.
"That's right." She purred. "Put on a show."
Doreen's slip followed the bra to the floor and she stood
only covered by a cheap pair of cotton panties. She slid both her
hands beneath the waistband and let out a loud sigh. Then
thrusting her shoulders back and her chest out with each motion,
she began to rub her own clit.
"Take it off!" Evelyn encouraged from the bed.
Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding pelvic thrust to
her gyrations. Then with as much strength as she could muster,
she expanded a previous small tear in the material and ripped her
panties off. Now totally exposed was a wild growth of bushy brown
hair.
No sooner had the now torn material hit the floor when
Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed Doreen's shoulders.
With a powerful shove, she tossed the smaller woman onto the
bed. Then lifting each of her legs up and outward, she dropped
down and buried her head between them.
"Oh God!" Doreen exclaimed as she felt the wet touch of
Evelyn's tongue. It was like a spark of electricity that shot up and
throughout her body. The first jolt was followed by a second and
a third, until it became a constant wave of delight. Evelyn's skillful
use of her tongue instantly showed years of experience. In only a
minute she had brought Doreen to a place she had only imagined
before.
The pressure against her sex increased, driving her further
and further into a euphoric state. Her breathing quickened as she
forced air into her lungs in short gasps. She gripped the sheet
beneath her, balling it up in her closed fists. Doreen could feel the
crest of an orgasm fast approaching, far faster than she could
have ever brought it on herself.
Rocking the bed she began to lunge her pelvis against
Evelyn's face, trying to match the blondes own thrusts. Finally her
body began to shake as indescribable pleasure filled her existence.
"Ooohh Goddd!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.
Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen's ass and practically lifted
it off the bed. She ran her tongue up and down the hair covered
opening as fast as possible, finally sending her new found lover
over the edge.
"YYYeeeesssss!" Doreen now screamed at the top of her
lungs, not caring who heard.
The shout was music to Evelyn's ears.
A few minutes later, the two woman laid side by side,
regaining their strength. A look of bliss covered Doreen's face.
She looked into Evelyn's blue eyes and finally spoke.
"That was the most incredible moment of my life." She said
in a quiet little girl tone. "I wish it could've lasted for hours."
"That was just a warm-up." Evelyn laughed. "We still have a
long way to go."
Doreen's smile grew brighter.
"But first, why don't we do something about this mess." The
older woman said as she ran her hand across Doreen's cum stained
pubic hair.
"Sure, I'll only take me a minute to clean it up." Doreen
replied as she started to get up.
"Actually, I was thinking of cutting it all off." Evelyn
interjected. "I don't think there's anything sexier than a woman
who's bare." She added as she spread her own legs and let the
overhead light shine on her own bare beaver.
Doreen didn't even stop to think about it. If Evelyn had said
they should go downstairs and run through the lobby naked, she
would've given the same answer.
"Ok." She said in that same little girl voice.
Ten minutes later, Doreen stood in front of the full length
bathroom mirror and admired her newly saved cunt. Evelyn had
handled the razor with precision and not even a small scratch was
visible. On her own, Doreen couldn't even shave her legs without
drawing blood. She ran her fingers across the now exposed skin,
giggling at 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 were she was expected to set a moral example to the
community and "lesbian" was a word not used in decent company.
Yes, that was definitely the best thing to do. Just chalk it
up as another little adventure that was better left forgotten.
"Well better see what's on the agenda for today." Doreen
said out loud as she walked over to the desk and picked up the
brochure her roommate had left.
Circled on it were discussion groups about various subjects
by various well known and really incredibly boring educators. No
doubt her roomie would find them fascinating.
Since the closing ceremony for the conference was
scheduled for 4:00 in order to allow many people to head home
tonight, there wouldn't even be a party tonight.
"Well at least I have a morning flight, no rushing to the
airport tonight." She said to herself as she looked at the pile of
suitcases her roommate had left by the door.
Her roomie had a 6:00 flight back to New Mexico, but
insisted on attending as many discussion groups and lectures as
possible. According to her plan, she would attend the final
comments and then race like the devil to the airport to catch her
flight.
"Well I wish her luck." Doreen thought. "Because if she
misses her flight she'd be stuck her until tomorrow and I'll have
to put up with her again."
Looking at the clock, Doreen remembered that she told Tim
she'd call him about this time to confirm what time her flight
would get in. That way she could be sure he'd be there to meet
her.
As she reached for the phone she realized that was a really
silly thought. Of course he'd be there to meet her. And if she
knew Timmy, he'd take her straight to his apartment for a little
between the sheets action. After all, he'd been without for five
whole days. Unless of course he'd found someone else to keep his
toes warm. The image of Bobby Jo (Boom Boom) Kolwowski, the
waitress at the sports bar Tim spent so much time at suddenly
came to mind.
For the next half hour she sat on the receiving end of a
busy signal. Finally she called the operator and asked her to
interrupt, only to be told the phone was off the hook.
"He knew I'd be calling this morning, where could he be?"
She asked herself as she hung up the phone.
No sooner had she replaced the receiver back on the phone
than it abruptly rang. Quickly grabbing it she brought it up to her
face.
"Tim?" She asked, hoping that he had realized that the
phone had been off the hook and was now calling her.
"Who?" The feminine voice from the received asked. "Oh
no, sugarpie, 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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