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MBOX-Line: From cyan@protgp.com  Tue Mar 18 16:32:26 2003
From: cyan@protgp.com
Subject: {ASSM} Story: Separate Ideas
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 23:10:03 -0500
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Hi all,

I hope you have read and enjoyed the stories I've posted so far:
"Any Time", "Our Needs", "Proper Result", "Totally Crazy",
"True Nature", and "Learning Things".  Here is another story.

Enjoy!

-Cy
http://cyan.protgp.com


Separate Ideas
by Cyan
Copyright 2003

Lena smiled.  I looked over her apartment, and though I
don't recall fantasizing about it before that, it looked
just like I might have expected.  It was in an older
part of town but nice, not too far from the university,
with nice little shops and restaurants nearby.  The floor
was hardwood and though the furniture was far from new,
it fit perfectly.  On one wall was a floor-to-ceiling shelf
of books that I could easily imagine perusing for the rest
of the evening.  It looked like she might well live alone.
"We can work over here," she said, pointing out a dining
table at one end of the room.

A painting over the couch drew my attention, a pleasant
nude of a slightly motherly looking stylized figure.
Lena put had her books on the table and I returned my
focus to the business at hand.  "Tea?  Coffee?" she said.

"No thanks," I said, then immediately felt I should have
accepted.

"Are you sure?  I'm heating some water."

"Tea I guess," I said.  I wished so hard I didn't come
across as being so wishy washy.  I sat at the table while
I heard her around the corner in the kitchen.

"This is so much nicer," she said and I couldn't agree
more.  And couldn't believe this was happening to me,
in Lena's apartment!

She'd suggested it herself.  I'd been working with her
on the project, an exhibit for a coming Woman's Studies
conference, and simply that had seemed like heaven, helping
her research, working out ideas.  But while my fantasies
had gone crazy with delight, I hadn't actually expected
much other than spending time with her.  You don't have
too many expectations about your professors and I was sure
lots of her students must be attracted to her.  She went
back to the kitchen when the tea kettle began to whistle,
then was offering me various flavors of tea.

"Earl Grey," I said, probably too distracted to give it
much thought.  I looked at the picture again.  I thought
about Lena again, her style and demeanor.  I'd never
seen her with a man or a woman but then I'd only seen her
at school.  As I watched her coming back in with tea for
both of us I felt my heart leap.

I tried to settle myself down.  We worked.  It was so nice
the way she worked with you, listening to what you had to
say, as if your contribution were as important as her own.
She was only a couple of feet from me as we worked and I
was very aware of the closeness of her body.  When I risked
a glance at her I felt I needed to etch every detail in
my memory to be able to recall this moment.

And I felt so stupid, living in such a dream world.
I needed to *do* something, not pine over Lena and live in
memories of what to her was merely time spent on a project.
I tried to think of something to say, something light
and casual, then felt horror at the idea that I was
contemplating making a move on my own teacher!

"I like your apartment," I said.

She looked at me and smiled.  "Thank you," she said,
turning back to her work.  I considered whether she had
seen right through me, then berated myself for being
oversensitive.  The gist of it was she didn't seen the
least put out I'd said something.  But I couldn't come
up with anything more I could make myself say and we
worked on.

It grew later.  We'd talked over a few issues but said
nothing more socially.  I thought about her classes,
what she was teaching.  In my fantasies she was lesbian
and I was still thinking about the apartment, wondering
whether it proved anything on that point.  Either way,
it was hard to imagine that she didn't have someone in
her life.  Who wouldn't love her?  We worked.

We finished, pretty much, after two more cups of tea each.
Visiting her bathroom I'd glanced at a bit more of her
apartment and still saw no clue.  "You don't have to
rush off," she said when I was done.  "We've worked hard.
I don't know what I'd have done without you."

She would have done quite well, that's what I knew, even if
I *had* managed to happen upon a couple of good references
for her in the library.  "Sit," she said.

I sat.  And felt like a fool for not offering *something*
in conversation.  "Are you thinking about thesis topics
yet?" she asked.

I cursed myself.  Why wasn't I on the ball?  I had no idea
what I was going to write about.  "Well, it's a bit early
yet," she said, "this is your first year, right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Gives you plenty of choices," she said.  I thought about
her area.  At that moment it seemed the right thing to do.
"But enough about school," she said, "what do you do
for fun?"

*Fantasize about you.*  I swear, the phrase came into my
head and it was hard to shake.  I glanced at her bookshelf.
"Oh, reading..."

I felt stupid for not having more to say.  How would
someone like her ever be interested in someone like me?
She smiled and her smile was warm.  "I bet you have more
fun than that," she said.  "Got a--friend?"

"No," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, you just got here a few months ago."

It hit me.  Before I'd been thinking about making casual
conversation with her and now we were doing just that!
Not much help from me with my one-word answers.  But it was
almost like my fantasy.  I felt my heart start to beat and
realized I was considering taking a leap, a dangerous leap.
I wondered if I could do it and live with myself.

But something inside me said I had to.  Such chances don't
arise every day and this could be my only one.  I did my
best to calm myself without being obvious about it.  "Can I
ask you something?" I said, trying my best to be casual.

"Sure," she said readily, though she had to know I was
preparing her for something.

"Do you ever..." I started, but found myself searching for
words.  "Has-- has your politics ever given you trouble
with the idea of involving yourself romantically with
a man?"

I'd said it!  And immediately hated myself for it.
And yet I knew it was a victory for me, to have actually
followed through.

She looked away.  And I wondered why: was she hiding
a blush?  Or had she read my mind and now was thinking
how to let me down gently?  When she looked back at me
she still smiled warmly.  "Listen," she said, "I'm not
at all sure we should be discussing this, but I can see
there is something you need to realize."  That didn't
sound promising and I tried not to show my inward cringe.
"I know you're young and you're in to this, God I was
young once too."  She waved her hand toward where we'd
been working.  "But you absolutely have to keep your
politics out of your sex life.  Do you understand?"

She looked at me, obviously concerned.  I felt I hadn't
anticipated this and was ready to kick myself.  What was
she saying?  "I guess so," I said.

She said nothing, but looked at me intently.  I couldn't
hold her gaze but I sensed she was thinking.  "I'm pretty
sure you don't," she said as if in thought, but then
seeming to come out of her reverie, she said, "This is
totally wrong, but I'm convinced you need some education."
With that she stood and went to her front door, opening it.

I stared at the open door.  She disappeared through it and
I heard knocking, on her neighbor's door.  "This is Zoe,"
she told a man as he appeared.  He looked hardly ready
for company, barefoot, in a tee-shirt and warm-up pants.
As scruffy as he was, he seemed younger than Lena,
between us in age.  "I want Zoe to know *everything*
about my sex life."

I must have been in a daze, unable to understand any
of this.  The man looked at me for a moment, then without
looking at it, pushed Lena's door shut.  Something about
him frightened me.

Then, suddenly turning his head to Lena, they stared at
each other.  I still couldn't move a muscle.

Then in an instant, they were moving.  The guy turned
Lena around and pushed her against the wall and in
moments her pants and underpants were pulled down.  I sat
there stunned.  He slapped her rear once and she yelped.
"Get ready," he said, sounding very determined.

He let her go and she darted across the room to the
table where we'd been working.  She leaned over it, and
he followed her more slowly.  She'd given me a glance but
to him I wasn't even there.

When he reached her, she was leaning over, her rear at
the edge.  He slapped it again.  "What do you want,"
he asked, sounding grim.

"Fuck me!" she said.  I realized her voice was breathy.

"How!"

"In the ass!"

"Trying to give your little bitch a show?  Beg me."

"Please!"  As they spoke, he pushed down his warmup pants
and the underpants he wore under them and positioned
himself behind. her.

"What did you say?"

"Please!  Fuck my ass!"

He plunged in, then grabbed her arms, pulling them behind
her.  I heard her gasp, sounding like she was almost
in orgasm.  He laughed out loud.

I knew I needed to get out of there, fast.  It was more
than I could take, but I sat there rooted, unable to move.
He pumped, hard.  "Got your little whip?" He said.
"We'll show her what else you crave."

Maybe I made a noise.  I think I did, probably a whimper.

She came.  It was *so* obvious.  He undoubtedly did too,
then withdrew.  He turned my way, having pulled his pants
up and came toward me.

I shrank, as if to melt into the couch.  But he reached
over me and took something from behind the couch.  A whip.
Then giving me a brief crooked smile, he turned back
to Lena.  And let her have it.

She yelped, and her hands flew to her rear.  But she
didn't move away, get up or anything.  "Hands on the back
of your neck," he said.  She obeyed instantly, and he
whipped her again.  Then he continued, on and on.

I tried to collect my thoughts but it was impossible.
I was seeing Lena, mostly naked, which I'd dreamed of
doing too long.  I was watching her submit to this guy in
ways I couldn't imagine any woman doing, much less Lena.
He stopped the whipping and putting his hand under her,
fingered her.  In two seconds she had another orgasm.
Then briefly turning just long enough to give me a grin,
he turned back to her and pulled her off the table.
As soon as she was standing he finished undressing her
until she stood there, naked.  "Down," he said.

She immediately got down on all fours.  "She knows what
she likes," he said, to me, then he squatted down and put
his hand in front of her face.  She kissed it.  "Let's get
your bonds," he said.

"No!" she said, then changed her position to sitting.
He looked at her and I wasn't sure what he had planned
for her.  "She's got the idea," said Lena, looking my way.
He grinned in agreement.

She spoke to me.  "When you get into sex, you have to let
yourself go.  Understand?"

"What?" I said, totally confused.  Her words made sense,
but even so I was stunned.  Was she saying all this was
because she allowed herself to do what she wished?  Lena?

"You need to loosen up," she said, standing, walking
over to me, totally naked but apparently unconcerned.
Holding out her hand, she said, "come here."  When I just
stared at it, reached to take my hand, then pulled, making
me either resist or stand for her.  I stood.

She drew me to the table.  "Let's have Matt help you free
yourself from some of those inhibitions."  She pushed me
over the table, faced down.

"No," I said, fighting her, to stand again.

"You have to get over them sometime," she said with
a smile.  With that she stepped closer and kissed me on
the cheek.  Lena stood there naked, so very close to me,
and kissed me!  "Now lean down there for me," she said,
pushing me firmly back down.  Then she held my wrists.
I heard the guy, Matt approach me from behind.  He started
undoing my pants.

"Please, no!" I said, fighting suddenly, standing again.

She stood there, still naked, looking me in the eye.
"Do it," she said.

I was very quick.  I found my bag, my notebook and was
out of there within ten seconds.  Matt laughed as I made
for the door.  I closed it on them, wanting to get as far
away as possible as quickly as possible.

But as I was still on the landing I heard a squeal,
Lena's voice.  I heard him say something but couldn't make
out his words.  I stood there, still, unable to continue.
After a silence, I heard a noise.  Her voice again, then
the noise.  It was the sound of the whip, I realized.
He said something.

She was naked, being whipped again.  The memory
of it haunted me, Lena naked, bent over the table.
So incongruous, letting that yahoo whip her like that.
I realized I was actually feeling the tug to go back,
to see, again.  To watch her.

But what would that mean about me?  What would they assume
about me?  And if I were there, if she started after me
again, would I resist?  Would I become like her later on?
Where would it all lead?

Quietly I turned, careful on the stairs to make no noise.
That night I thought of Lena again as I had many nights
before.  But this time she was bent over that table,
Matt's cock pushed into her rear, coming in a way that
made me so wet.

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